Harry came down to make breakfast like he had the previous morning, shuffling into the kitchen he was surprised to see Sirius awake before him. If he was being perfectly honest, he expected that the Order would be waiting for him, either to force the information out of him or to lock him up for being insane. Instead it was just his godfather who sat with a mug in hand.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" Harry asked as he went to the stove.

"Not much," Sirius admitted. "I doubt I got any more than you."

The man took a sip from his mug before setting it down. "I can see why you'd have nightmares, because I'm going to take a stab that you didn't even show me the really bad stuff either."

"I didn't," Harry responded as he looked through the cupboards.

"Well shit," Sirius swore before he grunted and slammed his fist on the table before taking a deep calming breath. "How the fuck did it go so wrong? You won, even with us dead, you won. It shouldn't… that's not fair. How did that bastard still manage to not lose?"

Turning to face the man who was muttering under his breath. "I don't know, I think people got too used to the new normal he created. He toppled the ministry before my seventh year right after Dumbledore died. And in that one year, it was like everyone just gave up and accepted it."

"They created trials to find muggleborns and convict them of stealing magic from purebloods, and people didn't do anything. When Hermione, Ron and I infiltrated the ministry to get something from Umbridge, it was… it was like it was still a ministry," Harry frowned at how he didn't want to believe what he had seen with his own eyes. "I have my trial in a few days and it wasn't all that much different. Witches and wizards still came into work as normal."

"When we robbed Gringotts, the bank was just as it always had been," Harry continued. "The goblins didn't lift a finger in protest, they didn't lock out the likes of Malfoy from their vaults, they didn't seem to care who was in charge of the government."

"I beat Voldemort by luck and a dumb prophecy, but his army was beaten by Hogwarts students," Harry shook his head as he turned to the stove to focus on cooking. "The number of people in Hogsmeade village outnumber the students in the castle, hell there are thousands of witches and wizards around the country."

Harry growled out as he grabbed a plate and smashed it on the floor, before grabbing the entire shelf and ripping it down with a tremendous crash.. "WHY THE FUCK DID IT FALL TO CHILDREN?! WHY COULDN'T WE JUST GATHER UP ALL THE ADULTS AND GET THEM TO HELP?! WHY DID MY FRIENDS HAVE TO DIE TO STOP AN ARMY ONLY TO BECOME JUST AS BAD?!"

"Is that why you were so mad at everyone else?" Sirius inquired as he stood up and drew his wand to fix everything Harry had just destroyed. Because to know that when that madman had taken over, that everyone just went along with it, that was sickening. "People like Bill, Remus, Ron and Hermione?"

"I… I guess," Harry confessed while leaning against the counter and wiping away the tears forming in his eyes from the anger and frustration bubbling under his skin. "I know what they do, I know that if I don't change things then it doesn't matter, because if I can change them before they become what they do, am I even right to be mad at them anymore."

In the silence Harry heard the sound of footsteps rushing down the stairs, so he just turned back to the stove to prepare the food the other occupants of the house would need. "What the bloody hell was that?!" Ron shouted as he entered the room with his family.

"It's fine," Sirius quickly spoke up so people didn't jump onto Harry's back for waking them this early. "I fixed it, a shelf broke and dropped a bunch of plates on Harry's foot, so he was hopping around and swearing up a storm. If we didn't have this place under fidelius and I wasn't a wanted criminal, I would… well I'd probably burn this place to the ground, but at the very least I could replace some of the old and worn out furniture."

"It's not that bad dear," Molly commented because Grimmauld Place, while dark, was better designed than the Burrow.

"That couch out there is older than Dumbledore," Sirius countered as he pointed to another room. "I think grandfather was conceived on that couch. I should probably burn it now that I think about it."

"If it's not important then I'm going back to bed," Ron said as he trudged out of the room followed by his brothers.

"Harry is your foot okay?" Ginny asked because it was a really loud noise that woke them all up.

"Yeah it's fine, just hurts but no damage done," Harry lied as he faked a hop to grab a mug. "Had nastier hits when playing Quidditch."

"Harry you've nearly died playing Quidditch," Hermione pointed out that Harry's track record for injuries was quite extensive.

"I nearly die doing a lot of things," Harry said as he mentally added on that he did die twice already. "Surprised I can make it out of bed without needing Madam Pomfrey."

"Oh that reminds me of a time," Sirius chimed in to get the conversation off of Harry's faked pain and onto something else so he wasn't pestered. "I had to get out of going to Transfiguration, McGonagall had assigned three feet of parchment on the principles of non-ferrous transfiguration and because I spent all my time trying to convince Sarah Dougal and Clara Dougal that I was my own twin."

"Let me guess, they caught onto your scheme and you looked like a fool," Harry surmised because he doubted those girls were dumb enough to believe that there were two Sirius Blacks running around Hogwarts.

"I had it all lined up, but you know scheduling conflicts and the fact that one twin had been following me when I went out with the other," Sirius pouted. "I can't be held responsible for my actions, they were twins. I had to try."

"Well Fred and George are upstairs and they're barely legal, I'm sure you can work some of that Marauder fame of yours," Harry taunted before hearing indignant sputtering behind him as Ginny started cackling madly. "And get what you've always wanted."

"I… pth… but you… oh Harrison Jameson Potterson," Sirius feigned outrage while he suppressed his own laughter. "I will not stand for this insult. I challenge you to a duel."

"Alright, after breakfast, I can wipe the floor with you. It would be a nice warm up," Harry agreed to the opportunity.

"Oh please, I'm not as easy as Nymmie and Fleur, you'll have to try harder than someone who fights like an auror and a fresh out of school girl," Sirius warned because from the previous duel those two were good, more than a match for the average wizard. But they lacked the real combat experience he'd gotten fighting Death Eaters in the first war. And from what he saw of Harry's final living memories, it was obvious why Harry was able to win against them despite being younger.

"Please, from your stories the only thing easier than you were the poor girls you slept with," Harry smirked as he served up plates of food for the people who had stayed awake instead of going back to bed.

Harry did some stretches as he stood across from Sirius. Molly, Ginny and Hermione had followed them down to the basement.

The two stared at each other for a moment before Hermione broke the silence. "What are the rules and there's no one to start-," she was cut off as Sirius and Harry's wands snapped into motion.

"Incendio Tria," Sirius shouted as three balls of fire erupted out of the tip of his wand and raced across the length of the room.

"Turbinis Vasti," Harry shouted as a swirling gust of wind spiraled forth, sucking the flames up into them and turning the tornado into a flaming vortex that scorched a path around the floor. "Conduntito Pulimnars."

The spell arced around because of the magic of the tornado spell and swung to strike Sirius in the side. But a last second wall of stone that shattered before it was lifted and turned into iron balls blasted their way at Harry who rolled out of the way moments before the spheres impacted the wall behind him, embedding into the stone.

"Bombarda, ventus," Sirius shouted as he shot the floor to create a cloud of dust that he sent towards his godson. "Oxysynnefo."

Harry saw the dust coming his way turn into a wave of green hissing steam. "Oculus Verto," he shouted as he took off his glasses and tossed them into the air, turning them into a simple clear cup. He slid forward and cast an engorgio charm on the glass to land on the floor and cover him just as the gaseous cloud of acid rolled over where he was hunkered down. He saw the hissing liquid land on the surface but fail to eat through it.

Standing up Harry held out his wand and an eerie blue light formed around him and the glass turned into sand so he could step out, only to be blindsided by his godfather's large canine form slamming into him, knocking him to the floor. Rolling Harry pressed his hand onto Sirius' barrel and pushed his magic through his palm, launching the grim across the room with a yelp.

Getting to his feet, he could see Sirius starting to shift back but he quickly shot out iron chains to coil around him and drag him to the ground. "Glacius," Harry grinned as the metal started to frost over.

"Aaaah cold cold cold, I yield, fuck," Sirius swore as he surrendered. He had a second or so more of the frigid metal pressing on his body before it vanished. "Well done Harry. I wasn't expecting the lung crusher. Really told me you were taking this duel seriously."

"Well I figured you'd know what it was, the acid cloud was creative," Harry exhaled since if he hadn't quickly protected himself that would have burned him up pretty badly.

"At least you learned that acid can't eat through glass from potions," Sirius complimented before lowering his head. "I take it you were still holding back a bit?"

"Yeah, more than a bit," Harry nodded tiredly.

"Damn, if you weren't then it'd mean that it might be possible if the rest of the order helped take down You-Know-Who, but if you still held back, then it really is something only you or Albus can do," Sirius sighed because he wasn't just sparring with his godson, he was testing to see if his own skills would be up to snuff to assist with ending this war.

"I'm sorry," Harry apologized, even though he knew it wasn't his or his godfather's fault that Voldemort made himself so powerful only someone his equal could defeat him.

"But enough about that," Sirius proudly said as he brought Harry back over to the audience. "You really got a wide array of spells, and I wasn't expecting you to dip into the dark arts."

"Well it's not like I can expect the death eaters to stick to schoolyard jinxes and at the very least if I know them I'll know what counter curse to use," Harry pointed out that while he wasn't that much of a fan of the darker magics, it was necessary to know them.

"Harry that was really dangerous, you could have hurt Sirius, he could have hurt you and Madam Pomfrey isn't here to help, you shouldn't duel like that again," Hermione chastised because she'd been awed at the start of the duel to see the spells used but when the iron balls buried into the wall it was then that the duel looked less like a spar and more like a no holds barred fight to the death.

Harry's chest started to puff up and he was going to unload on her that these spells might be the only thing he has to keep innocent people safe when Sirius pushed him to walk past her telling him to hit the showers. "Miss Granger, we were perfectly safe. I know more about the Dark Arts than anyone in the Order, and I do know most of the counters for them and how to treat wounds. I grew up in a family where I could cast a curse before I could walk," Sirius said as he looked down at the teenage girl.

"If it looked dangerous I would have called an end to the duel and I trust Harry to know not to use anything immediately lethal," Sirius continued as he was going to be the adult in this situation, not her.

"Those spells were too much Sirius, he's just a boy," Molly spoke up.

"Those were spells I used in the first war, and I'd just gotten out of Hogwarts when Lily, James and the rest of us joined the Order. We were only two years older than he is now. He's not just a boy, he's a young man who knows that a monster, who is going to use far worse spells than what I did just now, is coming to kill him," Sirius huffed. "Harry knows he can't run from this and he knows that no one else is going to be coming to finish the fight for him."

"But the headmaster could," Ginny said before pausing and quieting up. "Well it's not like Professor Dumbledore had been there for him."

"Ginny?!" Molly snapped at her daughter for disparaging their leader.

"I'm not saying Professor Dumbledore couldn't but it wasn't the headmaster who came down to the chamber to save me and with the tournament it was only after Harry came back that Professor Dumbledore acted. If we look at what's already happened then I don't think anyone else is going to be there to help when Harry and You-Know-Who fight."

Sirius knew that was true, his godson had walked to his death alone, guided only by the spirits of everyone else who had already fallen just offering him comfort to know that dying wasn't all that terrible. He needed to know more about what Harry knew so that when the time came he wouldn't be alone. "Look, the fact of the matter is the more practice Harry gets, the more training he has, the better his odds of survival are going to be."

Leaving the ladies to go upstairs to take his own shower Sirius was coming back to a more lively house. He was surprised to see three house elves running rampant through his kitchen, cleaning, cooking and arguing about who should be cleaning and cooking. Kreacher was waving a ladle threateningly at Dobby and by that logic the remaining girl elf must be Winky. "Alright, alright, enough fighting," he shouted as he moved through the room.

The three elves snapped to attention, "Kreacher this is Winky," Sirius pointed to the third elf. "I'm going to be taking her as another elf of the Black family. She'll need to be taught our ways."

"Certainly," Kreacher nodded his head as he looked at the she-elf.

"Winky served House Crouch for years, and tended to the young master," Winky proudly said.

"House Crouch is not like House Black," Kreacher warned as the two popped away.

Dobby nodded his head curtly and returned to making breakfast. "Did Dumbledore send you Dobby?" Sirius inquired because he wasn't sure why this particular elf had come back.

"Great Wizard Harry Potter had said maybe tomorrow Dobby could cook him breakfast, so Dobby is doing so," the elf answered as if it was obvious.

"Of course, but we've had breakfast already so maybe make it a brunch instead," Sirius rolled his eyes, because despite living with an elf for most of his life he never understood the little blighters. Taking his seat at the table he popped open the Daily Prophet. So far the headlines weren't much to talk about but it was the other pages when it talked about Harry and Dumbledore's scheme to oust Cornelius that made him snort. "Honestly I can't tell if the paper is implying Albus wants the job or Harry at this point."

"Minister Potter," Harry chuckled as he entered the room. "Has a nice ring to it. Don't you think?"

"Oh sure sure," Sirius laughed as the plates of food were brought over by the elf. "What would be your first law?"

"Well I wanna say being a Death Eater is illegal but, that's sort of a moot point, so I guess… can we make Hogwarts skirts shorter?" Harry teased and got some rahs of support from the twins. Harry looked at Fred and George. "You know that would include Ginny's too right?"

The twin's paused before booing Harry's idea and began chanting Down with Minister Potter.

"Well he'd have had my vote," Sirius agreed even as the ladies at the table rolled their eyes. "Course Albus is in control of the dress code, I think. You'd have to run that by him."

"Anyway, with your trial coming up we should take some time to talk strategy because I wouldn't put it past the minister to skip everything that he's supposed to and toss you away," Sirius changed subjects to a more serious matter.

"Oh that's a bit much," Molly disagreed. "Harry just has a disciplinary hearing."

Now it was Harry's turn to roll his eyes because he knew that wasn't true, but it did make him think about how he needed to go about this. "Considering that the letter told me I was already expelled, seems to me that Fudge just wants me out of the picture. So we can go upstairs and discuss what topics might be brought up."

Sirius noticed the wink Harry sent him and nodded. "I've been in my fair share of trouble, I could show you some memories of times I got in trouble for underaged magic."

"Great, we'll take the pensieve," Harry said as he finished his breakfast before taking the stone basin upstairs.

Once he was in the room with Sirius the door was locked and silenced. "Alright, what do you want to show me," Sirius asked while moving to sit on the bed.

"The trial's important, I won, but looking back I think I lost more than I realized," Harry explained as he pulled out his memory of being at the ministry.

Sirius watched as the day began with Harry and Arthur leaving and waiting around, with the two ending up late as the venue and time had changed. "And down that way is the Department of Mysteries where the prophecy about me and Voldemort is kept," Harry nodded towards the door while they both followed the memory.

"Wait you know about- right of course," Sirius shook his head. It would be silly to think that Harry didn't know what they were all guarding.

"That's… important, I- I shouldn't, maybe I," Harry stammered because he could show Sirius how it all went down but he didn't want to show the man his own death.

"Harry, I promise, whatever you want to show me, I can take it," Sirius assured his godson. "If I can help you then let me see."

"Later, it's… not pretty," Harry hung his head as his memory entered the courtroom. It was just as dark as his actual trial. And seeing the toad sitting all high and mighty just made him want to hex her for all the good it would do.

"Nasty piece of work that one," Sirius commented on the minister who at every point tried to pin Harry as some deranged teenager flaunting the laws, while Dumbledore in his eyes handled it pretty well. "Why'd you think you lost?"

"Because Dumbledore was there," Harry said as he stared at the wizard who had come to his defense. "Fudge thinks him and I are colluding to take him down, so suddenly I get in trouble and Dumbledore comes running. At the very least I look like I'm having the headmaster cover for my mistakes at worst, well it seems like we're scheming something."

"Dumbledore's presence made the minister feel attacked," Sirius surmised as to what point Harry was making. "So every point against him was personal rather than procedural."

"Yeah, so I need Dumbledore to not show up, I know what they are going to say and I can work with that. But if he shows up he'll take over," Harry hummed thoughtfully.

"Do you think you should get a barrister? Someone to argue for you," Sirius suggested as a means to stop Dumbledore from taking charge.

"No, for one I don't know any, and secondly it would look pretty suspicious if I just knew to bring a barrister with me to what should just be a disciplinary hearing in a small office at the ministry, even if it gets suddenly changed to a full courtroom interrogation," shaking his head Harry walked around the room. He was looking at the faces around the room before coming to a stop. "I need to get her on my side."

"Madam Bones?" Sirius questioned. "I mean sure she was impressed to learn that you could cast a patronus but how is she going to be of help?"

"She was important enough that Voldemort had her killed, she interrupted Fudge and his attack toad didn't try to silence her," Harry pointed out that everyone else in the courtroom just seemed to let her talk without objection. "I need to make it seem like the ministry skipped vital steps to getting me in front of them."

"Such as?" Sirius wondered just where his godson was going with this. He could see different points to bring up but he didn't have all this knowledge of future events to draw from.

"Well for one, I cast a pretty noticeable spell in the middle of my neighborhood, but unlike the time I blew up Aunt Marge, no one came out to make sure that any muggles didn't see it, that's risking the Statute of Secrecy," Harry said as he remembered not a single person came by to check on what he'd done, just the letter and that was it. "That's a job I remember Mister Weasley doing when Moody's trash cans attacked some muggles last year."

"Even if I broke the law for underaged magic, all I get is a letter saying I was expelled, no one came by to ensure I didn't further break the law?" Harry continued as if he truly was a rebellious teenager, once he was told he was expelled why wouldn't he have just continued to use magic as he wished. "Surely she'd think that strange."

"Then you can throw it in Fudge's face he lost control of the dementors," Sirius grinned but stopped when Harry shook his head.

"He didn't lose control," Harry turned and pointed at Umbridge. "She sent the dementors, not sure how, but she admitted to it at the end of the year. Fudge didn't know, so I can't just lob an accusation. I know they were dementors, but I don't have proof."

"So what do you plan to do then?" Sirius could see how that would end poorly by trying to directly go after the minister when public opinion was so uncertain right now, most of the witches and wizards in attendance liked to do things the proper way and flinging mud wouldn't get them on your side.

"I need to imply they were dementors, my boggart is a dementor, if it still is after everything. Then I can say I saw what looked like dementors and acted on that," explaining himself. "It wouldn't outright say that ministry did it, but that something that looked like a dementor was there, could be boggarts, or even a lethifold, that puts in on the ministry to investigate if there's a wild magical creature in the area that I was defending myself from."

"Right, and the other members will see the ministry didn't do their due diligence in following up on this attack and Fudge looks the fool for jumping the gun. So they'll have to dismiss it on those grounds."

"Exactly," Harry nodded because that seemed like a good enough avenue to resolve the issue without giving the ministry even more reason to dog him, even if he could just walk in and slap them around it would only cause them to try to hinder him even more.

Coming out of the memory Harry stared at the bowl once more. "Are you sure you want to see it?" Offering Sirius and himself a way out of reliving that memory.

"How bad can it be?" Sirius confidently said, because he knew it must be bad if Harry was being this unsubtle about not wanting to share this.

Sighing Harry drew out that memory. "This is… this is the day you die. When I get you killed," Harry confessed as he put the strand into the bowl.

Sirius swore under his breath before going into the memory to watch Harry and his friends infiltrate the Department of Mysteries. He was damn impressed that a group of fifteen year olds could hold off so many Death Eaters at once until it all started to fall apart. Then when the Order arrived as backup, Sirius watched as Harry and himself worked in perfect sync to disarm Lucius until he got cocky.

Watching himself fall through the veil, while Harry had to be held back from chasing after him by Remus, it was breaking his heart as the pain and fear was evident on both the teenagers. "Oh Harry," Sirius said softly he pulled Harry into a hug as he watched his godson run after his cousin. "It wasn't your fault."

"It was," Harry protested. "I got tricked by Voldemort into showing up, if I hadn't listened to Kreacher's double speak I wouldn't have went after you. Then you wouldn't have had to come try to save me and Bellatrix wouldn't have-"

"You're right, Bellatrix wouldn't have killed me," Sirius firmly said. "But she did, she's the one that sent me through the veil. Not you."

"You could have stayed away. The prophecy said-," Harry tried to argue so as to heap the blame on himself.

"Damn the prophecy! You were in danger, I would have come even if I knew what it said," Sirius declared. "Seeing this I'd still go if it came to it, knowing that I'll die, because I'll be dying for you."

"BUT I DON'T WANT YOU TO DIE FOR ME!" Harry screamed. "I don't want people to die for me."

"I know, I know." Sirius exhaled heavily. "But it was my choice."

"I wasn't ready for you to die. I finally got you and we were going to live together and I'd be away from the Dursleys and then just like Cedric," Harry's voice shuddered.

"Well you got me now and I'll make sure you don't have to go back to the Dursleys if it comes to it," Sirius promised.

"I already took care of that," Harry sniffled as he pulled away from his godfather. "I told them a few things, like I saw the future and stuff, scared them off. They've sold the house and left the country. Can't go back to them now, and maybe Dudley's kid will live past Hogwarts."

"Dudley's kid is magical?" Sirius chuckled.

"Yeah, he named him Harry Vernon Dursley, Cedric told me that Dudley found out about the war and raised him good. He fought bullies, was kind and giving, then some up and coming dark lord killed his whole family to make sure there was no one left related to Harry Potter to stop them," Harry confessed.

"Cedric told you?" Sirius raised an eyebrow. Because that sounded to him like there was something that happened before Harry died and came back.

Nodding his head, Harry came out of the memory. "Yeah, it was some afterlife place, I'd been made to watch what happened for years after I'd died, then I was given a choice to come back, had to pick from a few time periods though. This was the best option of the bunch."

"Well that sucks, you know this being the best and all," Sirius grimaced from knowing that coming back to this summer had the best shot of preventing even worse things from happening.

"Is what you saw the reason you hate so many of the people out there?" Sirius asked because he was getting a lot closer to understanding just how troubled Harry was.

"Some of it," Harry said. He laid back on the bed. "Some of it's what happens before Voldemort gets offed."

"Stuff like what?" Sirius probed.

"There's these things called horcruxes, Voldemort made a bunch and between now and next summer, Dumbledore learns of them if he doesn't have his suspicions already, he goes to find the Gaunt ring, alone. It curses him and he'll die at the end of my next school year. He has me get this information out of Professor Slughorn, and when Voldemort topples the ministry after Fleur's… Fleur and Bill's wedding. Hermione, Ron and I, we go on a hunt for them."

"We had no idea where to go, what we were looking for and we spent a whole year traveling the country while it went to shit just to end up where we started," Harry grumbled. "Ron bailed on us for a while and Remus tried to go with."

"Moony wanted to help you, why didn't you take him?" Sirius asked because Remus would have been helpful for the party surely.

"I told him no because I knew what he was doing," Harry answered back. "It's why I've been trying to keep Tonks away from him. She likes him and him, well he'd gotten her pregnant."

"And he felt like he had to commit but he wasn't ready to be a father so," Sirius recognized his own friend's faults. "When given the chance to run he took it, but you made him go back to be with her."

"He had married her, but the self-loathing was so much he just wanted out. I told him that my father would never approve of his actions, it came to blows when I called him a coward. He blasted me with a spell and ran out of the house," Harry said as he remembered the argument before Ron, Hermione and him left Grimmauld Place. "I don't know if he was scared or something about it all, but when it came time for the battle at Hogwarts he was there."

"And Tonks came with him, that's how they both died," Sirius concluded as their ghosts had been there when Harry walked to his death.

"She'd only had the baby a few weeks ago, she wasn't ready to go out and fight, Andromeda was alone, Ted had died in a ditch," Harry sat up and clenched his eyes shut. "Teddy… Teddy was."

Sirius could hear howling winds outside the window despite it being a clear and sunny day. "What about Teddy Harry?" Sirius asked knowing it was important.

"The public wanted protections from werewolves after the war, Greyback attacked too many people and they wanted to feel safe. All werewolves had to be locked up under watch by the ministry in pens. Teddy was one of them," Harry said. "He was just a baby and put in with them and they…"

"THEY KILLED MY GODSON, THEY KILLED MY BOY. TORE HIM LIMB FROM LIMB AND I'LL NEVER FORGIVE REMUS. IF HE'D JUST STAYED WITH ANDROMEDA, STAYED WITH TONKS THEN TEDDY WOULD HAVE GROWN UP WITH HIS PARENTS. THEY COULD HAVE STOPPED THE MINISTRY FROM RIPPING A CRYING BABY OUT OF HIS GRANDMOTHER'S ARMS AND THROWING HIM TO THE WOLVES. I HATE THAT I WASN'T THERE, I COULDN'T PROTECT TEDDY," Harry was screaming at the top of his lung as he grabbed a dresser and threw it across the room, it had been sent careening by the wild magic flowing out of his body.

"I hate that I saw how awful everyone became, I just hate that it was all my fault because I died. Because Ron Bloody Weasley killed me in my sleep," Harry shouted before falling to the floor exhausted.

"Oh God," Sirius paled as he realized why Harry was such an emotional wreck. Sliding to the floor, he pulled Harry back so he was resting against the mattress. "My worst nightmares at Azkaban were about how I failed you, how badly things might be for you but I found out you were alive and a brilliant kid with amazing friends."

"But you had to lose everything. That's not fair," Sirius lamented that Harry actually suffered what he'd feared the most.

"It's why I'm trying to keep Tonks and Fleur away from Remus and Bill, I don't want that to happen to them," Harry rubbed his hand under his nose.

"What happened to Fleur?" Sirius asked even as he figured it must be awful.

"After the war, the public had laws to keep the likes of werewolves, vampires, giants under surveillance, under control. That extended to veela too," Harry tiredly answered.

"At first it seemed like an overreaction, Fleur couldn't have her wand with her in public so Bill carried it, she needed some shackles on to restrain her if she became violent or worked up, like what they put on Hagrid. Maybe it started out as something that would go away after a few months, but instead of the public getting over their fears, that became normal."

"Bill stopped seeing Fleur as his wife after the years passed. Then she was just his servant, and eventually his slave. He didn't see her as this amazing person with dreams, just a thing for him to do what he wanted with and their daughter learned from that behavior. Their innocent little girl was…"

"You don't have to say it Harry," Sirius cut him off, he was already sickened to know that the beauty that had joined the order ended up owned by someone he'd been sharing meals with for the past few weeks.

"I can't let them do that, knowing how it turns out," Harry snapped while he looked at his hands.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes just resting quietly.

"I feel like I can do it, you know," Harry spoke up finally. "Like I can kill them if it comes to it. I killed plenty of people in the next few years, what's a couple more."

"Okay, I get it, but you won't have to," Sirius said because he'd prefer it if Harry didn't become a cold blooded murderer even if it was to save two people from terrible fates. He'd take care of it if need be. "I know you might not want to hear this but you should show those ladies what you know."

"What?!" Harry's head shot up. "That's-"

"No no, hear me out," Sirius said quickly with his hand up to stay the argument. "I get why you're doing things and I fully support you in all of this. But if you are going to manage these relationships then I think it's only fair you show those girls why you are trying to keep them away from the people that might have caught their eye. Then if for some reason they still want to, then it's their choice."

"But it's a bad choice," Harry said.

"I know, but it's still their choice and with love that's the most important thing," Sirius reiterated. "There were many people who would say your mother and father were bad choices for each other for just as many reasons, but seeing you. It was the right one. Let them make that decision for themselves."

"But then more people will know that I came back," Harry stated worriedly.

"True but I think you have to realize that information might get out anyway, I know I won't tell but, everyone's noticed your behavior and I'm going to guess it's already much different than your first time around. And I might give Snivellus a lot of shit for being Snivellus, but he's damn clever, and I don't think he'll take too much longer to start to piece together what's changed about you."

"He probably would figure it out, the question is who he would report it too first, Voldemort or Dumbledore," Harry chuckled. "Funny enough he's a triple agent."

"Fucking SERIOUSLY! Oh I knew I should have kicked his ass out the moment Dumbledore brought it up-" Sirius shot up and moved to storm out of the room. He was going to floo straight to Hogwarts to tell Dumbledore his pet death eater can eat shit and die when Harry stopped him.

"Wait, not like that," Harry slowly got to his own feet. "He's his own side, I guess really it's my mother's side. He still loves her and he hates how it all went down so he wants Voldemort punished and probably Dumbledore too a bit and he promised to keep me safe. He actually did that, he's a prick and I still don't like him but he did what he could to protect the students."

"But you make a good point, the people out there aren't all dumb, they'll notice and I've probably slipped up a bunch to. And I've only probably gotten away with it because time traveling dead people aren't high on anyone's bingo card. And I always hated how I was left in the dark while people made decisions for me and this time I'm making them for other people on my own," Harry sighed. "Tonight, I'll talk to Fleur and Tonks, tell them what happens, and show them if I can."

Sirius eyed his godson for a while before smiling. "You know I think that's why you were able to lead your friends so well and win the revolution against Voldemort where we all failed. You actually cared about the people. Sometimes I feel like Dumbledore just sees us as useful pieces in some big game with Voldemort, and they are both keeping secrets to themselves from even their allies. You aren't like that."

"Well I'm keeping secrets from the order aren't I?" Harry brought up that he'd not been forthcoming with his information.

"Yeah, but the Order isn't on your side, they are on Dumbledore's, I'm on your side and you shared a lot of important information with me and I think if you do the same with those ladies, they'll be on your side as well," Sirius promised his godson as he undid the charms on the room so he could leave. "You look wrecked so maybe take a nap to get your energy back."

"That sounds like a good idea," Harry yawned as he went and sat back on the mattress.

"I'll make sure to wake you for dinner," Sirius smiled as he stepped out of the room.

"Thanks Sirius," Harry laid down on the sheets and closed his eyes.