"Before you all retire to your beds, there is an important announcement to be made", Dumbledore said, "Hogwarts will hold the Triwizard tournament this year."

Harry gasped in shock. There was no Barty Crouch here, there was no boy-who-lived and there was no undead wraith trying to return to life. How they could hold the Triwizard tournament here? And why? What was the purpose that could be served with it?

Suddenly, he remembered Death's words that the tournament was supposed to take place this year. It was perhaps some plan of Death. Harry decided that he will play whatever part he was supposed to play.

On the far side of the table, the Weasley twins were shouting, 'You are joking."

"I am not joking Mr. Weasley and Weasley but now that you talk about it, I heard a good joke over the summer about a hag, a leprechaun and…. Never mind about that. The tournament will be played here at Hogwarts and the school will host two other schools of magic i.e., Durmstrang Academy and Beauxbatons school. They will arrive in the school in October and stay for the entirety of the year. I expect you will show proper deference to them and do credit to your school. And owing to the dangerous nature of the tournament, it will be for wizards of age only."

There were protests around the great hall but Dumbledore silenced them with a blast from his wand, "That decision is final and I will be drawing an age line around the goblet of fire which will choose the participants. For students who are not going to be a part of the event, they can take part in other events which will include Quidditch and Duelling."

As everyone absorbed his words, he continued, "Now let us welcome new additions to our staff this year. Joining us as Potions teacher for 1st year to 4th year is Professor Lilly Potter. Good Luck Professor"

There was tremendous applause which went for some time before Dumbledore continued, "For the first time in years, we have been able to retain a defense professor for a second term. Please welcome again Professor Remus Lupin as Defense against the Dark Arts teacher."

The applause for Remus was thunderous which made him realize that the werewolf was equally great as a teacher at this school.

"Professor Silvanus Keetleburn retired last year for spending time with his remaining limbs and joining us in his stead is Professor Malcolm Avery. Good luck Professor."

The applause was not as high as it was for the other two and Harry watched Avery cautiously. That one seemed like a rotten egg to him. He also remembered that one of the Avery's had gone to prison at the end of the first war and was among the 10 who were broken out of Azkaban after Voldemort had returned from the dead.

Being back in the Gryffindor Tower was surreal experience for him. There were people that he remembered from his life and then there were not. He knew Ron was never born in this world and neither was Ginny but he hadn't seen Hermione yet. Seamus and Dean were there as well as there was another boy, Lucian Montgomery along with Neville. Lucian was a blonde with brown eyes, tallest in their year and from what he could see was a popular bloke in the house. He had the stocky build of a keeper and he liked to crack jokes at others and on himself.

Harry couldn't see Hermione either and it disturbed him a great deal. They both had been the anchors of his existence. He also noticed that Gryffindor had 4 girls in their year, them being Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Fay Dunbar and Ella Runcorn and as he thought, there should have been at least 5 girls in their class.

He decided to ask Neville, "Neville, I have noticed that there are 5 boys in our year but only 4 girls. I remember someone saying that there were 5 girls in each house in our year. Where is the 5th one?"

Neville shrugged, "That's Hermione you are talking about. Hermione Granger was a muggleborn witch who joined Hogwarts in 1st year."

"Was?", Harry asked, a feeling of dread settling in his stomach.

"She was a free soul and she loved to hoard knowledge. I don't know the real story but somehow, she encountered a troll in the forbidden forest where she was wandering during the day and barely escaped. Her parents wanted to remove her from the school and take her back to the muggle world. Dumbledore intervened and got her transferred to Beauxbatons in France because her parents weren't ready to keep her in this school. None of us have heard from her since but she still writes to Lucian sometimes."

"What kind of bloke is Lucian?", Harry asked.

"Reliable, friendly but finds it hard to make friends with anyone and if anyone tries to assert dominance with him then he will take a strong dislike to that person. He can carry a grudge", he said.

"I haven't heard about his family", Harry said, "Is he a muggleborn?"

"No, he is not a muggleborn", Neville explained, "But he is third generation pureblood so his family is pretty recent when you compare them to us."

"You think he can be befriended?", Harry asked.

"Yes", answered Neville, "He at least takes time to talk to me unlike Seamus and Dean."

"Dean is also a pureblood?", Harry asked him.

"No, Dean is a half blood. His father was Vincent Sayre of the Ancient and Noble House of Sayre and his mother is a muggle", Neville explained, "He only got to know about his father when he was tested for inheritance at Gringotts."

"Tested?"

"With so many families dying out, the minister felt the need to test every muggleborn to see if any of the old families could be revived. It has been happening for 5 years now and we had exactly 7 students who were found closely enough descended from an extinct family to revive it."

"Interesting", Harry mused.

"If you have any other questions, you can keep them for later", said Neville, "I am off to bed now. I have to get up early to go to the Greenhouses."

"Good Night, Neville", Harry said retiring to bed. It was good to be back in Hogwarts among his friends.

The next day was the repeat of his first day in the other world. People were whispering whenever they saw him, talked about him, did a double back to get a look at him but Harry was impervious to it now. He also knew why he was getting so many looks from the populace. It wasn't every day that one met with someone who was declared dead year ago and then miraculously returned to life.

Harrison joined him with a couple of his friends at their table, "Hi Harry, mind if I sit here?"

"Not at all, Harrison", he said, "Do you know Neville?"

Neville snorted, "Did you forget godfather James telling you that I am his godson? I have played with them when they were little."

Harry decided to ignore that and turned to his little brother, "Did you know that Li… mom was going to start as a teacher here? And Remus? He told me that he was the steward of House of Potter and Black."

Harrison chuckled, "They pulled one on you. We all knew but we were told to not to tell you."

"But who will look after Azalea?"

"Father will when he is home at evening or she will remain with Aunt Bella during the day and mom will return to the manor every evening", Harrison said, "Mom wanted to be there for us at all times and it seemed like the only way that she could manage it."

"Where is Charlus?", Neville asked, "Shouldn't he come and sit with you?"

"Neville, where is Jeremy?", Harry asked.

Harrison grinned, "Oh, Jeremy had drenched me with water in the morning as I was asleep. He hid himself in the bathroom and I locked it from outside."

Harry looked at the boy sternly but before he could find words to chastise him, Neville said, "Don't speak a word, Harry. It is between them and let them sort it out themselves. As long as they are not harming each other, I won't say a word either."

Harry grinned, "Good idea, Neville. Now have you ever done a prank?"

"Don't give me that look", Neville wryly said, "I hate that look. I have often seen it on godfather's face to know some mischief is afoot."

"I'd never", Harry said, "You would find I am a very straight bloke who likes nothing to do with mischief."

"Spread that one a bit more and you can fertilize the greenhouses with it", Neville snorted, "You are a Potter and that is enough for making assumptions."

"I guess you got that right", Harry said, "I guess I will have to do something to mark my arrival."

Neville shuddered, "Don't do something that you'd regret."

"Nah mate", Harry grinned, "Now tell me, do we like Slytherins?"

"No", Neville shook his head, "Malfoy over there will have a conniption if he saw his precious snakes fraternizing with the 'enemy'."

Harry grinned, "That so? I guess we have to become best friends with the snakes. Do you guess he will have a heart attack if I try to chat up with his sister?"

Neville snorted, "Wizards don't suffer from muggle ailments but yes he will burst a vein over this."

"Well then Neville, I am going to woo Pansy Malfoy", Harry said and stood up from his table, walking to the slytherin table making a show of it.

When he reached up to Pansy Malfoy, he said to her silkily, "Ms. Malfoy, I guess we got off on the wrong foot yesterday. Harry James Potter at your service. Can I interest you in a study session in the library today evening?"

"What are you trying to do Potter?", came the familiar slow drawl of the Potions Professor.

Harry turned delightedly to him, "Oh it's you professor! I am so delighted to have found you. I guess you wanted to ask me some questions when we last met. Can we meet today in your office for lunch?"

Snape looked uncomfortable as if he were suffering. His facial expressions remained unchanged but his right eye twitched which promised pain for one who fingered him.

"You are eager for a detention, Potter? That would be some record."

Harry grinned, "Excellent! I will do my detention with you in your office at 08:00 p.m. tonight."

Snape recoiled, "What! No, No. I am not having you in detention in my office."

"Are you sure Professor?", Harry asked innocently.

Snape sneered at him and turned away. From the side of his eyes, Harry saw Lilly Potter trying to stifle her laugh, Dumbledore had picked up a goblet and was hiding his grin behind it and McGonagall had pursed her lips and put a napkin before her mouth so others would not see her laughing at Snape's discomfort.

Harry had turned to Pansy again, "Ms. Malfoy, do you agree to study with me in the library?"

Draco who had been quit until now and looked puce red, said gritting his teeth, "And what makes you think that she will go with you?"

Harry turned to Draco, "And exactly who are you to decide this for her? Her keeper?"

"I am her brother", said Draco.

"Well brother", Harry said mocking him, "maybe it's about time that you find a date yourself so your sister won't look so desolate."

"Why would you ask her out, Potter?", he almost shouted.

On the Gryffindor table, the twins were taking bets, "So who is going to bet that Malfoy is going to blow his lid in a minute?"

As they collected their bet money, Harry was riling up Malfoy, "What do you mean? I don't like blokes enough to ask you out, Malfoy and in general I don't like ferrets."

"POTTER, THIS IS IT. I AM FORMAL…"

Before Malfoy could finish whatever idiocy he was going to utter his sister had silenced him and turned to Harry, "I see that I need to school my brother, Potter. May be next time I will say yes."

Harry returned to the table where Neville asked, "And what you wanted to achieve by riling him up like that?"

Harry grinned, "I was actually trying to see if he would burst a vein over it."

"And what if Pansy had agreed to your offer?"

"Well, it was a study session and nothing more. I am sure Mother would have sat in the library to ensure that we did not get up to mischief. Anyway, I think I will try to rile him up next time again."

"You are mental", Neville said.

"Mr. Potter", said McGonagall who was coming down from the staff table, "What subjects are you going to take?"

"Professor, I have decided to take Ancient Runes and Care of Magical Creatures", Harry told her, "These subjects interest me the most."

"Alright", she said, "Professor Babbling will test you before allowing you to join the course work but you are clear for Care of Magical Creatures."

She tapped her wand to a parchment, "Here is your schedule."

Harry saw the schedule and started to grin. They had the first period with the Slytherins in the Potions Classroom and Snape was going to take their first class.

The students had eagerly lined up outside the dungeon where the potions lab was situated. As they waited, Harry watched the Slytherins and found that there were no surprises from the other world. The only change was here were two Malfoys, as if one weren't enough. There was also Daphne Greengrass, the beautiful Slytherin who used to hit on him quite so often after the war, the half blood girl Tracy Davis, the huge Millicent Bulstrode who was sent to Azkaban, the shy and quiet Lillith Moon who had married Bliase Zabini and of course there was Pansy but she was a Malfoy. In the boys it was the same old crowd as in that world except that here the influence of the Malfoys was not as far reaching as it was in the other world. Perhaps it was due to the fact that other ancient houses had scions alive and in Hogwarts or that those houses were not teetering on the brink of extinction. Here the House of Black was a formidable presence. Celeste Rosier was a member of the Slytherin House and she was feared for her name. Her brother Sagittarius who was also in the Slytherin House had graduated a few years ago and had the reputation of a fearsome wizard and had inherited the best talents of his parents. Then there were a few who came from some of the cadet lines. They were Blacks but did not belong to the main branch and as such, they couldn't claim the lordship if Sirius passed away without an heir or a will. The Blacks kept the reign of the power in their hands and were aided in their effort by their many cousins. It was a fact that almost half of the wizarding world was related to the Blacks. Then add to the fact that the Prewett twins had 6 children between them and about 3 of them were in the House of Snakes which was very unusual for the House of Prewett for the twins and their wives were all Gryffindors. The Prewetts, the Blacks and the Rosiers ruled the serpent's pit. The only house which seemed to support the House of Malfoy was House of Lestrange. Rudolphus and Rabbastan Lestrange had 3 children between them and they supported Malfoy in whatever devilish plot he had in mind.

"Alright, you dunderheads enter the class", drawled Snape.

As they were setting themselves up in the dungeon, Snape was saying, "The headmaster has appointed another Professor for you all but I was given the privilege to take one class before I hand you over to Professor Potter until next year. While you all dunderheads aren't exactly very bright but I hope you won't shame me in front of your teacher in your next class. However, you must remember, fame or family will only get you so far."

As he finished speaking, he gave a fleeting look towards Harry who was glaring at him.

"Now divide up in pairs and start today's assignment. Some of you may benefit from today's assignment- the wit sharpening potion. You may begin immediately. The instructions are on the board."

Harry knew this potion. They had been practicing this on the day when the article about Hermione playing with Harry and Viktor's heart was published in Teen Witch Weekly. To give this assignment was just cruel on his part.

As Harry worked through his assignment. Snape walked past Neville who was Harry's partner, "If you haven't forgotten anything Longbottom, you should be at the half stage by now."

Harry was annoyed. It looked like Snape here had it in him against Neville for some inane reason. Come to think of it, Harry was not even sure why Snape was a double agent here. Perhaps he would have to find it. Or maybe, here he was a double agent for Voldemort not Dumbledore.

"Psst… Longbottom", Malfoy whispered to the Longbottom heir, "May be if you took a sip of your potion, you will learn to remember things better."

Harry was annoyed at the boy. "Neville will you tell Snape if I made Malfoy cry?"

Neville grinned, "Well, my father has stopped me from buggering him not that anyone else can't bugger him."

Harry grinned, "Well then trash talk with him. I will give some show."

Neville turned to Malfoy, "Oi Malfoy! Potter is saying that he is gonna ask your sister out to tour some broom cupboard."

Malfoy was turning puce red and Harry recoiled once he heard what Neville was saying. He wanted to chastise his friend but stayed fixed on the task at hand. He discretely picked up a porcupine quill and banished it to Malfoy's cauldron doing a handy bit of wandless magic.

"BOOM", Malfoy's cauldron exploded as the potion in it bubbled as the quill landed in it. Malfoy was drenched in the potion and was shrieking like a girl. Snape was on the scene in a moment and was administering some treatment to the boy. After making sure that Malfoy was not hurt, he called forward the two Malfoy lackeys, "Crabbe, Goyle take Mr. Malfoy to the infirmary."

As Draco was led out of the dungeon, he turned to the class seething with rage, "If I ever find who did this to Mr. Malfoy's cauldron, I will make sure that person is expelled from Hogwarts forever."

He glared at Harry who braced himself for a mental probe but that never came. He had a very nice memory ready to show to him and it involved Snape being knocked out by a stunner from three of his students in the shrieking shack.

The next class that they had was of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Probably the Remus of this world was different than the one in the other world. There was only one way to find it.

When Harry entered the class, it was empty. Neville was just behind him. As they stepped inside, there was darkness in the room. Harry was suddenly very alert and strained his senses to hear what was happening. He heard the rustling of the wind but before he could do anything Neville pulled him down with him. As they fell, he whispered, "Play dead."

Harry understood what he meant and they waited. They heard movement behind them and falling of bodies on the floor. By then they had good guess about where the spell had come from. Suddenly Neville stood from his place and shouted, "Stupefy."

There was a thud and the lights in the room returned. There was Remus Lupin sprawled on the floor. Harry was actually surprised at the turn of the events so far. This was not the Neville Longbottom that he knew. His Neville used to be scared of his own shadow.

5 minutes after he was enervated, Remus was addressing the class, "When you all entered the class, you saw the pitch-black darkness but failed to respond accordingly to the situation. Many of you lit your wands giving me a clear sight to you and your friends. That was your mistake. Mr. Longbottom and Mr. Potter fell to the ground and lulled me into thinking that they were stunned. When I was least expecting it, Mr. Longbottom stunned me. The moral of the lesson is Constant Vigilance. If you remain alert about your surroundings, you won't fall prey to the circumstances. Now who can tell me about a detection spell…"

The class was actually pretty entertaining now that Harry thought about it. It was better than fake Moody showing the class the three Unforgivables in their first class. The only thing that he was disappointed about was that there was no one to turn Malfoy into a pure white ferret.

As the class was winding up, Remus called him, "Mr. Potter, please stay behind."

After everyone was gone, Remus had him sit in the Defense Professor's office, "Mr. Potter, I was very glad with the vigilance that you showed in the class. Mr. Longbottom has been one of my best students so far but you show potential. Now Albus has told me that he wants to see you in his office during lunch hour and that may be you would like acid pops."

Harry nodded and made his way towards the office of Albus Dumbledore. After giving the password to the gargoyle, he was promptly admitted in the office.

"Mr. Potter, I know it may sound ominous to you to be called to the headmaster's office all of a sudden…"

Harry snorted, "Professor, I have been called into the Headmaster's office quite a number of times. Let's not tarry."

"I presume you have questions", Dumbledore said.

"Yes. Why the Triwizard tournament? Why not let it lie dormant as it has for centuries?", Harry asked, "In my world, it brought nothing but pain and sorrow when it was started again. The end of it started the second wizarding war."

"The situations are desperate than you know", Dumbledore said, "This tournament is our only chance at getting any outside help in our war before Voldemort's rebellion spills out of the borders of wizarding Britain and starts another great war. The Mugwumps of ICW knew they could not openly respond to our pleas of help so they devised the plan to restart it."

"Since when Lilly Potter has been teaching at Hogwarts?", Harry asked.

Dumbledore chuckled, "Lilly wasn't supposed to teach at Hogwarts even now. When you came into this world jumping dimensions, she decided that she needed to be near you whenever she could. I have also had received reports about Snape's way of teaching students and that he is not perfect to teach students below 4th year so I hired her."

"And Remus Lupin?", Harry asked, "How come they allowed you to hire a dark creature?"

"There were no options", Dumbledore said gravely, "in 1991, I hired a teacher who was named Quirinius Quirrell who turned out to be death eater and Mr. Longbottom outed him in spectacular fashion in front of Aurors from the ministry. Later Quirrell was murdered by the death eaters while he was being transported to Azkaban. In the same raid, Azkaban was turned into rubble. The year after that, I hired a celebrity writer Gilderoy Lockhart who was a fraud and that time, many students working closely with Mr. Longbottom made him confess that he was a fraud and then he was taken in custody and sent to France which agreed to host such prisoners on our behalf until we can get a place to keep them incarcerated. Since no one else was applying, I leaned on the Minister who allowed me to hire Remus Lupin and he proved to be an instant hit with the students. It helped that we never kept it secret that Remus is a werewolf so they had no grounds to object if he barricaded himself and took his potion."

"What if they tamper with his potion?", Harry asked anxiously.

Dumbledore smiled, "Well that'd never happen."

"Why?"

"Because James Potter had sternly refused to let Professor Snape or anyone else from brewing the potion for Remus. It is Lilly who has always brewed the potion for him and on every night that he has to take the potion, Remus takes our leave to go barricade himself in an Island situated in the middle of the sea."

"This world is better in many ways than that one but there are too many things that are rightly messed up here", Harry said, "Here you are so forthcoming with answers but my Dumbledore was always evasive with answers, talked in riddles and played his cards too close to his chest."

"Now, Mr. Potter what can you tell me about Tom's life anchors?", Dumbledore asked him.

"These anchors, as you well know, are called Horcruxes. He created 7 in that world, out of which one was made without intending to. Before he was vanquished for the first time, he had already made 5 of them which made his soul unstable. The sixth was created when he came for me that night. The seventh was created when he was living as a wraith."

"So, is it possible that he has only made 5 in this world?", Dumbleore asked him.

"Not unless we know for sure that Voldemort does not have a familiar with him over which he seems to have extra ordinary control", Harry explained, "If you had some spy in his ranks, I'd suggest you to ask your spy to find about it."

Dumbledore nodded, "If we find these horcruxes, how do you think we should destroy them?"

"Fiendfyre or Basilisk venom are the only two things which can destroy it and we have no basilisk venom. I can cast the Fiendfyre but it is too risky."

"So, any other ideas?", Dumbledore asked.

Suddenly Harry perked up, "Professor if the Chamber of Secrets was never opened, it is possible that the basilisk is in the chamber of secrets. We can kill it and take its venom."

"My boy, how do you suggest slaying a Basilik?", Dumbledore asked.

Harry grinned, "Well the last time I pushed a sword through the roof of its mouth but I am not going to do it like that this time. Tell me Professor where is the sword of Gryffindor?"

That night, Harry Potter and Professor Dumbledore were standing in the abandoned bathroom. Myrtle had come out to see them when Harry and Dumbledore had arrived but then slipped into her stall again.

Harry was observing the taps and when he was sure that he was at the right place, he hissed at the tap. The basin started to go into the ground and the tiles shifted. Soon, where the basin had been was a large pipe which reeked of foul odour.

Without thinking twice, they jumped down and arrived on the floor of the chamber. The ground was littered with bones, old and dry which crunched under their foot. As they walked in search of the chamber, they could see mounds of shredded skin and Harry's eye bulged in their socket. It was almost twice the size of the one that he had slain.

When they arrived at the gate where the chamber was, Harry turned to Dumbledore, "Professor, it is important that you stay outside here. I am immune to all poisons, at least I think I am because it had buried its fang in my arm then. When you hear the grinding of stones on stones then do what I have told you."

Dumbledore nodded, "I will. Have you got the sword?"

Harry nodded, "I have it."

"Good", said Dumbledore, "I will wait for your signal here."

Harry opened the last door and entered the Chamber. The statue of Salazar Slytherin here looked the same as it did in that world, like that of an overgrown monkey.

Harry raised his right hand and hissed, "Speak to me Slytherin… Greatest of Hogwarts four."

As the sound of stone grating on stones was heard, Harry pulled out the sword and put on the special glasses which he had asked Dumbledore to conjure. These glasses had a shutter screen just above the glasses. If he saw the Basilisk turning towards him, he'd simply will the shutter to descend and start swinging his sword wildly hoping that Dumbledore did whatever he was supposed to do.

As he saw the shadows of the Basilisk moving, he felt sudden warmth when he realised that Fawkes had come to his rescue. The Phoenix had caught him in its claws and took off with him to the ceiling of the chamber and basilisk slithered around looking for its prey. Harry was readying the sword in a position that if he fell on the beast's back, the goblin silver sword would cleave its skin. After he was in position, he was persuading Fawkes to release him when a rooster started cawing.

"Cock-a-doodle-do", came the loud lustful cry.

The same cry was joined by a dozen more roosters which were running into the chamber, straight at the basilisk which had freaked out. It was thrashing around but there was no respite to it. It trampled down a few of them but the roosters kept coming. Eventually, it fell down it with a thud and that was the moment that Fawkes released him and Harry fell on the back of the Basilisk, the sword penetrating the tough hide of the monster.

"I see we have succeeded, my boy", said Dumbledore who had come in, "There is a dead basilisk and we have basilisk venom."

"How many roosters did you conjure, headmaster?", Harry asked him looking at the dozens of the roosters crowing in the chamber.

"I didn't count", Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling merrily, "I guess I went overboard."

Harry snorted, "That is perhaps the first time."

"Alright my boy", said Dumbledore, "What do you plan to do with that carcass?"

"That is not mine", said Harry.

"No Mr. Potter, you have slain it. The beast is yours and if you'd take my advice then contact the Goblins to harvest it and sell the organs to potions masters around the world."

"I hope they are not sold to Potions masters who are dark wizards", said Harry, "I think I'd ask them to harvest but keep it off the market for a year. The prices will rise within a year and I will be able to make a nice profit on it. I will also ask James to deal with every potential buyer."

"As soon as they harvest the beast, I will use this place as a meeting place for the members of the Order of the Phoenix. They have been stressing that we need a place safer than Hogwarts castle and an infirmary more secure than the Hogwarts medical wing."

"But headmaster, Madam Pomfrey will never agree to work in this dark dingy place", Harry said.

Dumbledore chuckled, "Poppy is an excellent mediwitch Mr. Potter but she is not a healer. She can't cure more severe forms of dark magic. I am going to ask Lady Macmillan to take over as the healer here. She has served as a healer in St. Mungo's for years."

"You mean Narcissa is in the order?", Harry asked.

"Yes, she is", he said, "Sirius himself had asked for her to be initiated in the order. In fact, every member of the Black family is a member of this Order."

"You mean to say that not for once he has called you mother or father?", Sirius was talking to his best friends.

"No", Lilly said, "I hoped he will call me mom but it hasn't yet happened."

"Lilly, you know he is not our Harry. Wherever he came from, he had lived a full life there. He died as an old man, content with his lot in his life. He had lost his parents in childhood but that has been so long for him that he probably doesn't remember it anymore", James explained, "add to it the fact that he is a dimension traveler and he knows that we are not his parents. You can see why he would be reluctant to call us mother and father."

"I think you all are wrong", said Remus, "this world is new to him and he has been having trouble adjusting here. He will eventually come around to call you mother and father but he just needs time. Haven't you both noticed that he has no problem calling Sirius his godfather? Give him time to adjust to this world and to accept the fact that he is here now, for good or bad."