Umm, I' trying to update this at least once a month, so you can pretty much count on that. However, I started writing a crossover (it's HP/something with Kid Flash) so that'll take up a bit of my time.

"So, let me get this straight," Draco said, sitting in, apparently, Harry Potter and Sirius Black's living room. "You're Harry Potter, your godfather is Sirius Black, he's in the next room, and he never actually murdered anyone?" Harry nodded obligingly.

"I'm dreaming." Draco muttered. "That is the only possible explanation for this, and I'm going to have to punish Monny for putting whatever she put in my drink, because there is no way I could think of this myself, it's too insane, and if I don't wake up soon..." He glared at his arm, which he was pinching. It wasn't waking him up.

Neville, sitting in the other armchair, said, "Here, I'll do it." He walked over to Draco, and pinched him.

The scene faded away...

~*v{o}v*~

Draco Malfoy shot up in his bed with the silk sheets and satin pillows, pale (not that that was anything new) and sweaty. "Thank goodness it was only a dream. MONNY!"

~*v{o}v*~

Hahaha, NO.

~*v{o}v*~

In Draco's eyes, at least. The pinching (or more likely the stress on his delicate constitution) had made him pass out.

Neville looked at him, unimpressed. "You know, it's really sad that he fainted before me." Harry nodded sagely.

They sat in silence for a minute, then Harry brightened up. "I should introduce you to Sirius!" And with no fanfare at all, he yelled, "OI, SIRI! I MADE PANCAKES!"

A minute later, a bleary eyed person who looked nothing at all like the Sirius Black Neville knew about stumbled out of a side hallway. He didn't look much like anyone, actually, as his hair was tussled he had sleep in his eyes and he was hugging a blanket to his chest. "It's too early to be alive," He groaned, then promptly collapsed into a conveniently placed armchair.

Harry skipped over, and I'm talking literally, and flopped into Sirius' lap. "Hi! I actually just told Neville Longbottom and Draco Malfoy our joint life stories and Dumbledore is most likely about to figure it out, so our cover is pretty much blown."

Sirius moaned, "Okay, great. Now gimme some pancakes."

Neville looked dumbstruck.

Harry just grabbed one of his wands out of some obscure pocket and calmly cast Aguamenti.

It didn't work. The water evaporated just as it touched Sirius. He yawned.

Harry pouted, and turned to Neville. "You see what he does? He doesn't even have the decency to let me wake him up good and proper, he puts a shield on. Gosh. Way to be wimpy."

"Who you talkin' to, Harry?" Sirius slurred. "You better notta gotten a hot girl to slap me again."

Harry grinned. "Nope. Just my dear friend, Neville Longbottom."

Sirius subsided into his chair. "That's good."

It was only after Harry had actually given Sirius a cup of coffee and a frozen pancake that he actually woke up enough to figure out what Harry had said.

Sirius suddenly shot up, having finished his coffee. "Wait... Why is Neville here? Is that Draco? What's going on?"

Harry pouted. "I told you already. I just told them our joint life stories and Dumbledore is about to figure it out! Jeez!"

Sirius said, "And you're not worried?" while desperately trying to think of something he could do. "Also, no periwinkle for a month for telling your friends the truth."

"But Siri!" Harry groaned.

"No." Sirius replied. "Is there any way at all to save the situation?"

A head shake.

"Righto..."

~*v{o}v*~

Albus (insert lots of middle names) Dumbledore looked at Remus Lupin.

Remus Lupin looked back.

It transgressed into a staring contest.

Remus gave in.

"Oh, fine. Yes, I've been in contact with Sirius Black and Harry Potter for some time now, and no, they're not evil." Dumbledore grinned at getting Remus to crack, and didn't think about the 'not evil' thing. He'd been considering it as a fairly likely option, after all.

Remus continued. "Sirius wasn't the secret keeper, Peter was. I'm telling a story so don't interrupt." He scowled at the Headmaster, who smiled sheepishly. "Actually, Sirius was the secret keeper at first but because of the missions you sent me on-" Albus at least had the decency to look ashamed- "they didn't trust me, thought me a spy, and didn't tell me. You should also know that all of us are Animagus, excluding me, of course-it was to help me as a werewolf. James is a stag, Sirius is a black dog, and Peter..." Hate flared in his eyes. "Peter is a rat. So Sirius went running straight into his arms, and Peter called him the traitor and blew up the street, transforming into what he is, a rat. Sirius was left laughing... And he was sent to Azkaban, with too much evidence to discount him and no one to believe his innocent. Meanwhile, Harry was sent to the Dursleys, who mistreated him, as you would have found out if you had ever checked." Albus looked sad.

Remus continued, "When Harry was a toddler, Sirius escaped as a emaciated dog-Dementors have less affect on animals-and somehow managed to swim across and rescue Harry from the Dursleys, although it must have been torture with his energy levels at the time. Then they fled to the mainland, and later contacted me and told me all this, when they moved back. They've since been living happily somewhere in London. I know their Floo address, but I'm not telling you until you are sworn to secrecy. Which I should have done in the first place." Remus gave Dumbledore a look.

"Oh, my." Was all Dumbledore said. After recovering his faith in humanity, he asked, "Wouldn't you rather have me prove him innocent?"

Remus shook his head. "Harry and Sirius are both perfectly happy. Well, I'm sure Sirius would like being considered innocent, and Harry would probably like Hogwarts, but..." Remus sighed, having just figured out that there wasn't really a good reason to not do both of those things, now that they had the chance. "Well, I guess Harry's second year is starting soon..."

I think this is a little shorter than usual, but there really wasn't a good reason to make it longer. So.