That evening Harry sat at the large table in the Burrow along with all of the Weasleys (minus Bill and Charlie), Hermione, Sirius, and Remus. The amount of the food at the table was phenomenal; there was chicken, roast beef, potato, carrots, turnip, salads, pumpkin pie, and flagons of pumpkin juice. Everyone began serving themselves, when Mrs. Weasley turned to Harry. "Dear, aren't you going to take more than that?" She was frowning at Harry's portions of food which barely took up half of his plate. Glancing over, he looked at how everyone, including Ginny, had at least double what he had.

"This is plenty Mrs. Weasley, thank you," Harry said graciously, not liking the attention of everyone staring at him.

"Nonsense, you're a growing boy and should be eating more than that," she chided him.

"Leave 'im alone mum," Ron said through a mouthful of food. Harry looked at him gratefully as Mrs. Weasley leaned back in a huff. Risking a glance at Sirius, Harry was unable to read the expression on his face. Shrugging mentally, he ate his dinner while getting lost in thought.

Tonight's the night. I have to tell them about me being an Animagus or else I'll chicken out later. I hope that Sirius and Remus won't be mad at me, as that would be hypocritical of them. This gift will come in handy when I'm older, but they'll find out sooner or later, and I'll get in less trouble if I tell them now.

As soon as everyone finished their meals, Harry spoke up. "I have something to tell all of you; except Hermione and Ron who already know."

Everyone grew silent as soon as Harry spoke. "What is it Harry?" Mr. Weasley inquired.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other and then at Harry. "Are you sure you want to tell everyone here Harry?" Ron asked, earning him a look from his mom.

"I trust everyone here enough, and you all deserve to know. However, I'd rather it stay a secret between us." When everyone nodded, Harry continued. "I did something over those two weeks in my room, and I know I probably shouldn't have done it, especially at my age, but what's done is done."

Standing up, Harry allowed the transformation to occur. Where he once stood, was now a large black young dog. Everyone, other than Ron and Hermione, gasped and stood up. "HARRY!" Mrs. Weasley inhaled sharply.

"By God, Harry, what have you done?" Remus said exasperated.

Harry's tail clamped between his legs as he cowered from the angry adults. Sirius' disappointed and angry expression caught Harry right in the heart. Sirius opened his mouth to speak and raised his hand as he did so. But Harry misread the raising of the hand, and was under the impression that Sirius going to hit him, much like the Dursley's had done to him as a child. Sirius saw Harry flinch when he raised his hand and his expression turned sad. Before he could say anything, Harry turned around and left the dining room. "Harry!" Ron and Hermione's voices followed him as he ran back to the room, still in canine form. He felt safer as a dog; his senses were better.

He could hear everyone downstairs arguing. "Why'd you go and yell at him mum?" Ron said loudly.

"You use a nicer tone with me young man. What Harry did was dangerous, and to think you two helped him!" Mrs. Weasley snapped.

"What would you have done if something went wrong with the transformation?" Remus inquired in a softer voice than Mrs. Weasley's. "We aren't going to punish Harry or anything of the sort. He just needs to realize that what he did was dangerous, and foolish."

Harry heard a heavy thump, the sound of someone collapsing in a chair. "He thought I was going to hit him," Sirius' pained voice choked out. "Why would he think that I was going to hit him?!" His voice grew anxious as if a realization settled upon him. Harry felt guilt flood through him at Sirius' heartbroken tone. He then could hear Mrs. Weasley usher all the children from the dining room and into the living area.

"Sirius, it's up to Harry to tell you about his childhood, but don't blame him for being nervous," Hermione's voice said before Harry could hear her and the Weasley children going into the living room. He continued listening to the adults.

"But how could he have thought I was going to harm him? I'd sooner beat myself than hurt him, my own Godson. Dear God, I shouldn't have let Hagrid take him to the Dursleys," Sirius moaned. Harry's heart hurt some more and he knew he should go downstairs, especially since Sirius seemed to have forgotten all about Harry being an illegal Animagus. Standing up, Harry slowly moseyed downstairs, listening to Remus consoling Sirius.

"You can't blame yourself Padfoot. What's done is done, and we can only give Harry a good future, and we'll overlook this one mistake," Remus said. As Harry poked his doggy head into the room, he saw Molly and Arthur leaving through the other dining room entrance. Remus had his arms wrapped around Sirius from behind, and he was standing while Sirius sat.

Harry let out a low whine to announce his arrival before slowly entering the doorway. With his head hung low, and tail clamped between his legs, he knew he was a sorry sight. Remus and Sirius' heads jerked up at the sound he made, and he saw their sad expressions as they took in his apologetic sight. Walking over slowly, Harry watched to see if there were any sudden changes in the two adults. "Harry, I'm sorry," Sirius muttered and he looked sullen. Harry wasn't quite sure what he was apologizing for.

Lifting his head, he tilted it to the side. He wagged his tail once, loped up to Sirius and jumped onto his lap before doggy-hugging his Godfather. Thankfully, he was lighter in this form so he didn't crush Sirius. Harry felt Sirius wrap his arms around him, and he also noticed Remus join in. When they were done hugging it out, Harry jumped down and transformed back. "I'm sorry about what I did, but I don't regret it," Harry said bluntly as he looked down.

"And it was a bit hypocritical for us to get mad about you becoming illegal Animagus, considering I did the same thing, along with your father," Sirius said, watching his Godson carefully. "We're both sorry. However, next time you wish to go and do something like this, come talk to us about it first."

Nodding, Harry bid goodnight to both adults before shifting back into dog form and running up to bed. Being a canine felt so right to him, that he wanted to remain in that form for the night. Lying in his bed next to Ron's, he quickly fell asleep.