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A/N: Thanks to all of you who reviewed…and I honestly hope you're still reading this story! Sorry for the long wait, but since this world is so damn different it's kind of hard to write about the characters and keep 'em true to themselves. Anyway…I'm gonna speed up for sure this time…if only I wasn't such a procrastinator I'd be farther along but anyway…I'm glad you all like Niki, and the way Harry turned out! I can't wait till I get him to Hogwarts…Please keep reading this fic, and I promise to speed up on the updating!!!!

Harry didn't know how to start, but he knew this was the only way out of this mess. Giving Sirius a quick smile he dropped down on the couch, his bare torso sticking to the cream colored leather. Looking up at Sirius in shock, he tried to pry himself free, though it was futile. Sirius just laughed, and patted Harry on the head as he sat back on the one-sitter couch across from him.

"Don't even try Harry, I used a very strong charm on that one just so you can't chicken out! Now tell me everything…you gotta learn to swallow you're pride. Well unless you wanna end up like your daddy…with a head the size of the sun, at least till you're mom beat it back to normal!"

"Okay, okay! I get it Si…fine I'll tell you what's going on, but you gotta promise not to laugh or treat Niki or Holly any differently from now on!" Sirius though laughed at this and through Harry a candy bar from the table.

"First one can't do…but don't sweat it, you've got my word on the second one," Sirius leaned back on the couch and stared at Harry with studding eyes.

Harry began telling the story with how he always had a crush on Holly…and then came the kiss Niki smacked on him. Second by second he got more and more emotional and basically hysteric…which was pretty rare for him. After a while Harry began to feel good about talking about it, especially with Sirius, who Harry was sure knew more about women than any other guy he'd ever seen.

"Well if that's how you feel," Sirius said smiling, "Alright this is what you have to do…"

Harry grinned, relaxing for the first time in a long while. Sirius was a genius…there was no way his plan could possibly fail.

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McGonagall was anything but amused, yet Dumbledore resumed on with his chuckling, and her cold stare was doing her no good. On the bright side, Snape as well seemed to be aggravated, even more so then her. Dumbledore just shook his head at them, still smiling…as though the two were not able to understand a great joke.

"I don't care what you say Dumbledore, the boy will need some straightening…who knows what kind of monster Black could have turned out of him. I shouldn't have to remind you of all the things Black and Potter were up to…and Potter certainly wanted his son to turn out like him!" McGonagall felt her cheeks grow red in anger, but Dumbledore still merely smiled.



"Minerva, I'm sure Sirius has been a great godfather to Harry. He loves him very much, as he loved James. Harry might be used to a larger amount of freedom where he is coming from, or even longing to get back, but soon enough he will understand his home is in the tower and there forth must abide by its rules," Dumbledore now glanced at Snape who snorted at that.

"As much as Black and Potter did?" he said darkly, "do you really think the castle can stand another one of them? Running around causing chaos, endangering others, not a thought on anything but himself???"

"I understand you're displeasure at this, but Harry belongs here at Hogwarts. I suggest you deal with what you need, since I want you to help me escort Harry here near the end of summer time. Since Sirius cannot come here without endangering his life, it is up to the three of us to go and get Harry. Though you must understand the boy might be rather reluctant towards letting go of his wonderfully free life."

"Dumbledore—" Snape began again, but Dumbledore put up his hand silencing him.

"I will hear no more of this, since it's foolish to try to keep Harry from learning to use his powers! I want you both to come see me tomorrow morning at the same time. We have many other issues to discuss other that the fate of Harry Potter…since we don't even have a new DADA teacher."

After quick goodbyes the two had left Dumbledore alone in his office, letting the elder man wander towards his window and stare out to the green fields bellow his office. Dumbledore hated himself at that moment, after all he was ripping away a young innocent boy of a wonderful life…and introducing him to a horrible one yet to come. Yet what choice did Dumbledore really have? He could not just not educate Harry, he could not let the magic world be dictated and torment by Voldemort when he was to come back…he couldn't stop the boy from avenging his parents' deaths.

Whipping away a fallen tear, Dumbledore moved away from the window. He hated what he had to do, hated himself for doing it…but there was no other way to it. Dumbledore knew despite his self feelings, he had to stay strong and get on with them…no matter how much that hurt.