I am sooooo sorry that this chapter took so long. But I just started a new job and have been real busy. But here it is. Harry and Sirius have a little chat and it's kinda slow but I'll have the next chapter up real soon. Please tell me what you think. Cheers!

"I don't appreciate being yelled at like that." Sirius scolded, that night in Harry's dorm room. His dorm mates were all asleep so Sirius had placed a silencing charm around Harry's bed and settled in for a long talk.

"Then next time leave when I ask you to." Harry retorted calmly. "I'm sick of everyone hanging around me all the time, give me some peace once in a while, would you?"

Sirius' scowl turned to a smile, "We're just worried about you."

"I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself. Or have you forgotten all the time's I went up against Voldemort and lived to tell about it. Not to mention the Deatheater attack a couple weeks ago."

"Fair enough," Sirius grinned, "Soooo..."

"So what?" Harry asked leaning back on his elbows and playing absentmindedly with his blanket.

"Come on Harry," his godfather whined, "What did the pretty girl want to talk to you about?"

"Oh that, well..."

"Harry!" Sirius warned.

The Gryffindor laughed and told the Animagus about his conversation with Cho.

"That's great," Sirius teased, "You've got yourself a girlfriend. Pretty soon she'll be picking out her wedding dress and...oh dear... I suppose I have to tell you all about the birds and the bees."

"Don't you dare," Harry cried mock-horrified, "besides its too late for that."

Now it was Sirius' turn to be horrified, "You didn't, please tell me you didn't."

Harry laughed, "You're so gullible, and of course I haven't. When have I ever had the time?"

Sirius breathed a sigh of relief and a comfortable silence filled the room. Sirius studied his godson for a moment before speaking again.

"Is it just me, or do you not feel as excited as you should be when going on your first date?" When Harry remained silent Sirius continued, "Is it because...maybe you're not going with the girl you really want to go with?"

Harry sat up at that, "What do you mean?"

"You know full well what I mean, Harry James Potter. I've seen how you look at her."

Harry was gob smacked, what was he talking about? For the life of him Harry couldn't even begin to guess who Sirius was talking about. "Sirius..." he began thinking there was a chance he was talking about one of Harry's best friends, "I don't think of her that way, and she likes Ron not me."

"No she doesn't," Sirius insisted a little confused, "Jessica definitely has a thing for you."

"No...JESSICA!" Harry cried, "That's who you were talking about, I thought you meant Hermione."

Sirius chuckled, "No Harry, Hermione definitely has a thing for Ron, it's obvious. Just like its obvious Jessica has her heart set on you."

"Really?" Harry asked clearly baffled.

"You really don't see it. You don't see the way she looks at you when she believes no one is looking. She's seems to be really good at hiding her emotions but I can see into her soul. She wants you Harry, and I think you want her too."

"No...I... she's just my friend."

Sirius shook is head sadly, "Deny it all you want Harry. But you and I know the truth. And by the time you realize what I'm sure you've been feeling all along, I hope, for your sake, it's not too late." Standing he made his way to the door turned back to look Harry in the eyes. "I have to go, Albus asked me to drop by his office tonight. Think about what I said Harry, the more you do, the sooner you'll realize I'm right. Goodnight."

The large black dog bounded down the hall at full speed, carelessly leaping down stairs and bounding over suits of armor. After chasing Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, he slowed to a trot and continued his way to Albus' office at a leisurely pace.

Suddenly he froze in place sniffing the air and straining to hear the whispering voice he was sure he had heard only seconds before.

"Sirius..." the chilling voice whispered again, bouncing off the walls coming from seemingly nowhere. "Sirius...I'm over here."

Sirius whined a little before turning from a dog back into a man. Peeking around the corner closest to him, all Sirius saw was a solitary door open about an inch. Cautiously he moved to the door, stopping just to the side and peered through the gap. Breathing a sigh of relief when he saw nothing, and chalking the whole thing up to his imagination, Sirius moved to head back to Dumbledore's office.

"Sirius...where are you going? Come and play... you know just like we used to...with Remus and James...you know you want to."

"Pettigrew!" Sirius snarled realizing who was talking to him, "Come out you rat and finish what we started two years ago like a man."

"Poor Sirius, such anger. Although anyone would be angry when they realize the only friend they had left is dead..."

Sirius, who had been wildly searching the classroom, froze. A thousand thoughts swam through his head. Could it be true? Was Remus truly dead like Peter said?

"Oops, that's right; you didn't know yet did you. I'm sorry you had to find out this way Sirius...but the Werewolf was just getting in my way."

Rage bubbled inside Sirius, "No, it's not true, Remus is fine, you lying git. Now come out and face me you sniveling coward." He roared picking up a desk and throwing it across the room where it hit the wall and smashed into a thousand pieces. "Come on, what are you afraid of, eh? If you could kill Remus, with his Werewolf strength, then I should be a piece of bloody cake." A pause, "COME OUT!"

"As you wish," Wormtail said appearing in front of Sirius so suddenly, the dark haired wizard didn't have enough time to dodge the silver hand that darted out and gripped his throat. "You really shouldn't get your knickers in such a twist, its liable to get you in a spot of trouble."

Sirius grabbed at the hand, tightening around his neck, as he was lifted off the ground and slammed into the wall.

"You know Sirius, all through Hogwarts you, James, and Remus would tease me. Call me weak and say that I was holding you back, but I let that go. I believed you were really my friends that you didn't mean what you said, you were only playing around. Were you ever really my friends, Sirius?"

Sirius gasped trying to breathe, but managed a weak, "Yes, we really did think of you as our friend."

Wormtail laughed wryly, "You want to know the truth, Sirius. It was you three that were holding me back all those years ago. And now look at me," he gripped Sirius' throat tighter, "I'm right hand man to the most powerful wizard in the world. He gave me my new hand, and more power, soon he will rule and I will be right next to him. And look at you, and James, both dead at my hands."

"Remus?" Sirius chocked out eyes beginning to roll in the back of his head.

"Alive and still kicking, I'm afraid I haven't found him yet. But don't worry he will soon join you. Goodbye Sirius, I hope you see James, so you can tell him what has become of me."

Without warning Sirius suddenly dropped to the ground. A loud 'THUD' echoed through the room and when Sirius caught his breath he looked up to see what had become of his assailant. His eyes grew wide as dinner plates as he stared the body of his old friend. Peter Pettigrew had been split down the middle from groin to head.

Staggering to his feet up stared at the figure holding the bloody sword. He stared at his savior, the Mystic Knight.

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