Ok well I'm back and decided to finish what I started. Here it is!

Chapter Six:

Hermione suddenly looked Harry shocked at what she had just heard. "What?"

Harry repeated, "Is that from Hogwarts?" and pointed to the sticker of the lion on her windshield. She just looked at him in total silence like she was so shocked she had no idea what to say. "Hermione," Harry said calmly, "it's ok, I think I've got it figured out. But I'd really like to know the details." She still just sat there staring at him, "Really, it's all right, Hermione," Harry tried to calm her down, "I'm a wizard too."

Finally Hermione spoke in a very quiet voice, "I can't believe it." She looked out the window at two ravens fighting over some garbage on the ground. Hermione then looked back at Harry, gazing into his sharp green eyes, she pulled him into a hug. "God she smells good," Harry thought. Hermione whispered into his ear, "I knew there was something about you. I knew I'd be able to relate to you."

Harry smiled as they broke apart, "I just want to know your story now, that's all."

"I know," Hermione said, "but right now is just really not the time, I promise soon though. We can talk tonight sometime. But we really should get going…" she started the car, "Ron and Izzy will be there soon."

Harry nodded, and then thought of something, "You had said they know part of it. What do they know?"

"Well," Hermione started, as they pulled out the parking lot, "they know my parents were called over there for work, which IS true, and that I had to go to this really secluded school in the middle of nowhere and there was nothing like computers or TV or anything like that." She turned into a nearby sub-division, "They don't know I'm a witch and really why none of those things worked at the school." She paused and looked at Harry, "You really have no idea what this means to me to be able to tell you this, I feel like I've had to lie to my best friends all day."

Harry smiled, "It's all right," he looked out the window and said, "wait, you live in this neighborhood?" Hermione nodded, "Well," Harry continued, "That is my house right there," he pointed to a small light blue house with white trim. "If I could just run in and tell Sirius what my plans are, that would be great." He turned and smiled at Hermione, "I'm sure he'd like to meet you too."

Hermione laughed and pulled into the driveway. She saw a big dark, shaggy dog looking at them wagging his tail happily. Hermione went over to the dog and pat his head, "Aaaww, hey puppy!" Harry suddenly burst into laughter. Hermione swung around and glared at him, "What?! I happen to love dogs!" After composing himself Harry looked at Hermione and the dog.

"Come on," He said to Hermione, "let's go inside" He then turned to the "puppy" and nodded to him, "you too, Sirius." Hermione gave a puzzled look but followed Harry and the creature into the house.

She went in and turned to close the door. As she turned back around she did not see a big black dog by Harry anymore, but a tall skinny man with a long face and ratty hair, but a kind face smiling at her. Harry was the first to speak, "Sirius, Hermione Granger. Hermione, Sirius Black."

Sirius stuck out a rough, dirty hand, "nice to meet you, Hermione." He said in a low, gruff voice.

Hermione slowly took his hand shook it politely. She then found her own voice after moment and said, "You—you're Sirius Black?" She stared, "Sirius Black who escaped from Azkaban three years ago? Who was convicted for the murders of thirteen muggles and Peter Pettigrew?"

Much to her surprise, Sirius let out a hearty laugh that sounded more like a growl, "Ah, yes, those weren't my best years. But I can assure you that all that was a complete misunderstanding. I'm sure Harry will tell you also, and if you can't trust us, I could send an owl right now to none other than Albus Dumbledore." He was still smiling kindly, and Hermione could see twinkling in his eyes.

She couldn't see how she could possibly not trust them. "No, it's all right," she smiled, "I know I can trust anyone who speaks truly of Dumbledore."

Harry then joined in, "He and the rest of the Order suggested he come to live in the states to get away from all the commotion." He smiled at his Godfather and then to Hermione. "I'll go into more details later if you'd like."

"That would be wonderful." Hermione said cheerfully.

"So," Sirius looked to Harry, "What are you up to?"

"Oh," Harry started, "I just came by to let you know that I was going to go over to Hermione's house for the afternoon."

Sirius raised an eyebrow and looked from Harry to Hermione. Both teenagers laughed, "Oh no, no," Hermione said, still giggling, "It's nothing like that. My other friends, Ron Izzy are coming too. We were just going to get some homework done and maybe watch a couple movies."

"Yeah." Harry confirmed.

Sirius smiled again, "Oh, that's fine. Just give me a call if there are any changes in the plans."

"No problem." Harry said, "Okay, I'll see you later."

"It was really nice to meet you, Mr. Bla—" Hermione started, but was interrupted by Sirius.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa there, Hermione." He said shaking his head laughing, "What is this Mr. Black? No, no, that's too proper for a convicted murderer." Hermione blushed a little, but laughed, "Please," he continued, "call me Sirius."

Hermione laughed, "Okay, then, bye Sirius."

Harry gave one last wave goodbye as he and Hermione made their way to the car and then drove off down further into the neighborhood.

Ron pulled up to Hermione's house, and Izzy followed not too long after. The met up and walked to the garage window to look in.

"Nope," Ron said, "they're not here yet," seeing the empty space.

"Ok," Izzy said, "I'll go get the key. She said it's still under that flower pot, right?"

"Yep." Ron confirmed.

Izzy walked down the path of the garden to the third flower pot. She retrieved the key and returned to Ron waiting at the door with all their stuff including: their backpacks, Izzy's violin, and both his guitars. Izzy unlocked the door and walked inside down the hall straight to the kitchen.

"Oh, ok!" Ron called, "Don't worry, I'll bring all this stuff in, no really, it's ok, I got it covered!"

Izzy turned back around to see Ron struggling trying to get in the door with all their things. She laughed and walked back to take her violin case and backpack. She smiled at him, "But that's what those big strong muscles are for," she said in an extremely sweet voice. Ron was trying to figure exactly what she meant by this, if she was truly being sincere or her normal sarcasticly sweet self. Before he knew it, she stood on her tip toes to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "Now we're even." She let a loud laugh as if it meant absolutely nothing. "Nope, same old Izzy," Ron thought watching her walk back down the hall. However he caught himself staring a little low at her hips swinging back and forth as she walked, "Wow… aaah! Wait, whoa! That's, that's your best friend you idiot!" Ron shook his head and picked up the rest of the things in the door and placed them to the side of the hall. He then went to the kitchen to join Izzy. He found her with her head in the fridge.

"They got anything good?" He asked. While he started checking the cupboards.

"Eh," Izzy replied, "They must be on a health binge again, most appealing thing I'm seeing in here are soybean and seaweed soup."

Ron laughed as he reached up to the highest cupboard and found himself staring at mounds of cookies and chips. He grinned and called to Izzy, "hold up, dude, I just found the jack-pot."

Izzy ran over and her eyes lit up at the sight of all the junk food. She laughed "They can never get through one of their diet plans successfully." She looked at Ron and they both started emptying the cupboard. She took a bowl out from another cupboard and started filling it with chips. "Man, I wonder what's taking them so long?"

"I'm not so sure I really wanna know," Ron joked.

"Oh, Ron! Stop it, you know Hermione would never do something like that!"

He laughed, "Oh I know, I know, but come on, did you see her today? She was pretty much melting right in the middle of the room whenever Harry looked at her!"

Izzy cracked up, "Oh yea, I saw." She shook her head as she popped some chips into her mouth, "She's got it, and she's got it BAD."

They both laughed. After a moment, Ron asked, "So, what do you think of him?"

Izzy looked at him with her right hand on her hip, "Now what is that supposed to mean, Ronald?"

"I don't know, I'm just asking."

"Well if it's that you think I'm also going ga-ga over the new kid, you're totally wrong. I mean, he's been here for a couple months now, and plus," she smiled, "I'm not big fan on the dark hair."

"Really?" Ron asked.

She laughed, "yes, really." She gave him "the eye" again, "and why is this so interesting to you?"

"Oh, umm, well," Ron stuttered nervously, "nothing, just wondering that's all." She laughed and walked into the living room. Ron stood there thinking to himself, WHY did he care so much?