A/N: Thank you for the reviews so far! I already had this one finished, so I decided to go ahead and post it. As you all may have already knew (or suspected) there will be nosequel to this. Well, enjoy!

Chapter Two

"I don't know," the man replied. "I have no clue…"

"You mean you have no idea who you are?" Harry said. He suddenly felt butterflies in the pit of his stomach. It couldn't be Sirius. He—he fell behind the veil. But, this man looked like him so much. The dark hair, the blue eyes…

"That's exactly what I mean," the man replied. He looked at Harry oddly. "Do I know you for somewhere? You seem a bit familiar."

At those words, Harry's heart soared. This had to be Sirius, there was no doubt about it. "Come with me," Harry ordered, turning around, hoping that Sirius would follow. When he turned his head around, Sirius was still standing there. "Aren't you coming?"

"Where?" Sirius (most likely) asked.

"To our home," Harry replied.

"Our?" Sirius said, looking even more confused.

"If you come with me, I'll explain." After that, without any hesitation, Sirius followed.

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"There you are, Harry," Remus said, freezing as he saw who was with Harry. "Who—?"

"It's confusing," Harry said, glancing at Sirius. "But this…is Sirius."

"Sirius?" Sirius repeated. "That's my name?" Harry nodded.

Remus turned ashen. "Sirius? Harry, how is that possible? We all saw Sirius fall through the—"

"Yes!" Harry interrupted, scowling. "I know that. We witnessed it. But look at him—just look Remus!" Harry looked at the extremely confused Sirius standing beside him. "It's Sirius. He's alive and he's real."

"But Harry," Remus argued, still not looking convinced. "How is that possible?"

"Don't ask me," Harry said. Why was Remus being so difficult? "I just bumped into him on the streets. Right now, the only thing that matters is that Sirius is alive, and by the looks of it, well."

"Can I lay down?" Sirius asked suddenly. "I've gotta headache."

"Yeah, yeah sure," Remus replied distractedly. "You can lay down in your room. Harry and I need to talk right now."

"My room?" Sirius repeated. "Where's that?"

"Here, I'll show you," Harry offered. He took Sirius by the arm and led him into the room. None of this seemed real at all, yet, it was.

"Thanks," Sirius said to Harry. Harry just gave a nod and walked back over to Remus, who was waiting for Harry on the couch.

"What do you want to talk about, Remus?" Harry said with a sigh. He sat down beside Remus, hardly wanting to talk. He just wanted to go rejoice that Sirius was alive.

"About what happened," Remus said calmly. "Start from the first."

"All right," Harry agreed slowly. "I wanted to get some fresh air, and then I bumped into Sirius in the streets."

"Streets? Where were you, Harry?" Harry paused.

"Er—I was around the Coffee Café."

"Okay, so were you beside the Coffee Café? In front?"

"In front."

"What direction did 'Sirius' come from?" Remus inquired.

"Why are you asking me all of these questions?" Harry exclaimed, jumping up from the couch. "Sirius is your best friend, and I thought you of all people would be happy that he's alive!"

"I am happy, Harry," Remus replied. "It just seems so…far-fetched. Don't you think?"

"I don't know what to think," Harry responded. "I don't want to think. I just want to be happy that my godfather is alive. I've lost Matt, Remus. I just couldn't bear to lose Sirius. And even though Matt can't come back to life, somehow Sirius has."

"I know that," Remus said calmly. "Proof is probably sleeping in the bedroom down the hall."

"Exactly!" Harry exclaimed. This argument was pointless, Harry thought to himself. "So why are you being so pessimistic about this?" Harry left Remus sitting on the couch in the living room and went down the hall, stopping in front of Sirius's bedroom. Hesitantly, Harry opened the door.

Sirius lay, looking a bit uncomfortable, on the bed. Sound asleep. Harry crept over to Sirius's bed, quietly sitting down by Sirius's side. Remus was right, Harry knew. It seemed so…impossible. But, Sirius was there, in the flesh, sleeping in his usual bed that he always used to sleep in.

"I don't hate you," Harry said quietly. "I don't know why I ever told you that. I was angry and upset, with Matt's funeral and all. But I don't hate you.
"At first I thought that I'd never get the chance to tell you different," Harry continued. "I'm just thankful I get the chance now." With a quick, small grin, Harry got up from the bed and opened the door. Once he was outside of Sirius's bedroom, he quietly closed the door behind him, careful not to wake Sirius up.

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A/N: Thanks for your reviews! I love them. I actually received one e-mail from (I will say no name. (S)he will be anonymous) someone, asking if this was a slash. If you have read any of my other previous stories that connect to this one, you will know that this is no slash.

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WolfbainKohaku: Thanks! I like the title, too. Well, you know me, I am very fast at updating so I hope you like this chapter.

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