Harry and Sirius, The Relationship Between

By Phoebs

Warning: Darker contents later on. Mild language. Occasional violence. NOT SLASH.

Disclaimer: Most of the characters in this fanfic are from the HP series with the exception of a few. Don't sue...I'm disclaiming all that belongs to the richest author in the world. The plot is mine, hands off.

A fifth year story.

It was an hour before July 31. Harry was still wide-awake at eleven o'clock at night. Nothing other than the thoughts of his friends, Ron and Hermione, occupied his mind. He couldn't wait to see them. Right now, Harry would do anything just to get out of the Dursleys' house. For a moment there, he had dreamt that his godfather, Sirius, would blast through the front door and take him away. He was so caught up in his thoughts of leaving that he didn't notice a tiny owl knocking on his window. Harry snapped out of his dream and let the tiny owl in. It was Pig, Ron's owl. With much difficulty, Harry managed to get the letter off of the struggling Pig. He opened the letter and began reading it.

Hey Harry,

How's your summer? Mine was alright, we went to visit Charlie and he looks way darker than the last time we saw him. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that you can come to my house tomorrow. Dad and I willpick you up at ten in the morning. Oh, by the way, I'll give you your present when you get to my house. Can't wait to see you pal.

Ron

While Harry was reading Ron's letter, Hegwid came back with the neatly handwritten letter that was unmistakably Hermione's.

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday! I miss you so much! It's been a long time since I last saw you. I'll be at Ron's the day after your arrival, so I'll see you there. I sent a homemade cake for you. I know the muggles probably didn't give you enough to eat. Hope you enjoy it!

See you then - Hermione

With that, there was also another package. He opened it and found an odd object, the size of a baseball. It has a small hole in the middle of it. Harry read the note attached to the object.

Harry, this is a fodster. It can control the weather for two hours. Isn't it brilliant? Well, I hope you like it - Hermione

After reading the letter, he found two more owls fluttering inside his room, waiting to drop off the letters attached to their leg. One was from Hogwarts (the usual) and one from Sirius. He put the Hogwarts letter aside and began to read Sirius' letter.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY! I hope you're alright. I will see you soon at Hogwarts. Don't worry; I'm staying at Remus' house. Maybe you can come sometime. It's really nice here. Happy Birthday again and I don't mind if you choose to threaten the Dursley with me. At least then, you'll get some decent amount of food. I also sent some candy for you. See you real soon!

Sirius

Harry found the candy that Sirius sent. Harry wondered how Sirius managed that. I hope he didn't steal them from Honeydukes.

Then something else caught his eyes. Under the pile of sweets was an object that Harry had never seen before. It was the color of bright silver and Harry's name was engraved in gold on it. It looked just like a muggle lighter and coincidentally, it also has a button on the top. He had no idea whether it was a real lighter or not. He thought the idea of Sirius giving him a lighter to be highly unlikely as he wouldn't have any use for it.

What the hell do I do with this? Harry who was now aroused with curiosity, slowly pressed the button. He waited a minute, but nothing seems to be happening. Then out of nowhere, he heard a low chuckle. A second later, a burst of very loud laughter permeated all over Harry's room. It was Sirius' voice.

"Sirius?" asked Harry.

"No, it's not Sirius. It's a ghost," the voice said sarcastically. "Of course it's me! That sure took you long."

Harry was now full of confusion. "What took long?"

"It took you so long to find out what this thing does. It was absolutely hilarious seeing you stare and hold it as if it was a bomb that was about to explode!" answered Sirius.

Sirius was now laughing so loud that he woke Remus up.

"Hey Harry, Sirius made a fool out of you with your birthday present, didn't he?" asked Remus, amused.

"HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW THAT I CAN TALK TO YOU THROUGH THIS THING!" Harry burst out loudly, both stunned and surprised.

"Well, now you know," said Sirius coolly.

"Wait, did you say that you saw me holding this thing?" asked Harry, having just realized it.

"Yes, if you look on the bottom of the communik, there's another button that you can press to see the person you're talking to," said Sirius.

"What did you called it?" asked Harry.

"A communik," replied Sirius.

"Thanks for the communik, but I wish you could give someone a present the normal way. Just don't do that again!" Harry exclaimed.

"I'll try but I can't promise you anything! Besides, whoever heard of me doing anything the normal way?" Sirius answered back.

For some unfathomable reason, they broke into fits of laughter.They talked until Harry got tired and fell asleep at three in the morning. A few hours later, he was awaken by his Aunt.

"Wake Up! Get your lazy butt down here now!"

"Coming!" Harry answered back.

He put on his oversized t-shirt and went downstairs. Dudly was eating breakfast while Harry's uncle was reading a newspaper. Harry went over to his uncle and told him about Ron coming at ten to pick him up. Uncle Vernon responded in a less than civil tone.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Because you were asleep," said Harry, wanting to say more than just that.

"Are you trying to be smart with me?" asked Vernon, angrily.

"What else would you have wanted me to do? Would you rather prefer I wake you up early in the morning to tell you about it?" asked Harry.

"Don't get smart with me boy!"

"I'm not. I'm only stating facts," Harry replied coldly, his temper rising.

"Don't give me that snotty tone of yours! I will not tolerate you disrespecting me in my own home!"

Finally, Harry couldn't take it anymore and lost his temper.

"Why should I respect you when you treat me worst than dirt? If it weren't for your own stupidity, you would see that I was merely telling the truth! Get smart with you? Ha, I wouldn't dare! You're dumb enough without having me be smart with you!"

Harry left the kitchen before he could see his uncle's watermelon-colored face. He went straight up to his room and lay on his bed waiting for signs of Ron's arrival. Before long, it was ten and Harry perked up at the noises heheard from downstairs. He quickly went to see if it was Ron and unsurprisingly, it was. Mr. Weasley was there, along with Fred and George. The twin Weasleys rushed to Harry's room to grab his trunk.

"Hey Harry, how's it going?" asked George.

"Fine. I just told my uncle off. Never would I have thought it could feel this good!"

"Wicked!" said Fred and George together.

Then they went to meet Ron and Mr. Weasley.

"Hello Harry, are you alright?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"Yes, thanks," said Harry.

Mr. Weasley remained as polite and nice as usual toMr. Dursley even after what happened on their last encounter. He was about to tell him thanks for letting Harry stay with him, but once he walked out, Mr. Dursley slammed the door right in Mr. Weasley's face. Harry was glad to leave because he knew Uncle Vernon was still furious at what he said to him.He quickly dropped that thought. He was free. Finally! Harry now wondered how they were going to get to the Burrow, but his question was answered once he turned around and saw a nice medium-size car that was unmistakably new and shiny under the bright sunlight.

Harry was amazed.

"Hello!" cried Ron, waving his hands wildly in front of Harry's face. "Are you coming or what?"

"Yeah..." said Harry, in a bit of a shock.

"Dad's got a promotion, that's how we got the car," said Ron, seeing the look on Harry's face.

In no time, they were back at the Burrow. The new car was extremely fast. It was powered by magic and has a maximum speed that's far greater than any muggle vehicle.It was so fast that Fred and George managed to get a new hairstyle, one where their hair was standing straight up from their heads. To Harry and Ron's surprise, it actually suited them. When they made it to the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie greeted them. Ron went over and gave Bill and Charlie a brotherly hug.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming to visit?" asked Ron.

"We wanted to surprise you," said Bill.

"So, are you surprised little brother?" asked Charlie.

"Yeah, I am," answered Ron, as Harry came to greet Bill and Charlie as well.

Ron began to speak again.

"Charlie, what happened to you?" asked Ron, noticing burns all over his body. He was red from head to toe and Ron wouldn't be surprised if someone can spot it from miles away.

"Well, seems to me that Norbert and his children are quite the hand full," said Charlie.

"Children?" exclaimed Ron and Harry, simultaneously.

"Yep, children. You see, we have acres and acres of land and space for the dragons to run around and it just so happen that Norbert found himself a mate. The next thing my buddies and I knew, there were baby dragons everywhere! Sure, they were cute, some of them at least, but they're also very playful and hard to handle. That's how I got all these burns," finished Charlie.

"Did you tell Hagrid yet?" asked Harry.

"No, not yet. I was hoping that you two would break it to him when you get to Hogwarts."

"Sure, we'll do it," answered Harry.

"Great, enough about the dragons. Why don't we go inside?" Bill suggested.

With that, they all walked inside. Mrs. Weasley gave Harry an almost suffocating hug as usual. Then Harry and Ron went upstairs to Ron's room. As Harry was unpacking a few things, Ron noticed the communik.

"What's this?" asked Ron.

"Oh, that's Sirius' gift to me for my birthday," answered Harry, a small smile making his way on his face.

They conversed about the communik until it was supper time. They had a delicious meal as always. Afterwards, they had a game of exploding snap before finally going to bed at around eleven. Although they were in bed, neither of them went to sleep. They were both lost in their thoughts, but was interrupted Sirius' voice.

"So, how's the candy-loving maniac and my never-stop-worrying godson?" joked Sirius.

"Hey, I am NOT a candy-loving maniac!" said Ron.

"Oh, you're not, huh?" Sirius taunted. "Then what's that in your mouth right now? Breath mint?" .

Ron began to blush. Harry laughed silently before sobering up.

"So what's on your mind, Harry?" asked Sirius, becoming serious once more.

"Everything."

"And by everything, do you mean Voldemort?"

Ron flinched at the mention of You-Know-Who's name.

"How can I not worry when I'm able to feel his power growing every passing minute...knowing that it was because of me that he's regaining his strength?"

"Harry, you know that there's nothing you can do to stop him from regenerating. What happened was not your fault. You didn't willingly gave him your blood. You were forced to. There's no point in blaming yourself, so stop worrying about it. It is not your sole responsibility to fight You-Know-Who. Right now, Dumbledore is doing all he can about this. You shouldn't worry yourself too much over that. It's not worth it.You're only adding more stress to yourself.You have to stay on top of things and be strong."

Harry was touched that Sirius cared as much as he did. Sure, there were many others who cared about him and his well-being, but for some reason, this felt different.

"Right now, can you promise me to just worry about yourself?" asked Sirius in a concern tone.

"Isn't that a bit selfish?"

"Alright, how about you promise to worry less about Voldemort and more about yourself?"

"Alright, I promise," said Harry.

"Good."

"Night Sirius."

"Night Harry, sweet dreams."

Ron had fallen asleep a while ago or at least they thought he did. After Harry said goodnight to Sirius, he too had fallen asleep. The next day, Harry was woken up by the voices downstairs. He also found a box on the foot of his bed. Ron was still sleeping. Harry took the small box and saw a note attached to it.

Harry, this is my gift to you. I left it on your bed after you fell asleep. I knew you'd think that I'd have already fallen asleep after your conversation with Sirius. But anyways, happy birthday.

Ron

Harry unwrapped the gift and found a tag right beside the gift.

Transbeamer-make can't see to can see! The Transbeamer shoots a beam of light that can see through solid objects, even walls. Product brought to you by Magic Corp. Inc.

Harry took the transbeamer and shot it at the wall and saw the inside of Ginny's room. He sat on his bed admiring the transbeamer when Ron finally woke up.

"So, do you like it?" asked Ron.

"No, I don't like it. I love it! Thanks Ron."