AN: This is the first part of this chapter, I will try to post the second part sometime this next week (it is not written yet )

Chapter 35: The Reunion

Harry woke up the next day slowly. He felt groggy and knew he could easily go back to sleep. An intense rumbling in his belly, however, convinced him otherwise and he reluctantly climbed out of bed.

As he yawned and stretched he realized that he had automatically gone to bed in the Master Bedchamber. He blushed a little realizing that Sirius was back, and the house no longer belonged to him.

He wondered where Sirius was as he scratched his head and put his feet down on the cold floor.

Hearing a snort behind him, he jerked around surprised to find both Ron and Neville sprawled out in the huge bed. He shook his head, realizing that with all the people in the house, there were not a lot of beds.

He turned the corner around the side of the bed, and drew up short at the sight of a big black dog lying curled up directly in front of the door.

“If anyone had opened that door, they would have slammed right into him.” Harry thought to himself, then realizing that was the point. Harry laid down on the floor next to his Godfather and put his head on the huge dog’s side, waking Sirius up.

Sirius immediately began to wag his tail and lick Harry’s face until laughing he sat up, “Ok, ok that’s enough, and a little disturbing!”

Sirius’ happy yipping barks turned into sounds of laughter as he returned to his human form.

“They let me out last night.” Sirius said, stretching, “I figured I would find you in here. Neville and Ron followed me. I hope you don’t mind, the bed is huge enough, I told them to dive right in.”

I don’t mind.” Harry said laughing as he stood up, offering a hand to his Godfather, “In fact I didn’t even realize until Ron snorted this morning.”

He and Sirius left the room closing the door gently, not wanting to wake the two boys up.

The started down the hallway in silence until Sirius stopped. Harry looked at him quizzically.

“Harry,” he said in a near whisper, “I want you to consider something for me.”

“Yeah sure, anything.” Harry answered, confused as to what Sirius wanted.

He looked around, as if trying to see if someone was hiding, “Have you ever considered becoming an Animagus?” he asked, and then quickly rushed ahead not letting Harry answer, “I know it is hard to learn, and you have a lot of other things on your plate right now, and I am not pressuring you just because I’m one, but you know it has saved my life more times than I can count, and…”

Laughing, Harry interrupted his outburst, “Yes, Sirius, I have.” Harry said putting up his hands. “I was actually going to ask you and Dad about it.”

Sirius beamed, and Harry could see the dog in him wanting to run in circles, chasing his tail. He stopped suddenly, “Your father is alive.” He said in an awed whisper, “16 years, and your father is alive.”

“Would you like to go see him?” Harry asked, “And Lupin too of course.”

Sirius said nothing, merely nodded, tears in his, not trusting his voice to speak.

Nodding, completely understanding the feelings of emotion that Sirius was dealing with, Harry silently led him to the kitchen.

He jerked in shock when he saw the clock at the base of the stairs and realized that it was almost 6 in the evening. He had slept for close to sixteen hours straight.

He entered the kitchen before Sirius, and saw that his father and Lupin where the only occupants of the kitchen and they were laughing raucously.

They paused as Harry walked in, and then stopped all together as Sirius timidly entered the kitchen behind his God son, as though using him for protection.

James and Lupin both jumped up, and everyone was silent for a moment as Harry walked out of the doorway and took a seat at the table.

“James.” Sirius said, tears flowing freely down his bearded face.

“Sirius!” James bellowed as he leapt across the kitchen in one movement, embracing his friend. Lupin stood back, watching the two embrace, both crying and laughing, until Sirius cried out, “Moony! You beast get over here!”

Like James, Lupin leapt across the room, and the three men laughing and hugging and all talking at once in the kitchen

Harry sat back, an amused smile on his face.

The three men, reminding Harry of excited little boys, finally came to the table, still talking and laughing over each other.


Molly came into the kitchen, yawning, froze in mid stretch and the spectacle before her. She spotted Harry in the corner and walked over to him, embracing him in a hug.

“Are you hungry, Harry?” She asked him, “What would you like to eat?” She continued at his eager nod.

“Molly!” Sirius said suddenly, jumping up, he embraced her in a hug, he picked her up and swung her in a circle.

“Put me down this instance!” She said laughing as she patted her hair back into place. She pulled out her wand to get started when Dobby ran in, a spatula in hand, a thick white bandage over his head, his huge ears sticking out, “No!” He said in his small voice, “Dobby must do it, sit down this instance!” He began shoeing her away from the stove.

“Dobby! Dobby! Comes back! Dobby’s not well!” Winky cried, out of breath as she scampered after him.

Molly, along with everyone in the room stopped, staring at the two house elves.

“Doby must make breakfast.” He said, throwing his nose in the air.

Winky reached out, grabbed the spatula and whacked him on the arm. “Dobby must sit down!” She said forcefully, pushing him into a small chair. “Dobby is hurt, so Winky must cook!” She said triumphantly, holding the spatula above her head, daring anyone to take it from her.

The room sat down obediently, collectively agreeing to allow Winky to cook.

Harry turned back towards the table, chuckling to himself to see his father, Sirius and Remus whispering conspiratorially, their heads huddled close to one another.

He cocked an eyebrow in question as he caught Lupin’s eye, and blinked in surprise as Lupin ducked his head back down, avoiding Harry’s eye contact.

“Oh no.” A voice said from the doorway. “What are you boys up to now?” Lily asked from the place she was standing, leaning against the door frame.

“By the way, Sirius, I really love what you have done with the place, it is ever so much better than it was when your parents where alive.” She continued as she strolled into the room and took a seat by her son.
“Yes, it is lovely, isn’t it?” Sirius said looking around in obvious pleasure, “However, I can’t take the credit for that one, we started it, but it was your son and his friends who made it truly beautiful again.”

Harry beamed at the praise his Godfather bestowed on him, happy that he had noticed and appreciated it. He smiled at his mother as she patted his back and kissed his cheek.

Sirius had begun to turn back to James and Lupin when he turned suddenly towards Harry. “Harry, what did you do with my mother?”

“That sounds so wrong, mate.” Ron said sniggering as he entered the kitchen.

Sirius rolled his eyes and turned back to Harry.

“She is in a back room in the top floor.” Harry said smugly.

“How on earth did you manage to get her off the wall? We tried for years!”

“I told her that you were dead, and that the house belonged to me, not to a Black family member, and I told her if she didn’t tell me how to remove the spells that I would rip the entire wall out around her and hire a muggle contractor to fix the damage.”

“That is brilliant.” Sirius said, nodding solemnly. “Men, I think it’s time.” Sirius said rising, followed by James and Lupin who wore equally solemn expressions

“Harry, come with us.” Sirius said leading the way out of the room.

Harry looked at his mother and Ron questioningly, but they both shrugged in response, he did however catch Lily rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

“First I would like to visit my mother.” Sirius said a wicked grin on his face.

Shaking his head, Harry led the way to the room, “Ok, he said, but I don’t think this is a good idea.”

Harry entered the room first, thankful that the smell was completely gone. He walked up to the picture and braised himself.

“Due to some interesting turn of events.” He began in a rush, Mrs. Black staring at him questioningly, “Sirius much like my parents is now alive again.”

He saw a look of disbelief cross her face and hastily continued before she could say anything. “He wants to see you because you are his mother. I am going to stand outside the door, and if I hear even a smidgen of a yell our deal is off, got it?!”

The woman looked like she was fighting some kind of internal battle, but finally she nodded, and Harry, satisfied that his threat would hold, left the room, motioning Sirius in.

He closed the door after him, and leaned against the wall. He sat by himself for several minutes, finally sinking back into his memories.