Thanks so much for the reviews in the last chapter! It makes me happy to know that people like my story; I get so excited when I check my email and I see a review or a favorite story or favorite author, and I can't help but smile all day.

So as promised I'm updating again, since I got some reviews :)

I forgot to mention this last chapter but there will be both references from the book AND the movie. The only reason why I'm writing this story is because it's my least favorite out of the series. It breaks my heart to read or watch Sirius die. I cry every time. So this is just how I think the book should have gone.

But if you think I should rewrite any other book in the series let me know and a lot of you agree then I'll try writing one.

So enough chit chat and onto the the next chapter! :)

As always I own nothing at all. If I did then I would be richer than the queen of England and living in a palace twice the size of Buckingham :)

Harry was in a state of shock. He had just learned that his neighbor, Mrs. Figg, was Squib. She wasn't a wizard but yet she knew about the wizarding world, she knew Dumbledore and she knew about the Dark Lord and better yet she believed him about his return, but he suspected there was more to that story than she had let on, but he let it go. There were more pressing issues to attend to.

Harry was sure there would be an expulsion letter waiting for him when he got to Number four Privet Drive. Underage magic was frowned upon , and seeing as how he had used up his warning due to a house elf named Dobby, he was sure he was as good as expelled.

They were currently walking from Magnolia Crest back to Privet Drive. Harry was supporting a weak Dudley while Mrs. Figg walked next to him, her eyes scanning a head, occasionally asking him if he still had his wand out, to which he would reply, breathless "Yes."

Harry thought they must be a sight to see. An old lady walking around with a cart filled with cat food trialing behind her, a boy holding a wand like his life depended on it, carrying a boy twice his size mumbling about the cold, sounding quite mad, if you asked Harry.

"How come you never told me you were a Squib?" Harry puffed out from under Dudley.

"Oh dear you were much too young to know about our world, well your world. And besides Dumbledore's orders. I was to keep an eye on you, but not say anything. I'm sorry you had such a horrible time, but if the Dursely's thought you had fun, you wouldn't have been allowed back." she started wringing her hands nervously, "but wait until I tell Dumbledore about this! Leaving in the middle of his shift to meet a guy about cauldrons, which are probably stolen, mind you, I'm going to have to alert Dumbledore right away, I can't Apparate-"

"I've got an owl, you can borrow her." Harry grunted, wondering if his spine was going to snap under Dudley's weight.

"Harry you don't understand! I have to alert Dumbledore right away, the ministry has ways of detecting underage magic, and he needs to know right away!"

"But I had to use magic to ward off the dementors; surely they'll be more worried about finding out why dementors were floating around Wisteria Walk, right?"

"I wish that were so, but I'm afraid- MUNDUNGUS FLETCHER I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

There was a loud crack! And a strong smell of mingled drink and stale tobacco filled the air as a squat, unshaven man in a tattered over coat materialized right in front of them. He had short bandy legs, long straggly ginger hair, and bloodshot baggy eyes that reminded Harry of a basset hound. He saw him tuck a silvery piece of fabric away, which he recognized as an invisibility cloak.

"S'up Figgy?" he asked, looking from Mrs. Figg to Harry supporting Dudley. "What 'appened to staying undercover?"

"Dementors you useless skiving thief!" she shrieked

"Dementors?" he repeated, aghast. "Dementors here?"

"Yes here, you worthless pile of bat droppings! Dementors attacked the boy on your watch!" she shrieked.

"Blimey." He said weakly, looking from Harry to Mrs. Figg. "Blimey, I…."

"And you off buying stolen cauldrons weren't you? Didn't I tell you not to go? Didn't I?"

"I-well I—"Mundungus looked very uncomfortable, "It was a very good business opportunity, see…"

Mrs. Figg raised her hand, with a bag of cat food-how many cats does she have? Harry thought to himself- attached and stared beating Mundungus with it everywhere she could reach.

"Ouch—gerroff—gerroff— geroff, you mad old bat! Someone's gotta tell Dumbledore!"

"Yes—they—do—" she snarled, emphasizing her words with a swing of her bag, "and—it—had—better—be—you—and—you—can—tell—him—why—you—weren't—there—to—help!"

"Keep you 'airnet on!" said Mundungus with his arms over his hands, cowering. "I'm going, I'm going."

And with another loud crack! He was gone.

"I hope Dumbledore murders him!" Mrs. Figg said furiously. "Now come along, Harry, what are you waiting for?"

Harry, deciding not to waste his remaining air supply trying to tell her he could barely walk under Dudley's weight, gave the semiconscious boy a hearty heave and staggered along next to Mrs. Figg.

"I'll take you up to the door." Mrs. Figg said as they turned on Privet Drive. "Just in case there's still some around….oh my word what a catastrophe….and you had to fight them off yourself…..and Dumbledore said to keep you from doing magic at all cost….well I guess there's no use crying over spilled potions…."

"Dumbledore's…been having me….followed?" Harry panted out.

"Of course he has." Mrs. Figg replied impatiently. "You don't really think he would leave you alone after what happened in June do you...and they told me you were intelligent….right get inside now and stay inside." She said as they reached number four. "I expect someone will be in touch with you soon."

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked her quickly.

"I'm going straight home," She looked around the dark streets and gave a shudder, "I'll need to wait for more instructions. Just stay in the house. Good night."

Harry was about to ask her another question, but she was already off, trotting down the street, carpet slippers flapping against the pavement. Harry sighed, slightly annoyed. He looked up the walk way to the door; it had never seemed so far away. With a huff, he readjusted Dudley and slowly made his way up to the door.

Harry was relieved to see the hall light on. Shoving his wand back in the waist band of his jeans, he rang the doorbell, and watched as his horse-like aunt made her way to the door.

"Diddy, it's about time you came home, I was beginning to—to Diddy, what's the matter?"

Harry looked sideways at Dudley and ducked out from under his arm just in time, Dudley swayed on the spot, his face a pale green, then he opened his mouth and at last vomited all over the Welcome mat.

If he wasn't so worried about dementors, being expelled from Hogwarts and the ministry finding out about his use of underage magic, he probably would have laughed at his Aunt's expression surveying all the vomit.

After an explosive fight with his relatives, ending in Harry being locked in his room for Merlin knows how long, while the Dursely's took Dudley to the hospital in London.

Harry sat on his bed, potions book in his lap, quill and parchment next him. He was trying to finish Snape's essay, but his mind was on the letters he had received from the Ministry of Magic.

The first one stated that he had been expelled from Hogwarts and that a representative from the Ministry would be arriving to destroy his wand, and that he had a disciplinary hearing on August 12th at 9 am.

Not two minutes behind that one, came one from Mr. Weasley, telling him not to leave the house, not to use any more magic, not to surrender his wand because Dumbledore was headed to the Ministry to sort it all out.

Ten minutes later another letter arrived, the second one from the Ministry, telling him he could keep his wand until his hearing, which would decide his fate at Hogwarts and whether or not he would be chucked in Azkaban for this, with him being the last person on the Minister's favorite list, a cell next to a Death Eater was highly probable.

Five minutes after that one came Sirius's, telling him the same thing Mr. Weasley's did, to stay inside the house, no matter what. Which, Harry felt was such an inadequate response, what with all that happened, he turned the piece of parchment over to look for the rest of the letter, but found nothing.

Harry sighed, shoving his book to the side. His frustration was rising to the surface. Wasn't anyone gonna say well done for fighting off to dementors single handedly? But all Sirius and Mr. Weasley could do was treat him like a child who misbehaved and they were saving the telling-offs until they found out how much damage had been done.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a crash down stairs. The Dursely's couldn't be back, it was too soon and he hadn't heard their car. It was silent for a few seconds, and then he heard voices.

Burglars. Harry thought, sliding of his bed and grabbing his wand. But as soon as the thought came he dismissed it. Burglars would keep their voices down, but whoever was banging around in the kitchen certainly didn't mind if they were over heard.

He walked over to his bed room door, wand raised, his ears straining to hear anything. He jumped suddenly when his lock gave a loud click and his door opened.

Harry stood motionless, staring through the opened door at the dark upstairs landing, listening for any other sounds, but none came. He hesitated for a moment before he moved swiftly out of his room and onto the top of the stairs.

His heart jumped into his throat. There were people standing in the shadowy hall below, silhouetted against the streetlights glowing through the glass of the door; eight or nine of them, as far as he could tell, all staring up at him.

"Lower your wand, boy, before you take someone's eye out," said a low, growling voice. He knew that voice, but he did not lower his wand.

"Professor Moody?" he asked uncertainly.

"I don't know so about 'Professor'," said the voice, "I never got around to much teaching, did I? Get down here; we want to see you properly."

Harry lowered his wand slightly, but did not relax his grip on it. He had good reason to, he thought he had been in the company of the real Moody, but it turned out it was a psychotic Death Eater drinking polyjuice potion, plotting his death before being unmasked. Before he could figure out what to do next, a second, slightly hoarse voice called up to him.

"It's alright Harry. We've come to take you away."

Harry's heart leapt. This was a voice he knew, even though he hadn't heard it in over a year.

"Moony?" he asked hopefully.

But instead of Lupin answering, a third voice floated up the stairs, this one unfamiliar, a woman's, "Why are we all standing around in the dark?" a second later a wand tip lit up, illuminating the hall with magical light. The people below were all crowed around the stairs, gazing up at him intently, and some craning their neck to see him.

Remus Lupin was standing the closest to him. Though still quite young, he looked rather ill and tired; his hair had more grey hairs than the last time Harry had seen him and his robes were more patched and shabbier than ever. But he still smiled broadly up at Harry, who smiled back whole heartedly.

He was leaving, he wouldn't be returning to number four, hopefully, for another year.

Hermione Granger was a nervous wreck. She was pacing, biting at her lip. She just heard the news about Harry. How could he have done that? He knows he's not supposed to use magic outside of school!

Knowing Harry he was doing some stupid hero act! But honestly! What could have made him use magic when he knows he's not supposed to?

Hermione's inner voice was getting rather annoying. But a horrible thought crossed her mind. What if something happened to him? What if a Death Eater found him? What if the Dark Lord found him?

Do you really think that would happen? I'm sure Dumbledore had already thought about that a long time ago. I'm sure Harry's fine, the guard should already be there, and he'll be here in a little while.

This did little to calm her nerves.

"What are you doing in here?" a voice behind her asked, making her jump.

She turned around to see Sirius, leaning up against the door frame, a knowing look in his blue-grey eyes.

"I was just-"

"Worrying about Harry?" Sirius smiled. Hermione nodded.

"I was doing the same myself." He told her, walking in the drawing room and sitting down on the sofa.

"Do you think he's okay?" Hermione asked anxiously. Sirius smiled inwardly at her frantic state. He recalled many nights he stayed awake with Lily when James was on an Auror missions, and he would watch Lily do the same thing for hours until she was too tired to stand up.

"If he's anything like his father, I'm sure he's fine." Sirius told her smiling.

And if she was anything like Lily she wouldn't believe him until she saw him herself. She would fuss over him, looking him over for any maimed limbs or cuts. And then she would yell at him for worrying her so much.

"You remind me of Lily." Sirius told her, trying to distract her.

"How? I look nothing like her." Hermione said dismissively.

"You may not look like her but you sure do act like her. I can remember many nights I stayed up with her while James was away on Auror mission. She would pace, until she could barely stand up straight. I would tell her he was fine, but she wouldn't believe it until she saw for herself."

Hermione smiled sheepishly.

"You have a temper just like her, your both muggle-born, and you're both the brightest witches of your age. And she loved James, just like you love Harry." He smiled at her.

Her eyes widened and blush graced her cheeks.

"We're just friends." She said quickly, looking everywhere and anywhere but Sirius's eyes.

"And your both stubborn and terrible liars."

Hermione's shoulders slumped, defeated.

"Promise you won't tell anyone?" she asked him quietly.

"I swear on Merlin's best pair of pants." He told her solemnly.

Despite her somber mood, she giggled. She sat down next to Sirius on the sofa, tucking her legs under her. She studied Sirius for a moment, before she asked hesitantly,

"Do….do you think he loves me?"

His bark like laughter made her jump.

"If he's anything like James, without a doubt. He always went for the smart ones. I think it's a Potter thing," seeing she was still unsure he continued gently, "Hermione, I may not know my god son all that well, but from what I've seen of the two of you together, the way he looks at you is the same way James looked at Lily. When I see you two together, it's almost like their still here." He smiled at her.

She mulled this over for a few seconds.

"Everyone thought that Harry and Ginny would end up together. You know, the next Lily and James Potter, reincarnated. Even I thought that for a while." She admitted softly.

"Don't get me wrong, Ginny looks like Lily with the red-hair and I like her, but I know that if Lily was still here, she would have loved you and wanted you for her son. And I don't think I could have chosen someone better for my god son. I know you will love him and care for him and protect him, just as much as Lily did for James."

Hermione smiled, albeit sadly.

"You miss them don't you?" she asked softly.

"There's not a day that goes by that I wish I could change the past and make someone else their secret keeper. Sometimes I feel like I should be locked up in Azkaban," he said quietly, "James was my brother in many ways, and Lily was like my sister. I would have died to protect them."

"Do you think you'll ever be free?" she asked him.

"As long as Fudge is in office, no. But maybe someday I'll be free."

Hermione sighed sadly, "I hope so. Harry needs you."

"As long as he has someone like you and Ron around, he'll be fine. He couldn't have better friends." Sirius said.

Hermione blushed at the compliment.

"I never was told how you guys met." Sirius said after a moments of silence.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Harry pulled his usual hero act and rescued me from troll in our first year. It was Halloween night and Ronald had made me cry, so I ran into the girls' lavatory. During the feast, someone had let a troll in the castle and it came into the girl's bathroom. Instead of going back to their dormitories like they we're supposed to, they came into the girls' bathroom, Harry jumped onto the trolls back, while Ronald levitated the trolls club out of his hand and hit him over the head with it."

Sirius snorted with laughter, "That sounds like something James would have done."

"By the time Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape and Quirrell got there, the toll was knocked out and girls' bathroom was a disaster. Knowing that they would get in trouble, I lied and said I went looking for the troll because I had read about them but had never seen one up close, and that Harry and Ron came to save me."

"After a lecture of how stupid it was for me to chase after a troll just because I had read about them, McGonagall awarded us five points each saying not only was it stupid, it was very brave. Professor Snape was not pleased." Hermione giggled slightly.

"Oh, Snivellus. The greasy git." Sirius laughed.

"Sirius, why does Snape hate Harry so much?" Hermione asked. Sirius sighed,

"James and Severus hated each other ever since we were kids. James was jealous of Severus and Severus was jealous of James. Me? I just didn't like the guy."

Hermione was confused, "Why would they be jealous of each other?"

Sirius sighed again, "Lily was friends with Severus way before their Hogwarts years, and they spent all their time together. James had a crush on Lily since we started Hogwarts," Sirius rolled his eyes, "He annoyed her to no end. She even hexed him a few times, but he was relentless. Anyway, James was jealous because Severus had Lilly, even though it wasn't like that, despite what Severus wanted, she never felt that way about him."

Hermione's eyes widened, "You mean Professor Snape loved Lily?"

"Oh yes, it was obvious to anyone. But she didn't return those feelings, and that was mainly the reason their friendship ended, she started dating James. And Severus I suspect was always jealous of James because he ended up with Lily, and because he was popular, and it might also be possible that he didn't like us because of all the pranks we pulled on him." Sirius said the last part sheepishly at Hermione's scolding glance. So much like Lily's it was scary.

"So Professor Snape holds a grudge against Harry because of what happened between him and James? But that was ages ago! Sorry." She added hastily at Sirius sharp glance.

"It wasn't that long ago," he mumbled, "but yes, and the fact that every time he looks at Harry he sees James, but when he looks in his eyes he sees Lily. Harry may look just like James; his eyes are just like Lily's. And seeing as how things ended badly between Severus and Lily, it's a painful reminder of his past."

"It's still no excuse to treat him the way he does." Hermione said fiercely and stubbornly.

Sirius smiled. So much like Lily. Fiercely protective of the ones she loved.

"So when did Lily and James start dating?" Hermione asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Ironically in their fifth year." He told her.

"How is that ironic?" she asked him confused.

"You'll see." He told her evasively, getting up. He walked out into the hall, and a moment later she heard hushed voices. Hermione thought her heart was going to beat out of her chest, her palms went slick with sweat, and butterflies assaulted her stomach, fluttering anxiously.

Sweet Merlin! I haven't even seen him yet! She thought to herself hastily.

Sirius greeted his God son at the door, pulling him into his arms and hugging him fiercely.

"Alright there, Harry?" he asked him pulling away.

"I'm fine." Harry replied. Sirius took a moment to look at his God son; it stunned him every time he looked at him. It was almost like James was still here, only a younger version.

Harry was taller, still on the thin side, but he was building up. He was losing his child like roundness; his features were more defined his jaw strong. He wasn't the little third year that saved him from the charms tower. He was growing up.

Sirius gripped his shoulders for a few more seconds before he let go, a knowing smile starting to creep onto his face.

"I think someone in there would like to see you." He gestured behind him to the drawing room. Harry looked at him confused, but let him push him towards the lounge.

He barely had a second to take in the room before his vision was obscured by a mane of bushy brown hair. He was surrounded by her familiar scent. Vanilla, with a hint of jasmine and cinnamon. He wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace.

Sirius watched from the door way, a smile lighting up his face as he watched the two embrace. The scene reminded him of one a long time ago when James had returned from a particularly long Auror mission. He had barely got through the door before Lily was all over him, threatening to hex him for scaring her so much.

"Just like Lily and James." Remus murmured from behind him. Sirius nodded in agreement, watching for a few more minutes before he gave them some privacy.

Kind off a weird way to end the chapter I know but don't fret there is more to come! It may be a few days before I update next because I have stupid summer reading I have to do before school starts. Whoppie!

(And if you didn't know that was me being sarcastic)

So let me know what you think! Ideas are totally awesome and if you have any just let me know! :)

Lots of love and chocolate frogs,

Bri :)