Hello there!
First: thank you guys for reading, story alerting and favoriting! Makes me smile everytime I get an email.
I uploaded two short chapters instead of one long chapter this time, I just felt like putting them together wouldn't work because the styles sort of clash. Chapter 3 is rather experimental, I'm not big on humour and adventure and the sort. Help me get better by telling me what I've dne wrong?
Anyway, here we go:

Chapter 3 (Breaking and Entering)

"Are you quite sure this is the best way?" Sirius asked Harry when they stood in the deserted public bathroom.

"Don't worry, I've done this before, remember?", Harry answered and purposefully stepped into the bowl, which was a lot more difficult if you couldn't see your own feet; he was under his cloak again.

"It's just… these boots are brand new." Said Sirius, before stepping into the bowl and flushing, directly followed by Harry.

"you can't tell now of course, but if you could see them… top notch. Dragon skin and all. Had them hand made." Sirius had dug up Moody's old Invisibility cloak and performed a very impressive disillusionment charm on himself. Both combined still wasn't nearly as good as Harry's disguise, but still an improvement from just plain visible.

"They're Italian. Much better shoemakers over there. Nicer leather, too."

They were on the elevator. As of now, no obstacles.

"I used to know a good address in London, too. Fled two years ago, though. Pity."

"Would you stop going on about shoes? You're like… a girl!"

Sirius chuckled. "All right then, no more shoes. Except: you really should consider an alternative to those trainers you insist on wearing. The old pump up and run just doesn't say cool anymore."

Harry let out an exasperated sigh, yet had to laugh at the same time, resulting in a very awkward snotty snort-grunt.

"Easy now. I doubt they'd gain much if they were boger-coloured.", Sirius teased, causing Harry to laugh even louder, while at the same time he tried to be quiet and listen for guards, until finally he simply stuck his fist into his mouth.

"Wait. We should get off in the sixth floor, just to make sure. I do believe they have anti-intruder-alert-charms on their elevators on the seventh floor. They probably-"

"HICCUP" Harry was so startled by his own singultus, he started laughing again.

Sirius considered the laughing patch of air next to him for a second, then sighed.

"To think that this is the boy who took down Voldemort and all those evil minions. Breaks into the Ministry of Magic and comes down with a case of the hiccups. Or wait- maybe that's the Ministry's secret weapon against Intruders! Hiccups! Gee, I Tremble at the thought of what else they might have in stock for us. Tickling jinxes?"

Harry did his very best, but it really was like he was jinxed- he could hardly stop laughing, let alone stop hiccupping. Finally, Sirius pulled him out of the elevator and into the dark and deserted staircase.

Under all the haze of giggling and hiccupping, Harry still wondered. Was that what his godfather had been like before Azkaban? All flippancy and jokes? Sure, he had always been there for Harry in every way he could. He knew stuff, magic even, that most other wizards didn't. Hell, he'd known an answer to every one of Harry's problems so far. But he had always been kind of sinister and broody below the surface. Right now he was downright … jolly.

"Anyway, Mr. Criminal Mastermind, I was saying, we're going to have to walk the last flight of stairs, because there will be intruder alerts, and the elevator doesn't allow us to approach slowly and take action. Still, you might want to stay back a little and concentrate on seven naked Veelas or whatever gets some blood out of your over-agitated lungs, because I need to concentrate, understood?"

Harry nodded, then remembered his invisibility and said, "understo-" Hiccup "-ed!"

"Remind me to teach you about creative visualisation when we get home!", Sirius sighed.

They had almost reached the seventh floor. Sirius signalled Harry to stop by squeezing his shoulder, stepped a little closer still and started doing his little spell-detecting moves that had so impressed Harry at Slughorn's. After a while, he started mumbling and shooting sparks and smoke from his wand. Harry stood at the banister a few steps down, concentrating hard not to hiccup (too loudly), when suddenly, he heard something.

Urgently, he hissed "Siri-" hiccup, "-us!" Sirius sighed as the vapour he was conjuring fell limply to the ground and dissolved.

"Now what did I just ask you to-"

"Listen!" Harry managed to force out, without any hiccups this time.

And that was why Sirius was better than other adults: instead of arguing, he listened. And then he heard it, too: steps were approaching up the stairs.

"Stay here, close to the wall, don't go anywhere near that door!"

Harry chose this moment to fail to suppress a hiccup, and immediately slapped both hands before his mouth in horror.

"Oh, right", murmured Sirius, "desiste!" and just like that, the hiccup was gone.

Harry was too anxious to be annoyed with Sirius for not putting him out of his misery any sooner, because the steps had paused at the noise of Harry's hiccup, and then picked up the pace.

Harry was amazed at how soundless Sirius must have moved, because suddenly, at the bottom of the stairs one floor below, the steps stopped. Then there were a few uncertain steps. And then, miraculously, the steps were retreating. Harry didn't dare relax until he heard a door open and snap closed again firmly, several floors below.

"Sirius?" he whispered, alarmed.

"Booh!" Said Sirius, so close to his ear that Harry jumped a little, landing on Sirius's foot.

"Are. You. Nuts!" Hissed Harry, suddenly not anxious at all and very ready to be annoyed with Sirius for being reckless.

"What? You know startling people helps getting rid of the hiccups! Did I mention I am very fond of these shoes? Italian, Harry! No stepping on them, please."

"would you be quiet now?"

"Keep your knickers on, Harry. I cast the Muffliato."

"Still. I don't like the idea of Imperiusing any more guards! Would you try and be… serious!"

"I am Sirius. Seriously! Besides, I didn't Imperius him. Just made him forget what he heard and remember he wants to write an owl to his wife, immediately. No Unforgivables from me, and maybe you shouldn't do them any more, either. Just saying, greater good is no longer an issue. Especially since our mission is aimed at saving the greater evil."

Harry couldn't help but chuckle, which just reminded him of the hiccup incident. So he carefully aimed and stepped on Sirius's shoe again.

"Whoops, so sorry, Sirius. Seriously! Now get back to work."

It still took Sirius quite a while to do whatever he was doing and Harry began feeling a little bored. Finally, the door sprung open, Sirius lit up his wand and said, "There we are. Let's go."

"There now. This is the Committee on Experimental Charms… And here we are now. Experimental Potions. If they don't have it here, then I give up." Sirius did his mumbling and fathoming again, but unsettlingly soon just opened the door.

"Careless… somebody might get in and steal stuff!" Sirius complained, stepped through the door, checking for magic again, then pulled Harry in, too. "All right, I probably can't lift the summoning block in here, because it surely is a little more powerful than just one wizard. So we have to search. The eternal fire would be fairly easy to recognise, it's a big metal bowl filled with floating fire that changes colour depending on its size. Don't take it, just find it, it's twenty kinds of dangerous. Liquid Stone will be in a stone bassinet somewhere, probably in a very special spot since it is one of the greater accomplishments of the wizarding world. Again, no touching. In fact- don't touch anything, at all. Seriously."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Seriously. That is a stupid word, by the way."

Harry grinned and went looking for Eternal Fire and Liquid Stone.

After a fair few minutes of wandering along the endless shelves of mysterious bowls and bottles, he saw a light shining from behind something that looked a lot like one of the satin partitions and screens that Professor Trelawney had used to decorate her classroom. He stepped around it and was instantly blinded. He hastily turned around and got behind the partition again. Now the blinding light was almost completely subdued. Definitely a different kind of partition, Harry thought and went to look for Sirius.

He saw something flicker just a few rows of shelves down and put out his own wand to see whether it really was Sirius he was creeping up on, not a guard. When he was quite sure and after careful calculation, Harry stepped on Sirius's foot again. Within a split second, he lay flat on the floor, an invisible force holding his arms wrestled behind his back. "OW! Sirius! I'm sorry, Italian, I know." Sirius let out a relieved sigh. "Harry! Sorry. Didn't mean to- well, perhaps I did, but not that hard."

"I found the fire."

"Great, I've already gotten the metal, so let's collect the sodden sparks and then get the hell out of here. This place kind of gives me the creeps."

"Are you afraid of the dark? Seriously?" Harry mocked.

"No, but I died here, once. Seriously." Sirius said dryly, which shut Harry up. Until Sirius said "And, of course, I miss my nightie light." Harry pinched him playfully, smiling. That was exactly what he meant. Never serious, not for a second.

They collected the sodden sparks and then got the hell out of there.

"By the way, Sirius- How did you know how to break into the Ministry?" Harry asked when they appeared on the threshold of Grimmauld Place 12.

"Didn't I ever tell you? I designed the security system. Fun as it was there, I still had a life before Azkaban, you know?"

"Wow." Harry was deeply impressed. But then he remembered something: "Ummm… wouldn't they have changed the security system after you were locked up in Azkaban?"

"Nah. The bloke who asked me to do it was supposed to do it himself, but didn't have the qualification nor the imagination to do so. Probably feared for his job and didn't tell anyone. 'Sides, I slipped in a few neat little tricks that make it fairly hard to change. I'm a naughty one, you know."

Harry laughed, then asked, "So what did you do before Azkaban, if you haven't been a professional… Ministry… Safemaker?"

Sirius grinned back at him and answered, "some other time, Harry. We have more important things to do now than reminiscing."