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Chapter eight

Harry stared at Ron in shock. He didn't move. He didn't say a word. He just stared. Even Sirius was quite and that was an accomplishment.

"Harry, what are you doing? Who were you talking to?" Ron was very confused.

"I'm talking to Sirius. We have these mirrors that allow us to talk to each other. But you can't tell anyone. I don't think your Mum will approve of these mirrors." Harry finally stopped staring. "This is the fastest way for me to talk to Sirius. They're perfect emergencies. If I remembered the mirror last year we could have gotten help sooner than we did."

"You know that it's a bad idea to keep things from my Mum. She always has a way of finding out when we are keeping things from her." Ron gave Harry an uncertain look. "I can't lie to her and it would be bad for your health if you do."

Harry put an arm around Ron's shoulders as he led him out of the room. "Mate, I have learned the art of confusion from the best. And if all else fails I'll just flatter her."

Ron was very nervous when he went down the stairs. He had a bad feeling about this. If his mother was an animagus, he knew that she would be a hawk because she never missed a thing.

"What took you boys so long? You should have come right down." She gave Ron a look that tried to crack him but Harry spoke up.

"Sorry about that Mrs. Weasley I was just showing Ron something my godfather gave me. I just didn't have the chance to show him yet."

"That's fine, dear. Do you mind telling me what it was?" Mrs. Weasley took her eyes off her youngest son.

"It's just an old trinket that belonged to my Dad. I got while we were cleaning the house. I'm surprised that it survived since Mrs. Black hated her son and destroyed most of his stuff.

Harry kept his head down to hide the smile on his face. It was easy to bend Mrs. Weasley with the sympathy card. He felt a little guilty for treating her like that but he needed to use every advantage he had to keep her at a distance.

Harry had never been so frustrated in his entire life. And it was all because of the Weasleys. No matter how had he tried he couldn't get a moment to himself. It always seemed as though at least one Weasley was always awake when he was. He couldn't talk to Sirius in the middle of the night because they both were asleep and Mrs. Weasley always checked to see if all of the kids were asleep. The bathroom was also out of the question to try to talk to Sirius. Though, even in there his privacy wasn't guaranteed.

When ever he tried to talk Sirius, he was interrupted. The twins were trying to prank him, Ginny was staring at him, Percy was lecturing him about not doing his homework even though Harry said it was already done, and Ron was following him everywhere. He couldn't have a moment of peace at all. For the first time in his life, he wished he were anywhere but at the Burrow. This place was going to drive him nuts if he had to stay too long. September 1st never looked so good.

Then one night, after dinner, he snuck off to be on his own. He stole a ride on his Nimbus and flew to a nearby clearing. He didn't go too far in case they noticed that he was missing so that when they tried to find him they wouldn't worry for too long.

"Sirius," his face immediately appeared. "Hey, Paddy. Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. The Weasleys just won't leave me alone."

"That's alright Pronglet. So, what's been going on? You usually talk to me daily." Sirius gave him a small smile.

"I'm going nuts; that's what's going on. I can't get a moment alone. Can I please come home? I don't think I'll last much longer." Harry begged Sirius.

"Harry, it's only two more days and today's one of them. I think you can last a few more hours." It was obvious he was trying not to laugh.

"Have you been keeping up with your training? I don't want you to lose the little muscle that you gained this summer."

"Yes, Sirius, I've been doing most of my training. It's feels weird not being allowed to do magic here though. Since I've been doing it all last month."

"So you want to tell me what your animagus form is going to be."

"Yeah, I'm going to be..." Harry could hear Ron and the twins calling for him and they were pretty close to him. "I have to go. I've been missed. I'll call you tomorrow. Bye Paddy."

Both Sirius and Harry were exceedingly disappointed that they were interrupted. But it couldn't have been helped. They really hated that.

The next night Harry didn't even have two minutes alone. The bathroom was really starting to look like a haven. He didn't even have a chance to talk to Sirius as Mrs. Weasley sent them to bed right after the firework show.

Harry couldn't believe it, even though he reminded everyone to make sure that they had everything packed, they were still running late. Traffic that morning was horrendous. When they arrived at Kings Cross, they only had five minutes to get on the train. Like the first time, everyone got though the barrier that lead to platform nine and three quarters. That was until Ron and Harry tried to get through. This time however there wasn't a huge crash.

"Why won't it let us though? It's supposed to even when the train is gone," Ron whispered frantically.

"I don't know. Why don't we just wait by the car?" Harry regretted saying car because Ron got a look on his face that usually meant they were going to get into big trouble.

"Ron, no, we can't fly that car to school. Do you have any idea what McGonagall would do to us if we that? She likely would make you polish the entire trophy room. No, we're going to wait by the car and send a letter saying that we missed the train. While you write that, I'll talk to Sirius and see if he can get us to school. He can help us. Besides, what's cooler arriving in a flying car or arriving by a motorcycle with the Sirius Orion Black?" Harry had a look of pleading in his eyes. He really didn't want to spend a whole night answering Lockhart's fan mail.

"I guess the motorcycle. But come on Harry, we don't have that much time." He pulled Harry out of the station and towards the car. Harry was very relieved that he avoided Lockhart. "Anyways, your godfather is one of the coolest adults I ever met. He practically encourages you to cause mischief."

"He can be strict. Since I moved in with him, I ate more than the entire time I've lived with the Dursleys. He really thinks that I'm too thin. I can't help it if I have a fast metabolism."

"A what?" asked a confused Ron.

"Never mind, it's a Muggle term."

They walked to the car and climbed in. Ron was tempted to fly it but he knew that the train would be long gone by now. So, he obediently wrote a letter to McGonagall and waited as Harry talked to Sirius.

"...so guys missed the train and are now sitting in a flying car waiting for me to come get you." Sirius sounded amused at the whole situation. Of course, if it were he and James they would be flying to Hogwarts. But he also knew that Harry didn't want detention with Lockhart. The kid was too predictable at times.

"That just about sums it up. When can you get here?"

"Give me about ten minutes. I still have some Muggle money so we can go out to lunch and then spend the day together. I'll Apparate you two to Hogsmeade. The train doesn't get there until around six at night."

Hours after lunch, Sirius was telling Harry and Ron a story from when he was still in school. They were all laughing loudly.

"...His head was completely covered in suds and when we rinsed it off we saw that his hair was brown." The two boys went quiet.

"Merlin," whispered Ron.

"That has to be the most disturbing thing ever and I've seen Dudley eat. So, do think that the twins would help us give Snivellus a bath." Sirius and Ron stared at him. "What? I want to see if it still is brown. I have the cloak so we can't get into trouble. Please Ron. Can we do it?"

"Fine. But if we get into trouble, you'll owe me big. It'll be easy to get the twins in on this. Our only problem would be Hermione. She always knows when we are about to cause mischief."

When they went to Hogsmeade, he took one boy at a time. Harry decided that he hated all means of magical transportation but flying. Being squeezed through a tube wasn't exactly pleasant.

"Ron, why don't you run ahead? I want to talk to Harry alone." Sirius put an arm around Harry. They watched Ron for a minute. "So are going to tell me what your form is?"

"Yeah, I found out about a month ago that I'm a half-breed; a cross between a dog and a wolf. I'm kinda small but considering my height, that's not a surprise. I'm also very fuzzy. The girls are going to love me."

Sirius laughed. "Harry you're twelve there's plenty of time for girls. So I'll see you next week to start the next step in your training. Meet me and Moony in the Shack."

Ron was already at the door waiting for them before he went inside. Ron took a peak in and saw that Ginny was being Sorted. The Hat took a long while before it said Gryffindor. Just as the Hat shouted, Harry felt a tap on his shoulder. He groaned as he turned to see Snape sneering at the three of them.

A/N So there you have it, Harry's going to be a mutt. I hope I didn't cause too many headaches. I didn't mean to (okay, maybe I did but who can blame me). This was fun while it lasted.

I haven't said this nearly enough, but thanks to all those who have been reviewing.