Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter... he's all JKR's But I do own Number 27, Diagon Alley 

Authors Note: Here's the next chapter! I just love it.

Sirius looked much different then he did in... well Harry's "Old" life. His hair was shorter and looked very good and clean, he was wearing a nice gray suit and carrying a brief case.

Harry walked up to him excitedly.

"Sirius! You look... great!" Harry said

"Thank you, Harry! I've been offered a new job today!" Sirius said happily

"Really? That's great! What's the job?" Harry said

"It's just a new position at the Ministry... but it pays much more." Sirius said

"You work for the Ministry?!" Harry said in amazement

"I have for quite awhile, Harry... are you feeling alright?" Sirius said

"Um... yeah I'm fine. So... I need to talk to you. I think you might understand... or not. But how far away are we from home?" Harry said

"We've always lived right down the road from Diagon Alley, Harry." Sirius said sounding a bit worried.

"Right... well I'll wait until we get home then." Harry said

Sirius nodded and led the way out of The Hogwarts Express, Platform 9 and ¾.

When they got out of the train station Sirius stopped at a brand-new looking, old-fashioned, white Lincon Town car.

Harry didn't dare say a word about it; he didn't want Sirius to be even more worried about him, but he was amazed.

When they got to The Leaky Cauldron Sirius pulled the car to the back of the building, looked around to make sure no one was watching, took out his wand, made the car pocket sized and put it in his pocket.

Harry wasn't surprised, after all... this is the wizarding world.

The two of them walked into the Leaky Cauldron and out the back door.

Sirius tapped the bricks in just the right spots and an archway appeared.

They both stepped inside to Diagon Alley.

Sirius turned left, where normally you'd turn right, and soon they were walking in a neighborhood.

All the houses looked exactly the same, all two stories tall with two windows on each level. They were very large, and were all a cream color with white trim, until they came upon number 27, it was a different color: white with smoke-blue trim.

Here Sirius turned and walked up the walkway to the porch, took out his wand and tapped the lock three times saying some kind of spell and it opened.

When Harry stepped inside he put his trunk and owl aside and looked around.

The ceilings were very high, all the walls were white and the furniture was amazing.

He entered to a circular room, with big windows above the large door. In front of him was the kitchen, which was very big in size with all kinds of gadgets for doing all kinds of things. On the right was what looked like a living room, with two large sofas, a coffee table, and moving picture frames all over the walls. On the left was a large staircase that led to the second floor. The room had hard wood floors with a large white circular rug in the middle. Next to the door was a coat rack and a bench.

"Why don't you take your things upstairs and then we'll talk, all right?" Sirius said

Harry nodded, "Um... Sirius, which one is my room?" He said

"Second on the right, Harry." Sirius said

"Thanks..." Harry said embarrassed.

He went up the stairs dragging his trunk and carrying Hedwig's cage. When he got there it was a long hallway with four doors on each side. He walked down to the second one on the right and entered a very large room. It had a full size canopy bed in the middle of the back wall, a large walk-in closet on the far right, a nightstand by the bed, and a dresser with a large mirror hooked to it on the left, a bookshelf straight across from the bed, red walls, a window with black drapes, and many accessories to make the room complete.

"This is amazing..." Harry said, his eyes moving in all directions.

He laid his trunk by the wall next to his closet and set Hedwig's cage on the dresser.

"See you later, Hedwig. It's time for me to figure out what's going on." Harry said as he ran out the door and down the stairs.

When he got there Sirius was sitting on one of the sofas in the living room.

Harry walked over and sat across from him.

"So, Harry... what is it you wanted to talk about?" Sirius asked

"Well... you might think I'm crazy when I tell you this, but I swear there's nothing wrong with me." Harry said, Sirius looked at him suspiciously, "Well... about a week ago... I woke up and I was a Slytherin, when I used to be a Gryffindor. I was friends with Malfoy, when I used to be picked on by him. I hated Ron and Hermione, when I used to be best friends with them. And you... you're alive, you used to be dead. And you're not on the run after an escape from Azkaban, but you used to be. So basically... I woke up one morning with a new life... does that make any sense?" He said

"Hmm... well, Harry... that's not exactly normal. But it has happened to a wizard before." Sirius said

"So... what your saying is... this is my life now?" Harry said

"Yes. You said I was on the run after an escape from Azkaban and I was dead?" Sirius said

Harry sighed, "Basically, yeah."

"Well I can assure you, Harry that has never happened." Sirius said with a laugh in his voice, "All I can tell you is to go along with everything that happens... you'll soon get used to it. Trust me on that. Lets go down the Diagon Alley... I could use a new quill and maybe some robes, and I'm sure you'll be able to find something. Why don't you go change and we'll be on our way?"

Harry smiled and ran up the stairs.