Harry and Ron sagged into the two hard chairs in front of Professor Black's huge cherry desk. The lanky professor went around to the other side and leaned back in the large leather wingback, putting his feet lazily on the shiny desktop. His grey eyes were fixed on his godson's, amusement fighting its way to the surface as he looked at the frustrated young man. It was hard for him to fight his amusement when he looked at the two in front of him. They reminded him so much of himself and James in the good old days. Fighting the urge to clap the perturbed young man on the back and give him a pat on the back for mischief well managed. Putting on the most authoritative attitude he could muster, he began the questioning. "So," he said, folding his hands behind his head, "care to explain?"

"Not really," Harry muttered, his voice icy.

Sirius cringed a bit. Harry had been angry with him ever since he and the rest of the Potters had come to live at his house that summer. He suspected that Harry was angry with him for refusing his pleas for information. It was Order secrets, confidential, he had told the young man, who continued to argue for over an hour. James, Lily and he had agreed that it would be best to keep Harry and the other children in the dark. Still, he sighed heavily as he was pierced with a glare that was so like Lily's. "Come, now Harry, what was that about?"

Ron was sitting silently watching the exchange, his eyes shifting between the two uncomfortably. Confusion showed on his face at his best friend's indifference to his godfather. They had always gotten on so well. "How did you find us?" Ron asked cautiously breaking the silence.

Sirius pulled out a large sheet of parchment, laying it carefully on the otherwise empty desktop. Ron looked down to a slightly newer version of the marauders map. It was quite a bit larger, however, and took up most of the desktop. All of the same corridors were spreading out lazily across the far right hand side of the map, only a few dots drifting lazily about the white background. However, where their map ended with pathways leading off and down to Hogsmeade, there was now a completely new portion of the map. Hogsmeade now glowed with an outline of green denoting all of the buildings that any secret passageway. Harry, turned away from his glaring finally looked down at the new and improved map. There, in front of Honeydukes, Malfoy was still pacing back and forth in front of the door.

"Where did you get this?" Harry asked, fascinated beyond his anger.

"The same place you got yours, Mr. Potter, I made it. Now, answer the question. What were you doing in Hogsmeade?"

The sound of his godfather calling him 'Mr. Potter' stung more then he was willing to let on. He renewed his anger as a shield. "Why did we have to move suddenly this summer?" Harry countered.

Sirius had to hand it to him. The boy had cheek. "You know I can't tell you that, Harry."

"Right," Harry said, nodding and dropping eye contact. "I'm too young. That might have worked this summer in front of the other kids, Sirius, but I'm seventeen. I'm of age."

"You may be, but I am still bound by a promise made with your mother and father."

"SIRIUS! MY FAMILY IS IN DANGER AND NO ONE WILL TELL ME WHAT IS GOING ON!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, standing.

Ron looked up at his friend with wide eyes.

Definitely his mother's temper, Sirius thought. "What were you doing out of bed?"

Harry ran his hands through his hair. "What do you think? I was trying to find out something."

"From whom?"

"Obviously not from the people I trust!" he spat, and began to pace.

"Harry—"

"Sirius! I am old enough to help! I just need to be given the chance."

"You want a chance?"

Harry stopped, meeting his godfather's eye and nodded.

It had come to this. James owes me so much, he thought to himself. Inwardly Sirius was already hating himself for what he was about to do. Taking a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and stood. His eyes were steeled. "You expect me to give you a chance to help save your family? You expect me to trust you? Give you secret information? Sit down!" he hissed dangerously. Harry sat like a scolded puppy.

"Your family, the one you so eagerly want to protect, could have been compromised tonight. You snuck out of school. You risked the safety of yourself, your siblings, not to mention the exposure of the entire school! Harry, you just proved to me that you are so far from ready. For Merlin's sake, you just threw a tantrum!" He ran his hands through his shoulder length hair. Harry looked guiltily down at his shoes. "Listen to me, I am going to be watching you for the next few months. If you can turn around from this teenage spoiled brat angst that you have been throwing my way for something that is not my fault and prove to me that you are ready to be the man that your father needs his son to be right now, I will write to your father on your behalf."

Looking up, green eyes met grey and understanding cooled the heat of the room. Harry nodded. Sirius turned his eyes to Ron, who quickly nodded as well. James never let Sirius forget how important being a best friend was. Sirius wasn't about to let Ron forget either.

"Now," Sirius let the façade of angry mentor fall and settled back into the comfort of his large wingback chair, "I know you learned something. Pray, tell?"

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A/N: So chapter four? Yeah I thought I posted that three days ago and accidentally didn't hit the post button. I'm so sorry! Alright one more chapter and then I have to get writing some more. Enjoy!