The Truth Comes Out

Nearly fifteen minutes had passed since the Sikorsky took off from Isla Nublar, as the sun was setting lower in the sky. Harry must have felt the sun in his eyes as he awoke when they were crossing back over the Costa Rica shoreline.

Either that or he felt Lex leaning rather hard on him, still fast asleep. Unfortunately, Harry wasn't the only one awake at the moment, either.

"He's already waking up," someone murmured,

The sentence was barely audible, but opened his eyes to find Hermione peeking over the back of her seat, rolling her eyes at him. Now, his ears should have been working much more clearly.

"Ugh," Tim snickered. "What an image!"

Harry smiled, shaking his head as he gently shook Lex's shoulder.

"Lex," he whispered. "Wake up, we're almost there."

Lex stretched and yawned, jabbing her arm into the side of Harry's chest. Harry slightly winced, feeling something somewhat sharp prodding into him. Dr. Grant must have heard him, since he too was awakening, brushing back the strands of hair that fell into his face.

As Lex moved her arms away, Grant noticed Harry reaching into his shirt pocket, curling his fingers.

"Hiding something in there?" he teased.

"Yeah," Harry exhaled. "Something I wedged out of my shoes when we crawled through the vent."

Harry drew his hand from his pocket, uncurling his fingers to discover a couple of pointed, hook curved objects in pale yellow with dry red marks on the ends.

"They're some kind of teeth," Harry observed.

"Don't you recognize these things, Harry?" Tim gasped. "They're raptor teeth!"

"I think the key thing here was that you pulled them from your shoe," Grant interjected.

"I must have taken them out when I kicked that raptor's mouth," Harry reasoned.

"Wow, way to go, Harry!" Tim complimented, slapping Harry on the shoulder.

As Harry admired the teeth in his palm, Lex cupped her hands over her mouth, while Hermione's eyes zeroed in on his claim.

"Now what do I do with these?" Harry pondered.

"Ordinarily, I'd expect someone like Dr. Grant to deliver those things to a museum," Hermione suggested.

"I've stuck to digging dead bones, Miss Granger," Grant declined. "But this'd be the envy of all the tooth necklaces makers in the tribe."

Harry stroked the teeth, breaking into a somewhat slyer grin over the last thing Grant had spoken about.

"Personally, I wish I took a claw off the live one instead," Grant added. "What about you, Harry?"

"Sure," Harry replied, shrugging.

He tightly stuffed the teeth back into his pocket, feeling another jerk downward. Harry peered out the window again to find the Sikorsky hovering the San Jose helipad, getting ready to land again.

"Yahoo," Harry heard Hammond mutter.

He leaned over his seat, watching Mr. Hammond remove another card from his pocket protector, then dial a telephone connected to the wall.

A chorus of clicks were heard as everyone fastened their seatbelts, some people having to share; Grant extended his to fit Tim, while Harry did the same for Lex.

Harry didn't see Hermione furrow her eyebrows, but her hand stretched out over the back of her seat before her parents pulled her down.

When the Sikorsky's wheels finally touched the helipad, Harry reached to unclip himself, until he noticed two familiar, flat-topped, crop-haired figures matching suits, one dark skinned, one light, stand up from the cockpit.

As they turned, Harry noticed at the sides of their heads, the black plastic temples on two pairs of Oakley X sunglasses. He thought it was too coincidental to be true, but it was in fact Phipps and Fobbs emerging from the pilots' seats; the last couple of people he'd wanted to see right then.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter," Phipps began, waving rather smugly.

"Have a nice flight?" Fobbs added.

"Yes…" Harry replied after a beat.

"What an unbelievable coincidence that we should be the ones flying you back here, isn't it" Phipps mused.

"It looks like you've gathered quite an entourage here, Mr. Potter," Fobbs added. "It does seem to have changed quite a bit from yesterday, when you arrived, does it not?"

"Of course, he means that in more ways than one, do you realize?" Phipps interjected.

"…Yes," Harry repeated, dumbly.

Phipps and Fobbs poked their heads between the rows of seats, as if they were checking to see if someone was missing. Not that Harry had been concerned with it much in the last twenty-four hours, but he removed his seatbelt and took count of the others' heads, realizing the Dursleys were not in the chopper.

He'd last seen them before the first T-Rex attack, before he was too preoccupied to see what became of them.

"Now, how do you suppose this could be?" Phipps suggested.

"Search me," Harry shrugged.

"What an excellent idea, isn't it, Kendall?" Fobbs humored.

"Indeed, Kelvyn," Phipps agreed. "We can discuss it on the way back to the hotel, I'm sure you've and been banged and bloodied enough. But first, we suggest waiting here for a few minutes."

They both climbed out of the chopper as the others groaned, all except Harry, who stretched his head over the seat backs, to find Hammond wasn't griping either. He was still leaning against his seat, fiddling around with his amber-topped cane.

If Harry didn't see Hammond's face before they took off, he wouldn't have felt as sorry for Hammond as he did. His behavior was not unlike Hagrid's after losing a Norwegian Ridgeback he'd hatched.

Harry also felt too relieved to hold any grudges towards Hammond. After all, he never blamed Dumbledore for being absent in Hogwarts' time of greatest need for the last two years.

He sank back into his seat, ignoring the irritable looks on the others, as he watched the two limousines pull out of the left shed, back onto the tarmac.

When Phipps and Fobbs waved from the car windows, everyone sluggishly climbed out as the sky had become a tinged orange. As Harry was the last to exit, he took one last look at Hammond, still in the same seating position before slowly getting up.

Harry watched as the boots to both cars opened before Phipps and Fobbs ran back to the Sikorsky to open the bottom hatch.

"Need a hand?" Harry offered. "Or an extra foot? It'll take much less time."

He squeezed between the two of them, fishing out three rucksacks, easily working out which belonged to who; the first was made from beige canvas, the second from tan suede, and the third from black leather.

"Where did these come from…" he almost asked himself, until he recalled who brought him back the red duffel in his hand.

After loading them into one car, Harry felt something round jab him in the shoulder. It was Mr. Hammond awaiting behind him, raising his walking stick, while Phipps and Fobbs loaded the Grangers' suitcases into the other car.

"I figured we'd all want to pick up after ourselves after that," he explained. "So I've put us back up at the Doña Inés. Same rooms, same meals, same lack of expense spared."

As Hammond walked away to open the door, Harry felt his shoulder gently by Phipps and Fobbs, who led him into the open doors of the right shed, though none of them noticed Dr. Grant coming their way, looking equally suspicious.

"While we have you Mr. Potter, we haven't noticed anyone missing, have we?" Fobbs questioned.

"He's right," Grant agreed, wedging himself between the two men. "For an example, your godfather, if that's what he says he is. I guess one meeting out in the open was too much, huh?"

No, you would be correct," chuckled a familiar grandfatherly rasp. "This venue would seem a bit too Royal Air Force worthy, would it not?"

Dumbledore emerged from the dark shed with raised eyebrows and a wide grin. But his slightly lowered eyelids didn't block out his Father Christmas-esque glint, which the men noticed was pointed in Harry's direction.

"Friend of yours?" Grant requested, nudging him in the side.

"Professor, you made it!" Harry choked. "But… we couldn't help but wonder whether or not you all came at the best time..."

"So it seems, Harry," Dumbledore confirmed. "But now, the time has come to clear things up, as promised earlier. Thus, we have found an empty room so we may avert any extra eyes."

"I think by now, you realized there's a bit of a problem there, sir," Harry cleared his throat.

He no longer leaned against the shed, as he gestured behind them. The others had gathered by both limousines, watching the argument with varying degrees of impatience.

A nervous faced Lex had taken her brother by the hand, while Paul and Jane were pushing a fidgeting Hermione to the forefront, and Hammond was carrying a still-limping Malcolm by the underarm.

"I believe you understand, Harry, it is within our power to wave off such events as this to suggest they never happened," Dumbledore reminded him. "However, this is an example where we might want to make an exception. After all, there is one person here with family connections, as we may describe them…"

Dumbledore gestured to Hammond, whose face had turned a slight pink, before waving the group into the thankfully empty shed.

Inside, a circle of white folding chairs awaited as Dumbledore took the one at the first halfway point, like his position on the teacher's table in Hogwarts' great hall.

Harry suspected Dumbledore hid Sirius and Hagrid somewhere in the shed, as he seated himself at the first quarter way point, stretching out his necklace. But he felt two arms link themselves with his, as Phipps and Fobbs dragged him to the seat opposite Dumbledore's.

They both sat on Harry's left so they could get a view of the Hogwarts headmaster, still in his Hawaiian shirt, dressed not as oddly as he could have.

Grant and Sattler joined Phipps and Fobbs, so the children and parents could sit close to Harry, most likely for familial support.

Hermione rolled her eyes as Lex claimed the seat next to Harry's and had to sit next to Tim. But she shrank back in her seat at the expectant look in her parents' eyes.

Hammond carried Malcolm to the three empty seats closest to Dumbledore, who simply shook his head and motioned to the third quarter way point. Both of them frowned when they saw that over there, next to the last empty seat, was a wheeled hospital bed.

"Someone knows a little more than he needs to, doesn't he John?" Malcolm whispered.

"Indeed," Hammond agreed.

But Dumbledore must have heard him, since he was clicking his tongue, swirling his index finger at Malcolm's injured leg. Hammond carried him to the bed, gently laying him upon it, tilting the back up to get him a better view.

"If we are all seated," Dumbledore began. "Then I believe a few introductions are in order…"

"My thoughts exactly," Grant agreed.

He placed his hand on Harry's back, pushing him to his feet, to the center of the circle, where he was eyed by everyone except the Grangers.

"Everyone…" he began uneasily. "This is my… headmaster… Professor Albus Dumbledore…"

He paused, as the doctors and drivers muttered amongst themselves, while Tim managed a snicker into Lex's ear.

"I realize most of you wonder what business a teacher has in such affairs as these," Dumbledore continued. "That question shall be answered in due time, but I believe some of you also ask the details of my arrival on that island… To answer that question, I must take one final measure to ensure our privacy…"

He twirled his hands in the air before a mostly confused crowd, bringing them down to his sides, emitting a white light, which surrounded the group, encasing them in a large dome, before vanishing into spots, one by one.

Harry couldn't tell what had just happened, but Hermione was on the edge of her seat, Paul's hand upon her leg, Jane's hand upon his shoulder. He'd felt Lex and Tim nudge closer to him, holding onto each other, while the other muggles were leaning forward in disbelief.

"Would anyone care to explain what I have just done?" Dumbledore requested with a triumphant grin.

"Yeah," Malcolm grumbled, leaning up from the bed. "Not that any of us were enamored, but you brought us in here for a light show."

Dumbledore paused, chuckling mirthfully, before going over to pull a fidgeting Hermione from her seat.

"Perhaps Miss Granger can tell you the correct answer… Dr. Malcolm," he suggested.

Dumbledore shined his eye at Malcolm as Hermione withdrew her hand, quite relieved he hadn't winked.

"I could," Hermione slowly offered. "But what you just saw is rather difficult to explain..."

"Is that so?" Malcolm scoffed before rolling over toward Hammond. "Maybe you can have that in your park, John. It'll be a great way to kick off the tour, add a little smoke and mirrors."

But Hermione stomped her foot, groaning, which wasn't something her parents expected from a thirteen year old.

"Can't you see?!" She cried. "What he did was blend us in with our surroundings! He covered us with spots that adapt to the colours and textures of our environment!"

She drew a few more stares, but the silence wasn't reassuring since the others looked less stunned than when they first saw the dinosaurs.

"That shot of morphine must be getting to me," Malcolm muttered into Sattler's ear.

"Perhaps I haven't made my abilities clear," Dumbledore pondered. "Sirius Black, why don't you present them with one of yours?"

"Gladly," replied the voice whose owner bore no presence.

After another CRACK, Sirius materialized in the seat at Dumbledore's right, grinning keenly at the gathering. Some light screams filled the room, mainly from Jane, Dr. Sattler, and Lex, along with a few gasps from those who hadn't seen him before.

Harry stared at his godfather, wondering how his parents could have ever chosen such a man for him.

"So, there you are…" Harry noted.

Dr. Malcolm, on the other hand, was sitting up straight, rubbing his eyes.

"Look at that, it's Siegfried and Roy," he grumbled.

Sirius cleared his throat before pulling from his pocket what resembled a sleek, thin stick, about nine and a half inches long.

He waved the stick three times at Dumbledore, who began to shrink, growing black hair on his body, though his beard stayed white. His glasses dissolved into his face as his nose widened, flattened and pursed outward with his cheeks and mouth. Finally, he bent forward, landing on his hands as his legs shortened to the same length before sprouting a long tail with a small tuft.

The Muggles leaned forward, gasping as the chittering Dumbledore bore a set of vampire gnashers. Sirius picked him up, as he noticed the glint in his eye remained.

"And they call me cheeky," he muttered to himself.

If that didn't attract a few laughs, then seeing him blocking Dumbledore's lips from his cheek definitely had. It was mainly from the witches and wizards circling them, including Hermione,

covering her mouth to restrain herself.

Tim, next to her, grabbed ahold of Lex's arm, who held onto Harry's, both with looks of genuine fright, while Grant, Sattler, and Malcolm remained silent.

"That's a bearded macaque!" Hammond gasped, getting up from his seat.

"No, that's a lion tailed macaque," Sirius corrected. "That's a bearded macaque."

He stretched out his finger to a pink tinged Hammond, as Harry and Hermione were laughing harder.

"A history of evolution, Dr. Grant?" Sattler whispered, leaning into his ear.

Now, Dr. Grant barely held back a sputtering fit, as Hermione recovered, watching Hammond sit himself back down, wiping his forehead, while Harry stood up, trying to look serious again.

"Very funny Mr. Black," he panted. "Now come on, change Professor Dumbledore back!"

Sirius's face soured as Harry reseated himself, gesturing in Mr. Hammond's direction. Monkey Dumbledore had climbed into Hammond's lap, flinging his arms around his neck.

Some more stunned cries were stifled as Sirius waved his wand another three times, causing Dumbledore's transformation to reverse until a man in a purple Hawaiian shirt with a long white beard was sitting back on Hammond's lap with an arm around his shoulders.

As Dumbledore released himself, another round of spit takes ensued, especially from Sirius. Yet it didn't take long for anyone to recover since Dumbledore didn't look the slightest bit fazed by all of that.

"What you've all just seen was one of the finest bits of transfiguration ever accomplished," Sirius replied.

But there was more whispering amongst the doctors and drivers, while the Murphy children noticed Hermione shrinking back, clapping her hand to her forehead, covering her eyes.

"Transfiguration?" Sattler muttered with a frown.

"You want me to confess that I spiked that ice cream last night?" Malcolm muttered, leaning off the bed's edge.

Harry scraped his foot backwards, crying out in frustration, ignoring Hermione trying to wave him back down.

"I didn't want to have to admit this," he sighed. "But what Sirius is trying to say is that was a form of magic."

He waited another beat to try and relieve the stress, but Malcolm was able to stretch his upper body back up again.

"The Hammond effect seems to have rubbed off on you, hasn't it?" Malcolm accused. "There's no such thing as magic!"

"Really?!" Hermione retorted, standing up again. "Then how did he do it?!"

Malcolm drew his foot back onto his chair before going back to zeroing in on Harry, Dumbledore, and Sirius with the rest of the group.

"Look," Harry interjected. "I know yesterday shook you all up a bit, but Mr. Black is a wizard, and so is Dumbledore! Magic really does exist and whatever you know about witches or wizards is probably true!"

"Like flying around on broomsticks and turning kids into chipped beef?!" Lex retorted, clutching her brother closer.

Harry froze after hearing that, although he was more likely confused by Lex's associations.

"Alright, maybe only the first bit," Hermione huffed, gently rubbing Harry's shoulder. "Anyway, the point is, Harry and I go to a school up in Scotland, called Hogwarts, where we learn witchcraft and wizardry. And Professor Dumbledore is our headmaster…"

"Pardon us for the sudden shocker," Sirius added. "But there are more of us than you see here… A whole world, living and working along with yours, right down to own Ministry system in London…"

"And it is there, might I add, that we try to maintain a certain level of secrecy from your non-magical world," Dumbledore intervened.

Sirius nudged him, gesturing to the Murphy children, who were pulling away from him. The doctors, meanwhile, surrounded him with glares of disbelief, although the chaotician lying on the bed simply raised an eyebrow.

"And you're telling us this, because?" Malcolm requested.

"For much of Mr. Potter's life, I have also acted as his solicitor, reacquainting him with our world" Dumbledore explained. "Every year, professors at Hogwarts are appointed to do the same for students born to non-magical families, such as Miss Granger's… Apart from parents and guardians, only a select amount are granted the right to know about us."

"You think you're qualified to face the wrath?" Malcolm interjected.

"I'm quite capable of eyeing student affairs…" Dumbledore assured him. "Including those who have lost family... thus, it was I who left young Harry in the charge of the non-magical Dursley family."

Sirius pressed his wand to Dumbledore's chin, while the other adults continued muttering, except for Phipps and Fobbs. They finally removed their Oakley X's, directing two pairs of eyes at Dumbledore, one brown, one blue.

"You know, when last we saw the Dursleys, they were seemingly… non-perished," Phipps explained.

"And apparently incapable of performing menial tasks," Fobbes continued. "Thus sending for the only labour union they had lying about..."

"Of course, one mustn't worry in regards to trivial matters like academics?" Phipps concluded. "Even the said ward can't be the slightest bit behind, can he?"

"It doesn't quite take the look of, how do you say, a 'scrawny specky git' to know that," Fobbs reiterated.

By now, Sirius had shifted his head away from Dumbledore and toward the two drivers, looking intrigued at first, but then somewhat offended.

"Care to say a few more words on that, gentlemen?" He requested. "Like who you're calling a a 'scrawny specky git'?"

But that 'scrawny specky git' was back on his feet, sticking his hand in the air, madly waving it about.

"Wait a minute!" Harry interjected. "What do you mean 'non-perished'?"

This time, Dumbledore, Sirius, Phipps, and Fobbs cocked their heads at him, narrowing their eyes in disbelief. The doctors, however, didn't seem to like this, especially since Dr. Grant spotted Dr. Malcolm's good leg finally hanging over the the bed's edge.

Dr. Sattler, however, glanced at Harry with a look of a nervous mother, holding up her hand to break the suspicion.

"Harry…" she began. "We're not sure how to tell you this… but your relatives didn't survive last night."

"Meaning?" Harry requested.

"To put it basically, they got turned into Rex chow," Malcolm rephrased.

"It's too bad they went out like Genarro," Grant added.

"They did?" Harry asked blankly. "Well… that's lovely."

He stiffened, nervously rolling his eyes back and forth, rubbing his forehead where his scar was cut. Still, it didn't take long to remember who else had sat next to him, or randomly appeared before his eyes.

"Mr. Potter," Phipps began. "Is there anything you want to tell us about your home life?"

"Not really," Harry replied, sinking into his seat.

"Good," Fobbs complimented. "That's the sign our observations have pointed to."

"I agree," Sirius interjected. "Now tell us the basics from the beginning."

"Okay," Harry sighed, lowering his shoulders. "I suppose the first thing I remember is…"

He muttered the rest, although he knew he wasn't going to escape any more questioning.

"What was that, Mr. Potter?" Phipps requested. "We didn't quite get that."

"…being locked in the cupboard, when I was five!" Harry finished at the top of his lungs.

This time, there erupted more than just gasps, since the Grangers, the doctors, and the Murphy children stood up, crowding around him. Even Dr. Malcolm set his good leg on the floor to join in, but Hammond had to run out of the crowd to set him back on the bed.

But Sirius was faster, prying into the gathering, waving them back a few steps with one arm, thrusting the other over his godson's shoulders.

Harry expected unwanted attention no matter where he went, but he always knew that false hero worship couldn't be more discomforting than this. Naturally, he tried to make a run for it, but every step he took, he found someone blocking him and his view.

"What were you doing in a cupboard?!" Jane requested.

"Uncle Vernon threw me in there when I asked him if Harry Potter was really my name," Harry explained.

"How could he do such a thing?!" Hermione shouted. "Or you not even known your own name?!"

"Most of the time, all they called me was 'boy' or 'freak'!" Harry cried. "Once, I was running from Dudley and his gang and ended up on a roof. Uncle Vernon threw me in the cupboard for a week with no meals, okay?!"

But this only raised the uproar, as Sirius began to growl like the dog patronus he'd made. He drew his exhausted godson closer, while Lex crammed her way in, fighting with Hermione to throw her arms around Harry herself.

As the girls and the others pulled closer, Sirius pulled his wand back out, releasing a poised pattern of purple fireworks from the tip, which shook the whole room. The Granger parents and the doctors backed away, as Tim fell into the center with the other children. Once the fireworks stopped, Sirius pointed his wand back to Dumbledore, who was still wedged between a pointedly staring Phipps and Fobbs.

"Did you know about any of this?" Fobbs demanded.

"I placed my trust in the only family he had," Dumbledore replied. "But there was a reason far greater than that. If you will all sit tightly, all shall be revealed, succinctly and sincerely…"

"Regardless, Mr. Dumbledore, we have a hotel to get to," Phipps intervened. "You can give it to us there. I'm sure we'd all love to hear it from your account."

"Very well," Dumbledore replied. "But may I assume that some of you would care to freshen up first? It will save you the trouble when you return and us in the Wizarding World happen to have perhaps the quickest way to do it."

He scanned the crowd before him, at which point, Paul and Jane pulled Hermione aside, narrowing his focus down to Dr. Grant, Dr. Sattler, and the Murphy children. But his final target, of course, was Harry, who Sirius had just released as Lex grabbed his wrist. When Harry felt the squeeze, he'd also felt Lex huddling close to him, her eyes bulging again, while Tim did the same to his sister.

"Don't worry," he winced. "He's helped me for as long as I've know him… twice, anyway."

But Dr. Grant eyed him like a distrusting father as he grabbed Dr. Sattler from behind and pulled her backwards.

Nonetheless, Dumbledore waved his fingers at the dirtied crowd of five. Instantly, the mud and sweat left on them ran across their clothes like detergent before it was flicked away completely.

Harry blinked, as if he hadn't felt a thing that entire time, before searching up and down, to find himself totally clean, apart from a few gnashes on his limbs and face. Behind him, he noticed Lex and Dr. Sattler were in the same state, even reaching up to find all the hairs on their heads lying flat again, although Lex's loose strands were no longer tied back.

Tim's was no longer sticking up, although he and a fresh-faced Dr. Grant were checking under the bandanas on his hands.

"Do not be alarmed by any remaining cuts or bruises," Dumbledore assured them. "At your hotel, I shall bring in a Hogwarts specialist to treat them for you, as well as a few others for any further discussion."

"That reminds me, Professor," Harry interjected, leaning into Dumbledore's ear. "Is Hagrid with them? Is he alright?"

"Fine, dear boy," Dumbledore replied, holding his hands up. "He is just fine. You will see him again, but there is one final task I must fulfill before you do…"

He waved his fingers in Malcolm's direction, as Hammond was lifting him off the bed, vanquishing the dots of blood from his leg bandages and the patches of mud from his skin and clothes. Malcolm nearly fell out of Hammond's arms when he ran his hand through his hair, to find it downed.

"I believe that does it," Dumbledore concluded. "I will see you all again momentarily, we have much to discuss and plenty of time to discuss it in."

A swirl grew from Dumbledore's hand as the group watched him disappear from the shed. But Harry noticed most of the adults were frozen as their eyes rolled to the motion of the Dumbledore's exit. All except for Dr. Malcolm, whose eyes were on the floor, where a pair of crutches materialized.

Sirius, naturally, remained unaffected, grinning as his godson circled around, shaking the others by the shoulder, while Hermione did the same to her parents.

Once the adults blinked themselves out of their daze and began to follow Phipps and Fobbs out of the shed. A begrudging Paul and Jane pulled their daughter out, while Dr. Grant leaned in the doorway, waving for the other kids to follow.

But Harry felt his shoulder squeezed harder than ever, as he found Lex's hand upon it. She was holding Tim close, while Sirius got behind them, gently pushing the three of them along.

"Well, that grants me my heart's second desire," Harry exhaled.

"What?" Sirius queried "To do away with those pigs?"

"No, to get out of that house for good," Harry replied. "I don't know where I'm going now, though."

"What would you say to a summer with your godfather?" Sirius offered.

"Anything," Harry replied. "To have other family is my first request."

"But just some warning," Sirius continued. "You don't want to spend the summer at my old family home. It's a drab, dreary place, really and house hunting takes awhile."

"You could come and spend the summer with us," Lex offered, releasing Tim from her grasp.

"No Lex, I can't bother your parents that way!" Harry insisted.

"Yes you can!" Lex insisted.

"Would your mum say 'yes' to a rumouredly deranged would-be killer running around her home," Sirius teased.

"What?!" Lex cried.

"That's not even funny!" Tim added.

"Wait, what?!" Harry requested. "What's that about?"

"Well it's a bit of long story, that," Sirius replied. "Shall I tell you on the way?"