Chapter Eight

Sirius awoke feeling a tiny body snuggled up against him. He couldn't help but smile as he watched Harry sleep. He felt almost confused as he watched Harry snuggle up a bit closer. He hadn't expected the boy to start trusting and loving him like he used to, but yet, here was his Harry, sleeping in his arms.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Sirius greeted softly as Harry slowly stirred. He blinked his eyes a couple of times, trying to adjust to the sunlight that poured into his green orbs.

"I'm sorry," Harry muttered sleepily, yawning and stretching. "I didn't mean to fall asleep on you." He looked sheepish and nervous, but relaxed as Sirius brought him into a fatherly hug.

"What time is it?" Sirius asked, stifling a yawn. He got up and went into the kitchen, an arm still wrapped around Harry's shoulder. "Five o'clock," he announced, giving Harry a grin. "You're never going to go to sleep tonight."

Harry shrugged. "I will. You just wait and see."

Sirius chuckled, ruffling Harry's hair. "You seem a little more…relaxed around me, now," Sirius commented.

"Can I tell you something?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Anything, kiddo," Sirius replied honestly.

"Promise you'll take me seriously?"

"I promise," Sirius vowed. Harry nodded carefully.

"When I found you asleep in my room, I sort of had a —" Harry paused, trying to come up with the right wording. "Um…a vision?" He finally said. Sirius's brow furrowed.

"A vision? As in…clairvoyance? ESP? Sixth sense?"

Harry grinned slightly. "I'm not sure, Sirius. It was weird…it just came to me."

"What came to you?" Sirius asked.

"The…vision or whatever," Harry replied patiently, seating himself in a chair and fiddling with his thumbs. Sirius stayed quiet for a minute, letting everything Harry was telling him run through his mind. Then, he remembered what the doctor had told him. "Throughout the week Mr. Potter might start to have some flash backs, until he gets his memory back."

"What did you have this vision about, Harry?" Sirius asked, sitting himself down in front of Harry.

Harry bit his lip. "It was of you…and me…and a man," he replied.

"A man," Sirius repeated. Harry nodded. "Who was the man, Harry?"

Harry continued biting his lip. "An angry man. A familiar man, though," he mused. "He was really mad, Sirius. He…" Harry trailed off, letting the rest of his sentence slide off into nothingness. Sirius tried to think; who was the man that was 'really mad' that he and Harry were both present with? Then he remembered the Dursley's.

"Was anyone else there?" Sirius asked. Harry nodded.

"Yeah, there was. She was…thin. Oh, and she had a horse-like face," Harry described, giggling. "She wasn't the prettiest woman."

Sirius grinned. "I know who you're talking about."

Harry stopped giggling, but left a grin on his face. "Who?"

"They were your aunt and uncle," Sirius explained. "And that wasn't a 'vision,' Harry. You were having a flashback."

"Of my previous life?"

Sirius laughed out loud. "Not your previous life, kiddo. Of…before you were in the car accident."

Harry looked at his godfather thoughtfully. "You've never really told me anything yet of what happened. Can you tell me now, Sirius?" Sirius hesitated before answering.

"What's with all this 'Sirius' business, anyway, kiddo?"

"I thought you were Sirius, though."

Sirius grinned. "I am half the time," he joked.

"Stop changing the subject," Harry said, scowling and trying to conceal a smile that tugged at his lips at the same time.

"All right, all right," Sirius said in defeat. He lifted Harry up off of the chair and brought him over to the couch. "But before I get into explaining anything else, you have to promise me something."

"What?"

"That you'll stop calling me 'Sirius,' " Sirius told him. Harry looked at Sirius perplexedly.

"What do you want me to call you then? Black? Mr. Black?" Harry guessed.

Sirius shook his head, grinning. "Definitely not. But, I want you to keep calling me Padfoot."

"Padfoot," Harry echoed. "What kind of name is that?" Sirius paused. That sounded so familiar. Then he remembered when Harry had lived with the Dursley's, that when Sirius had asked his godson to call him Padfoot (just like he did now) that Harry had said those exact same words.

"Harry," Sirius said tentatively, "do you believe in Magic?" Harry looked at Sirius questioningly.

"Magic?" He repeated. "As in…"

"As in Magic," Sirius said. He gave a sigh and cleared his throat, ready to tell Harry everything. Even about Hogwarts.

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"Are you sleepy yet, at all?" Sirius asked that night, knowing the answer. Harry was about to reply, 'no,' but remembered what he had said in the afternoon.

"Yes," Harry replied, faking a yawn. "I'm awfully tired, Siri - Padfoot."

"That's good," Sirius replied with a laugh. He hesitantly leaned down to kiss Harry's forehead. "Go to sleep, all right, Harry? Call me if you need anything."

Harry nodded. "I will." Harry's whole surroundings turned black as Sirius turned Harry's lights off. He lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling. He couldn't believe how relaxed he was around that man now…it was as if he could tell Sirius Black anything. Harry didn't know what to think, but as he drifted off into slumber, thought maybe he was being a bit more relaxed around Sirius because of his 'vision.' Harry's eyes dropped, and he turned to his side, tucking the blanket underneath his chin. Harry wondered if he would have anymore of his 'visions,' or why he was getting those visions.

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A/N: Not much of a long chapter, sorry! Read and Review.