Harry Potter couldn't sleep at all. He didn't want to have any nightmares of his dead godfather. He ran his hand through his messy hair. He got up and walked to his window and opened it.

"I need you back here, Sirius…" Harry whispered.

He looked at the pitch-black sky and saw the half moon and many twinkling stars. Harry saw Sirius, the Dog Star, shining far brighter than all the other stars. Harry jumped, startled, when the clock beeped 12:00. It was midnight, and Harry's 16th birthday. He was now 16 years old. Sweet Sixteen. Knowing nothing would happen, Harry looked up at the Dog Star, and made a wish on his birthday.

"Sixteen years worth of wishes, Harry," he whispered to himself, "I wish Sirius would come back…" even though nothing would happen, he couldn't help but feel a miniscule bit of hope in his chest.

Harry stared at Sirius (the star) for a long time, just thinking to himself. Many what-ifs were in his thoughts. If he had listened to Hermione, nothing bad would've happened. Sirius would've been alive still. If he had practiced his Occlumency, Sirius wouldn't have died. If he had thought for a minute about the craziness of that vision, Sirius would still be here. If-

"Harry?"

Harry was shaken from his thoughts and jumped up in surprise. She quickly turned around, wand ready in his hand, and spells ready on the tip of his tongue.

Harry's mouth opened and his eyes grew wide in its sockets. His wand fell from his hand and fell to the carpeted floor soundlessly. Standing just three feet away from him was Sirius Black, his dead godfather.

Harry continued to stare at Sirius.

"Well, are you going to just stand there, or give me a hug, kid?" Sirius said amusedly.

Harry shook his head. "Oh, no. Holy shit…. Sirius is all I think about and now I'm seeing him….I think I'm going psycho. They should put me in an asylum and strap me up into a straightjacket!" he muttered loudly, still shaking his head.

Sirius burst out in quiet laughter. "You know Harry, now that I think of it, they really should." He burst out into laughter again, and this time, Harry heard the familiar bark like laughter.

"S-sirius…?" Harry asked quietly.

"Yep, the one and only!" Sirius said grinning.

"It is you!" Harry exclaimed. He ran to Sirius and embraced him tightly. "It is you…" he murmured.

Sirius pulled out of the hug and Harry took a good look at him. He was much cleaner, and he was well shaved and smelled much better. His clothes weren't as worn out and he looked healthy. He also looked younger, about 25 years old. The biggest difference was Sirius' eyes. His eyes weren't filled with the deep, dark, haunted look anymore. They were bright blue and sparkling brilliantly. His eyes looked happy.

"Sirius…. What happened?" Harry asked curiously.

Sirius smiled widely. "Harry, I came back because you wished for me too. I came back from the veil. And…And I brought some people with me."

Harry looked questioningly at Sirius. Sirius stepped aside and two figures came forward towards the moonlight.

"Harry, I want you to meet your parents." Sirius' voice said from aside Harry's eyesight.

Harry's head was spinning. How could his parents be alive? They're dead! But then again, Sirius was dead and he came back to life.

"M-Mum? D-Dad?" Harry whispered.

They both smiled and nodded.

"That's it. I'm definitely psycho." Harry said quietly and dropped down to the floor, unconscious.