Author's Note: I saw that I had two reviews and I got so nervous I felt like I was going to pass out. So anyway, thank y'all for reading and everything. I actually feel very excited to keep writing! I have my plot set and everything. Woooo. I feel inferior. Everyone is like a much better writer than I am. ::sigh:: Well anyway, I still feel like writing this. That's really the only reason why I'm doing this. Wow.. This A/N has become longer than I wanted to. Caitlin appreciates REVIEWS.

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Sirius crept up to the chair Hermione was in. He was in his dog form. Hermione's attention was directed to the book in her lap. She shifted sideways and laid sprawled out across the chair. Sirius continued to creep forwards until he reached the arm of the chair and then hopped onto Hermione.

"What the..." screamed Hermione. The black dog that had perched itself in her lap licked her face.

"Sirius? Oh Sirius!" wailed Hermione, wrapping her arms around the dog's neck, "I thought that you had died! It'd have been just my luck to have someone die right after they start talking to me." Hermione loosened her grip and looked at the dog. His fur was more soft and blacker than she had remembered. Hermione gasped as he transformed back to his normal state. He didn't seem old. At all.

"Yeah. I know. I'm different. Let me explain," began Sirius, "Instead of being hit all the way through the Veil, I got stuck in a Time Box and in the Time Box I went through a vicious cycle of going from a baby to the age I flew into the Time Box repeatedly. And just by chance the Ministry found me and rescued me when I was sixteen."

"So technically you're sixteen?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah and another effect of the Time Box was that with each age I gain memories and all the others are locked away in my mind but thankfully the Ministry was able to restore my memory. That's why I was in Saint Mungo's so long."

"That's horrible!" cried Hermione, hugging him.

"Well I'm better now," Sirius said, quietly, "I heard something happened with you and Ron, eh?"

"Oh. Harry told you, I expect," sighed Hermione, "Well, we got together, he ended up two-timing me and well, I found out and broke up with him."

"Oh, Hermione," whispered Sirius, putting Hermione in his lap., " He was just being a git."

"I know but I loved him," whimpered Hermione.

"Not that it's my place to order you around, Hermione, but you should get over him," suggested Sirius.

"I am over him, Sirius," sighed Hermione.

"Are you?" he asked.

"Well I know I'm fine," she answered, leaning backwards.

"Are you sure?" asked Sirius, concerned.

"If I ever become unsure, I'll speak to you," Hermione reassured. Sirius laughed.

"So have you got a new boyfriend yet?" asked Sirius, calmly.

Hermione faked looking hurt and said, "I'm not a womanizer like you!"

"Since when were you a man?"

"Fine. I'm not a manizizer like you."

"Since when did I become a girl!" squeaked Sirius.

"Sirius Black! You know what I mean," squealed Hermione, aggravated.

"Do I?" asked Sirius, mockingly.

"Oh! You are annoying," huffed Hermione.

"I guess I've still got it then," stated Sirius.

"Do you?" asked Hermione, slyly. Sirius laughed and Hermione joined in the laugh.

"Hello? Ginny?" called Ron. He had decided to ask Ginny about Harry. Ron hurried up the creaking stairs.

"Ginny," began Ron as he entered her room. He turned bright red and looked as if he was going to explode. Harry was lying on top of Ginny on her bed, snogging her senseless.

"What the fuck?" yelled Ron.

"I– er– Ron!" gasped Ginny.

"Why are you snogging in such a public place? What the hell! And why are you snogging in the first place!" screamed Ron.

"This is my room, Ron. This isn't public and I can snog whomever I want to snog," yelled Ginny, her face reddening.

"But Harry? My best mate?" snapped Ron.

"And the object of my affection."

"Ginny is also the object of my affection, Ron. I knew you'd be mad but..." said Harry, quietly.

"Mad? That's a fucking understatement!" yelled Ron.

"Get out of my room!" screamed Ginny.

"Ginny, Ron, please. Can't we work it out?" sighed Harry.

"If he cooperates," huffed Ginny.

"I will," sneered Ron.

"He who shows no mercy!" yelled Wormtail.

"Aye!" replied a large group of people in masks with skulls and black cloaks. The group was accompanied by giants, dementors, sphinxes and many other vicious creatures who couldn't join in the chant seeing as they couldn't talk.

"He who is the all powerful Dark Lord!" screamed Wormtail, louder.

"Aye!" cried the group, getting louder as well.

"Lord Voldemort!" A tall man, cloaked in black strode out from the middle of a puff of smoke.

"Welcome!" he said, his voice echoing, "Please hold your applause!" He paused as everyone stopped.

"Now start again," laughed Lord Voldemort. Everyone else joined in.

"I don't want to beat around the bush. Our business here is to plan the Great Battle."

"Yes, sir," chanted the group.

"Our goal is to kill all those necessary for my defeat. Starting with Sirius Black," explained Voldemort.

"He's planning something," said Dumbledore, gravely.

"Like what, Albus?" asked Minerva.

"A huge battle but first he's going to kill some people that he has found out are essential for Harry to use to defeat Voldemort."

"Should we hide everyone? Do you know who he wants?"asked a worried McGonagall.

"We're not hiding anyone and no we don't know who he wants but I have one idea. I think he wants Sirius," explained Dumbledore.

"Why?"

"He had Bellatrix try to kill him before."

"How will we keep him safe?"

"Have him work here. Which was my plan already. He'll be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."