A/N- Sorry it took me so long to update. The holidays are insane, as we all know. and i just moved, so even more craziness. So here's chapter 2. Its a bit short, but i think it ends on a good note. Hope you enjoy, and tell me what you think.

Chapter 2- Somebody calls you

Bellatrix Lestrange, bound to the floor, stared up at her sister, who at the moment had no emotion on her face. On the floor below her was a design she had never seen before.

"And here you thought you were invincible. Where's your master now?"

Bella sauntered into her sisters house like she owned it. It had been that way since Sirius' death. She could tell that her younger sister was uncomfortable when he was brought up, but she hardly cared. The only people Bella worried about were other death eaters. Narcissa was not, even if they were blood, her comrades came first.

"You should have seen the look on her face. It was like gold. Finally he got what was coming to him."

"Is that so.." Narcissa drawled, spinning her drink in her glass. "How many times have I heard this story? Frankly, I'm quite tired of it." She stood and walked towards to liquor cabinet. Bella got up and followed her, obviously fuming for being told off, and grabbed her sisters shoulder. The next thing she knew, she was tired to the floor in a rickety old building.

"This has gone to far, Narcissa. You'll never get away with this…"

"And what do you assume we're trying to get away with?"

Bella turned her head towards the voice and saw a young man standing in the doorway.

"Crucio."

She erupted in screams. It was one of the strongest crucios she had ever experienced. When the course was lifted she opened her eyes to see blazing green ones staring back at her. Soon after, a pair of sliver ones joined the others. For the first time in her horrible life, she was speechless.

"How?" She turned to her sister to see the werewolf next to her.

"Don't ask her, Lestrange. I'm the one in charge," Harry spat as he tightened the ropes around her left wrist. "You know, we were going to bound you with magic. But after doing more research, we discovered that outside magic will interfere with the spell. Everything needs to be natural for it to work. Hence the hemp ropes. I know you were thinking it." He bent over her and tightened the other rope. "I know I was weak the last time we met. But I've gone through a bit of training. Thanks to Remus and Mrs. Malfoy here. Or as of late, she would rather be called Ms. Black. Any last words?"

"You'll never get away with this."

"That was so typical. I was hoping you'd say something more original. Ah well."

The four people in the room went to their positions; two on either side, hands placed on the design at her sides. Harry started speaking lightly, something sounding like a check list. Draco responded to each word with a blast of power through his hands.

"Carbon," blast. "Water," blast. "Magnesium," blast. " Iron," blast.

The design began to glow; light slowly rising from the etchings. It encircled Bellatrix, then slowly began to collapse on her. The closer it got, more pressure was put on her body. Harry's arms began to shake. He felt as if his elbows were going to buckle. He looked up as saw Remus trying not to collapse. His entire body was shaking. Narcissa didn't look any better. But all looked to determined to give up.

Bellatrix began to scream. The properties in her body began to break down. Her skin melting, then stretching. Bones breaking, then shifting. Breast tissue turning to muscle, internal organs changing. Her screams silenced instantaneously. It being sucked out of her body trough her mouth. Her eyes went black and rolled to the back of her head. Her face practically melted then began to squirm.

Harry closed his eyes. Draco had done the same. Neither could watch. What if it didn't work? What if they get his body, but not his soul? They couldn't bear that. One could only imagine what it would look like if it only finished halfway. If the power wasn't there, they would have a mess of skin and blood.

Draco slowly opened his eyes to see his mother looked over him. She looked worried, but not frantic. He looked to his left to see Remus holding Harry in his lap; who looked to be unconscious. He slowly stirred…

"Remus…?"

Draco slowly sat up with his mothers help. Harry's word had asked the question bother were thinking. Narcissa nodded towards the middle of the room. There lay Sirius Black, wrapped in a blanket. He wasn't awake, but his chest was slowly rising and falling. Harry seemed to have looked as well. Draco heard a loud sob come from the other young man, then muffled cries. Sirius stirred. Then moaned. Harry was at his side in a heartbeat.

"Sirius? Siri?"

"H-Harry?" Sirius slowly opened his eyes. Before he could get a word in edgewise, he was swept up by his hysterical godson. Harry buried his face in Sirius' shoulder and cried ever tear he had held in. Sirius sat up the best he could, considering he was slightly restricted. He pulled away a fraction of an inch and held Harry's face in his hands.

"Harry, what happened?"

The only response Harry could give was a choked sob and a shake of his head. Sirius ran a hand through the dark hair of the of the boy on front of him and kissed his forehead.

"Then tell me this… why am I in a dress?"

Remus snorted with laughter.

"Well shit, here we thought we had everything covered. Sorry Padfoot. I guess we overlooked the obvious." Remus knelt next to his best friend and gripped his shoulder. Sirius pulled him into a hug, along with Harry. The Malfoys sat back and let the family reunion take place without interruptions.

A few hours later, the five people sat in the parlor of Black Manor. Sirius had gotten himself a pair of trousers and something to eat. They spent at least 3 hours explaining to him how they did it. After thinking about it he decided that he just needed to let the information sink in.

'To much information all at once,' was his response.

After the emotional day, Harry passed out on the couch and Remus and Narcissa helped themselves to some tea in the kitchen. After tucking Harry in, Sirius made his way onto the back porch for some air. Today had been a stressful day indeed. Draco sided up next to him and the pair shared a moment of silence.

"So I hear Harry wasn't so keen on being part of this?" Sirius said, sounding slightly amused.

"Yeah, but I guess his reason was good. He didn't want to loose you again."

"Mmmm."

Draco slid in closer and linked arms with the older man.

"It was one of my reason the second guess it too. I don't know what I would have done if it didn't work."

"You would have moved on. And so would Harry. But I'm glad you don't have to. I have to much shit to do to die now. Being dead is boring. And you know I hate to be bored."

Sirius put his arm over Draco's shoulder and led him back into the house. Before the parted ways, without thinking, Draco reached up and kissed Sirius lightly on the lips. His eyes grew to the size of saucers, turned and ran into his room. Sirius on the other hand stood and watched the young blonde go; completely in owe of the emotions and thoughts running though his head.