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Chapter Two - Marauding Memories

"Molly, yet again you have outdone yourself. This is magnificent, although this saddens me to say it I must leave for a short while."

"Not before you've tried the starter you're not!" and from the fierce look she gave the wizened man she meant to back up her statement, by force-feeding him if necessary. "Well since you insist Molly," the twinkle returning to his eyes, "but I really cannot stay too long. There is a matter that needs my attention. I promise you that I shall return before the evening." The gaggle of wizards sat down and began to eat, Dumbledore leaving before the twins attempted to hand him one of their Canary Creams, while their mother was talking to Hermione about S.P.E.W - Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare (a society Hermione had begun only last year after discovering more than 100 house-elves worked at Hogwarts).

Hermione was determined to allow all elves to have pay and holidays, even though the magical creatures themselves were quite horrified at this idea. You see house-elves like working for humans, and they most certainly don't want to get paid - with the exception of Harry's friend Dobby. Dobby was an oddity in the realm of elves. He wanted to be paid for work and to wear clothes (house-elves aren't allowed to wear proper clothes because if their master were to hand them clothes the elf would be freed). He was currently employed by Dumbledore to work in the kitchens of Hogwarts where the other elves ignored him as much as possible. Harry meanwhile was having one of the best birthdays of his life.

"Ron, I can't thank you enough for this!"

"Don't mention it mate," replied Ron quickly, "You really deserve this."

"Do you think we can have a quick game of Quidditch after lunch?"

"Sure, I could do with breaking in my new broom!"

"You've got a new broom!? What type is it? Can I see it?"

"Not until you finished your food Harry," chimed Molly. "Of course not Mrs. Weasley, I couldn't possibly let any of this wonderful food go to waste."

"You always say the kindest things dear," said Molly. In a quieter tone, almost to herself she added, "Just like your mother."

When the plates were clear (no mean feat considering the meal was almost banquet sized), Ron rushed inside and returned a few minutes later carrying a bunch of brooms. Harry immediately recognised his faithful Firebolt, but was shocked when he saw the gold lettering on the broom Ron carried in his left hand. 'Nimbus 2001'. "What, you thought only Malfoy could have one of these? Fred and George bought it for me, seems they got their money back from Bagman." 'Like that'd ever happen' Harry thought cheerfully. It was more likely the twins had paid for the broom with the Tri-Wizard Tournament winnings Harry had given them recently.

They were in the air before they reached the hill at the end of the garden. Harry feeling exhilarated to be once again flying through the cool air. Ginny, riding Ron's old broom an aging Comet 260; Fred and George; and most surprisingly of all, Hermione were all zooming around, hidden from the prying eyes of Muggles by a ring of twenty foot tall trees. Hermione it seemed wasn't a confident flyer and decided to lie off from performing the reckless manoeuvring that came to Harry so naturally. Harry noticed that there were now 3 tall posts with rings on the tops. The Weasley's had started to create their own Quidditch pitch.

"This is brilliant Ron. When did you learn to fly like that?" Harry asked, as Ron dove gracefully towards the ground and pulled up rather sharply. "I've always been this good. It was that bloody Comet of mine that mucked about with my flying." 'Yeah right' Harry thought to himself. Ginny seemed to be flying pretty well even on the 'bloody Comet' as Ron had put it. In fact both Ginny and Ron appeared to be very accomplished flyers. He remembered the letter he had received only a short while ago from Professor McGonagall. 'There's a position open on the team'. Fred and George had obviously noticed their siblings' abilities and flew directly over to Harry.

"Happy Birthday Harry," said George. "Yeah and er, congratulations for becoming team captain," mumbled Fred, as if he were disappointed about something. "Thanks you guys," replied Harry, "But just because I'm captain doesn't mean I'll let you get away with more than Oliver did. You guys are going to have to give me a lot of advice you know."

"Sure Boss!"

"Hey! Don't go calling me that; I'm Harry, just Harry. Remember that."

The twins laughed and sped off towards their younger brother. Harry noticed that the only person who didn't seem to be enjoying themselves happened to be the person that caused his heart to flutter and his stomach to lurch whenever he saw her. Hermione was very busy just trying to stay on her broom, her hands gripping the broom so hard the whites of her knuckles were showing. As he gently urged the Firebolt towards her, a sudden gust of wind blew upwards and caught Hermione off guard. Without thinking Harry was by her side in an instant, holding her hand to steady her.

"Th-thanks Harry," her voice hardly above a whisper. The moment she looked up however, Harry felt as if he had been given an electric shock, his skin tingled, his stomach - for the third time that day - lurched. If their hands had not been linked Hermione would be the one saving Harry from the pull of gravity.

"Are you sure you want to be up here with us? I mean if you're not comfortable with flying, you don't have to do it."

"No, no I can manage. I think I'll just hover a little closer to the ground."

Harry looked down at his hands and noticed that he hadn't released his hold on Hermione's hand. So as to not make her knowledgeable of this fact, he faked a wobble, let go of her hand quickly and placed it on the handle of his broom.

Some time later, as the sun was slowly lowering itself below the horizon, Harry and his friends wandered lazily back towards the house.

"You were brilliant up there Ginny! Who knows, you might make the team this year," whispered Harry into Ginny's ear. He didn't want Ron to hear in case he got jealous, again.

"You really think so Harry?"

"Of course I do! You're a natural up there and you know it. Ron's just being Ron when he said it was the Comet's fault he used to fly badly. You were on the Comet and you flew better than he did on his Nimbus."

"You know Harry, I always liked you because you were famous for defeating You-Know-Who. But now that I know you I like you even more." With this said Ginny raised herself on tiptoes and tenderly kissed Harry's cheek causing his face to turn a shade of red much the same as Ginny's hair. Hermione, who was looking much better now her feet were on solid ground, saw this and a scowl darkened her face. Luckily she reigned her anger in before anyone noticed.

A familiar sight greeted Harry as they neared the house. The tables, earlier covered in copious amounts of food, now flew through the air gracefully. Occasionally they zoomed away from each other only to return to each other with a loud crack. Bill and Charlie, the two eldest Weasley's had their wands out and were directing the tables in their deadly air ballet. A wide grin appeared on Harry's face as he raced towards the spectacle, Charlie's table losing one of its legs in a daring manoeuvre that unfortunately ended in its defeat just as he reached Bill.

"Happy Birthday Harry, good to see you again," chortled Bill and Charlie together. They were breathing heavily as they magicked the legs back onto their respective tables. Charlie's table was extremely battered but with a wave of his wand was restored to its former glory.

"Hey Harry, do you want to try this? Its good fun you know. I want to practice against someone who won't beat me every time I do it." The last comment was obviously aimed at Bill, because Bill looked as if he were trying not to burst out in laughter.

"Er, sure," replied Harry, uncertain of what to do. "You're gonna have to tell me how to do it though, I've never played with flying tables before."

"Well all you have to do," said Bill, recovering from his bout of giggles, his dragon's hide leather jacket gleaming in the golden rays of diminishing sunlight, "is to use a simple levitating spell, like Wingardium Leviosa for example. When both tables are in the air, all you have to do is use your wand to direct your table's movements. Here I'll show you."

Bill raised his wand muttered an incantation under his breath and aimed at the table he had used moments earlier. Steadily it rose into the air and hovered, motionless. As Bill moved his wand, the table copied his movements exactly.

"Do you want to try now Harry?" said Bill as he lowered the table to the ground. Charlie meanwhile was raising his table back into the air and sending it flying through the air as if it were a Quidditch player zooming around a pitch.

"Here goes nothing. Wingardium Leviosa!" The table rose unsteadily but the higher Harry raised it the more balanced it became.

"Right now Harry all you have to do is move your wand and the table will move as well."

Gradually Harry managed to get his table to perform a slow, lingering loop. After a few more minutes practice Harry felt ready enough to pit his skills against Charlie's. Harry imagined he must look more confident than he was feeling, because as he looked around all he saw were smiles.

'Good Luck Harry' he thought to himself. Raising his wand he directed the table to fly in a succession of ever widening circles. Charlie's table meanwhile looked as if it were a bull eyeing a matador. Harry could have sworn he saw one of its back legs bend backwards as if roughing up the imaginary ground.

Just then he looked around and stared directly into the eyes of Hermione. She averted her gaze quickly and gasped. While Harry had been distracted his table had done something unexpected. 20 feet above the ground Harry's table was chasing Charlie's, which seemed to be trailing its back 2 legs. Only splinters connected them.

'What just happened?' he thought. He was interrupted by his momentary disbelief from the loud bang that occurred as a result of Charlie's table breaking in half.

"Wow Harry, you're better at this than I thought!" laughed Charlie. With a flick of his wand the table was restored and floated gently towards the ground. Harry, completely dumbfounded by the recent events, followed suit, his table setting down mere seconds later.

"That was an impressive display you two put on there, although I reckon you wouldn't have beaten me Harry!"

Harry turned around quickly, eyes widening in shock. Within a few short bounds Harry had come face to face with his godfather.

"Sirius, what are you doing here? What if the Ministry of Magic come rou-" Harry couldn't finish his sentence as Sirius Black had wrapped his godson in a tight hug.

"Don't worry Harry. Arthur kindly told the Ministry that as it was his day off he didn't want the Ministry to contact him at all, and Dumbledore placed some charms around The Burrow. No dementors are coming anywhere near here. Besides Harry, I've missed too many of your birthday's and I thought that it was time to break from that tradition. From now on every birthday you'll be seeing me."

Harry was too pleased to see his godfather that he didn't notice the tears of joy streaming down his face. Harry returned the hug with perhaps slightly less force but the same amount of love.

"It's so good to see you Sirius."

"Hey knock it off with the crying, you'll ruin my new robes!" he laughed jokingly, pulling back from Harry and holding both his shoulders. "Come on inside. It's time for your presents to see the light of day, or should that be the light of the moon?"

As Sirius said this Harry looked at the sky and noticed that it had grown a decidedly darker shade of blue, there were no longer any golden bars of sunlight reaching through the trees. A cool breeze ruffled Harry's hair.

Once inside the main room of the house Harry could see a rather large pile of multicoloured boxes piled carefully in a corner. On closer inspection some of the wrapping papers had moving pictures, others had bands of constantly changing colours.

"Our presents are upstairs Harry," whispered George. Fred sidled over and spoke quietly into his other ear, "We don't want Mum to see what we've got for you. She'd kill us if she found out."

"Uh, OK," replied Harry.

When everyone had gathered Harry turned around and looked into the eyes of everyone present, his eyes lingering perhaps a little longer on Hermione's, before coming to rest on Dumbledore's who's light blue eyes twinkled in the light.

"Er… I really don't know how to say this but, I just want to thank every one of you here. You guys are more of a family to me than the Dursleys could ever be. This is probably the best birthday I've ever had," glancing at Sirius he quickly added, "to the best of my memory, and I got to share it with the people I love." At this Molly started to weep gently, a small smile betraying her happiness at these words. Sirius just looked at Harry with a look in his eyes that Harry had only ever seen once, in the only photo Harry had of him, at his parents wedding. Molly, Ginny and Hermione all came over to him and gave him hugs, tears of joy glistening their eyes.

Looking briefly over the pile of boxes in front of him Harry decided to start with the smallest and to work his way upwards. Carefully removing the paper (covered in images of a black dog waving it's tail - a large pawprint decided for Harry who the present was from) he pulled out a box that weighed more than he expected. Easing the lid off and placing it on the table beside him he heard Molly Weasley gasp quietly. She was staring at the contents of the box as if she had just seen a ghost. Arthur Weasley looked much the same. Returning his gaze to the box he gently lifted out a pocket watch of the purest gold Harry had ever seen in his life. He turned it over in his hands and nearly dropped the precious item when he saw the inscription on the back.

'Harry James Potter,

Born at 5:09 AM on the 31^st July 198#

To Lily and James Potter'

Harry looked up immediately into Sirius's warm black eyes. 'Thank you' he mouthed, unable to make a sound. "That watch was one of the few things I was able to find after… Anyway it was so small I was able to place an invisibility charm on it before I was taken to Azkaban. If I hadn't the dementors probably would have destroyed it or something similar. I've kept that with me for fourteen years now, waiting for the right time to hand it over to you Harry. It is a very special watch so you better take care of it. The chain is made from the tail hair of a baby unicorn and has an unbreakable charm over it. Once you place it over you're head nothing alive will be able to remove it from you. I'll tell you more about it soon, don't want to keep you from opening your other presents." Sirius turned away quickly and walked into the kitchen. With a glance at Harry, Dumbledore followed. A few seconds later the pair returned, Dumbledore's hand laid across Sirius' shoulder.

Harry's next present came as no surprise to him. Molly had yet again knitted Harry a jumper, this time however it was black with the image of a red and gold bird emblazoned across the chest. A phoenix. "Thanks Mrs. Weasley."

The next present proved to be a mystery to Harry. Unsure what to expect Harry had picked up what appeared to be a blank sheet of parchment, the same proportions as the Marauders Map (perhaps the most valuable aid to rule breaking Harry had next to his dad's old invisibility cloak). Looking up at Sirius he asked "What's this all about then?"

"It's from Remus and me and I've got one word for you Harry, 'Marauders'," replied Sirius. He gained looks of disbelief from Fred, George, Ron and Hermione, but Molly and Arthur were gazing at Sirius with dawning recognition.

"Marauders, did you just say?" asked Arthur, "You can't be talking about…?" Harry turned to the elder Weasley's. "What do you know about the Marauders?"

"What do we know about them? Only that we were friends with them when we were at Hogwarts. James and Lily, Sirius here, Kimberly Ward, Remus Lupin, Michelle Rinier, Peter Pettigrew, and Leslie Parsons. We were four years above them and they did everything together. They used to look up to us I seem to remember. Always getting into trouble and we were the ones who helped them out of it."

"You knew my parents when you were at school?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Of course we did dear, how could we not. Your parents were probably the brightest and best students in the school. Lily was easily better at charms in her first year than most seventh years, and James…Well everything came easily to James. I mean he was doing advanced magic by the time he was in his third year," Molly said.

A single tear was falling down Sirius' face. He was obviously remembering times gone by with Harry's parents. Harry sometimes forgot that he wasn't the only one who missed them. "So Sirius," Harry attempted to bring Sirius away from those memories (he didn't want his godfather to break down), "all I've got to do is to say the phrase have I."

"You could say that. You might want to say 'hi' first."

"Okay…" Harry picked up the parchment and laid it across the table. Picking up his wand he conjured up a quill and some ink.

Dipping the feather into the ink he quickly wrote on the parchment 'Hello, my name is Harry Potter' and waited patiently. The ink disappeared into the parchment and was replaced by a line of text that read 'Hello Harry Potter, I am called Prongs, and these are my friends Padfoot, Moony and Wormtail. What do you wish to talk to us about?'

Shocked momentarily by the name of the person who had responded, Harry started to write but quickly realised there was no ink on the quill. Harry was shocked because of one thing. When Harry's parents were at school, they were part of a group of Gryffindor students who called themselves the Marauders. James, Harry's dad, had been a best friend with three of those students. One of those friends was called Remus Lupin and had harboured a dark secret. Remus was a werewolf and James had discovered this. In order to help their friend the Marauders had spent 3 years learning how to transform themselves into animals that would be able to keep him company while he was in his changed state; in short the Marauders had managed to become illegal Animagi.

Sirius was able to transform himself into a large black dog, and so was called Padfoot, Peter Pettigrew became a rat and took on the name Wormtail and Remus was given the nickname Moony because of his unfortunate predicament. What shocked Harry was that the one who had assumed the name of Prongs, and could morph into a large stag, was none other than James Potter, Harry's father. No one but the Marauders had known this until Harry's third year at Hogwarts when Harry had discovered that Sirius was his godfather. In fact the only people who did know of the Marauders secret were those standing in the room at that very moment. Only one other, to Harry's knowledge, knew of this fact. Severus Snape.

Remembering the ink this time Harry wrote more. 'Hello Prongs, I was wondering if you could tell me what this document is. It was given to me as a present from Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.'

Again the text faded only to be replaced. 'How do you know Sirius and Remus?'.

'They're my friends,' Harry hesitated before deciding to continue, 'and they knew my parents, Lily and James.'

'Not to be rude and all but how can Lily and I be your parents? We've only just left school.'

'This parchment was written just after you left school? If this is like the Marauders Map then you are the memory of an 18-year old James Potter and I was born quite awhile after you and Lily left school. That's why you don't know me.'

'I'm gonna let Padfoot talk to you while I think about what you just said.' The parchment went blank for a minute or two. Harry waited patiently for Padfoot to appear. "That's quite a conversation you're having there Harry, care to inform us about it?" asked Sirius politely. "I'm talking with my dad," replied Harry quietly, "and I'm just about to talk with an 18-year old version of you."

"Oh."

'Hello Harry Potter, Prongs informs me that you wish to know about this sacred document. What's the password?'

"What?" Harry cried aloud.

"What is it Harry?" asked Ron.

"Padfoot just asked me for the password. Is there a password Sirius?"

"Don't ask me, I can barely remember writing the map let alone that thing. As far as I know you'll have to convince me, I mean Padfoot, that you're worthy enough to see what it holds." Again, dipping the quill into the ink Harry began to write. 'There is no password. This is just a test to see if I am worthy enough to see what this parchment holds. Padfoot if I am worthy enough to see the contents of the Marauders Map wouldn't I be worthy also for this document?' Harry's words disappeared almost as quickly as he wrote them down and a single word replaced them.

'Maybe.'

"Maybe? Maybe? What's that supposed to mean?"

'Alright Harry Potter, it is the duty of Moony and I to allow you access to this sacred item. Moony, if you would do the honours. Certainly Padfoot. Do you Harry Potter so solemnly swear that you are up to no good?' Taking his wand Harry tapped the document and repeated the words of Moony, "I so solemnly swear I am up to no good."

'Congratulations Harry Potter, you have been granted access to a most scared artefact of magic, so pure and precious it contains knowledge that cannot be found in written lore.' With this the writing disappeared once more. In its place at the top edge of the parchment 8 words appeared. 'The Marauders Guide To Curses and Dark Arts.' This was quickly followed by 'Here you will find knowledge of every curse, hex and form of Dark Magic known to wizarding kind.' With that boxes quickly appeared, dissecting the parchment into sections. Each section contained a title, for example 'Potions', 'Creatures'. 'The Unforgivable Curses' in particular caught Harry's eye.

Harry decided that he would look more closely at this later. He had already spent too much time over it tonight. "Mischief managed" he spoke and with a tap from his wand the writing vanished. All bar 2 short words.

'Goodbye Harry.'

'Goodbye dad' Harry thought to himself.

Harry wandered back over to his pile of presents and noticed a large box covered in wrapping paper with images of dragons. Hungarian Horntails if Harry guessed correctly. 'This must be Hagrid's present.' Carefully loosening one end, Harry slid the box out of the paper. Slowly, he lifted the lid and looked inside. What he saw amazed him. Pulling the cloak out Harry looked at it in complete awe. "That's made from the hide of a Hungarian Horntail Harry," breathed Charlie. Charlie, who had worked with dragons since he left Hogwarts, obviously knew what he was talking about. "What's that image on the right shoulder Harry?" asked Hermione.

"I believe, Hermione, that it is a phoenix," Dumbledore replied unexpectedly. Hermione blushed furiously. She, unlike Harry was unused to the headmaster calling her by her first name. "Why would Hagrid send me a dragons hide cloak with an image of a phoenix on it?"

"Because that is not all he sent you Harry. Look at the box."

Amazingly it seemed Hagrid had given him more. Reaching into the box ('surely it must have a charm on it to hold all this stuff' he thought) Harry pulled out a pair of boots, trousers, a surprisingly light pullover, gloves and a jacket all made from the same material as the cloak. As Harry pulled each item out he noticed the same image of a phoenix on each one.

"What does this mean though Professor?"

"That I cannot say at this moment. All I can tell you now is that when you are ready you will know the answer. Please think no more on it tonight."

Looking at his newly acquired pocket watch, Harry was startled to find that he had opened only 3 presents in an hour. He wondered heavily whether anyone else had noticed the time he was spending. Harry picked up the next package. He knew immediately it was from Ron because, like his mother, the present was usually the same each year. But that was okay because Harry loved Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and Chocolate Frogs.He knew Ron loved to give him these because Harry always shared them with him too.

The next gift was from Hermione. Harry opened a very meticulously wrapped box and slid the lid off.Inside was a large, leather bound book with Strategies written on the front in block letters.When he opened it he saw the first page was labelled Chasers, and it was filled with people in Quidditch robes, of all different heights and weights.This went on for three pages, and then there were two pages of beaters and a page of seekers.The next few pages contained different Quidditch manoeuvres and explanations for each of them.When he got to the end, there was a Quidditch field spread out over two pages, but it was completely empty of players. There were two bludgers, a quaffle and a snitch off to the side.He looked up at Hermione, not wanting to insult her, but not quite sure how to use the book. She looked at him in amusement, as if she had expected this and moved closer to him, pulling out her wand.

"Watch," she said.She took her wand and quickly touched the tip of it to three of the chasers, two beaters, and a seeker. Then she did the same thing all over again.When she flipped to the last page, it was now showing two full Quidditch teams on their brooms in the air.The bottom of the left page said Team A and the right said Team B. "Now, touch your wand to Team A, then pick out a manoeuvre you want to use, then give it to Ron," she said, "You do the same for team B," she continued, looking at Ron. Harry and Ron did as they were told, then flipped to the back of the book again. An actual game was playing out and the teams were performing the moves both of them had chosen. "You can use it to see what the plays will look like ahead of time, and see what defences work best," Harry said, figuring it out.This was fantastic!He looked up at Hermione grinning broadly.

"Thank you!" he said happily.She smiled back at him, sending shivers racing up and down his spine. "Glad you like it."
"Like it? I love it!Do you know how much this will help when we're practicing this year?It's great!" Harry said excitedly.He gingerly placed the book on the table and picked up another present.

He pulled the lid off the tiny box and peered inside; suddenly a flash of gold flew out of the box, and hovered in front of him.Harry gasped as he saw it was a golden snitch.He stared at it in amazement until suddenly it zoomed across the room Harry stood up to go after it but before he could take a step, Ginny plucked it from the air, and handed it to him. "Look at that, I beat you to the snitch," she said playfully. He just beamed at her. This was so wonderful. He wouldn't have to practice with apples or rocks any longer; he had his own snitch.

"How did you…?" Harry began, but Ginny interrupted him. "Dad, Charlie, Percy and Bill aren't the only ones in this house who have job's you know."

"How did you know what I was going to say?"

"Because it was obvious. We're poor and snitches cost a lot of money, so therefore you were gonna ask me how I could afford it. See, I'm not as dumb as Ron, Harry." She said, sending a teasing look towards her brother. Smiling, Harry replied, "I never said you were Ginny. I actually want to ask you where you got it. I've been to Quality Quidditch Supplies and I've never seen them display any snitches before."

"Oh, I'm not going to tell you Harry Potter. You'll have to find out for yourself." A playful glint appeared in her eyes as she said this.

'Oh my God. First I start having feelings for Hermione and now I'm flirting with Ginny. What's happening to me?' Harry thought, realising the moment he finished that he already knew the answer. A strong voice at the back of his mind replied quickly. 'You're growing up. Fast.'

On the pretext of wanting to open his final present, Harry broke eye contact with Ginny, who just smiled and sat down, throwing the snitch into the air and catching it every so often before it's wings could unfurl again. Harry turned back towards the pile, or rather the one remaining item. Harry bent over and picked up the last package. Harry quickly unravelled the paper, marvelling at the weight of this last present. Harry placed it on the table and looked at Dumbledore.

"Er… Professor, not that I'm ungrateful, because I'm not you know, but why have you given me a pensieve?"

"Harry, last year you experienced many things. Things that no man alive, let alone someone as young as fourteen, should face. As I once explained to you, a pensieve is used to pull out extraneous thoughts and store them in a way that will allow you to ponder over them in a more, how shall I say, logical manner," responded the wiser man. "This will allow you to separate your thoughts so that they will overwhelm you no longer." Looking Harry directly in the eyes, Dumbledore continued, "Now that you have received your gifts I believe that it is time for Sirius and I to leave you. The spells are in place, are they not Arthur?"

"Oh yes Albus, Alastor and I performed them the moment you told us Harry would be staying."

"Then it is safe for me to leave. Molly I wish to thank you for a most wonderful lunch, and again Happy Birthday Harry. We will see each other again before you return to Hogwarts. Come Sirius, say your goodbyes and we will be off."

Rushing over to Harry, Sirius once again pulled him into a crushing hug. This time Harry didn't care. "Thank you for everything Sirius, I mean that. You're the closest thing I've got to a dad, you know that don't you?"

"Hey, and you're like a son to me Harry. Like Albus said, we'll see you before you go back to Hogwarts; and stop with the crying alright, you'll get me started again," Sirius chuckled. To Harry it sounded false as if Sirius were trying to cover his true feelings. The moment passed however and the pair stood apart. "Goodbye Sirius."