AN:

Oni: Ah, another chapter! Longer than the first few, a little shorter than the previous one. Though the next chapter should be a little quicker in arrival than this one.

Eridan: Don't be a politician Oni, it really doesn't suit you.

Oni: Don't I know it!

Eridan: Most of this chapter takes place on Earth, fascinatin.

Oni: Yes it would be for you wouldn't it. Anyway, a lot of the trial dialogue came from the book, so don't fret if it looks familiar. This IS fanfiction, we have to have SOME similarities!

Eridan: Indeed.

Oni: Before I get him to do the disclaimer, a couple things you should know.

"Alternian"

"English"

Also, yes, Percy is a good guy in this fic, the background of how will be revealed at a later date,

Eridan: I think it is my turn noww?

Oni: I think so too!

Eridan: Oni does not owwn Harry Potter, not does she owwn Homestuck. She did come up wwith this AU all on her owwn, but that's about it. She thankfully has the sense to portray me not as that filth the fandom believves I am, but as the sociopathic genius I alwways wwas.

Oni: And Eridan owns my heart...dang. Anyways... ONWARDS!

"Sirius Black."

Once again Sirius was graced with the sight of his godson, who looked rather haggard yet a million times better than he did when he was first contacted. Peering at the background, Sirius surmised that Harry must be in the kitchen, before the image sifted as the mirror was passed to someone else. It was Moony! A little worse for wear, but it was probably close to a full moon. His amber eyes conveyed distrust, suspicion, and hope.

"Sirius, what got you in detention first thing fourth year?" Sirius groaned at that question.

"For the last time Moony, I didn't do it! I was framed by Peeves I swear! I would never, EVER do something like that to you – I don't even LIKE oranges!"

The laugh that bubbled from Remus at an answer that could only have been given by one Sirius Orion Black was like music to Sirius's ears as he watched the werewolf lose the distrust from his face and replaced it with relief. He could also hear a couple of other chuckles, including Harry's, at the answer he had given. Lupin wiped away a stray tear that came out of his eye.

"It's good to see you alive, Padfoot. We all thought you were a goner…"

"Hey! I'm made of sterner stuff! It takes more than a little stone archway with tattered curtains to beat me! I mean did you see what I did to the curtains in the west wing hallway?"

"Yes Padfoot, we did. Molly was not amused but I must agree the replacements are much more inviting. Kreacher had a hissy fit."

"Not surprised at all! Anyways, Prongslet, Moony, I have something to tell you…er…well…all of you." Sirius said sheepishly as he noted the people in the background.

"…You're not coming back?" Harry ground out with gritted teeth and clenched fists.

"Actually, I'll be coming back tomorrow! The little alien bugger was fast with his research."

"Then what's wrong?"

"Said little alien bugger wants to go to Hogwarts, that's what."

"…oh."

"Yeah, he's got magic and everything, and he feels a little out of place here…"

It was then that Moony levitated the mirror so that Sirius could see everyone gathered at the kitchen table. There were the Order members and the Weasley children and Harry and Hermione and… Longbottom and Lovegood? Oh right, they were at the Battle at the Department of Mysteries… Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, as if this entire situation amused him.

"And how old is your little alien friend?" asked the genial Headmaster.

"He's thirteen, and learns faster than Remus on a chocolate rush. Three hours and he's already picked up English without ever hearing it before. Teaching him the first two years would be a breeze."

"I don't know about this, wouldn't he be a little suspicious?"

"Please, he's been a great help and is the only reason I'm alive right now! And…I promised him…"

"Black…never make promises that you know you can't keep, especially to those you just met! Where is your CONSTANT VIGILANCE?!" Sirius winced at Moody's tone.

"I know, I know. But he's just a kid! Okay, not JUST a kid…"

"What do you mean by that, Padfoot?"

"Kid's a genius, and… well… you'll have to meet him for yourself if you really want to know I guess. He's hard to explain…"

"You just want us to let him in here, don't you?" Mad-Eye snarled out.

"Well, he needs to open the passageway through, he can come in and out any time. I'm asking if he can join us and… go to Hogwarts." Dumbledore put a hand on Moody's shoulder.

"I don't see why he could not attend. Though certain precautions must be in place, but it is nothing we cannot handle. I am rather curious about this little alien friend of yours, as extraterrestrials are…unheard of." Sirius smiled widely at that.

"Brilliant!"

"Yes, though what time tomorrow do you plan on…dropping by?"

"I think it might be sometime late afternoon…"

"Ah, we shall attempt to meet you right after young Harry's trial then!"

"Sounds great to me!"

"Good, good! Now, I am in the assumption that sleep is in order. You shall contact us when you are ready, of course?" Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling madly, and Sirius cracked another doggy grin before saluting.

"Yes sir!"

"Then we shall bid each other goodnight."

"Goodnight Padfoot." Remus whispered, smiling softly.

"Goodnight Sirius!" Harry said, grinning.

"Goodnight Mr. Black!"

Once again the mirror returned its reflective form, and Sirius pocketed it with a sigh. He turned around to see Eridan sitting cross-legged on one of his chairs, with a single eyebrow raised.

"Little alien bugger? Really noww?"

"Oh come on, it's true! You're little, you're an alien, and trolls are insects based! It was genius!"

"Mmhhm. Keep tellin yourself that, Sirius. Wwhatevver you say."

"Oi! Sarcasm alert!"

"I'm quite sure I knoww wwhen I'm bein sarcastic."

"That's what I- aaaargh!"

"Ah, yes. Please wwatch your step on those."

"Little too late there, kid."

Eridan was still sitting on his chair, picking up some books and maps and game boxes, capchalogging them with ease. It took all of an hour to teach Sirius how to work it, and Eridan had the feeling that this was the quickest the man had learned anything in his life. Sirius rapidly denied this and babbled on about Quiddich and Broomsticks (that explained the black cleaning branch he found looting those skeletons…) which led Eridan to show him the 'broomstick' that he had…acquired. This led to a rant about how the thing was an antique and still in near-mint condition.

The troll wasn't too sure he would be a good flier, most of the time it was just him riding Skyhorse, and that was a different story altogether. Eridan half listened to Sirius as he enabled his security systems to his husktop, in case of an attack. There were always attempts made on his life, though the violet blood was more concerned with his hive being totaled.

That happened, once, and that was why he got the security system in the first place. Damn Serket. Why do you think it broke in the first place? It used to be a working warship before!

"So how long until we leave for Earth?"

"Givve me…half an hour."

"Alright."

As if it was waiting for Sirius the entire time, the human's magic mirror buzzed again. Sirius looked at Eridan expectantly and the troll shooed him away, rolling his eyes. This earned him a mock hurt expression before the only adult he's actually ever met bounced out of the room to give the news to his Godson. Funny. Eridan thought that Harry was a little more mature than the actual adult caretaker. Go figure. Leave it to humans to be confusing and nonsensical, he supposed. The seadweller grinned. Studying there, with them, was going to be so much fun, he just knew it!

Whistling to Seahorsedad, Eridan went to check the lasers on his ship. Hopefully Captor and Zahhak came through, but he wasn't one to doubt their work. After all, Equius was a perfectionist when it came to his mechanics, and duping a highblood would have gone against his principles. Captor was a different story. He was Karkat's friend, but even Eridan could tell that Feferi was gaining some sort of flush crush on him. This made it a little tense whenever the two met, but eventually they fell into the deal of 'you don't tread on me and I don't tread on you'. Besides, he and Megido were a pair, but it didn't help the niggling feeling in his horns of what could have been. It's not that he would be jealous, he was pale for his moirail and he would find another way to evade the drones (copious amounts of lasers, perhaps?), it was that if Sollux ever broke her emotional blood pusher, he would be a very dead mustard blood. However, Eridan had commissioned Sollux to help him with the technical workings of the security system, bribing the kid with a rather costly game grub that the psionic had his eyes one. Well, pricey for a lowblood. So Eridan hoped and reasoned that this system would help him defend his hive while he was away, the cameras, lasers, and other hidden goodies could all be accessed via his husktop, which worked through Paradox Space.

Take that, you lousy fools.

Not that they didn't have reason to kill him. After all, it was mostly because he killed their Lusii that they even considered pursuing him. It was just a little stupid, going against a known killer like that who is actually doing it for the good of the planet. But alas, some people were either too overcome with grief or too stupid to realize just who they were dealing with. Eridan always put a stop to this. Efficiently. Ruthlessly. The carcasses were still donated to Vriska, as it would be a waste of good troll meat to do otherwise. Hopefully while he was on Earth he wouldn't have to do anything like this, as they seem to hold life, especially a child's, in a strange protective hold that he had never seen before.

That was all part of learning the society of a different species, and Eridan couldn't wait. He giddily tested the hidden speakers and receivers while Sirius finished up talking with his Godson, wondering what Earth was like all the while.

Harry thought that going into the Ministry the first time was annoying. It turned out the second time around was far worse. In fact, to what he was dealing with today, Harry would have preferred the Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries. At night, when no one else was there.

Why?

Bureaucrats.

In the daytime, the Ministry of Magic was full of them. And as Mr. Weasley led Harry through the confusing twists and turns of the place, Harry took note of the type of people he passed by. With narrowed emerald eyes he took in their expressions and mannerisms as he was dragged through paperwork upon paperwork upon paperwork until he felt he was going to be sick, Mr. Weasley throwing him knowing looks. Everything had to be in a particular fashion, signed in a particular quill. The worst part was that Harry had to read all of what he was signing, and even found some rather nasty things that he would have otherwise missed if he hadn't. Damn Ministry, trying to wheedle and rob everything… legal theft, that's all it seemed to be. Everything was less legible in parchment and ink, can't they just swallow their pureblood pride and switch to something more reasonable? Like computers? Typewriters? Something other than this madness!

An hour passed and they managed to get all their paperwork in order. Harry and Mr. Weasley caught an elevator (elevators, sure, but not paper? Backwards, all of them) to Mr. Weasley's office. After exchanging pleasantries with some colleagues, learning about wizarding offices, and finding out that the Ministry had changed his time and place for the hearing to an actual courtroom instead of Amelia Bone's office, Harry was part angry and the Ministry and relieved that he had the foresight to arrive two hours early. Now with the time change, the two of them had ten minutes to get to Courtroom Ten.

Which happened to be on the same level as the Department of Mysteries. Things were just getting better and better, weren't they? After weaving their way to the iron and wood doors that could only be Courtroom Ten, Mr. Weasley bade Harry good luck.

"You're not coming with me?" Harry asked, nervous and perplexed.

"I can't. I'm not allowed to. All I can say is good luck, Harry." Mr. Weasley replied tiredly.

Harry nodded to the man and checked his watch (cracked, Dudley threw it against the wall when he rejected it) to find that he had five minutes left. Taking a deep breath, Harry collected his thoughts. Now was not the time to act like a Gryffindor, what he needed to be was the Slytherin the Sorting Hat wanted him to be, the cunning child he was before Hogwarts, doing anything and saying anything to get out of trouble. What did he have that could be used as a weapon against them? Logic was preferred, but it seemed that Wizarding logic was far different than normal logic. It wouldn't hurt to give it a try though, especially with Sirius coming back.

He walked in through the large doors and was immediately hit with a sense of déjà vu. Oh right, this was the Courtroom the Lestranges were tried in. Why was he here then? This wasn't the worst thing he's done, perhaps they were just trying to make him a scapegoat? Man, if that was the case, Fudge really was an absolute idiot. In the crowd of hooded, dark figures that stood imposingly above him (what was this, a cult?), Harry picked out those that he knew, Cornelius Fudge, the one in the monocle was probably Amelia Bones, Percy was there, probably to take notes. They nodded to each other, still tentative friends after Harry and he played therapist on each other and spewed out problems during second year, both Percy and Harry left with a better understanding of the other after that and still kept sporadic contact.

It was a surprise, however, when Dumbledore made an appearance. Harry was almost certain the man was doing everything in his power to ignore the Boy Who Lived. Though, to be fair, Dumbledore was avoiding his gaze. Minister Fudge took out a long piece of parchment and began to read off of it in an imperious voice.

"The charges against the accused are as follows: That he did knowingly, deliberately, and in full awareness of the illegality of his actions, having received a previous written warning from the Ministry of Magic on a similar charge, produce a Patronus Charm in a Muggle-inhabited area, in the presence of a Muggle, on August the second at twenty-three minutes past nine, which constitutes an offense under paragraph C of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875, and also under section thirteen of the International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy."

"You are Harry James Potter, of number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey?" Fudge said, glaring at Harry over the top of his parchment.

"Yes, sir." It wasn't as if he hadn't been to court hearings before, going into Juvie was preferable to living in Privet Drive.

"You received an official warning from the Ministry for using illegal magic three years ago, did you not?"

"Yes, sir." His face remained impassive, knowing full well that complaining now would make him look guilty.

"And yet you conjured a Patronus on the night of the second of August?"

"Yes, sir." He saw a couple of eyebrows rise at this, oh this was going to be interesting.

"Knowing that you are not permitted to use magic outside school while you are under the age of seventeen?"

"Yes, sir." There was some shifting around.

"Knowing that you were in an area full of Muggles?"

"Yes, sir." Ms. Bones looked like she was about to speak up.

"Fully aware that you were in close proximity to a Muggle at the time?"

"Yes-" It was then that Ms. Bones cut across in a booming voice.

"You produced a fully-fledged Patronus?" Harry smirked, bingo.

"Yes, miss."

"A corporeal Patronus?"

"A- what?" said Harry, confused.

"Your Patronus had a clearly defined form? I mean to say, it was more than vapor or smoke?"

"Yes, miss. It's a stag, always a stag." Okay, where was she going with this - oh right.

"Always?" boomed Madam Bones. "You have produced a Patronus before now?"

"Yes, miss. Since third year."

"You learned this at school?"

"Yes, miss. Professor Lupin taught me in my third year, because of the-"

"Impressive," said Madam Bones, staring down at him, "a true Patronus at that age . . . very impressive indeed." Harry smiled up at her good-naturedly and bowed.

"Why thank you, miss, I do try." When in doubt, do the Riddle.

"It's not a question of how impressive the magic was," said Fudge testily. "In fact, the more impressive the worse it is, I would have thought, given that the boy did it in plain view of a Muggle!"

Ah, now it was his turn to formulate a rebuttal. He mustered up all his Slytherin cunning and spoke in a firm voice.

"If I am permitted to speak sir, that muggle was my cousin, Dudley, of whom I lived with and therefore knew about magic. Also, I had no choice but to cast a Patronus, as we were being pursued by two Dementors."

The silence was all Harry needed to hear to see that his point had gone across.

"Dementors?" said Madam Bones after a moment, "What do you mean, boy?"

"Ah," said Fudge again, smirking unpleasantly as he looked around at the Wizengamot, as though inviting them to share the joke. "Yes. Yes, I thought we'd be hearing something like this."

"Dementors in Little Whinging?" Madam Bones said in tones of great surprise. "I don't understand —"

"Don't you, Amelia?" said Fudge, still smirking. "Let me explain. He's been thinking it through and decided Dementors would make a very nice little cover story, very nice indeed. Muggles can't see Dementors, can they, boy? Highly convenient, highly convenient . . . so it's just your word and no witnesses. . . ."

"Just my word, sir? There are many ways a wizard can be determined if they are lying or not. Pensieve, Vertaserum, an Oath? If you want the truth, take it and see that I am not lying." Harry quipped in a cold voice.

Oh dear, he was starting to act like Tom.

Dumbledore seemed to think so as well, as Harry saw the man flinch out of the corner of his eye. Curious, he was just acting after all, and who better to emulate than the most charismatic Slytherin of all? Harry decided to ponder on Dumbledore's behavior later. Not while the show was going on, because Harry was frighteningly enjoying Fudge's flustering.

"Er…Well…Things like that could be lied about…"

Madame Bones, however, was having none of Fudge's…fudging.

"Your reasoning is sound, Mr. Potter. Care to take an Oath?"

Harry nodded, raised his wand and thanked Sirius for teaching him this before the Department of Mysteries incident.

"I, Harry James Potter, Vow on my magic that the act of casting the Patronus on August the second at twenty-three minutes past nine was in an act of self-defense against the mortal dangers that two Dementors posed to me and my muggle cousin Dudley. So mote it be."

When the light of the Vow died down, everyone had fallen silent, with Fudge gripping the woodwork so hard Harry was sure he was going to get splinters. Madame Bones and a few others raised an eyebrow at Harry, waiting. Harry smirked, and raised his wand once again.

"Expecto Patronum!"

The white stag that burst from his wand left the Wizengamot oohing and aahing. Several of them actually started to clap. One whistled and Harry winked at them. Madame Bones' lips quirked into a smile at the display, before booming out (it had to be a Sonorus Charm helping her with that).

"Those in favor of clearing the accused of all charges?"

A large amount of hands went in the air, including Amelia Bones herself. Seeing the vast amount (definitely more than half) left him grinning like a loon (he probably was one by now, wasn't he?).

"And those in favor of conviction?"

Fudge's hand shot up, no surprise there, along with half a dozen others. Then there was the woman sitting next to him, his right hand woman. Harry quirked an eyebrow at Percy and discreetly motioned toward the woman, which caused the Court Stenographer to grimace. Not a good one, then. It showed. If toads could be people, it would be this…bitch. That condescending smile was grinding on his nerves more than Malfoy's does, and it was wide and, well, toady. She actually had a little black bow in her hair, and it gave Harry the impression that she was like a slug trying desperately to be a butterfly and failing miserably. Those beady eyes didn't help, they were more calculating than Fudge's and he felt a shiver run up his spine.

Darn it, Potter senses are going haywire, this one's trouble.

Nevertheless, he was definitely cleared of all charges (take that you two faced politician you) and Harry watched in unhidden amusement as Fudge looked around, saw that he was in minority, and turned a shade of red that put Ron's ears to shame.

"Very well, very well . . . cleared of all charges." he said with thinly suppressed rage.

He honestly looked like a cherry walnut. Harry hated those things. So he gave the Minister a brilliant smile. Harry gave one to Dumbledore as well, but the man didn't see it as he had silently swept out of the room with a concerned look on his face. Oh, well, couldn't please the world. He found himself in frightening clarity as he realized he was starting to not care what people thought about him. Why should he? Nobody, sans his friends plus/including the entire Weasley family, really understood him anyway. Though to be fair, the Order of the Phoenix (except Mundungus, the thieving bastard) seemed like nice people, and it was only this year that Dumbledore was pulling something like this…

Leaning back into the chair he sat on with a sigh, Harry watched as the Wizengamot members slowly filed out. When the majority trickled out and he was sure no one was going to see him, Harry pulled out the mirror.

"Sirius Black." he whispered.

"Harry Potter." came the voice on the other side.

"Sssssh. I'm still in the Ministry courtroom. Trial's over."

"That's good…what's the verdict?" Sirius whispered back.

"Cleared of all charges. All I had to do was tell the truth, I didn't really do anything against the law….just against the Minister, apparently."

"Well, you know Minister folk... Anyways, good news! I'll be coming through the Veil in half an hour, meet me there, yeah?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world. It's only been a day and I miss you already."

"I know, Pup, I know. You'll be seeing me soon though! I'll see you then, Harry!"

"See you then, Sirius."

The connection was severed and Harry pocketed the mirror.

Striding out of the courtroom and into the hallway, Harry met up with Mr. Weasley. Percy walked towards them, briefly giving them a glance and a wink that was imperceptible to anyone watching them, before moving forwards to his next destination. To say Arthur was surprised was an understatement, and the happiness and hope was evident in the man's eyes. Before he could say anything , however, Harry spoke in a hushed voice.

"Cleared of all charges. I'll tell you later. Sirius called. He's coming out of the Veil in half an hour." Mr. Weasley nodded, before grinning from ear to ear.

"Let's go to my office then, still have to fix up those animated toilets!"

Harry laughed along with Arthur as they headed up to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to meet with Shacklebolt and tell him the news. However, neither of them was aware that someone was listening from behind the courtroom doors.

With a toady smirk, Dolores Umbridge processed the information that she had just over heard from the precious Boy Who Lived, plotting to herself. So Sirius Black, known criminal fugitive was going to be coming out of the Veil in less than half an hour? It looked like she needed to gather the Wizengamot again, along with say, twenty Dementors? That should be enough, yes. Oh, Black wasn't getting away with this one, and after the stunt Potter pulled today, she hoped to watch him as his precious Godfather was finally given justice. In the form of a Dementor's Kiss.

Umbridge trotted along, giddy with anticipation. She just had to inform the Minister!

It was fun, really, learning about the misuse of muggle artifacts. In fact, Harry's presence, along with his knowledge of the muggle world, helped Mr. Weasley and his co-workers greatly. What these people needed was more Muggleborns on the team, some people who actually understood what was happening. Oh wait, they were too prejudiced to hire them, the gits. Shacklebolt even mentioned something called 'firelegs', which ended up with Harry laughing on the floor at the miswording of 'firearms'.

"Look, Mr. Shacklebolt, Mr. Weasley, the best way to remember the name is to remember its use. A firearm is a muggle weapon that uses gunpowder. Since we…they…don't have wands they use these metal chambers with different parts and nozzles. You 'shoot' things…yes, like an arrow, except these things are really fast and can easily penetrate metal! There is a small explosion in the chamber, which is the fire part, but fire also means shooting as well. And then, you use your arms to hold them and use your fingers to pull the trigger. Fire. Arms. Firearms. Simple. See?"

To say the two of them were surprised would be an understatement. Oh well, you can't help but learn some things in juvie, really…

"Hey Harry, we better get moving, Sirius is scheduled to arrive in a little while. Don't want to be late."

So Mr. Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Harry weaved through the crowds, on their way to the Department of Mysteries when they were met with a grim faced Percy Weasley. Without letting them get a word in, he unrolled the parchment he was clutching in his hands and read in a slightly shaking voice.

"You are hereby required to attend the execution of Sirius Orion Black in the Veil Chamber…"

Percy read on but Harry couldn't focus. No… after all this, someone had overheard? It seemed the third Weasley son had finished reading the parchment and was sadly gazing at the raven haired boy.

"H-how?"

"I was rather surprised when Senior Undersecretary Delores Umbridge told me to gather everyone in the Wizengamot I could find, and lastly you, in order for Mr. Black to receive 'what he deserves'. I really hope you have your Patronus ready, she's called in an entire score of Dementors."

"A…a score? That's overkill! A normal execution only needs one…" Mr. Weasley was in shock.

"They're trying to get to me, and if I warn Sirius then who knows who would be targeted next…"

"Well, you are supposed to be the last of the 'guests', so I'm here to escort you down to the Veil Chamber."

"Yeah…"

"I'm sorry, Harry…"

"Not your fault, Percy, don't get down on yourself."

The four of them briskly walked through the Department of Mysteries, each having their own memories of the incident of which Sirius was lost to the Veil. Now he was coming out and none of them were sure if he could survive this time, not with twenty Dementors waiting for him at the entrance. They passed the ground where Voldemort and Dumbledore had fought, past the room of the swimming brains, and into the Chamber of the Veil, or just the Veil Chamber.

It was very different from when he had been here before, fighting Death Eaters and trying to prevent them from getting the Prophecy. Almost every Wizengamot member was there, sitting in the raised seating area that surrounded this place like the archaic execution courtroom it was. Madame Bones was there, looking righteously angry, while Umbridge and Fudge sat at the center podium with malicious grins on their faces. Harry pushed down the urge to glare at them, and let Percy lead them to their seats amongst the other Wizengamot members. Most were confused, others angry, and others grinning at this 'justice' that they themselves didn't understand. But that wasn't what Harry was worried about as the teen cast his eyes to where the Veil stood silently.

There, circling the Veil, were twenty Dementors. While there were Patronii scattered around to protect the other occupants, there was nothing to protect Sirius. The poor man was battered mind and spirit as it was, facing a score of Dementors would render the man impossible to cast a Patronus. Even if Harry could do it, he would be charged with aiding a criminal. There had to be another way…

Harry had been backed into a corner, and he knew it. Sinking in his seat, he watched as Umbridge ordered biscuits for the show. Those evil, evil people dare make a light lunch out of his Godfather's execution. He really hoped for a miracle at this point, there was no other option that wouldn't cause serious political consequences, even though Madame Bones looked as if she wanted to arrest her two superiors on the spot. Fudge was smiling again as he coughed and banged a gavel.

"The Wizengamot is now in session for the execution of murderer and Death Eater Sirius Orion Black, who is responsible for the death of the Potters and has escaped Azkaban. According to sources," he smirked pointedly at Harry, "he will emerge from the Veil any minute, and hence will be sentenced to death by a Dementor's Kiss."

Oh Sirius, Harry thought, it's going to take a real miracle to get us out of this one.

AN:

Eridan: A cliffhanger? Really?

Oni: Admit it, you enjoy watching people suffer.

Eridan: You got me there.

Oni: Anyways oh my, looks like Sirius is in some more trouble and he doesn't even know it! What's gonna happen? Is he gonna die? How will Eridan react to the Wizarding World? Tell me in the Reviews!

Eridan: Lest wwe hold this story ransom. More revviewws means more updates.

Oni: Haha I won't be THAT evil, but please guys, review! They really do brighten my day!

Eridan: Until next time...

Oni: My pretties!