A lot of this chapter has been taken from POA book.
Quidditch was on everyone's mind for the next few weeks. Slytherin narrowly defeated Ravenclaw which, according to Oliver was a good thing. If Gryffindor could beat Ravenclaw in the next match, Gryffindor would be second.
He didn't get the Firebolt back from Mcgonagall until a few days before that match. All his dorm-mates and teammates were excited, and couldn't stop exclaiming over the new broom. Harry often stayed behind after practice, just to get the feel of the broom.
The only other thing that was on Harry's mind was Ron. He'd gone to find Scabbers just after Christmas, having got him some rat tonic the last time he was at Hogsmeade. He'd gone to the dorm then came charging back down, confronting Hermione with several ginger hairs he'd found amongst his things. Scabbers was missing, presumed eaten.
Fred and George tried to cheer Ron up, but he was too miserable and he was taking it out on Hermione. Harry tried to stay neutral, which was pretty easy because he was so busy. What with Quidditch practice and his Anti-Dementor lessons, any spare time he had left was to do his homework.
Hermione always seemed to have ten different homework assignments going on at once. She snapped if you interrupted her, and was quite short tempered. She and Ron were not talking, both admitting to Harry that they were waiting for the other one to apologise.
Harry sighed as he measured the length of his latest assignment. Ten inches, perfect. He rolled it up and shoved it in his bag. His mind then turned to his and Ginny's last lesson with Professor Lupin.
He'd been a bit disappointed that the mist and the shape from his wand hadn't really improved. It had taken Ginny a bit longer, but she was also producing a mist from her wand. After the first time of seeing young Tom Riddle come out of the cupboard, Harry had his first nightmare about the Chamber of Secrets since the year before. When he noted the dark circles under Ginny's eyes, he suspected the same for her. Despite knowing that Ginny would hex him for doing so, he sought out Tracy Davis and asked her to keep an eye out for Ginny when they were in the Slytherin dorms.
Ron and Hemione's animosity only increased when, with Ron's encouragement, Harry decided to go to Hogsmeade when the next visit was announced. Hermione didn't think Harry should go, and they argued again. There had been no new sightings of Sirius Black, but Harry took his Invisibility cloak with him just in case. He and Ron pranked Draco and his goons when they heard them going on about Hagrid. Harry ended up pelting Draco with mud.
Hermione was waiting for them when they returned, a letter from Hagrid in her hand. She was in tears.
"Hagrid lost the case. They're going to execute Buckbeat."
"What?" gasped Ron and Harry. They had completely forgotten all about it.
"Malfoy's dad got to them, he frightened the committee. You know what he's like. There'll be an appeal, but, oh, I don't know, nothing will have changed," cried Hermione.
"Yes there will. I'll help you, Hermione, I promise," said Ron.
"Ginny helped me last time. She's as upset as me," said Hermione.
Ron scoffed. "Yeah right. She probably fed you wrong information, anything to help her Slytherin friends."
"What is wrong with you?" cried Hermione, pushing him aside. "She's your sister, and my friend. She helped me, Ron. We both tried to help Hagrid."
"Hmmph," grunted Ron. "Let's go and chat with Hagrid. Just the three of us."
Hermione rolled her eyes and they headed down to Hagrid's cabin. On the way, they passed Draco, clutching his face. His goons, Crabbe and Goyle stood either side of him.
"What happened to you, Malfoy?" asked Ron.
"Your bitch of a sister, that's what. She's down there, with that pathetic excuse for a teacher," spat Draco.
"Shut up," yelled Hermione, "You foul, loathsome creature." She pulled her fist back and punched him in the eye. She then pulled her wand out on him, and his goons backed him away.
"All right, we're going," said Goyle, pulling Draco's arm to lead him away.
"That felt good," sighed Hermione, putting her wand away.
"Wow, Hermione, that was bloody brilliant," said Ron, in awe. They continued on their way.
When they got to Hagrid's cottage, Ginny was already there, making him some tea. She smiled sympathetically at Hermione, although she laughed and cheered her on for hitting Draco. She admitted to hexing him with her famous Bat-Bogey hex earlier.
"So, not a good day to be Draco Malfoy," quipped Harry.
"I don't think any day is a good day to be him, to be honest," said Ginny, turning serious.
"Oh, here we go, sticking up for your Snake boyfriend," snapped Ron.
Ginny looked hurt. "No, I-"
"Why are you even here, Ginny?" he demanded.
"Ron!" cried Hermione, shocked.
"Easy now, Ron," admonished Hagrid.
"We're here now. Why don't you go and find your doggie," said Ron.
Ginny turned to Harry. "You told him?" Her eyes showed how hurt she was.
"I'm sorry, it slipped out. We were talking about Scabbers and Crookshanks and-"started Harry. He'd felt guilty when he'd let it slip one night, but Ron had never mentioned it again.
"Oh, not this again," sighed Hermione.
Ron then turned on her. "Oh, I'm sorry. Should I be doing a happy dance that your damn cat ate my rat?"
"Ron, come on," said Harry.
Ron turned to Harry. "She's only here because she's still got that stupid crush on you."
"Ron," gasped Hermione.
Ginny stood up shakily. "Good bye Hagrid. Please keep me informed and let me know if there's anything I can do." She got up and, without acknowledging the other three, she left.
"You, Ronald Weasley, are a complete ass, you know that," said Hermione, her eyes narrowed. She got up and went after Ginny.
"What?" asked Ron angrily, as Harry and Hagrid stared at him.
"Cup o' tea?" asked Hagrid, trying to change the subject.
Harry sighed. He really wanted to go after Ginny and Hermione. Ron was like a firecracker, ready to go off at any time. It was exhausting trying to keep up with his moods.
Xxxx
The stress of their upcoming Quidditch match and the exams only added to the tension in the Gryffindor common rooms. Oliver Wood kept pulling random team members aside, to discuss a new tactic he's worked out, but by the time practice had come, he'd changed his mind. Luckily for Harry, his only job was to catch the Snitch when they were ahead by fifty points or more.
The morning of the match, the team had walked into the Great Hall to thunderous applause. All the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were rooting for Gryffindor. Harry happened to pass Ginny on his way to the pitch.
"Good luck today, Harry," she said cooly. They hadn't spoken much since the incident at Hagrid's cabin.
"Thanks, I hope you said the same to your team, though," smiled Harry. He'd missed spending time with Ginny. She'd kept up with her Anti-Dementor lessons with Professor Lupin, but Harry had missed the last couple due to needing to study for his upcoming exams.
"Of course," she said, twirling her Slytherin scarf. "I plan to try out for the team next year, you know. I won't be wishing you good luck after that."
"You like to play Quidditch?" asked Harry. "You never said."
"You never asked," she replied.
"Come on, Ginny, we're going down to the pitch," said Astoria, coming from behind her. "Oh, hi Harry."
"Hi. Well, um, guess I'll see you," he said. Ginny nodded, and he watched her walk away.
"Potter, are you coming or what?" hissed Oliver Wood.
"Yeah, I'm coming," sighed Harry.
The celebrations later that night in the Gryffindor common room continued even after Professor Mcgonagall had come in at one in the morining and told them enough was enough.
Harry knew, if he faced a Dementor right then and there, he would blow that sucker out of the water.
Xxxx
The euphoria from the Quidditch match lasted for about a week before the exam fever hit. Everyone was cramming books and revising like crazy. Harry saw Hermione speaking with Ginny, and she returned to Gryffindor Tower to tell him and Ron that someone from the Ministry of Magic was coming to Hogwarts on the last day of their exams for Buckbeak's appeal.
Harry and Ron's final exam on the day of the appeal was Divination, while Hermione's was Muggle Studies. Hermione finished first and went out to wait for the boys. It was late afternoon.
They agreed that Harry and Ron would go down to Hagrid's hut under the Invisibility Cloak. Hagrid hadn't wanted them to come, but they wouldn't let their friend down. Hagrid himself was almost in a daze.
"Where's Buckbeak, Hagrid?" asked Hermione.
"Outside in me pumpkin patch. Thought he should see the trees and get some fresh air, you know before...before..." He dropped the water jug he'd been holding and it fell and smashed on the floor.
"Reparo," said Harry. Hermione went to grab a cloth to clean up the mess. She looked in a cupboard and let out a squeal.
"Ron! You'll never guess-it's Scabbers!" she cried. She carried a jug to the table and tipped it upside down. With a squeak, Scabbers the rat tumbled out onto the table.
"Scabbers? What are you doing here?" asked Ron, picking him up.
The rat squeaked, and tried to get free. He looked even worse than at Christmas time; being thinner and losing even more hair.
Hagrid, who had been looking out the window, suddenly paled. "They're coming. You lot better get going."
Hermione hugged Hagrid and hurried out, sniffling. Ron and Harry gave Hagrid a sympathetic smile, the former shoving his rat in his pocket. They went around the side of the house, hearing muffled voices. Even though it was getting darker, they didn't dare light their wands.
"Please, can we go? I can't stand it," begged Hermione.
Ron gripped her hand and squeezed. He led them away, back up to the castle. They met Ginny, who was racing down.
"I just finished my exam. Have you seen Hagrid?" she asked fearfully.
The three nodded at her, unable to speak. Finally Harry spoke. "They're down there, now."
"Come on," implored Hermione.
The four set off back towards the castle. Ron was leading the way, with the two girls in between him and Harry. So when Ron suddenly stopped, they all crashed into each other.
"Ron-what?" asked Hermione, looking over her shoulder towards Hagrid's cabin.
"It's Scabbers, ouch-he won't stay put. Damn it, dumb rat,"grumbled Ron.
"Please Ron," begged Hermione. The men's voices were louder now.
They walked forward again for about ten steps when Ron stopped again. "Scabbers, enough. Shit, I can't hold him." The rat was squealing and wriggling in Ron's hands.
While Hermione, Ginny and Harry watched Ron struggling to hold the rat, in the silence, there was a woosh, then an unmistakeable thud.
"They did it," whispered Ginny. She turned to Harry and buried her face against his neck.
"I can't believe it," whispered Hermione. She put her arms around Ron's neck. "How could they?"
"We have to go," said Harry, his arm around Ginny.
They heard the sound of howling. Ginny and Hermione looked up. "Hagrid," they both said, and started to turn back.
"No, we can't. He wouldn't want you to see him like that," said Harry. "Let's go."
The two couples walked silently for a minute, except for the girl's sniffles. Then Ron exclaimed. "Scabbers! Bloody hell, he bit me."
The rat was clearly terrified, and was desperately trying to get free from Ron's tight grasp. Harry looked around and saw the reason. Crookshanks was heading for them.
"We need to get away. Fudge will be coming this way soon," said Ginny, grabbing Harry's hand and pulling him.
"Scabbers-NO!" cried Ron, reaching out as the rat managed to wriggle enough to get out of Ron's grip. He fell to the ground and immediately made a run for it. Crookshanks took off in pursuit.
Ron took off after his rat, and the others had no choice but to follow. He leaped on him, and grabbed his rat again.
"Get away, damn cat. Scabbers, stop." growled Ron.
"Crookshanks, come here," called Hermione.
"Snuffles?" said Ginny, looking over Harry's shoulder. He turned, and saw the dog running toward him. Whereas all the other times he'd seemed friendly, this time he seemed angry. Harry pulled Ginny closer to him as the dog charged past them. He took a leap and landed on Ron. He then started to drag him away.
"Ron," cried Ginny, running after him. "Snuffles, stop!"
Out of nowhere, something hit Harry so hard that he fell over. He heard a couple of cries; it sounded like Hermione and Ginny had been hit too.
"Lumos," cried Harry, after he had grappled for his wand. Both he and Hermione looked around.
"Oh, Harry, it's the Whomping Willow. Look out," she cried, ducking in time. However, another branch swung around and lifted her off the ground.
Harry was too busy looking out for Ron and Ginny. Ginny was darting between branches, trying to get to Ron. Being smaller than the others gave her an advantage. She lurched but just missed as Ron disappeared down a hole with the dog. She then had to duck as the branches swirled around her.
Harry was about to head for her when something picked him up. It was Hermione, yelling as she was being tossed around. She had grabbed the back of his jacket, and the two of them were now being thrown around like they were on the back of a bucking bronco.
"Harry. Get to Ron," yelled Hermione.
"How?" cried Harry, just as she let go. She had timed it perfectly, pushing him in the direction of the hole that Ron had gone down. Ginny was nowhere in sight.
"Aaaahhh," cried Harry, as he slid down the hole. "Oof," he called, as he came out the very end. He landed on something soft and flowery.
"Get off me, Harry," growled Ginny.
"Sorry, I didn't-oof," cried Harry, as Hermione came down and landed on him, pushing him back onto Ginny.
"Where's Ron?" she immediately asked.
"I saw Snuffles take him that way," pointed Ginny.
"Good aim, by the way, Hermione," said Harry, rubbing his back where she had landed on him.
"Crookshanks-he stopped the tree somehow," admitted Hermione. "I don't know how, or-"
"He's friends with the dog," said Harry, grimly. "We've seen them together, haven't we." Ginny nodded.
"Come on," she said, leading the way.
They walked without talking throughout the tunnel. At some stage it seemed to rise, and then it twisted. They came to a small opening, and they could see a dim light through it.
They each took a deep breath before going through the opening. It was a small room, with badly peeling wallpaper and old furniture. Nearly everything in the room was broken, in fact, it looked like it had been torn to shreds.
"Harry, I think we're in the Shrieking Shack," said Hermione.
Above them they heard the sounds of someone moving around. They heard a moan, then the sound of purring.
The three of them crept out into the hall and up the stairs. A light under a closed door told them where the noise was coming from. With a quick look and a nod, Harry kicked the door in.
Ron lay on a bed in the room, clutching at his leg. Crookshanks calmly washed himself, purring at seeing Hermione. They rushed to the bed.
"Ron, are you okay?" asked Hermione.
"Where's the dog?" asked Harry.
"Not a dog," groaned Ron in pain. He pointed over their shoulders. "It's a trap. It's him-he's an Animagus. It's Sirius Black."
Ginny, Harry and Hermione spun around. A man, with matted hair and dirty clothes stood behind the door. His yellow teeth were bared in a grin.
"Expelliarmus," he cried, grabbing all their wands as they flew through the air. His eyes focused on Harry.
"I knew you'd come to help your friend. It's what your father would have done," he said hoarsely.
A white rage ran over Harry. How dare this man talk about his father? For the first time, Harry felt a need to attack; to kill. It was only the hands of his friends that stopped him.
"No, Harry," begged Hermione. Ginny clutched his arm into hers. Ron hobbled off the bed.
"If you want to kill Harry, you'll have to kill us, too," he said bravely.
"Lie down, or you'll damage that leg more," said Sirius to Ron. "I don't want to hurt you-any of you. Just hand over that rat."
"YOU KILLED MY PARENTS," yelled Harry, in such a rage. He shrugged off Ginny'a hands and ignored Hermione and Ron's cried and lunged for Black.
He had no plans, he just wanted to inflict pain. Sirius didn't have time to put up any defensive shields, when Harry latched onto Sirius' wrist. In his weakened condition, Sirius grimaced, flinging the wands in the air. Sirius reached out and wrapped his free hand around Harry's throat.
"No," yelled Ginny, kicking out at Sirius. He grimaced in pain, letting go of Harry. Sparks from the wands just missed Hermione and Ron. Ron reached across to try and get the fallen wands. Crookshanks jumped on his hand, scratching and spitting. He dug his claws into Ron's hand, causing him to yell in pain.
Harry grabbed his wand and stood up, bunching Ron, Ginny and Hermione behind him. His wand extended, he walked towards Sirius, their eyes locked.
"Going to kill me, Harry?" he asked quietly.
"You killed my parents," said Harry. "You sold them out to Voldemort."
The sounds of footsteps had no effect on Harry and Sirius. They kept staring at each other, Harry's wand aimed at Sirius' heart.
"We're up here. Help! It's Sirius Black," cried Hermione.
Professor Lupin burst through the door. In a millisecond, he saw Ron drop to the bed, clutching his leg. Hermione and Ginny were huddled together, and Harry-
"Expelliarmus," cried Remus, grasping Harry's wand as it sailed towards him. Harry gasped. What was going on?
"Where is he, Sirius?" asked Remus. Sirius looked at Remus then pointed to Ron.
"But that would mean- unless he was the one?- unless you switched...without telling me?" blustered Remus.
Sirius slowly nodded. Remus walked past Harry, and embraced Sirius. "My friend."
"I don't believe this," cried Hermione. "He's a werewolf! He's been helping Sirius Black get into the castle."
"No. That's not entirely true. I never helped Sirius get into the castle. But I am a werewolf," he said, resignedly.
Harry, Ginny and Ron let out a gasp.
"How long have you known?" he asked Hermione.
"Since Professor Snape took over one of your lessons when you were 'sick'. It was about werewolves. Then there was your Boggart. The silvery orb. It was the moon, wasn't it?" she asked.
Remus laughed without mirth. "You are the cleverest witch of your age, Hermione."
"How did you know we were here?" asked Ginny.
"The Marauders Map. I confiscated it off Harry a few weeks ago. It was in my office and-"
"You know how to work it?" asked Harry.
"Of course, I helped write it. I'm Moony," said Remus, shaking his hand as if to say it was not important. "You were probably wearing your father's Invisibility Cloak when you lot went to visit Hagrid, so I-"
"You know about the cloak?" asked Harry.
"Of course we know about the cloak," rasped Sirius, his eyes fixed on Ron, who shifted uncomfortably.
"Three of you went down to visit Hagrid, yet four of you left his cabin. As you were coming back from Hagrid's, you met up with your sister, Ron," said Remus.
Sirius's eyes softened as he looked upon Ginny, standing protectively over Ron. "You saved me. If it weren't for you, I would have starved. Thank you."
Ginny's face flushed. "Snuffles? I-I-" She couldn't think of what to say, her mind was going a million miles a minute trying to catch up.
"What do you mean, three of us went down, yet four of us left?" asked Harry.
Remus and Sirius moved closer to Ron. Ginny and Hermione blocked them. "We need to see that rat."
"What-Scabbers? What's he got to do with it?" asked Ron.
"That's not a rat. It's a wizard," said Remus.
"An Animagus, by the name of-"
"Peter Pettigrew," breathed Ginny. Sirius and Harry looked at her, then Sirius nodded.
"He's not Pettigrew, he's Scabbers," yelled Ron, wincing in pain. Scabbers squeaked, again trying desperately to get away. Sirius drew a wand.
Remus grabbed his arm. "No-wait. You owe Harry the truth. For James and Lily's sake."
"There'll be time for that while we wait for the Dementors. They're hungry, Black. They'll be coming for you to give you the Kiss," said Professor Snape, standing in the doorway.
"Snivellus," snarled Sirius, taking a step toward his old foe.
"Give me a reason," said Snape, in a deathly quiet voice. Harry could feel the hatred between the two men.
"Harry deserves to know the truth," said Ginny.
"Shut up, you silly girl," said Snape. Instead of backing down, Ginny looked even more determined.
"Sirius Black never got a trial. I believe Professor Lupin, and I want to know about Scabbers," she said, strongly.
"He's just like Black. You can't trust him, he's a werewolf," sneered Snape.
"I've been alone with Professor Lupin heaps of times, and he's never tried to hurt me," said Harry.
"Shut Up, Potter. You're as pathetic as your father. Always thinking you and your friends can break all the rules, even the ones that are there to protect you. How many times have you been told to stay close to the castle? All the professors have been watching over you, and what do you do? Use your father's cloak to sneak out-to Hogsmeade, to Hagrid's. The Dementors around the school are here for your protection, you stupid boy. Now-get out of my way!" He drew his wand.
"Expelliarmus," cried Remus, Ginny and Hermione. Hit by the three spells, Snape flew into the air, then lay slumped in the corner.
"We attacked a teacher...we attacked a teacher," mumbled Hermione.
"Thank you, Harry," said Remus gratefully.
"I'm not saying I believe you. I want to hear what you've got to say," said Harry.
"You can start by handing over that rat," said Sirius.
"Scabbers can't be Pettigrew. He's been in my family for ages," said Ron weakly.
"I'd guess about twelve years," said Remus. "He's not looking too good. Peter, my old friend," he sneered, "you look ill." The rat quivered.
"Ron, if he really is a rat, nothing will change," reminded Ginny. She took Scabbers from Ron's hands and handed him to Professor Lupin. The rat squealed.
"Ready, Sirius?" asked Remus, holding the rat out.
Sirius came closer, looking intently at the rat. "Together," he said, quietly, but with force.
"One, two, three...
xxxx
Ginny lay in the Infirmary, resting her broken ankle. She watched in amazement as Hermione and Harry re-appeared in the room, when seconds ago, they just left.
"How did you...you just...what's going on?" asked Ron, bewildered. His leg was resting on a pillow, to allow the break to heal properly.
Hermione sat on Ron's bed, explaining all about the Time Turner she'd been using all year. How she and Harry had gone back in time, just long enough to let Sirius escape on Buckbeat.
Ginny lay back, listening to Hermion'e concise report of the night she and Harry had had. Harry sat on her bed. "You all right?" he asked softly.
Ginny nodded. "You found out quite a bit about your family tonight," she said. "How are you?"
Harry sighed, the events of the night had tired him. "I conjured a Patronus tonight. A real Patronus; a stag, like my Dad's."
"That's amazing," said Ginny, smiling proudly at him. Harry felt a fluttering in his chest. No-one had looked at him like that before.
"Sirius, he wanted me to thank you," said Harry, handing her some chocolate.
"How do you feel about him now?" asked Ginny, accepting the offer.
"He's my godfather. He said, if he can clear his name, I can go and live with him. No more Dursley's," whispered Harry, almost to himself.
"That's great, Harry. He'd be able to tell you so much more about your parents," said Ginny, squeezing his hand.
Harry smiled, squeezing back.
"Harry, we really should head back to Gryffindor Tower," said Hermione. She fussed over Ron in his bed, straightening the covers and making sure he had water close to hand.
"I guess I should go," said Harry, reluctantly. He didn't feel like leaving her tonight.
"Harry, I-" Ginny reached up and hugged him for a minute. She pulled away. "Good night."
"Night Gin," he said. He saw Ron and Hermione watching them closely. He flushed. "Night Ron. We'll be back in the morning, first thing."
"Night Harry, Hermione," said Ron, looking between Harry and Ginny. He smiled at Hermione.
At the door, Harry stopped and looked back. Ginny was watching him, and she smiled at him. He smiled back, and left the room.
"I wish we could have stayed there with them, don't you?" asked Hermione.
"Hmm, oh, yeah," said Harry.
"I wonder where Snuffles is now," mused Hermione.
"Far away, I hope," said Harry.
They walked in silence back to the tower, stopping to hug each other in the common room before going to their dormitories.
Harry and Hermione were able to share their breakfast in the Infirmary with Ron and Ginny the next morning, so they missed the announcement that Professor Lupin was leaving the school. Apparantly Professor Snape had felt it necessary to share the news of his 'affliction' with the word quickly got around. Remus was left with no choice but to resign. Harry and Ginny went to visit him. They found him packing.
"I don't want you to go," said Harry.
"By tomorrow, owls will be arriving from parents, protesting that their children are being taught by a werwolf, and they'd be right. Last night showed me how reckless I've been. One missed potion, and I could have hurt you all last night. I can't risk it, Harry," sighed Remus. He closed his suitcase.
He opened a drawer and took out a familiar piece of parchment. "As I am no longer your teacher, I have no qualms about returning this to you. It's no use to me, and I'm sure you and your friends will put it to good use."
Harry and Ginny shared a grin.
"Will you meet up with Snuffles; help him clear his name?" asked Ginny.
"I hope so. I still can't believe, all these years I blamed him..." Remus shook with emotion.
A knock at the door showed Professor Dumbledore. He didn't seem surprised to see Harry and Ginny there. "Your carriage is at the gate, Remus."
"Thank you, Headmaster," said Remus. He smiled at Harry. "I feel sure we'll meet again some time. Goodbye."
He shook hands with Harry, Ginny and Dumbledore and quickly left.
"He shouldn't leave alone," said Ginny. She followed after him.
Xxxx
The last week of term passed quickly. Professor Lupin's departure was still a topic of interest, as was his possible replacement. Harry's mind was still thinking about the ramifications of Peter getting away again.
Their exams results came through on the day before they left. They had all passed, even Hermione with all the subjects she had been taking. She confided she had handed back the Time Turner, and cut back two of her subjects for next year.
As they shared a compartment with Ginny on the way home, Harry was still reading the letter he'd received from Sirius that morning. He'd taken Sirius' signed Hogsmeade permission slip to Professor Mcgonagall first thing.
"So Harry, it's the Quidditch World Cup this summer. What do you reckon? Dad can usually get tickets," said Ron.
"Sounds good," said Harry. Especially if it meant getting away from the Dursley's earlier.
Harry hoped that wherever Sirius was, he was working out a way to clear his name. If he could live with Sirius it would be like being a part of a family. His family.