A/N: Okay, thanks, Swanpride :). I'll do that - instead of four, Harry'll be seven.

Chapter Two

"Hey there, sleepyhead," Sirius greeted as Harry trudged into the kitchen at twelve Grimmauld Place the next day.

"'Morning, Padfoot," Harry replied, stifling a yawn. He sat at the table opposite Sirius and nibbled on some toast. "Padfoot, I think I'm hearing things. Last night I heard someone screaming," Harry explained. "Was it you?"

Sirius's happy features turned grim. "No," he replied. "It was my mother."

Harry looked surprised. "Mother?" he echoed. "Is she sleeping in the guest room?"

"No. She's a painting," Sirius explained. Harry nodded his head as if he understood what his godfather was telling him, but he really felt confused. A painting could scream? Though, with what Sirius had told him about magic the night before, Harry wouldn't be surprised.

"What are we going to do today, Padfoot?" Harry asked, eating his toast a bit more enthusiastically.

Sirius brightened when Harry changed the subject. "Actually, Harry, I wanted to teach you Quidditch. I think there's a broom here some where's… "

"Quidditch?" Harry repeated. "Brooms? Is this some sort of clean-the-house game?"

"No," Sirius replied, grinning.

"What else would you use a broom for?"

"You'll see," Sirius replied, keeping his answer simple. He tried to conceal his grin as he watched Harry look at him with a befuddled expression, then slowly turned to finish his breakfast.

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Harry's heart pounded excitedly as he felt himself being lifted off of the ground. He clutched onto the broom, and grinned down at Sirius.

"Can you let go?" He asked. "I'm seven, Sirius. I can fly a broom on my own."

"You might fall. This is your first time on a broom," Sirius pointed out.

"I won't fall," Harry replied, rolling his eyes, but let Sirius stand by him anyways.

"Sirius!" A third voice startled Harry, who turned around, and in the process lost his balance. Before turning around himself, Sirius steadied Harry.

"I told you you might fall," Sirius said, receiving a scowl from Harry. He chuckled. "Hello, Moony," He greeted as Harry got off his broom.

"Sirius," Remus replied. He gave Harry a smile, who smiled back warily.

"Oh, Harry, this is Remus Lupin," Sirius introduced, "I told you about him last night, 'Member?"

Harry nodded brightly.

"Sorry if I startled you, Harry," Remus said apologetically.

Harry shrugged, following Sirius and Remus back inside, the broom tucked safely under his arm. "It's alright, Remus," he replied. "You didn't startle me." Harry leaned the broom against the wall, sitting down beside on a couch beside Sirius; Remus sitting across from them.

"Please, call me, Moony," Remus said to Harry.

"So why are you here, Moony?" Sirius asked, letting Harry rest his head on his shoulder.

"I came here to remind you of the full moon in a couple nights," Remus replied somberly.

"I forgot," Sirius replied, closing his eyes. Harry looked at Sirius, then at Remus.

"What goes on on the full moon?" He questioned. Sirius and Remus exchanged glances.

"Well, Harry -" Remus hesitated. "On the full moon I tend to…transform," he explained.

"Into what?" Harry asked, genuinely interested.

"A werewolf," Sirius and Remus said at the same time.

Harry remained quiet for a minute. "Does this mean I have to go?" He finally asked quietly with downcast eyes.

"It does," Sirius responded, squeezing Harry's shoulder reassuringly. "Not forever, though. Just for that night. See, when Remus transforms, he doesn't retain his human mind. He could bite you, Harry. Not intentionally, of course," he continued. "But he can't control his actions."

"What happens if he bites me?"

"Then you turn into a werewolf," Sirius replied quietly.

"And don't you dare say that it'd be cool!" Remus put in. "Because it's not. Believe me, Harry," he shook his head. "It's not."

"Who will I stay with? I really don't know anybody…" Harry trailed off, looking at Sirius and Remus.

"Well," Remus started, "there is one family. They look pretty decent."

"Look?" Sirius echoed with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah. I saw them in the Daily Prophet," Remus explained. "You've probably heard of them, Sirius. They went to Hogwarts with us, although they finished before us. I was thinking maybe the Weasley's."

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A/N: Sorry that this chapter took awhile. School just started up again. Anyways, thanks for the reviews, and I'm sorry if this chapter got a little…blah. Right in the middle of it I got a writers block, so, suggestions for future chapters are very much welcome. :)