A/N: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, I wish I did. Sirius would be nice. Mmmm. Drool

Harry had spent three weeks at number 4 Privet drive already. Time seemed to fly by and stand still all at once. He spent most of his time there wither laying on his bed staring at the ceiling or walking aimlessly down the street. His neighbors would mumble under their breath about him, but he never heard.

Today he was sitting on a street corner staring unseeing at the ground. Sirius' death playing before his eyes again and again. It was all he could think about all summer, playing unendingly every waking moment.

When he was asleep he dreamt of Voldemort and his doings. Now that word was out, Voldemort wasn't trying to hide in deceit and trickery any more. Muggle attacks were becoming more and more frequent. Harry had been sent a letter almost as soon as he got into his room that he should never be outside after dark and to stay as close to "home" as possible.

Order members were following him everywhere, he knew. Never having a moment alone was aggravating, but they were just trying to protect him so he tried not to think about it. Breaking out of his reverie, he wondered who was around him at the moment. "I know someone has to follow me at all times, but could you at least show me who is following me right now?" he asked his surroundings. Looking up, he saw Mrs. Babbit staring at him from across the road. "Oh, sod off, you horrible old bat!" he spat at her. He got up and walked to an alley behind his uncle's house. Vernon was going to hear of that, Harry was certain. He would be punished.

"Okay, no one can see us here, so just show yourself so I at least know who I've got for company." There was no sign of anyone or anything. "Oh come on! I need to know who I have with me so I know what kind of defense I have!" There was a sigh and Remus appeared at his side.

"Hello, Harry. How are you doing?" Remus looked rather tired and worn out, even for him. "Your aunt and uncle aren't being too harsh on you, are they?"

Harry stood shocked for a minute and then took his old professor into a bear hug. "Oh, Lupin! I didn't even think it could be you! I'm glad to see you! You don't look so good, how are things going at the... ah, the house?"

Remus chuckled, "Pretty well considering we're running everywhere trying to defend ourselves as well as muggles. Dumbledore thought you might like to see a friendly face. He told me to wait for you to ask for somebody, though. Said you would know when you wanted to be around people." Remus put his arm around Harry's shoulder. "I hope you're not still obsessing about Sirius, he wouldn't want it that way. He'd want you happy."

Harry's face fell. "The only way I could be happy is to know that this is some kind of joke, that he's still alive." Harry paused and looked away. "That I could see him again and get out of this hell-hole and live with him."

Remus nodded and thought for a moment before he replied. "Well, in time things will work out, you'll see. Do you think I could come into your room for a minute? I have something of his for you."

Harry's curiosity showed on his face. "What? What do you have for me?"

"Uh huh, not here. I'll tell you when we are in your room. Do you think we can get there without your Aunt and Uncle getting upset?" Remus questioned.

Harry broke into a grin. "Yeah, he's at work, Aunt Petunia's at the store getting groceries to feed Dudley (that'll take a while) and Dudley, well he's probably beating up a ten year old somewhere like he did all last summer."

Harry turned and led Lupin to his house and up to his room. There wasn't a lot of space in there, so they were a little cramped. "Okay! Okay! What do you have for me?" Harry was eager for anything to remind him of all the good times with Sirius instead of just his death. Remus smiled and pulled out a penseive.

"It's some of his memories. Not all of them are bad, well, not to someone who doesn't know the circumstances. Don't let your aunt see this and don't look into it unless I'm with you. Okay?" He was very serious about this last instruction for Harry.

Harry stared at it and barely whispered, "Okay. Can I do it now?" He looked up expectantly. "All I've been able to think about is his dying for the last month and I need to remember him when he was happy."

Remus started to nod and then glanced out into the driveway when they heard a car door slam shut. "Petunia's home, Harry. You can't let her find this because it could mean some very bad trouble for the entire order, but especially you." Harry was crestfallen. So close! So close to Sirius' memories and he couldn't watch them.

"Can you come back later and let me? Please Lupin, I need to. I miss him so much." Harry started to cry. Just then Petunia pounded on his door.

"Get up, you lazy slob and help me with the food!" she shrieked. Harry got off the bed and looked at Remus. He nodded and put an invisibility cloak over him and disappeared from sight. "Bye." Harry whispered.

He made his way down to the front door and opened it long enough to feel the swish of a cloak on his leg and stepped out to the car to bring in bags of groceries. Heaving them into the house, he grunted when the straps cut into his hands. Putting them on the counter, he turned around to go get more, vaguely aware of his aunt talking to him. Soon enough he had brought in all of the food and started putting it away. Petunia was still talking to him, but he just ignored her. Suddenly the phone rang and he jumped, letting go of a carton of eggs.

"Clean that up! You're going to have to go get me more eggs, boy! You're going to be punished for that one!" Aunt Petunia said on her way to the phone. She answered it and Harry could tell she was talking to Mrs. Babbit. He didn't care.

Cleaning it up quickly he walked into the hall and bumped into his uncle. "Watch it, boy!" His uncle growled. Standing aside so Vernon could go into the kitchen, Harry sprinted up the stairs. He had just reached his door when he heard his uncle start shouting. They must've found out about his earlier chat with that annoying Mrs. Babbit, he thought. He took the penseive off his desk and quickly hid it under the floorboard in his room. He had just sat up when his door burst open. Vernon stood purple-faced and huffing in the doorway.

"I want to know why you always seem to know who to shoot that mouth off to that is going to make the biggest fuss about it. I want to know why you seem to have something against my neighbors and me. Is it because we aren't some kind of freak, like you are?! Is it because we all have respectable reputations and jobs?! Answer me, boy!"

Harry appraised his uncle coolly for a moment then rolled his eyes. "She's a stupid arrogant, ignorant person. Just like you are. You'd better watch out, Uncle. Karma's a bitch." He stood up and smiled.

Vernon seemed at a loss for words and looked like his head was going to explode. "How dare you say any of those things to me! I don't care what your friends do to me, you're not getting any food or coming out of there for anything until they come to get you, understand?" With that he slammed the door and Harry could hear all of the locks being locked. He smiled and shook his head, then yelled in frustration and flopped down on his bed.

He raised his eyes to where she stood, trembling. "Do you know why you're here?" She nodded and began shaking violently, scared. This amused him.

"I don't take well to traitors, nor do I take well to failure. You have failed me in a simple task and as a result I see that as betrayal. You know what happens to betrayers, don't you?" She nodded again, tears streaming down her face.

"Good, then I don't have to tell you what's going to happen next." Harry nodded to a guard standing a few feet away from her and headed toward the door. He heard her body hit the ground before he reached it and smiled.

"Having fun?" A woman asked. Her black hair falling in her eyes as she turned to him. "I do hope she was of some service to you, I mean, otherwise everything we did to train her was a waste of time."

He turned to her, "No, she didn't give me any information. Damn it all! Dumbledore's got his followers just as loyal as I have mine." She nodded and opened up his bedroom door for him. "Goodnight, Dark Lord. I trust you will sleep well?" He nodded and she closed the door.

Harry awoke to a noise outside his window. Thinking it was the Order; he rushed over to the window only to see a woman standing in the street alone. She was looking up at his window quietly. Harry wondered at this, but before he could think of any answers to his questions, she disappeared. Harry shook his head and thought of how he must be going insane. Grumbling to himself, he slid back under his blankets and practiced Occulemency. It never worked, but he had to try. Eventually he slept.

A/N: What do you think? R&R and tell me whether I should continue or not.