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Somewhere in London

Draco continued to sit in the large armchair. He had lost track as to how long he had been sitting there. He had only gotten up a few times, either to use the restroom, get something to eat or drink, and to stoke the fire. He had already decided that he was going to do as he had been commissioned, he was going to kidnap Granger and Weaselette. Now the proverbial question was, how was he to go about fulfilling his task? It wouldn't take anything to get Weaselette; in all honesty, all he probably had to do was tell her that Potter wanted to meet her, go to the place he had told her to meet Potter at, then stupefy her. If he couldn't get Weaselette, he'd at least get the Mudblood. One person was better than nothing, right? Now, how to get Granger. He had considered many plans, from making a Polyjuice Potion and making himself look like a Gryffindor to putting her under the Imperious and just directing her as to where she was to go. As he went on, each plan seemed to get more and more crazy, as well as making it more likely that he be found out. As he sat thinking about what he was going to do, it came to him. It was a complete stroke of brilliance. He could have smacked himself for not having thought of it earlier. The plan was practically foolproof: He would go to her, whether it be on the train, or at Hogwarts, and corner her.

'It'd be a whole lot easier if she were just Head Girl.' He didn't know for sure if she had been selected for the position, but he was fairly positive that she had been chosen for the job. "And if she has, then that makes it all the easier for me to do what I have to do." Once he cornered her, he was going to start an argument with her, call her a few names, then act as if he had just come up with the idea that they call a truce. He planned to give her the story that they should call a truce because they would be working together, and Inter-House relations and whatnot. He knew that she would almost indefinitely fall for it. Now, he only had a few problems: One, getting her to believe that he was being honest; Two, manage to maintain her trust; and three, he had to work hard and train himself to not call her mudblood or any other names anymore. If he was going to call a truce with her, he couldn't very well keep calling her a mudblood. There was no way that she would continue to keep their truce if he called her a mudblood. Once he figured out how he was going to do all of that, the only thing that he had to worry about was Granger finding out, because if she did, she'd most likely hex him from there to the end of the earth. Now, to go about putting his plan into motion.

Number 12, Grimmauld Place

"Well, Harry, I-I'm not quite sure as to how to tell you this, and maybe you had better sit down (at Hermione's suggestion, he did), the person that I found in the alley was Sirius."

There was an eerie silence. For what seemed like an infinite amount of time, no one spoke. Hermione looked at everyone, trying to gauge their reactions. Ron, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley all had looks of shock on their faces, but Harry's face, his was a myriad of emotions. She couldn't tell if he was happy or sad, glad or angry. She finally decided to break the silence ever so very carefully.

"Harry? Are you all right?"

"Hermione, please tell me you're not kidding, that this isn't some sort of twisted, sick, cruel joke."

Hermione stopped wringing her hands and looked at Harry, right in the eyes. "Harry, I'm not kidding, and this isn't some sort of joke. I'm quite sure that the man upstairs in the bedroom that I found is Sirius Black."

Harry was at a loss for words. He was having a hard time finding his voice. Once he did, he found that it was very shaky. "He-Hermione, are you completely sure? I mean, how did you find him? When? Where?"

"One question at a time, Harry. I was doing my shopping for my school things in Diagon Alley. I was walking around and I just came upon him. He was near Knockturn Alley."

Before Ron could ask her, she cut him off. "No, Ron, I have no idea as to how he is here or how he even got here. That is a mystery to me."

"Well, has he woken up? Is he all right?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"He hasn't woken up at all since I brought him here. As for being all right, he looks fine. He looks as though he hasn't eaten in ages though," said Hermione.

"He probably hasn't. Who knows how long he's been here for, you know, and not…"Ginny trailed off. There was no need for her to finish her sentence, as everyone knew what she meant.

"Well, this certainly makes things exciting. Okay, do you think you lot can behave while I go in the kitchen and make some dinner?" said Mrs. Weasley sternly.

"Yes, mum," answered Ginny and Ron simultaneously. Harry and Hermione both caught Mrs. Weasley's stare and nodded.

There was once again a frightening silence. Ginny decided to break the ice. "So, Hermione, have you been having a good time with your parents?"

Hermione had a look of horror and realization etched on her face. "Oh, no, my parents! I was supposed to be home hours ago!"

"Hermione, you're of age now, remember?" said Ron.

"Yes, I know that, but still. I'm going to owl them and let them know that I'll most likely be staying her because of what's happened. Is that okay, Harry?" asked Hermione. She hurriedly found parchment and a quill. She scrawled a quick letter to her parents, letting them know that she was safe, and that she most likely wouldn't be coming home that night. Once she finished writing the letter, she sent it off with Neptune, who had returned shortly after Harry and the Weasley's had arrived.

Harry nodded woodenly, still trying to process all of this information. Sirius, his godfather, was still alive. Harry had yet to see him, but he sincerely doubted that Hermione would tell such a large lie. He couldn't believe it at all. For a long time after Sirius had died, all Harry had done was want for him to be alive. Now he was, and Harry didn't know what to do.

Hermione looked at Harry. He looked as though he was in shock. Of course, who wouldn't be in shock? He had just been told that the person who had been his last living remaining relative, but who had been previously dead, was now currently alive and upstairs. It would have been a lot for anyone to take in.

Ron and Ginny sat there silently, exchanging a few looks every so often. Neither of them knew what to say. They were both somewhat shocked, although perhaps not nearly as badly as Harry. They both had no idea of what this meant for either Harry or Sirius. At the beginning of the summer, Harry worked hard to clear Sirius's name in regards to Sirius having supposedly killed muggles and Peter Pettigrew. Deciding that the fact that the Minister of Magic wanted him to become the Ministry's poster boy, he decided to use that bit of pull and use it to clear Sirius's name, and it worked. Under the influence of Veritaserum(which he had willingly offered to take, so that everyone knew that he had nothing to hide), he told the Wizengamot everything that they needed to know. Once he had, Sirius's name was immediately cleared and Harry was presented with the Order of Merlin, First Class, and he accepted as Sirius was not alive to accept. The next day, there was an article in the Daily Prophet talking about what had gone on the previous day. The article did say that Sirius Black's name had now been cleared due to a confession under the influence of Veritaserum. Sirius was now a free man and didn't have to worry about the public.

Harry decided to break the silence this time. "Is it all right if I go and see him?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes, but why are you asking me, Harry? This is your house. You don't have to ask for my permission."

Harry shrugged. "Just thought that it'd be appropriate, what with you having been the one who saved him and all."

"Go on up. He's in the first room on the left, just off of the first landing," said Hermione.

All four of them walked upstairs to go see how Sirius was doing. The only sounds that could be heard were their footsteps. They reached the bedroom where Sirius was sleeping. They all took places either beside the bed in a chair, or they sat gently on the bed so as to not wake him up.

"He doesn't look too good," observed Ron. Indeed, he was right. Sirius looked as though he hadn't had a proper meal in a good while and had lost a good bit of weight.

"Of course he doesn't look too good, you dolt," said Ginny. "He's been, well, you know, for a long time now. So of course he hasn't eaten at all."

Harry just sat on the side of the bed, next to his godfather. It all seemed so hard to believe. The thing that he had wanted for so long was now here. His godfather was alive, and yet, he didn't know what to say or do. He surely hadn't expected to hear that Sirius was alive, that he had been the one that Hermione had found. He was still in a state of mid-shock.

"So how was your time that you spent with your parents?" asked Ginny quietly, for the second time.

"It was great. They were glad to see me, and I was glad to see them again. I'm going to have to go home before going back to Hogwarts to get all of my things," said Hermione.

"Yeah, we just got our stuff for Hogwarts, too," said Ron.

"So, you're going back then, Harry?" said Hermione excitedly.

"Yes. I think that Dumbledore would have wanted me to come back for my last year, if he were still alive anyway," said Harry regrettably. He felt as though it was his fault that Dumbledore had been killed. He had been standing just mere feet away from him when it had happened. He thought that he could have done something more to stop Dumbledore's death.

Hermione looked at Harry and knew exactly what he was thinking. "Harry, don't blame yourself."

This pulled Harry out of his reverie. "What?"

"It's not your fault. You couldn't have done anything to stop Snape from killing Dumbledore. You said it yourself: Dumbledore put a spell on you and you couldn't move. I think that he went out there with you that night, knowing what was possibly going to happen. He had prepared himself for it," said Hermione.

"She's right, mate. You couldn't have done anything to prevent it at all. I think it would have happened no matter what," agreed Ron.

"Look, at it this way, Harry. At least you know what happened to Dumbledore, and who it was that killed him," said Ginny, trying to look positively at the situation.

"Yeah, if Snape hadn't done what he did, then Dumbledore would still be alive!" said Harry angrily. Harry was determined to get revenge for Dumbledore's death on his most recent DADA teacher. He now had a perfect reason to take care of Snape.

"Harry, calm down. It's all right," said Hermione gently.

"No, it's--" Harry was cut off by Sirius's movement.

"He's waking up!" said Ginny excitedly. She was quickly shushed by Ron and Hermione.

Sirius laid in the bed, in a small amount of pain. He groaned as he slowly woke up and opened his eyes. He opened his eyes to see four teenagers surrounding him.

The first thing out of his mouth wasn't a greeting or a sarcastic comment. No, the first thing out of Sirius's mouth was "How- how did I…?"

A/n- I've done it again. LOLOLOL. Whew! This chapter is my longest yet. J Hope you liked it! Let me know what you think! You guys probably know what he's going to say though. Please read and review!