Hello! This is KCB. I'm officially taking over intros for the time-being
With my help-I was getting lonely!
If you don't like me, then the feeling is mutual (In other words, i don't like you either). But, if you like me despite my insanity, GREAT!!!
Everyone's insane in their own special way.
Anyway, here's chapter 29. I know-it's mushy. Mushy just happens to be my friend Abby's (she's reading this right now. Hi Abby!) favorite word. Why did i just say that? I don't know.
I don't know either.
But it's father-son stuff, not slash. WE DON'T WRITE SLASH!!
You stole my line!
Sorry. Whatever. Just read it!
Someone forgot the disclaimer!!!! WE DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS, JUST THE PLOT!
And Heather.
And Heather.
And Bridget.
And Bridget. So anywho!!

Chapter 29

Some Fluff and an Interesting Feast

"Oh, Harry!" Harry groaned and rolled over, trying to block out Sirius's voice. "Hey, Harry! Wake up, sleeping beauty!"

"Just five more minutes…"

"You had your five more minutes two hours ago! C'mon, get up, you lazy bum." Harry simply groaned again and buried his head under the pillow.

"Move over Sirius. I work at a hospital, I know how to wake people up."Bridget conjured something in her hand and cast a Sonorus charm on it; it immediately starting ringing loud enough to wake the dead. Harry screamed, seemed to jump a foot in the air, and then fell onto the floor.

"Good, you're up! What was that thing?"

"Um, it's called an alarm clock."

"Wow! Muggles actually came up with something useful!"

"Sirius, have you ever seen a TV?"

"Have I ever seen a what now?"

"A television."

"Or a computer?" Harry put in.

"No, can't say I have."

"Take a look at those before you judge Muggles' inventions. Anyway, I ought to get back to St. Mungo's. Tell Heather I said goodbye."

"Will do."

Wait a second, St. Mungo's? Harry thought. Suddenly, everything came back-the trial, Ron's spider bite, Bridget…

"Sirius! You're cleared!!!!!!!"

"Um, Harry, I thought we established that fact. Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Good…" Sirius was looking at him apprehensively. "Oh, wait, I don't think I ever told you, I'm rich now!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Good old Minister Fudge decided that I deserved some sort of payment for all of this."

"And?"

"And I am now the proud owner of 12,000 galleons."

"Well that's good-wait a second, did I hear you right?"

"That depends, what do you think I said?"

"Something about 12,000 galleons."

"Yep, you heard me right."

"Twelve-twelve-thousand-wasthatbecausetheministerisjuststupidorinsanethat'salotofmoneyandIshouldknowbecausemyparentsleftmealotofmoneyb utthatmustbetwiceasmuchasIhaveandyouhadalottobeginwithanywayaren'ttheBlacksoneoftherichestwizardfamiliesplust welvethousandwowthat'salotofmoney."

"Come again?"

"That's a lot of money."

"Yes, it is."

"Wait a second, where am I?"

"Heather's office. And before you say anything, we sound-proofed it."

"What about Ron? And Hermione?"

"Well, Ron's in the hospital wing but Madam Pomfrey says, reluctantly, I might add, that he'll be able to leave tomorrow, and Hermione was up three hours ago. She said some crazy thing about studying," Sirius shuddered.

"Krum?"

"Back in Bulgaria."

"And Professor Windling-Evans-Aunt Heather, what do I call her?"

"I'd stick with Professor Windling for now, and she's been teaching."

"Teaching?!?"

"Yes Harry, that's normally what professors do…"

"But she was up all night!"

"Might I remind you that I was too?"

"So!?! It's not like you have to tell a bunch of kids how to use spells!"

"Yeah, but that always was a talent of Heather's. She could party for forty-eight hours straight and still be her normal self the next day."

"Wow."

"Yeah, I know. James and I were always jealous of that ability. Trust me, the teachers DON'T like it if they can tell you've been up all night. Something about studies being more important than Quidditch or some strange, foreign idea like that. And speaking of Quidditch, you do realize that you've got a game against Ravenclaw tomorrow, right?"

"I what?!?!?"

"This is news to you, isn't it?" (A/N-If you don't want to read the angsty fluff stop here and start back at the divider.)

"Well, since someone I know happened to get himself dragged to the Ministry of Magic and almost killed I kind of forgot about that."

"As glad as I am that you all went over to the Ministry to get me, was it really that important to make you forget about Quidditch?"

"Of course it was that important!!" Sirius looked startled at his godson, but Harry continued. "I don't realize that you even exist until I'm thirteen, and then you have to go into hiding. You come back to England because of my stupid scar, you live in a cave and eat rats for me, and just so you could be close to me. Then you run into the Ministry and almost get yourself killed because I was being stupid, you come back, and then you get dragged away again?!? OF COURSE IT'S MORE IMPORTANT THAN QUIDDITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Without realizing it, Harry was standing up, shouting at Sirius.

"Harry, I-"

"It's because of me that you're here in the first place! It was because of me that you went to the Ministry that night! It's because of me-"

"That I got out of Azkaban!"

"Well, good for me, I was mentioned in the paper. It's the only thing I'm good at, getting an article in the Daily Prophet."

"Harry!" Sirius took him by the shoulders and shook him roughly. "Listen to me. I'm supposed to protect you; I'm your godfather! It's my job! And getting into the paper is not the only thing you're good at! You got on the Quidditch team as a first year! You've faced Voldemort, how many times?"

"Five."

"You've faced Voldemort five times and came out of all of them alive! Isn't that something you're good at?"

"Yeah, but…"

"And what about those Dementors? Powerful, grown wizards can't cast a Patronus that can beat yours!"

"I, I just-"

"Harry, you can't blame yourself for all of this! I promised your parents that I would take care of you, and that's what I intend to do!"

"Even if it means putting yourself in danger?"

"Of course! You'd do the same for me!"

"I never-"

"Knowing that you'd have to face Voldemort, you went to the Ministry of Magic when you thought I was in danger. You go after me, facing expulsion and possible imprisonment so you can help me! I'd call that something!"

"I was just afraid I'd lose you again." Both of them stood their ground for a few minutes, Harry staring at the floor and Sirius gazing out the window.

"Oh, get over here, you!" Before he realized what was happening, Harry found himself wrapped in a tight embrace. "You know, Harry, you still haven't told me about that Basilisk."

"Sirius, I-I love you."

"I love you too, Harry." Another period of silence followed, during which Harry's arms somehow got themselves around Sirius's shoulders.

"So, do you really want to hear the Basilisk story?"


An impromptu feast followed that night, apparently to make up for the cancelled Halloween feast the night before, although the Great Hall was not decked out in pumpkins and bats. Harry sat with Hermione and Ginny, all avoiding the question of, "Where were you?!?" from their fellow Gryffindors. Sirius was currently in Heather's office, rather annoyed that he couldn't go to the feast. Dumbledore had promised that he would tell the school of Sirius's innocence, but how to approach that topic was a different story. Hermione suddenly nudged Harry, and pointed up at the Headmaster, who had risen from his seat and was about to speak.

"May I have your attention, please? As you all know, Sirius Black was discovered in the school yesterday. He was then taken into custody by aurors and is-" The doors to the Great Hall suddenly burst open.

"Hey!!" Harry, placing a voice with a face, buried his head in his hands as Ginny and Hermione tried, unsuccessfully, to keep from laughing.

"And is-here." A large group of first and second year students immediately ran to Dumbledore and hid behind him, a few braver students chancing occasional looks at Sirius from their hiding place. One terrified Ravenclaw first year who had stayed in her seat stood up, and was pointing her wand at Sirius, trying to keep not from fainting.

"Pe-petrificiculus tatlious!" However, she not only mispronounced the spell, but was also holding her wand backwards; as a result, she fell to the ground and had turned herself an electric blue. (A/N-Yes, that little electric blue ravenclaw is Emmerdoodles.)Sirius, as if nothing had happened, began to stroll between the tables, making occasional comments.

"Hey Susan, still think I'm cute?" "You look familiar, have I ever pranked your parents?" "Nice hat." "So, Malfoy, how's your father?" "You do realize you've had your fork halfway between the table and your mouth for the past five minutes, right?" "Poor little Ravenclaw. I think I can fix it, move over kiddies. No, that's not right, what is that spell again? Oh well, plaid suits you." "Hey, Harry, how're you doing?"

"Just great, Sirius."

""Wonderful." He walked up to Dumbledore and put his elbow up on the headmaster's shoulder. The students that had been hiding behind Dumbledore now screamed, scattered, and ran out of the Great Hall.

"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Sirius Black. He is NOT a mass murderer; would those of you who received the Daily Prophet please fill everyone in? Anyway, Mr. Black will be staying with us for the remainder of the school year. I would ask you not to stare at him, scream and run away when he comes near you, etcetera. Oh, and by the way, he will also be your Quidditch commentator and co-Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher."

"I will be what!??!?"

"Good evening." With that, the majority of the students, that is, almost everyone, scurried out of the hall as fast as they possibly could. Harry, Hermione, and Ginny walked up to Dumbledore.

"I really don't remember you telling me anything about teaching, HEADMASTER!!!!!!!! I'm okay with the whole commentator bit, but really, me, a teacher?!?!? Are you MAD?!?!?!?"

"You always said you wanted to be useful, Sirius."

"By useful, I kind of meant dueling Death Eaters, not being a professor!!!!!! I spent my entire childhood making fun of teachers, you really think I want to be one!??!"

"Well, your fiancée happens to be a professor."

"I-well, um..."

"Yes, Sirius, dear, what's wrong with being a teacher?"

"Nothing, except for the fact that, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not really teaching material."

"Um, Mr. Black?" Sirius started and turned around to face Neville. "How, um, well, you, kind of…" Harry, realizing where this was going, stepped in.

"That veil was fake, Neville."

"Ooohhhhh, okay. Good luck tomorrow, Harry, Ginny." With that, he too turned and left.

"I hate to admit it, Dumbledore, but Sirius has a point. Can you really picture him teaching?" Heather asked.

"He knows much about the Dark Arts and is excellent in dueling. I stand by my decision. Goodnight." He walked out of the Hall, leaving Ginny, Hermione, Harry, Heather, and Sirius standing at the staff table.

"Um…" Hermione started.

"How did that just happen?"

"Well, Sirius, Dumbledore was talking, you interrupted, and he decided to get back at you. See you in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom Monday morning at seven."

"Seven?!?"

"Oh, you're right."

"Good, I was afraid-"

"Better make it six-thirty."

"Si-si-"

"Have fun commentating tomorrow. And good luck both of you." She also walked out of Hall.

"Dumbledore honestly thinks I'll be a good teacher??"

"I think he lost it."

"Ginny, Dumbledore is a very respected wizard! I highly doubt that he's lost it," Hermione chided.

"You know, Sirius, she's right. He lost it a long time ago."

"At least my godson agrees with me. I'd better go. And you should all go to sleep. I'd rather not announce that Gyrffindor lost to Ravenclaw."

Yay!!! End of the chapter! So how was the fluff experiment? Oh, and howtall (in metric units) is the astronomy tower? Don't ask, just tell us, you'll see next chapter. FIVE REVIEWS!