A/N: Fortunately, this is not the last chapter, so savor it all up for now!

Chapter Eleven

"I've brought you in your breakfast," Sirius said, shining like the sun in the sky (unfortunately, today was filled with dark clouds and rain.)

"Thank you," Harry said, grinning. "It looks really good, Padfoot." Sirius kissed the top of Harry's head affectionately, loving the fact that Harry had no trouble saying 'Padfoot' anymore like he used to.

"Anything for you, kiddo," he replied.

"After I finish, can you tell me what happened?" Harry asked. "The day of the…storm?"

Sirius hesitated. Did he really want to go over the occurrence of that day? July thirty-first? Even for Harry himself… "Of course," Sirius said. "So eat up."

"Oh, and what did Moony say?" Harry asked as Sirius was just about out of his room. "About moving in?"

"He said yes," Sirius replied. Harry smiled.

"That's great. He's moving in today, isn't he?" Sirius nodded in reply.

"So how's Harry doing?" Remus asked as Sirius sat down on a stool by the counter.

"He's fine. A little headache after what happened," he replied, running his fingers through his hair. "The important thing is that Harry has his memory back, though."

"Yes," Remus agreed.

"Padfoot!" Harry called from his room. Footsteps soon came closer to the kitchen, and Harry entered, along with an empty plate.

"I told you not to get up from bed!" Sirius said. Harry rolled his eyes.

"I'm not sick, Padfoot. Why can't I get up from bed?"

"You just got your memory back," Sirius replied. "You look exhausted. You have a headache. Stay in bed."

Harry grinned, shaking his head. He set the empty plate in the sink.

"You finished that whole breakfast Sirius put out for you?" Remus said, amazed how Harry had eaten the breakfast (and there was a lot…) in only a few minutes time.

Harry shrugged. "I was a bit hungry," Harry responded. "Come on, Padfoot, you said you'd tell me now." Harry walked over and took Sirius's hand, dragging him into his bedroom. He sat down on the bed, Sirius sitting next to him. Not satisfied with their seating arrangement, Harry got up and settled down on Sirius's lap.

"Ready?" Sirius asked. Harry nodded. "All right. You remember the day of your birthday, don't you? Well, I was actually planning a surprise party for you. That's why I was being a bit secretive, and why you were staying at Matt's for a while. It gave Remus and I time to set everything up.

"I'm not sure what happened after that, Harry," Sirius continued. "How the accident happened, but it was on the television."

"So you saw the…the…" Harry looked at a loss for the right wording.

"The wreckage? I did."

"Was it…bad?" Harry asked.

"The car was beat up badly," Sirius replied. "You, Matt and Isabella were taken to the Hospital immediately."

"Matt and Mrs. O'Brien," Harry said, suddenly sitting up from the bed and standing on his feet. "Are they OK?"

"They're fine, Harry," said Sirius. "And if you want, we can go see them again."

"Again?" Harry repeated.

"We went to the Hospital a couple of days ago. When you still had amnesia."

"They were OK though, weren't they?"

"Yes, Harry," Sirius confirmed. "They were perfect." Harry took his godfather's hand, dragging him out of the room.

"Where are you going, Harry?" Sirius asked as Harry slipped on his raincoat (Since it is raining out) and boots.

"You and me," Harry corrected, "are going to the Hospital. You did say we could go and see them."

… … …

"How are you feeling, Mrs. O'Brien?" Harry asked politely.

"Fine, Harry," Mrs. O'Brien replied, giving Sirius a questioning look.

"Hiyah, Harry," Matt greeted in his usual cheery way. "Feeling any better today?"

"Did Harry get his—?" Mrs. O'Brien was interrupted by Sirius's nod of the head. "That's wonderful."

"Mum says we can go back home today," Matt announced. "I'm glad. I don't like the Hospital."

"Me neither," Harry said.

Harry spent the next twenty minutes talking to Matt. By that time, it was pouring raining out. "Come on, kiddo, we should go," Sirius said. "Before it starts really raining out."

"All right," Harry agreed. He turned to Isabella and Matt. "See you later!"

… … …

Harry laughed out loud as Sirius shook the water from his hair, spraying Harry. "You act like such a dog, Padfoot."

Sirius flashed Harry a grin. "That's because I am one, kiddo."

Harry grinned and shook his head. "Very funny, Padfoot."

"I'm serious," Sirius said, putting on a look of feign hurt.

"I know you are, Padfoot," Harry joked.

"I am, really."

"Sure," Harry replied. Sirius looked at Harry with a, 'do you dare me to?' look. Harry let out a sound of surprise as, in Sirius spot, now stood a dog. The dog barked a few times before changing back into his godfather.

"I told you, kiddo," Sirius said, chuckling at Harry's expression.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you. How did you do that, Padfoot?"

"I'm an Animagus. An un-registered Animagus, but still an Animagus," Sirius replied.

"A what?" Harry asked, looking puzzled.

"An Animagus is…a witch or wizard who is capable of turning into an animal and back at will. Except for Remus, you know his condition, right?" Harry nodded.

"How he turns into a Werewolf."

"Right," Sirius confirmed. "Well, Remus was bit by a werewolf at a very young age. Every full moon he turns into a werewolf, so James, Peter and I—" Sirius spat Peter's name out "—learned how to become an Animagi to keep Remus company during those transformations."

Harry nodded, taking all of this in. "Is Remus here?" Harry asked, finding no sign of Remus in the house.

"I'm not sure," Sirius replied, sitting down on the couch and resting his head against the back of the seat. Harry snuggled up beside Sirius, resting his head on Sirius's shoulder.

Harry felt only love and respect towards Sirius Black. The man who cares, loves, feeds and puts a roof under Harry's head.
Because, even though James Potter was his father; Sirius Black was his dad.

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A/N: All right, I hope you liked this chapter…and be ready for the next chapter!