Sirius

Chapter Two

When I got back to the house, there was an owl waiting for me, a letter attached to its leg, pecking at anybody who tried to reach it. I think I saw its eyes light up when he saw me, or maybe it was just my imagination.

The note read:

Dear Harry, I'm going to be picking you up from the Dursleys tomorrow at noon.

Moony

My face split into a wide grin. Finally, I get to break free of this hellhole! 'I'm leaving tomorrow,' I announced.

My uncle looked ready to blow. 'You can't decide anything like that!'

I grimly smiled. 'Please. Messing with werewolves are like playing with fire. Moony won't be happy.'

He paled. 'Th-this person who's coming, he's a werewolf?'

A laugh escaped my lips. 'and best friends with Sirius Black. The escaped convict. Remember him?' My heart lurched at the mention of my godfather, and the fact that I was using his name to get out of here.

Aunt Petunia looked at me as if to say "Isn't he dead, though?"

I silenced her with a glare. My uncle spluttered, and finally gave in. I gave a whoop and jumped high into the air.

The doorbell suddenly rang and I sobered up, wondering who it was.

'Boy! Go get it!' Uncle Vernon shouted at me. I stood up to do so, but Aunt Petunia stopped me.

'I'll do it,' she quietly said. I secretly nodded my thanks.

The door opened, and a shriek was heard throughout the house. I jumped up, followed by my uncle and cousin to the doorway.

There stood a tall, dark haired man, pale face, and brown eyes that were sunken and dulled with intense pain. I just stood there, blinking, while my aunt stuttered 'B-but…Harry, didn't you say…aren't…isn't he dead?'

What I was seeing finally sank in, and I whispered, just aloud to be heard. 'You're not real, you can't be. You're just a Death Eater's illusion, or something come back to haunt me, rubbing it in my face that I KILLED YOU!' The last two words were shrieked loudly, and I slammed the door. I could feel my eyes prickling, and hot tears threatened to fall.

I slumped down, back to the wall, eyes looking towards the ceiling. 'Why, God?' I asked to nobody in particular, letting the thick barrier around my feelings collapse, sobbing. 'I know I killed Siri, but does that mean I have to be haunted by him, too? Why am I punished like this!' My aunt, uncle and cousin watched frightfully from the side, all too scared to do anything. Nobody took much notice when the dark-haired man acme in again. He lightly wrapped his arms around me, murmuring into my ear.

I wish with my whole heart that I could forever stay there, always secure. Suddenly, I realized that I was in the arms of the person I loved, but had no idea if it was really him.

I jumped to my feet, whipping tears away from my face. 'What proof do you have that it's you! How can you persuade me to believe you?'

'Harry…' whispered Sirius. 'It's me. I swear it is… I promise…'

'Don't "Harry" me. Tell me something only I'd know, or something like that!'

Sirius nodded and morphed into Padfoot. He walked over to me, sniffing my hand, then giving it a small lick. When my godfather changed back, he was standing right in front of me. '"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,"' he whispered into my ear, hand resting on the back of my neck.

I nodded and threw my arms around the dark haired man. 'I'm sorry I ever doubted it was you.' My voice was choked up. 'I'm sorry…'

'Ssh, it's all right. You thought I was dead, and then I suddenly appeared back again. It's me, I swear, and everything will work out.' Sirius's hands rubbed my back to soothe my frantic sobbing, tears freely running down his face, too.

'We're making a scene here,' I said after a couple minutes. 'Let's go up to my room, or something.' He nodded, and we walked by the still dumb struck Dursleys and up the stairs to my room.

'How?' I asked. The two of us sat on my bed with our back to the wall, one of my godfather's arms still around me, holding me tight against him.

'I don't know. All I remember was passing through the veil, and it hurt as much as ten Crucios hitting me at the same time, and then I was in the afterworld. Oh, and Harry, your parents wanted me to tell you that they're very proud of you and love you very much.'

At those words, more tears broke free and crept down without a sound.

'I felt something tugging at me, sort of like a rope, and I was forced back through the veil, which was ten times worse than going through.'

Unconsciously I burrowed closer, looking up to the face of my godfather. Pain was written all across his face, an intense physical pain. An aftermath of the veil, or something.

'I missed you so much, Siri. Oh, and…Remus is coming to pick me up tomorrow at noon. Wants to take me back.' With that, I drifted off to sleep, exhausted from crying ever since I got back from school. There was a contented smile on my face, and I missed the one on Sirius's as he fell asleep too.

Thank you everyone who reviewed or read it or added this story to their C2. You have no idea how much it means to me, and it is a great honor, honestly. Thanks and I love you guys very much! Sorry that's it's been a while since I posted my first chapter. The third one'll probably take quite a long time before it's up, since I haven't written it yet, and I don't really know what to do for it. I have a general idea, but… I don't know. Please review!