A:N:Good afternoon fellow readers! I'm so sorry I wasn't able to update yesterday! My internet was down, so I couldn't get on to Fanfiction!

Well, since I've last left you with a short cliffy, I guess I'm now obligated to write a longer chapter. It is Saturday, so I have time, right?

So, I'll just to tell you now, I'm not going to be continuing the explanation of magic between Sirius and Harry for a little bit. Enjoy!

Recap:"Your mother's name was Lily Evans. Your Father's name was James Potter. On October, 31s,t 1981 your parents were murdered. You were born July 31st 1980. And that scar of yours, is right here." Sirius approached Harry, and stuck a thumb on his forehead, pushing hair away to reveal a lightning bolt shaped scar.

Harry, wide eyed held his hand to his scar, backing up from Sirius.

"My parents were not murdered!" Harry began "They were killed in a car crash!"

"You see that's where you're wrong!" Sirius was angry, he didn't like the fact that Harry had been driven to believe such nonsense.

"Well, if my parents were murdered, how?" Harry proclaimed, "You can't answer that, can you? Because you're lying! I don't think your joke is funny! I want you to leave me alone!"

"Harry, please," Sirius broke to his knees, weak "Harry, I don't want you to think badly of me. I know it is an arduous thing to accept, It's difficult, and you think it's a joke, but it's not. You have to understand that sometimes the truthhurts in some of the most unbearable ways."

Harry didn't have much to say. He sort of stood there, watching Sirius. The man looked pitiful, and he let his head fall with crestfallen shame.

Sirius had been right. This did hurt. His parents, murdered? He still didn't believe it, but Sirius's dissertation was well played.

"Sirius," Harry began "I still don't believe you."

"I'm not surprised."

"If my parents were really murdered, then who killed them... How?"

"I can't tell you. Not until we get out of here."

"Why?"

"Harry, there are some things that you won't understand until you try. You must listen to me. If we don't leave now, I'll get caught."

"Caught? By who? For what?"

"For absolutely nothing. I'm a prisoner, for a iniquity I am not guilty for. If I'm caught, I will be killed."

"Killed?" Harry asked with fear in his eyes, "Then we must go!" Sirius smiled

"Thank you, Harry. I will explain everything later, but right now, we need to find a way out of here."

Without replying, Harry began to amble around the room for an accessible liberation. Behind exhibits, he looked, but there was no way of getting out.

"Why can't we just use the door?"

"We'll be descried, and the Durselys are waiting for you."

"Oh..." Harry replied in a small voice, Harry suddenly spotted a emergency exit door. "Why didn't we see this before?" Harry asked,

"Well, we can start off with the fact it's almost completely hidden by all of those wax figures." Sirius said with wit.

"Well, we must get to moving them, then!" Harry rushed towards the band of red jacket, and began his attempts to heave the heavy figurines away.

"Oh, Harry they are far too ample for you to lift!" Sirius pulled his wand from his pocket. In a altercate stance, he pointed his wand forward.

"Are you going to do magic?" Harry shouted,

"Yes, and not so loud! Hurry outta the way!" Sirius reformed his stance, and took a deep breathe. "Depoulso!" He shouted, with a bellowing a deep euphony.

A red bolt of fulmination absconded from the apex of his wand. Harry's eyes were wide, and a smile appeared on his face as, the wax anatomy fanned away.

"Wow!" Harry declared, "That was brilliant!" Sirius smiled,

"That was merely simple magic."

"No, that was amazing!"

"Ha, ha! I'm flattered," Sirius chuckled, "But we must go! Hurry now!" Sirius cruised toward the exit, followed by Harry.

Sirius disclosed the abundant door, and the two were off, without knowing were they were headed.

A:N: So here is it! No, it is not long, but it's not as short as the last time, and I didn't leave off with a cliffy. So thanks for reading, please review!