Chapter 3

"Hermione! Ron!" Sirius cried. He picked Hermione up and spun her around.

"Sirius!" Hermione squealed, "Put me down!"

"No." He laughed.

Finally he plopped Hermione on the bed and gave Ron a 'manly' hug.

"Hi. You must be Mr. and Mrs. Potter." Hermione said sticking out her hand to them.

"Obviously." scoffed Ron. Then Hermione scuffed him over the head.

"Anyways before I was rudely interrupted," Hermione glared at Ron as she said this, "I'm Hermione Granger, one of Harry's friends. And this buffoon is RONALD Weasley. Harry's other best friend. God only knows why."

"Ron it you don't mind." He stated sticking out his hand to them like Hermione did.

Once they were all introduced Hermione, ever the observant one, noticed Dumbledore sitting by the edge of Sirius' bed watching Harry closely from across the room.

"Hello Professor. How are you?"

"I'm fine. Thank you Miss Granger. Care for a lemon drop?"

I think I'll take you up on that offer." She said as she took one from the small metal case.

As everyone noticed Dumbledore staring at Harry, there was a very uncomfortable silence.

"Harry may I a word with you privately?" Dumbledore asked finally.

Willing himself not to say no to the headmaster, as he didn't want to face him after what happened last year and an hour ago, he said yes. Harry followed Dumbledore to the far corner of the room and Harry started to speak.

"Headmaster, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for breaking your stuff. I'm sorry for losing my temper. I'm sorry for going to the Department of Mysteries. I'm just really sorry."

Dumbledore chuckled, "Child, first of all those things have been broken at least twice before. Your temper is your mother's and is a reminder of things I do wrong. Harry really the only person who can yell at me. And as for the Department of Mysteries you were only trying to save Sirius. There is nothing to be sorry for."

Harry nodded feeling slightly better. "Is there something you wanted to tell me, sir?"

"Yes Harry, there is. Two things actually. The first thing is, well, Harry I'm just going to come straight out and say it. Harry I am your great-grandfather." He paused letting this new information sink in.

"Why couldn't I come and live with you then?" asked Harry trying to stay calm.

"Because the ministry wouldn't let me have custody of you, so I decided with the help of the Order that it was safest for you at your aunts' house. Do you understand?"

"Yes, but three questions. One, What do I call you? Two, why didn't you tell me before?"

"Well to your first question, grandfather will be fine Harry. And to your second question, I didn't think it was the right time. I do have reasons to my madness, Harry; Contrary to popular belief. And what was your third question?"

"Oh it was, what is your next thing you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Ah, yes. Have you had a strange dream lately? About a man and a necklace?"

"Yes, last night, I believe. Why? What's the matter grandfather?"

"Harry, I need you to tap the necklace in next few weeks. It will all be explained when you do. But for now let's spend some time with my grandson and granddaughter. Hmm?"

Harry followed his grandfather back to the group thinking about the odd conversation he just had.