A/N: Hello again and welcome to the next chapter of this amazingly brilliant fic… well maybe not amazingly brilliant, possibly just good, or ok, or not too good, or complete crap. You choose. Thanks to my 2 reviewers, you guys rock! Not much thanks to the rest of you. I can see on my hits thing that over 450 people have read this. And only 2 managed to review. That is very upsetting; excuse me while I go over to the corner and cry…

Ok im back, but seriously… come on you got to be able to do better than that!

Anyway, complaining session over, here's chapter 4 (or 5)…

Regular- Sirius

Bold- Harry

Italics- Hermione

(This is just for the conversation in the DoM because it will get boring if I keep having to say who's saying what)

Chapter 4

Hermione apparated outside Harry and Remus' house and ran in.

"HARRY! HARRY WHERE ARE YOU?"

"Don't shout Hermione. He's not here"

Hermione spun round and saw Remus standing behind her.

"Well where is he then?" she was beginning to get impatient. She needed to find him. She needed to tell him about Sirius.

"He's out. I'm not sure where. What's wrong?"

"I need to find him, I have to tell him something really important." She wondered whether she should tell Remus and get him to help but somehow she felt it would be better to tell Harry first.

"He might be at the leaky cauldron. He sometimes goes th…"

Remus didn't get time to finish his sentence before Hermione disappeared out the door.

The Leaky Cauldron was just as crowded as always and Hermione had no idea how she was supposed to find Harry in there.

She pushed her way to the bar asked yelled to the bartender over the shouts of the customers.

"Have you seen a man come in here? Dark hair, green eyes, weird shaped scar on his head, quite tall…"

She thought she would have to go into more details but the bartender nodded.

"Mr. Potter is over there." The man pointed to a dark corner at the far end of the pub.

Harry was with a tall blonde girl with huge boobs that were obviously fake. He looked very drunk.

She elbowed through the crowd towards him. When she reached him she tapped the blonde girl on the shoulder.

"Excuse me," she said very politely "but would you mind leaving so I can talk to my friend"

Unfortunately, the other girl had also had quite a lot to drink and was not in the mood for being polite.

"No, I was here first, find your own guy. Besides," the girl put her arms seductively around Harry's neck "Harry doesn't want me to go. Do you babe?" she started kissing Harry's neck and nibbling his ear. Hermione glared at her.

"Harry, I REALLY need to talk to you. Now."

"Go away 'mione, can't you see im busy?" Harry was slurring his words together.

The blonde girl, who was still draped around his neck, smirked at Hermione.

"Yeah, 'mione" She sneered "go away, we're gonna be busy here for a while." She giggled and turned her back to Hermione.

Hermione sighed and gave up. Why did everything have to be so difficult? Suddenly she was hit by a brainwave. She turned back and spoke to Harry and the other girl.

"Ok, I will go. I just wanted to tell Harry that his boyfriend just died in a tragic quidditch accident." She turned away grinning and waited outside the pub door to listen to the blonde girl shout:

"YOU'RE GAY! YOU PIG!" She could vaguely hear Harry shouting something after her about not having a boyfriend but she clearly didn't believe him as two minutes later she had stormed out of the pub looking like she wanted to kill someone.

Hermione smiled and apparated back to Grimmauld place.

Half an hour after the incident in the Leaky Cauldron, Harry returned. He seemed slightly more sober… And very angry.

"Why did you do that!"

" I need to talk to you"

"I don't care, you had no right to say that. It was a complete lie!"

"I know but…"

"What could possibly be that important?"

"Why do you mind so much. You're gay anyway. It's not like that was going to go anywhere"

"So? That was probably the only chance im going to get to get laid all week. Doesn't matter who it is. A man has needs you know."

"Ok ok I get it"

"Good so what is this thing you needed to tell me?"

"Well… I found Sirius"

Harry and Hermione had made it back to the Department of mysteries in record time. It had only taken Hermione a few minutes to explain the situation and Harry was too anxious to get there to be bothered with any details.

Sirius had only been waiting for Hermione to return for a few hours but to him it felt like an eternity. When them enter the department he could only see Hermione at first as Harry was wearing dark clothes and the room was covered in shadow. When he did, at last see him, he could barely recognise him as the boy he had left 6 years ago.

He was taller and his body was more toned from the war. He was tanned ad his hair had grown longer, although it still had the same messed up look to it. He had a tattoo on his arm and a dragon's tooth earring. Sirius was so surprised by the change in his godson that he almost forgot to answer when Hermione asked if he was still there. Then he felt embarrassed for being so thick and answered back snappishly.

"Yes, of course im still here. Where, exactly did you think I could have gone?"

"Oh right sorry. Well… err… you can probably see I brought Harry with me, we are going to try and get you out, aren't we Harry. HARRY!"

Harry snapped his eyes open. The alcohol he had drunk earlier was starting to take effect and he was struggling to stay awake

"Yeah, where is he anyway? I can't hear him. Sirius?"

"What's wrong with him?"

"Oh, he's just a little bit drunk. I didn't have enough time to get him a sobering potion"

"Right, so how are you planning on getting me out of here?"

"Urmmm… see well that's the thing… I really don't know"

"Where is he?"

"Harry, look at the writing"

"oh… that's him?"

"Yes"

"ok"

"Do you have any ideas about getting him out?"

"Pull the curtain back?"

"Harry, can you please try and think with the part of your brain that isn't drunk. That is too obvious. Sirius must have tried that already"

"Actually I haven't."

"You didn't try opening the curtain?"

"No…"

"Has anyone else?"

"No…"

"WELL TRY IT THEN!"

Sirius reached out and touched the veil feeling a bit stupid. What if he had just spent 6 years sitting back here when all he had to do was pull the veil back? He took a deep breath and prayed that it would work and tugged the black material.

At first it seemed like it wasn't to move then suddenly it swung open and Sirius fell on the floor of the Department of Mysteries.

Harry stopped falling asleep and stared at the man lying on the floor looking completely stunned. Then he passed out into Hermione's arms.

Sirius stood up and brushed the dust of his clothes.

"So… where do we go now?"

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