First off I am greatly sorry for leaving. I got out of my Harry Potter mood and then the movies ended and I guess I was thrown into an Harry Potter Over kind of depression. But thanks to my sister I have now gotten myself back into the mood of writing Harry Potter and I promise that I am gong to finish most of my stories. I heard that the reading the books are being deleted. I most likely will not continue those but I do plan to finish this story and my other ones. I promise to never leave again!

I hope to update this at least once a week. I think I'll update on Wednesdays. So here is the next chapter. Again I am very sorry for leaving and I understand if some of you have given up on this story.

"Sirius?" Harry gasped.

"In the flesh," Sirius replied with a grin.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked as he stared at him.

Sirius had cleaned up nicely. His face was clean shaven, his hair looked silky smooth, and his bones looked like they had meat on them. He was also wearing a nice black suit.

"First off, since you recognize me it must mean that you have time traveled back in time too. Good thing too because I was still trying to figure out how exactly to explain myself to you. I don't think saying I'm an escape prisoner would have went by well. I'm sure you would have tried to kill me. Anyway, once I fell through the veil I thought everything was done for, but it wasn't. There is a blank period in my memory where I don't really recall what happened. It was just kind of dark. Like when you are asleep. Next thing I know I wake up in my cell in Azkaban. Really horrible place. Filled with those nasty dementors and ugh...well I just knew I had to get out of there again. So I did. Once out I found a newspaper that told me what the date was. I knew it was the summer before your first year of Hogwarts and I wanted to change things," Sirius said. "By the way I'm extremely thirsty. Do you know how hard it was to get here? On my way I got jumped by three different dogs and they didn't want to fight. Mark my words they wanted to play. I have never run so fast in my life."

Harry stared at Sirius. He was happy that he wasn't the only one who went back in time, but something was on his mind. If he and Sirius went back was there anyone else? And why exactly did they go back in time anyway? What was the whole point?

"Sure," Harry replied. "The kitchen is through here."

Harry led Sirius to the kitchen. He stared at Sirius as he gulped down a glass of water. What were they going to do now?

"So Harry," Sirius said wiping water that had dropped onto his chin off. "I was thinking of what to do next. You don't get your Hogwarts letter until another few weeks. Right?"

"Yeah," Harry relied. He did not see where Sirius was going with this. Somehow he knew he wouldn't like where it was going.

"You are going to stay here and let Hagrid come and do his thing like last time," Sirius said.

"Okay and where will you be?" Harry asked pointedly.

"Well, that's for me to know and you to find out. So what do you think?"

"It's a horrible plan!" Harry shouted. "You can't leave me here! I'll die!"

"You didn't die the first time around," Sirius pointed out. "Besides I think you'll be fine. When have I been wrong before?"

Harry could think of a few things. One of them being Peter but he held his tongue. He didn't need Sirius being mad at him. So if Sirius was going to stick him here he might as well have some fun. Maybe he could turn things around with the Dursley's. Did he really want to put forth the effort though?

"Alright Harry, so I have to go. I have a meeting with someone important. See you later!" Sirius said and then made his way out the kitchen door and through the porch. Harry watched as Sirius turned himself into a dog and ran off. Sirius was just in time too because the Dursley's entered the front door at the same time.

Dudley was cheering about something. Harry rolled his eyes. His Uncle and Aunt probably bought Dudley the two most expensive items in the Zoo store. He made his way into the living room. He was right. Dudley was carrying a life size bear statue and a moving wolf stuff animal. Why Dudley wanted those was out of Harry's mind. Dudley never seemed like the stuff animal type.

"Your still here," Vernon said distasteful.

"I know, the kidnapper didn't pull through. He walked in, took a drink of water, and left. But hey on the Brightside I get to stay with you guys!" Harry said with a smile.

It was the wrong thing to say. He was thrown in the cupboard for lying. Which Harry thought was pretty unfair. He didn't lie. He looked around the cupboard. He was starting to get mad at Sirius. He took out a pen and piece of paper (items the Dursley's reluctantly gave Harry for school) and began writing Sirius a strongly worded letter. It never crossed his mind that he didn't have an owl to send it with.

Weeks passed and soon enough it was time for Harry to get his letter. Harry was bored of sitting outside staring at the sky. Cloud watching was fun the first few times but after doing it every day until his letter came was horrible. Although he did see some interesting shapes in the clouds. There was one that slightly resembled his dragon friend from the Twi-wizard tournament. Then there was a cloud that looked like the Grim and Harry was reminded of Professor Trelawney and her claims of him dying. Now if only she could have predicted Harry going back in time. That prediction would have been useful. Then again the prediction she made of the Dark Lord's servant was pretty useful too, except at the time Harry thought she was talking about Sirius but she was actually talking about Peter. It just made a huge mess. Prophecies should just be clear and easy to understand, Harry finally decided. Like instead of The Dark Lord lies alone and friendless…some other words… the servant will set out to rejoin his master the prophecies should be 'the servant of the Dark Lord, Peter Pettigrew, will escape and return to his master. Oh and by the way Sirius Black is innocent.' That would have been so much easier to figure out then Trelawney's crap. Then again Harry wasn't the Master of Prophecies so he wouldn't know.

Now Harry had to wait for the mail to arrive. It was going to be a painful three hours.

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The italic words are from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.