Again, we do not own them. Promise! Oh yes, and Ron's still a bastard.

Chapter 1

Harry and Draco both received notes to see the Headmaster after breakfast. When the both noticed the other was heading to Dumbledore's office, they got very, very confused.

They had finally reached the gargoyle that guarded the entrance to Dumbledore's office. Draco gave the password and the two boys rode the stairs up to the office.

"Ah! Harry! Draco! Come in, come in! I see that you two are certainly getting along." The twinkle in his eye was brighter than ever. The boys looked at each other, only slightly bewildered and turned and greeted the Headmaster. Once this was done, a big, shaggy black dog jumped from behind Dumbledore's desk and began licking Harry's face. Harry broke out into the biggest grin and Draco just looked utterly confused. "Now really, Sirius, you've had your fun, now change back, if you will."

The dog wagged it's tail and changed into a tall man with long dark hair. "Harry." he enveloped Harry tightly in his arms, a few tears escaping his eyes.

"Sirius!" Harry sobbed into his godfather's chest. "I thought you were. . ."

"Sh. I know, Harry. I know. I got out though. It wasn't easy and it took a lot of work and a lot of time, but I did it and I'm back."

Draco gave the Headmaster a look that plainly said 'What am I doing here?'

"To right, my boy! Now, if everyone will sit?" Dumbledore conjured a squishy black couch.. "Lemon drop? No?" He took one for himself. "Well, Draco, as you know, I have been attempting to locate your closest living non Death Eater relative for you to live with until you reach your majority. This has been proving a most difficult task. Then, Sirius here can back from behind the veil. He is your Mother's cousin, you know. He has agreed to take you in, that is, if you will accept?"

Draco blinked. "You mean to tell me that I get to live with Harry's godfather and one of the most famous pranksters in Hogwarts History!?!" Dumbledore nodded sagely. "Well damn. . ."

"So you accept?" Sirius asked anxiously.

"Of course I bloody accept! It's brilliant!"

"Albus, what about Harry?"

"Ah. While Harry is technically under your guardianship, he still has to return to the Dursley's for part of the summer. It is for his own safety."

"Right. But I get to stay with Sirius the rest of the time?" Harry asked.
"Of course, of course. I daresay you'll want to visit The Burrow as well."

Harry nodded, "Of course."

Dumbledore turned his attention back to Sirius and Draco. "All I need is for both of you to sign these documents in the appropriate places," he gestured and several sheets of parchment appeared, "And Draco, I dare say you'd like to change your last name?" Draco nodded, "does Black suit you?" again, Draco nodded. "Good, good. I thought so. You'll need to sign this for as well then." Another piece of parchment appeared in front of Draco. After everything was signed appropriately, the parchments disappeared with a soft pop to be filed away at the Ministry of Magic. "Well, it has been an exciting day for you boys already, and it's not even lunch time! Sirius, as it's the second to last day of term and there are no classes, perhaps you would like to take these two out to Hogsmeade or something?"

Sirius grinned. He was finally happy. He was no longer wanted as Harry had made sure his name was cleared after he had fallen through the veil, and now he had Draco as well, even though he wasn't sure how that was going to pan out, Dumbledore told him about the boys situation and Sirius couldn't help but see his own situation when he was 16 and had left home. His heart was already going out to him. "Actually, Albus, I was wondering if I could take them to Black Manor? They can help get the civilization of the house under way. I'd like it to be pleasantly habitable by Christmas, if at all possible."

Dumbledore nodded with a look of mock seriousness. "Ah yes. That house definitely could use some updating." He scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to Draco. "Memorize that."

Draco looked at him oddly, but did so, mouthing the words, 'The Order of the Phoenix is located at 12 Grimmauld Place.' The piece of parchment promptly disintegrated. It took Draco only a moment to realize. "The Fidelius Charm."

"Very good! 10 points to Slytherin! You boys may use my floo."

"Thank you, Albus." Sirius grinned, "Now boys, if you will follow after me?" Sirius took a pinch of Floo powder and tossed it into the fire. He stepped in and said loudly, "Black Manor!"

Draco went through next, followed shortly by Harry, whom Sirius automatically stuck out his arms to catch.

"Thanks." Harry had the grace to look embarrassed as he dusted the soot off of his robes.

"Well boys, welcome home." Sirius grinned. He was on top of the world. It apparently was contagious as the two boys were also grinning like kids in a candy store, highly unusual for both teens.

"So, where do we start?" Harry looked expectantly at Sirius.
Sirius' face fell for a moment as he thought.

"How about we start by picking out bedrooms and working on those? Then we should do bathrooms and the kitchen."

Sirius looked at Draco. "That sounds like an excellent plan! I'm glad one of us can think logically!"

"So, should we split up or work together?" Harry asked and then answered his own question, "I think work together, there is no telling what we might run into, and I for one don't want to chance an encounter with a boggart or something equally vile all by my onesie."

"Good point." Draco looked to Sirius, "So, march on, oh great one who knows where things are at." He mock-saluted Sirius, who saluted back with a grin.

They spent the entire day ridding two adjoining rooms for Harry and Draco. Harry had decided that he didn't want the room that he had stayed in previously, stating that it was better suited for guests, and the rooms that the two had chosen hadn't been touched by anyone in the order.

When they were through, they were so exhausted they decided to just floo to Hogwarts for lunch, rather than actually make something themselves.

Imagine everyone's surprise when the trio walked through the doors to the Great Hall, talking amiably and sat down at one of the small tables along the wall. There was a moment of stunned silence, then the entire hall broke out into indignant chatter about this new development. The Slytherins were glaring at Draco with as much hatred as they could muster and the Gryffendors were trying to figure out what Malfoy was up to this time.

"Uh, oh. Gryffendork alert." Draco stated calmly.

Harry looked up. Hermionie and Ron were stalking their way over.

"Malfoy, what are you up to?" Ron asked viscously.

"Ron. . ." Hermionie was staring hard at Sirius. "Look. . . It's Sirius."

Ron looked over, his wand drawn, read to hex Draco. "What the. . ." Sirius grinned at them. "But you're dead."

"Ron, obviously he is not dead, as he is sitting right in front of us. Honestly."

"Oh." Ron thought about this a moment, then turned his attention back to Harry and Draco. "Harry, mate, why are you sitting with Malfoy?"

Harry opened his mouth to reply but Draco beat him to it. "It's Black now, Weasel, I'm not a Malfoy anymore, and proud of it, or hadn't you heard?" He gave his trademark sneer, "Now, I suggest you leave before I or my new guardian hex you." Draco glanced at Sirius who was gripping his wand tightly, watching the proceedings. Harry was trembling slightly at the pure hatred Ron was giving off to the whole table and the unsure look on Hermionie's face.

"Come on Hermionie, let's go. The Ferret obviously isn't going to let us talk to Harry." Ron's face was bright red.

"Harry, come with us, please?" Hermionie asked as they started to leave.

Harry shook his head. "No, I'm staying here. Go with Ron, Hermie." She still looked unsure, but went anyway.

"Harry, are you okay?" Draco asked him, a look of concern on his face.

"I think I want to go to my room." Harry stated quietly, but still visibly angry.

Harry crept his way up the stairs to the dormitory it was well past 2AM. He and Draco had spent all night introducing Sirius to some of their favorite music. He had thought he had made it when he heard a very soft lumos. He cringed a bit and turned around to apologize. What he found, however, was Ron, fully awake, wand out and glaring.

"Harry James Potter, where have you been? It seems like every night you disappear. We have no idea where you go and now you're hanging out with Malfoy. What, are you trying to do? Get expelled and join the Death Eaters?" He spat Malfoy like it was something incredibly nasty he had been forced to drink.

Harry's temper took hold. "First of all, his name isn't Malfoy! It's Black, or were you not listening? But then, why would you listen? You never do! You only hear what you want to hear and nothing else! Secondly, I'm not going to get expelled. All the teachers know where I am when I am not here, so mind your own business. I'd rather be there with Draco than in here being criticized by you about something you know NOTHING ABOUT. Do you have any idea what it's like to be me? I'm supposed to be the Savior of the Wizarding World, Bloody Boy Who Lived, and I can't even stand to be touched by my so called friends because of my relatives, whom I am supposed to be safe with, but they hate my guts and show me just how much every day that I am in their presence. Not one of you realizes that I am a bloody person! A real one! I'm not some weapon or a house elf or a dumping station. Just me! That's it! I'm sleeping in the common room." Harry grabbed his pillow and comforter off of his bed and marched back downstairs, having already woke the entire dorm. He heard something crash in the room he had just vacated, but just continued on his way to the couch in front of the fire, not really caring.

When the train pulled into the station at Kings Cross, there was a rush as students got off of the train and looked for their luggage. Amid the chaos, Harry and Draco stepped off of the train--TOGETHER, no less--talking amiably about anything that popped into their minds.

Hermionie ran up to them. "Harry!" She threw her arms around him. "I heard what happened! I'm still your friend, right?" She was practically sobbing.

Harry blinked a bit in surprise before sliding his arms around her, hugging her back. " Of course, 'Mione," he replied. "That is, if you want to be. Ron certainly doesn't." Harry patted her on the back awkwardly as she started to calm down.

"Owl me, okay? Don't forget or I'll worry!"

"Hedwig'll peck me to death if I do, so no worries there," Harry commented, laughing a bit.

"Uh oh. Look, the Weasel is coming over." Draco gestured behind Harry and Hermionie. Sure enough, Ron was storming his way over, face like a freckled thundercloud.

Harry released Hermione and turned. "Ron," he nodded. He would try to be civil...for now.

"Keep your hands off of my girlfriend, Potter! Hermionie, what are you doing associating with this scum?" Ron spat, clearly furious.

Harry sighed. "Just to let you know, she ran up and hugged me, and I'm certainly not going to refuse a hug from a friend," he replied.

"Hermionie, I forbade you to associate with him! He's friends with Malfoy, for Merlin's sake! Don't you know how to listen!" He grabbed her arm roughly.

That was it. Harry started to draw back his fist to punch him, but Draco beat him to it. "Weasel, do not mess with my friends, and do not grab her like that. You are the one acting like a Malfoy now. And I will tell you one more time, and one more time only. I am NOT a Malfoy." Draco kicked him a bit then turned to greet Sirius who had just apparated to the platform to pick him up.