A/N: Oh, oiche ghealai, I didn't explain about the Voldemort thing, did I? Sorry…well, Lucius Malfoy cast a spell that - even though Voldemort's gone - he can hear Voldemort's thoughts. Well, back to this chapter:

Chapter Four

"Will you tell me now, kiddo?" Sirius asked. He had been looking at Harry eating his breakfast for awhile now, hoping each second that Harry would just start up a conversation about last night. When he didn't, Sirius decided he would.

Harry shrugged, not making eye contact. "It's nothing, it was just this dream I had. But really, Sirius, I'd like to leave today."

"Can you tell me about the dream? Who was in it; what did they say?"

"It -" Harry hesitated. "I forget the names. Really weird names, though. There were two people, one of their names was luscious?" he explained, shaking his head. "I don't know, I forget. But one of the men told the man under the hood to…kill you. Though, I never saw the other man. I only saw the one under the hood." Sirius closed his eyes. He knew who Harry was talking about. Lucius Malfoy and most likely Voldemort.

"To kill me," Sirius echoed bluntly. Harry nodded sadly.

"In two days they said. I don't want you to die, Padfoot. That's why I want to leave," he explained.

"And I told you we would," Sirius replied. He got up from his chair and pulled Harry into a loving hug. "I promised."

"I know," Harry replied, wrapping his arms around his godfathers neck and hugging him back.

"Am I interrupting something?" A cheery voice asked from behind the two. They both looked up with sober faces. It was only Remus.

"You're back!" Harry said, forcing a smile onto his face. He got up and wrapped his arms around Remus's waist, giving the older man a hug. "How are you feeling?"

"A little tired," Remus replied honestly.

"And you're back just in time," said Sirius.

Remus raised his eyebrows. "In time? In time for what?"

Harry unlatched his arms from around Remus's waist. "We're moving, Moony. You can help us."

"Moving," Remus repeated. "Moving where? And why?" Harry sighed. Time to explain his dream again.

… … …

"I like it," Harry said, looking at the pictures of the house. "It looks comfy. Very welcoming."

"A big fireplace, too," Sirius pointed out. "Good for floo'ing." Harry groaned. Just the name made his stomach feel queasy all over again.

"And a big backyard!" Harry said enthusiastically. "Good for Quidditch."

Sirius chuckled. "So I take it this is the place we're looking for?" Harry nodded.

"I think so."

… Two days later a.k.a. "The Day"…

Harry sat down in the comfy couch, snuggled up against Sirius, wringing his hands nervously.

"Would you stop worrying, Harry?" Sirius asked. Harry looked up apologetically, then scowled.

"Well sorry for worrying about you. I can't help it, if you didn't already know, it's the day. The one in my dream."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "How could I forget, kiddo? You've only reminded me all day." He shook his head. "Come on, let's go to bed, alright? You look tired."

"I'm not, though," Harry replied.

Sirius grinned. "I am. Come on." Sirius lifted Harry up and walked to his room. "You're light," Sirius said. "And I thought I had fattened you up some," he continued with a grin. Harry didn't smile at all.

"Can you stay with me, Sirius?" He asked. "Please?" Sirius nodded.

"If it's the only way to get you to go to sleep, of course I will." Harry scooted over in the bed a bit, giving Sirius some room to lay down. Harry let his head rest on Sirius's chest, his eyes slowly starting to droop, slumber welcoming him with open arms.

… … …


"You failed me, Luciusss." Voldemort's voice growled.

"My Lord," Lucius thought in a calm voice, "I went to the house you said Black and Potter were staying at. I searched in every room, closet, crack - everywhere - but there was no sign of them." Voldemort made no reply, but fumed silently.

"Very well," he finally said. "We'll be more precissse next time, won't we, Luciusss?"

"Yes, my Lord," Lucius replied with a slight bow of his head.

… … …

Harry's eyes fluttered open. His scar burned, but he made no noise, no scream, no whimper. His hand immediately went up to his forehead - his scar - and rubbed it, as if he thought if he might be able to rub the pain away. Voldemort was angry, he was furious, but Harry and Sirius were safe - for now.

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A/N: Thank you for the reviews so far. Well, here's the fourth chapter. Be sure to check for the fifth one soon.