So it's time for Chapter 2.

I know it is really quick but I figured I'd get in as much writing as I possibly can before I start classes in the fall.

So this is the first interaction that we will see with Sirius and Harry in this fic. It will be kept light. Remember this is a generally feel good fic. Nothing amazingly horrible will happen… well, at least not so horrible as to kill Harry.

Things are starting to get rolling a bit. I'm still not sure the entire direction but I'm feeling my way around it.

It isn't as long as I had wanted it to be, but I don't think I have the energy to add much more to this chapter.

Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Harry awoke from his slumber. He had only woken up once during the night so it had been a good night.

He stretched as he got out of his bed and blindly reached for his glasses on his nightstand. He made his way over to the bathroom and he washed up, getting ready for the day. He changed his clothes and walked down to the common room where Hermione had already been for about fifteen minutes reading a book.

"Hey, Hermione," said Harry.

Hermione glanced up from her book and smiled warmly.

"Good morning, Harry," Hermione said, "How'd you sleep?"

"Fine," Harry replied, "I was thinking of heading down to breakfast and then visiting Sirius. Do you want to come down with me?"

"Well I'd love to Harry," Hermione said quickly, "but shouldn't we wait for Ron?"

"I would but I'd rather not starve," Harry joked lightly, "It'll take forever to wake him up."

Hermione sighed, "Well I suppose…"

Harry wasn't sure what the problem was, but he guessed that she just didn't want to stop reading her book. He decided to take some pity on his friend.

"Well I'll tell you what," Harry started as he walked towards her, "Why don't I just go down and you can wait for Ron? It'll give you time to read some more of your book."

Harry looked at the cover of the book and found it to have a very interesting title. "The Inner Workings of the Mind." Harry wasn't sure what exactly it covered, but he supposed it was some form of magic. He didn't ask Hermione, because he definitely did not want a thorough explanation of every single detail. That would take longer than Ron waking up.

Hermione, meanwhile, replied, "That sounds fine, Harry. See you later."

Harry waved as he walked out the portrait into the corridor.

Hermione looked at her best friend as he walked out with warmth in her heart. She had never truly seen Harry so at ease. He had gone through so much in his life. She could not imagine what it must have been like growing up without parents. And then he had found out later when he was eleven that they had actually been murdered. And all of his adventures that he'd had since then. Dealing with death and surviving. She knew that Harry was used to surviving. She had always just thought that he should be living. And now Sirius was bringing him a step closer to that. She supposed that a weight had been lifted as soon as Sirius stepped into his life.

But then that got her wondering, what exactly had that weight been?

She knew that he didn't like his relatives. But they honestly couldn't have been that horrible to him... Could they?

She shook the thoughts from her head. She knew she was just over-thinking. She always seemed to do that.

She then stopped her thinking and picked up her book. She figured since Sirius had gone through hell and back, that he might be a little emotionally unstable. So she obtained a book on healing the mind. She had read through it and figured that Sirius seemed to be going through something called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. However, it seemed to be light and with Harry in his life, someone to care for, she figured that Sirius could overcome it with little difficulty. He had already made so many improvements since when they first met, according to the book.

But she also made a surprising discovery. Some of the symptoms in the book also seemed to describe Harry. Of course she had known that the Dursley's would neglect him. She had been horrified to hear that he had bars on his bedroom door keeping him locked in. Ron had told her the story of when he broke Harry out right before second year.

Something had unsettled Hermione, but for Harry's sake she wasn't going to bring anything up and kick up dirt on a forgotten past.

She shook her head and read on in the book, waiting for Ron to finally make an appearance so that she could head to breakfast.

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While Hermione had been thinking and waiting for Ron, Harry went to the Great Hall and ate a small breakfast. After he had finished he raced to Sirius' quarters and skidded to stop in front of the door. He gathered his wits and knocked on the door.

He heard some shuffling on other side. Usually Sirius was up at this time. Hopefully Harry didn't wake him.

He heard the door click as a tired albeit happy Sirius opened it up.

"Harry," Sirius exclaimed.

"Hey Sirius," said Harry as he gave an awkward hand shake/pat on the back. He supposed that was the closest thing he could get to hug.

They both went inside and sat down at Sirius' table. The quarters he was in were very nice. It came with essentially anything – a bedroom, a bathroom, a living room, and even a small dining room.

While not overly lavish it was certainly an improvement to the living conditions to which Sirius had been accustomed.

There was a half eaten breakfast on the table alongside a Daily Prophet. It was clear that Harry had come in while Sirius had been eating. Harry felt a little bad, but saw that Sirius didn't mind and just resumed eating his breakfast.

"So Harry," Sirius said, in between bites, "What brings you to my room so early in the morning?"

Harry didn't want to anger his Godfather so he added an apologetic tone as he spoke.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your breakfast. I can come back later."

Sirius held up his hand as Harry started to get up.

"Don't be silly, Harry," Sirius started, "Of course I'm glad you came. I was just wondering for what reason."

Harry thought. Why did he always want to come here? Sure he was his Godfather, which should be enough reason. Maybe so that he could hear more stories about his parents. Harry thought these would make good answers but he knew that wasn't why.

"I don't know," he started in soft voice, "I guess I just like hanging around with you."

Sirius was touched – to say the least. His eyes grew distant for a moment as he came back to reality.

"Well," Sirius quipped, "You better, because we are going to be spending a lot of time together."

And of course this made Harry deliriously happy. Nothing could make him so deliriously happy than knowing that someone wanted to be with him. It was different from Ron, Hermione, or even Mrs. Weasley. It was just someone that he could be with.

But on the same token, Harry had been hurt before. He wasn't so easy to trust any one. Even if that person seemed to live and die for him.

He'd been hurt before.

Sirius noted Harry's lack of anything to say. Maybe he overstepped his bounds? It wasn't like anything he had said was untrue. On the contrary, Sirius hoped for it. And he hoped that Harry wanted it too.

With that he picked up the Daily Prophet and started reading where he had left off.

Sirius and Harry spent the entire morning together. They joked and laughed. Sirius told him some stories of the Marauder's time.

Harry was beyond content. And Sirius was as well. It seemed that nothing could go wrong. They both knew that there would be difficulties in the future; that is just how life occurred. But at least for now, nothing would go wrong.

"So then, after all the pinactul potion had gotten all over the classroom. We turned to leave but James couldn't because it had burned through his clothes," finished Sirius laughing hysterically.

And Harry joined in. Harry was laughing a lot now. They both were. The entire morning had been that way. It was a nice change and indicator of the things that were to come.

Just then they heard a knock at the door. Sirius got up after wiping a tear away from his eyes and walked over. He opened the door.

It was Professor Dumbledore.

He came in and saw the two of them together and had a twinkling in his eye.

"Why hello Harry," he acknowledged both of them with a nod of his head, "Sirius."

"Hello, Professor," Harry greeted.

"Hello, Professor, to what do we owe this visit?" asked Sirius as he offered him a chair, to which Dumbledore reclined. Instead he conjured up his own chair.

"Well, Sirius" started Dumbledore, "as you are fully aware, the house is almost complete and wards are almost fully in place. We just need you to come over to the house and inspect as well as place the final ward. Since it will be your house, the job can only go to you alone."

Sirius agreed immediately. They would go that afternoon to finish up the house. Then the next day would see Harry and Sirius living there together.

Sirius was happy.

Harry was happy.

Ron had been worried about his friend for a while. Harry might have thought that nobody noticed that he didn't sleep very well, but Ron did. He didn't know why. But it made him worry.

So when Harry bounded into the common room that afternoon all excited, Ron was pleased. Harry started telling him and Hermione that the next day Harry would be moving into his new home with Sirius.

He smiled and laughed. This was a brand new Harry, not the one that swore vengeance, but the one who seemed carefree – if only for that afternoon.

Ron was Harry's best mate and had gone through a decent amount of rough times with Harry. Facing a troll a basilisk, and Voldemort could definitely not have been easy.

Ron was just glad that finally he was able to be with him during the good times.

End of Chapter 2

Next chapter they move into the house and it is full Harry and Sirius for awhile (with small snippets of Remus)

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