Chapter 3: I - am - Sirius – Black

Sirius coughed nervously and gently eased Ginny off his body.

Ginny only latched on tighter, sobbing furiously. "Oh god, Harry!" She cried, "We've been so worried and we've been looking for you everywhere! Where on earth have you been?"

Wiping away her tears, Ginny took a step back while still holding on to his shoulders, carefully observing the body of the man standing before her. She gasped, noticing all the blood on him.

"Oh my gosh," she squealed, "What happened? Oh dear, I'd better clean up all this blood and get you down to St. Mungo's." She ushered him into the living room and laid him down on the couch and quickly uttered a spell under her breath. All the blood disappeared and his body seemed perfectly fine.

A small smile appeared on Ginny's worried face. "Well I'm glad you're okay, where'd all that blood come from if it wasn't from you? Oh my, and what happened to your robes! I'd better get you out of this dirty old coat," She unbuttoned the coat quickly and pulled it off of him.

Sirius had been lying on the couch, quietly staring at Ginny, trying to figure out why she was called him 'Harry'. It was only when she had unbuttoned his coat, leaving him completely exposed that he had pushed her away and grabbed his coat back.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He growled, and stalked into the bathroom.

Once Sirius was inside the bathroom, he leaned against the door breathing raggedly. He turned to look at his reflection.

Sirius's eyes bugged out and he took in a sharp breath.

He was Harry.

Sirius slid down against the door until he was sitting on the cold ground. He was panting heavily. Why was this happening? And why the hell didn't he notice that he wasn't… himself when he had first looked at his body? He had never noticed how similar his build was to Harry's until now, but there were still differences, weren't there? How could he not have noticed them?

Sirius looked at his arms and held back a grin. Harry's arms were hairier than his. He stretched out his legs and observed them. Harry's knees were definitely a lot knobbier, as well.

Well… I guess it makes sense. Sirius reasoned with himself. After all, his body had been rotting away for two years, it would be pretty gross if his soul had ended up in that nasty thing. Still, he hadn't expected himself to be trapped in his godson's body.

There was a gentle nock on the door. "Harry?" Ginny's voice said nervously, "Everyone was out looking for you so I let them know you came back and they're all waiting for you in the living room. I'm putting a towel and some clean robes and underwear outside the door… Anyway, you can take a shower and come out when you're ready."

Sirius grinned. Harry has quite a sweet little girlfriend, he mused. I wouldn't have thought it of that loud, obnoxious little brat that I had known.

He unlocked the door, picked up his things and brought them in the bathroom.

Sirius stepped into shower and turned the water on as hot as it would go and sighed happily at the feel of the satisfying sting of the hot water coming into contact with his skin. He hadn't felt this good in a long time. He thought about his current situation. It wasn't too bad, he decided. It wasn't as if Harry was ugly or anything. But still, would he tell everyone else that he wasn't really Harry? Or should he just pretend to be the boy who lived, maybe it would be kind of fun to be famous for saving the world.

Well, Sirius decided, I'll tell Hermione and ask her what to do. She's supposed to be the smart one, isn't she?

After ten minutes of drowning himself in water, Sirius shook Harry's short hair and quickly wiped his raw, pink flesh with the towel. Still glistening with water, he put on the comfortable green robes Ginny had given him and stepped out of the steaming room. The door to the bathroom led straight into the living and the entire room of people (which consisted of basically everyone Harry knew) who had previously been engaged in quiet conversation turned silent and stared nervously at Sirius.

"Uh, h-hello Harry," Hermione stuttered. Ron was twisting his fingers nervously beside her.

Mrs. Weasley came running in wearing a stained apron. She noticed Sirius and raced towards him, pulling him into a tight, rib cracking hug. "Oh Harry we were so worried about you!" She cried, "Well, I've made some lunch for us all, come on and eat will you?"

Sirius grinned weakly, not used to being manhandled in such a way by Molly Weasley. "Uhhh, I'll come eat, " He said quietly, "But I'll need to talk to Hermione privately first."

Hermione shot Sirius a puzzled glance.

Damn, He thought frantically, I can't remember what Harry used to call her! What if Harry and friends have a nickname for the girl?

"Uhhh, I mean Mione –", Hermione stared. "— Just kidding Herms!" Sirius let out a fake, hoarse laugh.

"Well alright," Mrs. Weasley said frowning. She turned to the rest of the room who had been staring quietly at this exchange and called, "Come on people! Its to time to eat now! Let's give Harry and Hermione their privacy."

They all filed out of the room, Ron turning around many times to glance at Sirius and Hermione worriedly.

Once they were left alone in the room, Hermione walked over to Sirius and glanced up at him. "I'm really sorry, Harry," she said quietly, "Ron and I should have been more sensitive to your feelings."

Sirius stared at her, puzzled. Then he remembered what had triggered his idiot godson to wander off into a muggle district and attempt to kill himself. "Oh, that!" He said out loud, "Don't worry about that. I've got a bigger problem, now."

"Oh. Well, what is it, then?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"I'm Sirius!"

"I'm being serious too, Harry. Tell me what happened."

"No, damnit! I mean, I - am - Sirius – Black."