Harry couldn't fall asleep for anything. He doubted Sirius thought he could in the first place but ignored that fact and left anyway. There was something going on and Harry deeply wasn't going to relax till he knew because he was sure it had to do with him.

Slowly getting up off the bed Harry took a closer look around the room. There was a single window over in the corner. Harry went and looked out it. Only to find himself looking at a long drive way and at the end was a dirt road that had only two other homes on it. Then not to far away was none other than Hogsmeade itself.

Harry wondered if Remus lived here as well. Harry knew Remus was downstairs, so he took the opportunity to go see if he would tell him anything.

Harry opened the door slowly. It was all dark except for at the end of the hall Harry could see the top of the stairs and light coming up them. He slowly began to make him way. Creeping against the wall.

Once he got to the top of the stairs he saw Remus across the way sitting on a couch reading something. When Harry started walking towards him Remus must of heard him and quickly turned.

"Hello there, Harry. What are you doing up? How's your head?" Remus asked.

Harry thought for a second before shrugging, "Fine," he said.

Remus nodded, smiling slightly, "You can sit down if you want,"

Harry did, on a rocking chair next to the couch. He wanted so badly to blurt out and ask but he knew Remus probably wouldn't say a thing.

"Is something wrong, Harry?" Remus asked.

"Huh? Oh," Harry realized he must of looked as he felt and started moving his hands around, "Um, where's Sirius?" Harry asked, looking around.

"Oh, he needed to go to Hogwarts to have a meeting with Dumbledore," Remus answered, calmly.

"In the middle of the night?" Harry asked.

Remus looked up from his reading again and stared straight ahead for a second before bringing his eyes over to the curious boy.

"Yeah. Rather important I assume," Remus said, smiling a wide grin before going back to his reading.

Harry stared at him for a minute, figuring there was no more use for questions. It would probably just make Remus irritated. Without saying anything he got up and started for the stairs.

"Going to bed now?" Remus's voice came from behind.

"If I can." Harry lied. He knew he wasn't even going to try, but he had something else in mind.

Hogwarts

Sirius paced the office of Professor Dumbledore. While Dumbledore sat calmly in his chair.

"Won't you sit down Mr. Black?" Dumbledore asked with his eye twinkling.

"Where is he? What is he? Is he real!" Sirius blurted.

Professor Dumbledore smiled, " I'm sure he'll be here any minute. He's a human and yes he is real,"

At that moment there was a light knock on the door.

Sirius stopped pacing and just stared at it. Professor Dumbledore said, "Come in, James."

The door opened and in came a younger looking man. He looked just as Sirius remembered him. But that was when he was twenty-one. Was James still twenty-one?

"Sirius..." the black-haired man said. Sirius thought he was staring at a taller version on Harry for a second and had to shake his head and adjust his eyes.

"Who are you?" Sirius asked, crossing his arms.

"James" looked to Dumbledore for help but Dumbledore merely sat back and watched. Knowing that the two lost best friends would soon overcome the first shock of awkwardness.

"It's me Sirius. I'm really back. I don't know how but I am," James said.

"How come you are so calm? Coming back from the dead and all," Sirius said, backing up to keep at least 8 feet between the two of them.

"That is my doing, Sirius. James has been back for almost two weeks now. About the time the school year ended. It hasn't been easy on him," Dumbledore said.

Sirius's necked snapped as he turned his head sharply, looking at Dumbledore, somewhat furious. "He's been back for two weeks! Two weeks and you don't bother to tell me OR HARRY?"

"Where is Harry? I want to see Harry!" James shouted, as if he suddenly realized the suffering he has been going through the past few weeks in attempt not to kill Dumbledore so he could see his fourteen year old son in his last month before turning fifteen.

"Please. Calm yourselves. James, I promise you. You will see Harry. But first we have to calm Sirius down,"

"I don't need to be calmed down. I'm fine," Sirius said, taking a few steps forward until he was so close to James he could touch him. Bringing his hand up just as someone opened the door, knocking into the back of James.

A horror stricken Harry came in. Large cat-like scratches were across his cheek, along with some dirt. His eyes were wide as he stared at James, then to Sirius. Everyone was deathly quiet, except for Dumbledore.

"Hello, Harry," he said.

"Harry-" Sirius started but Harry wouldn't take his eyes from James before tearing from the room. Sirius looked to Dumbledore, " He was listening!"

Sirius took off after Harry, shouting and running as fast as he could. By the time Harry had gotten out to the Quidditch field Sirius jumped on top of him. They both fell to the ground in a heap, Sirius on top of Harry. Sirius turned a fighting Harry over so he could see his face. The moon light made Harry's wetted face glisten.

"GET OFF OF ME!" Harry shouted off the top of his lungs.

"No! Stop it Harry! Stop it!" Sirius shouted, referring to the struggling because Sirius didn't have a wand yet and Harry was fighting like mad and he had to sit on him and hold his arms down.

Slowly Sirius felt Harry's muscles relax. Harry turned his head to the side and waited to see if Sirius would let go of him, but he didn't.

"If I let you up you will run away. So, I am going to talk to you like this," Sirius said, softer then before, " You weren't supposed to find out right now. Or like this,"

Harry turned his head back and sniffed up his nose, "Find out what? I haven't found nothing out!"

Sirius took a deep sign, "Harry you know who you saw..."

"I didn't see anyone! I was hallucinating!" Harry shouted.

"No, you weren't. You know you weren't. You are just like me. Too afraid to accept what is in front of you because you know it's what you always wanted and you think it's too good to be true." Sirius said, getting really close to Harry's face after Harry turned it away again.

"Get off of me! I want to go!" Harry shouted, wanting to say he wanted to go home but he didn't have a place to call 'home'.

"Go where? Run away or go back to Remus's? You have nowhere to go but to stay here with me," Sirius said.

Harry had no comment to that. Thoughts were racing through his head and he wanted to run clear away. Who cared if Voldemort found him? He's going to sometime so better just get it over with.

"Harry, listen to me. You have to just listen," Sirius said desperately.

Harry shook his head, he couldn't believe a word of what Sirius was saying. His father couldn't be alive. How? Hadn't he been told before that there are no spells to bring back the dead?

"Yes, yes Harry," Sirius said. After Harry didn't have any comment to that Sirius just started talking, " Less then 3 hours ago I found out my best friend was back. I still don't believe it could be true, but in my heart I know it is. Just like you feel it's real. Harry? Harry!" Sirius yelled as Harry's eyes began to close. When they were fully closed Sirius couldn't get any response from him.

Looking around him, Sirius saw nobody. He let go of Harry and made sure he was breathing. He was, so Sirius tried yelling in his face again, shaking him. But to no avail. Not knowing what to do he yelled for help. Noone came.

"Come on, Harry. Wake up!" Sirius shouted, feeling Harry's pockets for his wand, finding it in the left one he stood up and pointed it at Harry. But then thought about it. If he used Harry's wand then everyone would think Harry used it and he would be in trouble with the ministry. Not wanting to cause that ruckus Sirius put Harry's wand in his own pocket before bending back down to Harry's unconscious form and picking him up. One arm under his knees and another behind his back.

By the time they made it up to the castle Sirius's arms felt like they were going to fall off. Even though Harry was light holding him in the same position hurt after a while.

"PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE!" Sirius shouted, setting Harry down inside the castle on the floor, feeling safer inside then out.

"What's the matter with Harry Potter, Sir?"

Sirius looked up and saw the short little house elf that adored Harry.

"Dobby! Go get Madam Pomfrey! NOW!" Sirius shouted.

The house elf took the command and was gone in the blink of an eye. While he waited for their return Sirius looked closer at Harry. His face was swollen where the cat-like marks were. Feeling Harry's head he felt the soaring fever and Harry's pulse was beating fast and irregular.

By the time Madam Pomfrey got there beads of sweat was on Harry's face and arms.

"What happened to him!" she bellowed, summoning her wand and floating Harry to the hospital wing before Sirius had the chance to say he didn't know.

"I got her, sir. I hope Harry Potter is alright." Dobby said.

Sirius watched as Harry was floated away and then looked down at Dobby, smiled shortly, and took off after Pomfrey and Harry.

When he got to the hospital wing Madam Pomfrey had him already in a bed with his shirt off. With a needle in her hand she shot a cup of a black potion into Harry's stomach. Making him yell out in agony but not waking him.

"Is he going to be okay?" Sirius asked frantically.

"Yes. I'm sure we caught it in time," Madam Pomfrey said, taking a deep sigh.

"Caught what? What was wrong?" Sirius asked.

Madam Pomfrey opened her mouth to speak but a voice came from behind Sirius, "Msitua Poisoning," Dumbledore said.

Sirius's eyes widened and he looked down at Harry as he turned on his side and brought his arms up to his bare chest.

"How could that of happened?" Sirius asked, not taking his eyes from Harry as he thought of the poison that could kill you if untreated for too long. "He's not going to die! He just-."

"He's going to be fine, Mr. Black, I assure you," Madam Pomfrey said as she felt Harry's head before magically putting a pair of blue plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt.

"Remus just informed me that Harry had somehow gotten past him and was gone from the house. I told him he was here and fine. Harry could of gotten the Msitua from the trees he has to go through to get here, or a plant of some sort,"

"He had scratches on his face," Sirius said, thinking out loud, trying to imagine Harry getting those scratches from a tree branch with Msitua poisoning in it.

Dumbledore nodded, "But he is going to be okay. So now we have to work with the new problem of what Harry found out when he got here,"