A/N: Hello everyone. Sorry this chapter is short. I'll have another one out in a day or two, promise. Ahhhhhh, answers to reviews!

Parrisima; I wanted people to try to guess who it was, but apparently no one wanted to play that game besides the three reviews I got.  Oh well. He's outed (so to speak) in this chapter. Helena might get more chapters done from her point of view in the future. I have one idea floating around in my head right now.

Illyria-light; lol!!! Yep, it's Osama alright. Helena's really into beards and crazed maniacs. Little known fat about her. Grin Weird reviews are the fun ones. They make me laugh.

Ssdiablo; Charlie's in this chapter. You'll have to read on to find out whether it's him or not. evil grin

Harry stared out of a window in the common room into the moonlit night. It was 8:30, half an hour until Sirius would be calling for him on the mirror. Harry sighed again and fought the urge to cry. His mirror was up in his trunk, broken into about a hundred pieces, meaning he wouldn't get to hear from Sirius.

Depression set over him once again. He could fix the mirror, but that wouldn't help very much as it needed the charm placed on it once more. He sighed and flopped down in a chair and glared at several second years playing some kind of rowdy game across the common room.

Ron and Hermione had already retreated away from Harry after getting yelled at for bickering too much, so he had no one around to cheer him up or give him ideas on how to redo the charm. He glared into the fire for a bit, remembering the times Sirius had visited him in it via the floo network.

"It's not good to look into a fire for too long, Harry." A voice behind him said.

Harry grumbled and responded, "It's my eyesight, I'll do what I want. Bugger off."

Thorpe came around the chair into his sight with a bemused expression on her face. "Really now?"

Harry gave her a sheepish grin and shrugged. "Sorry Professor, just having a bad day."
Thorpe smiled at him and shook her head. "Well then, I won't hold that against you. Just came up to tell you that you have a visitor in my office."

Harry gave her an inquisitive look and followed her to her classroom. He heard two men laughing and talking and stopped. "Professor, I thought you said I had a visitor? That sounds like two."

Thorpe shrugged and turned back to him. "Who said that the other is here for you?" She smiled and continued up the stairs. The door flew open and Charlie gave her a big bear hug. Thorpe laughed and hugged him back, making him grunt when she squeezed harder than he thought she would. He set her down and she went over to her desk and sat.

Harry came in and smiled when he saw who else was in the room. "Lupin! I didn't know you were coming."

Lupin smiled at Harry and nodded. "Well Harry, something has come to our attention and we need to talk to you about it."

Harry sat on a pillow in the corner and furrowed his brow. "What is it? Did I do something wrong?"

Charlie answered, "No, Harry. But we need to know who outside of this school has been in contact with you recently."

Harry felt a wave of shock run through him. "Why is that so important?"

Lupin gave him a look and said, "We just need to know, Harry."

Harry shrugged and looked at his feet and said, "Well, Mrs. Weasley has. She sent me something that I forgot at Grimmwauld Place. Ah, Bill sent Ron a letter and it had a note for me from Fleur asking how I was..."

Thorpe cut him off. "Harry, we need to know if someone has contacted you who shouldn't have. Anyone do that?"

Harry shrugged, unwilling to tell them the truth. Lupin nodded. "That's what I thought. Who was it, Harry?"

Harry glared at him. "I don't see why it's such a problem."

Lupin sighed. "Because, if he has a good chance of getting killed on the mission he's on. We don't want you to go through everything again, Harry."

Harry leapt to his feet. "So you were just going to let me believe that the one piece of family I have left was dead? I'm glad Sirius wrote me a letter, I'm glad he sent me that book!"

Lupin gave him a wide-eyed look. "What book?" he asked sharply. Harry set his jaw and crossed his arms. Lupin gave him an annoyed look. "You're too much like your father sometimes, Harry. What book? Was it a leather book?"

Harry sulked for a minute before nodding. "I know he shouldn't have contacted me, but I'm glad he did."

Lupin stared at the fire in wide-eyed disbelief. "I can't believe he gave you that book. He even kept it with him in Azkaban, somehow. Lynne gave that to him a week before she died."

Harry looked around the room. Thorpe was starting to fall asleep; Charlie looked thoroughly confused by the conversation; and Lupin just stared into his lap with a sad smile on his face. He sighed and looked up at Harry.

"That book is one of the most important possessions Sirius has. It's his only link to the time he spent with Lynne; his family and the Deatheaters destroyed everything else. What did he say to you in that letter?"

Harry shrugged. "That he'd talk to me tonight in through the mirror and that he wanted me to keep the book safe."

Lupin's eyebrow went up. 'He's going to talk to you on your mirror? When?"

Harry felt his heart sink. "Um, it's supposed to be right about now. He said nine o'clock. I broke the mirror when I thought he was dead."

Thorpe stood up. "Let's go fix that now, Harry. If we hurry we can probably catch him in time for both of you to talk to him." Harry started to protest and Thorpe shook her head. "Don't worry, Harry. I know the right charms for it."

Harry jumped up and ran out the door without even a backward look and Thorpe followed after. When they got to the Fat Lady's portrait, Harry stopped for breath and Thorpe giggled. "Well, that wasn't the type of hurrying I meant, but it works well." She looked up and wheezed out, "Shrivelfig" and stepped inside. Harry led the way to his room and pulled out his mirror.

Thorpe preformed the necessary spells and Harry watched in amazement as it mended itself. Thorpe sat down on his bed and tried to catch her breath. "There we go, Harry. And you still have three minutes until nine."

Harry smiled at her gratefully and took the mirror. "Thank you, Professor."

Thorpe grinned. "You're welcome, Harry. Just make sure that you give Remus a chance to talk to him, too. He hasn't spoken to him since that night in the ministry." Harry nodded and they went down to go back to her office again.

After receiving several inquisitive looks from everyone in the common room they laughed and talked as they walked back to her quarters. As they walked in, Lupin looked up expectantly. "Well? Did you get to it in time?"

Thorpe grinned at Harry. "Well, after I had to run as hard as I could just to keep in sight of Harry, went up into his room, fixed that damn mirror, went back downstairs just to find the common room full of gossip about me, and walked back here with Snape shadowing us, I should hope so."

Lupin jumped up and hugged her. "Thank you, Helena!"

She laughed and rasped out a "You're welcome." Making Remus realize that he'd been grabbing her rather tightly. He slackened his grip on her and dropped her back to the floor.

He grinned sheepishly and mumbled, "Sorry. Don't realize how strong I am sometimes."

Thorpe laughed. "Don't worry about it, Remus. I'm fine, just a little winded." Lupin looked pretty embarrassed and blushed furiously while Thorpe gave him a reassuring smile.

Harry jumped when he heard Sirius call for him on his mirror. Thorpe held out her hand and grinned at him. Harry gave it to her reluctantly and she held it in front of her. Sirius's face swam into view and she smiled. "Hello, Sirius. What brings you to these parts?"

Sirius's face went wide from shock. "Oh, uh... hello Helena."

Thorpe smiled disarmingly at him. "Now Sirius, you wouldn't be contacting anyone you shouldn't, would you? I hate to have to tell Dumbledore that you've done something that could only hurt Harry more than he already has been."

Sirius glared at her. "I have every right to talk to my godson, Helena."

Thorpe glared back at him. "You would in any normal circumstance, Sirius. This is not a normal circumstance by any stretch of the imagination. What do you think would happen if you turned up dead in a week? What would that do to him?"

Sirius sulked for a minute and rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to get killed, Helena. I've done this type of work for the Order before, I know what I'm doing. Now let me talk to Harry."

Helena scowled. "No, you don't realize the importance of what you've done. If you do anything that hurts him, I swear I'll come after you and kill you myself. Telling him you're not dead is stupid, Sirius."

Sirius pouted and looked away. "You're right, Helena, as always. I couldn't help it, though. I can't stand knowing that I've let him down again. I had to tell him. Can I talk to him now?"

Helena sighed and nodded slightly. She handed the mirror to Harry and crossed her arms.

Harry smiled and looked into it. "Hi, Sirius!"

Sirius laughed. "Hi Harry. Are you still upset with me for doing this to you?"

Harry shook his head. "No, I'm just glad that you're alright. You are alright, aren't you?"

Sirius hesitated a moment before giving Harry a cheery smile. "Of course I'm alright." Harry gave him an admonishing look and Sirius went on. "Well, I've been better. But I've also been worse. Don't worry about me, Harry. I'll be fine."

Harry rolled his eyes at Sirius and smiled. "You need to be worried about, Sirius. If I don't know one will."

Sirius laughed. "Not true, I know of several other people who would worry about me. Molly, Remus definitely would, Helena, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Moody all would worry about me incessantly."

Thorpe spoke up from the side of the room. "We already do. Don't do anything stupid, alright?"

He smiled and nodded and looked to the side for a second, worried slightly about something. "Harry, I really need to talk to Remus and Helena for a moment. I'm sorry I can't talk to you longer. I'll call you again in a week?" Harry nodded and handed the mirror to Lupin before Charlie led him out the door.

Charlie smiled at him. "Getting along well, aren't they?" Harry smiled and nodded, unwilling to talk at the moment. Charlie sensed this and went on. "I didn't understand it at first, Lupin doesn't seem her type. But she's happy." Harry nodded again. "Hey Harry, what are you doing for Halloween?"

Harry stopped. "What? Um, nothing I s'pose."

Charlie grinned. "Great. Do you wanna come to the party Fred and George are throwing at their shop?"

Harry nodded. "Sounds great. Will Dumbledore let me go?"

Charlie grinned in response and nodded. "Helena already asked him a few days ago. As long as she and Moody are there and escort you around, you're able to go."

Harry's happiness level increased dramatically with these words. "Great, I would love to go." He reached the Fat Lady's portrait and received a stern look as he went inside. He said his farewell to Charlie and headed up to his room, completely content for the first time in a year.

He thought about going to bed, but his eye fell on Ron's trunk and he thought of the penseive. Ron was due up any minute, he'd look out for Harry while he explored more of Sirius's memories. Harry smiled and pulled it out. He set it down on his trunk at the end of his bed, made himself comfortable next to it and went in.

A/N: Wasn't that fun, boys and girls? Now, click the little button and tell me what you thought of it. As I said, more to come in a day or two. All penseive stuff, nothing else. :D I like writing that stuff. A slight bit of angst ahead, so ye be warned!!! ARG!