As he drifted off, Harry was only mildly aware of his godfather's voice, and his father's voice, before he drifted off. He had a rather nice dream. The kind of dream you wish you could endure forever.

He was sitting in the very kitchen downstairs. His mother was making silly baby sounds as she fed him, and Sirius and James were in a serious debate, neither looking too happy. Harry noted Sirius didn't have the haunted look in his eyes. Instead, the look in his eye was, "I'm here, what're you going to do about it?"

Suddenly, the room darkened. Sirius was there, still, as was James. James was dead, as was Lily. She still had the spoon in her hand with some baby food in it. Harry saw Sirius with his wand drawn, aging years in just a few moments.

He saw a wand pointed at Sirius. Sirius looked determined not to show his fear.

"CRUCIO!"

Harry awoke, a bloodcurling scream coming from the other room. He opened his door, and saw James rushing out of another room, wearing only a pair of pants, and a bath robe.

"What's going on?" Harry asked. James looked at Harry, his face white, and shrugged, going into the other room. Harry followed. The room was empty. James immediately made his way to the other side of the bed, and Harry climbed on the bed, looking down at the floor.

Sirius was curled into a fetal position, his eyes squeezed shut. He was clawing at his face, moaning. James shook him.

"Padfoot, wake up!" he said, feeling almost hysterical. "Sirius!" Harry could feel a horrible pain in his heart. Something was frightening Sirius. He watched helplessly as Sirius began crying, still moaning. James continued shaking Sirius, who awoke with a jerk.

"S'it morning all ready?" he asked, looking from James to Harry. There were a few beads of sweat on his forehead. James shook his head. "Why you two lookin' like you saw a ghost?" Sirius asked, laughing at his own joke.

"What's wrong, Sirius?" James asked. "You screamed."

"Oh," Sirius's eyes shifted. "It was nothing, I swear." James looked at him sternly. "Fine-" he swallowed hard. "I keep having this dream," he explained. "And every time, I'm in Azkaban. My name wasn't cleared, and I was being held until they could get the Dementors to perform the Kiss on me. Always around the time their hoods go down, I start screaming. Usually, I don't think anyone can hear me, because I'm in Azkaban." He bit his lip, wiping his face. "Sorry if I woke you guys." he added sheepishly. "Its stupid, really..."

"Sirius, its not stupid." James said. Harry nodded in agreement. "You need help."

"Only the kind of help people in white coats could give me." Sirius replied. Harry studied them.

"You two made out last night." he stated. Sirius stared at him, his eyebrow raising. James laughed.

"No, we kind of didn't. I told him he was an idiot. You were all, woOoOoOoO." James said. "And he threatened to lick my nose if I did it again. So I did."

"And I licked him." Sirius said. He poked the tip of Harry's nose. "Right there."

"Why did you lick him?" Harry asked, his eyebrow raising.

"YOu know, I really don't know." Sirius said.

"I kind of can see why I thought you two looked like you were making out." Harry said.

"Good. Because I can't." James said. "I wouldn't make out with something THAT ugly if you paid me to."

"What, you lookin' in the mirror again, Prongsie?"

"STOP CALLING ME PRONGSIE!"

Sirius laughed. "Okay... Prongsie..."

"BITCH!" James jumped on Sirius, throwing him off the bed. Sirius laughed, throwing James off of him. Harry just watched the two adults wrestle around on the ground.

"Wow... Fur-reaks."