A/N: Hello everyone! I know, I'm a terrible person, you can all boo and hiss at me, but I've been really busy with some things at this time, and this chapter was hard for me to write, but I promise you it's worth the wait!! Enjoy, and don't forget to REVIEW!!!

Chapter 12: How to deal.

Harry walked numbly into the Great Hall once again. Dumbledore raised his eyebrows at Harry; Harry nodded. Dumbledore looked momentarily worried, then resumed his normal care-free facial expression. James looked at him long and hard, and the others were just curious. Sirius more than others. Harry looked up at the staff table again to see Dumbledore talking to Professor Jack. He looked worried, until Dumbledore told him (presumably) to act as though nothing had happened. Professor Jack nodded at Harry, and gave him a look that said YOU, ME, TALKING, NOW. Professor Jack got up and so did Harry, and James' eyes followed him out of the hall once again, wondering for the billionth time what was in the letter.

Harry rushed down the hallway towards the DADA classroom, where he knew Sirius would be waiting for him. He rammed into the door before he realized that he should probably open it first, and then rushed in to find Sirius with a worried look on his face.

"What did he say?" he demanded.

"Oh, hi, Sirius, nice to see you too."

"Any day, Harry! What he said affects me too! When you go, I go!" yelled Sirius fiercely.

Harry hadn't thought of it this way before. In fact, he'd never even considered the thought that he'd loose Sirius to Voldemort again. He put that thought in the back of his mind, it was too much to handle right now.

He shook his head to clear it. "Yeah, OK, umm, he said that he was sad to see me alive, and that my days were numbered and that he was going to kill me," he paused, "in as many words," he added.

Sirius looked stunned. He said nothing. Harry touched his shoulder. Still nothing. "Sirius?" said Harry tentatively.

That snapped him out of it. "Well, we can't let that happen now, can we?" he said enthusiastically, although Harry could tell that his godfather wanted to sit down and sob.

"I don't know what he meant by 'Your time is up'. Does that mean now, or in a few days, or what?" Harry wondered.

Sirius sighed. "I don't know either, Harry, but go tell you father and mother, and talk to Hermione," he said. Harry didn't move. "Any time, Harry!"

Still Harry didn't move. He looked at his feet and said softly, "If we go soon, just remember that I love you," he felt his throat blocking up, "and I'll miss you for the rest of my life." He looked up. His eyes were glistening.

Sirius walked towards him wordlessly and embraced him. They stood there for a while, until Harry broke away and left to find his parents.

He found his father first, with younger Sirius, as usual. James looked up at Harry with confusion and concern in his eyes. A jerk of the head from Harry prompted James and Sirius to follow him to yet another empty classroom.

"What was that letter about?" asked James.

"Who was it from?" put in Sirius.

Harry sighed. "It was Voldemort. He's taking me back soon, I don't know when. I do know that it's not gonna be pretty. You know how he hates it when I'm alive."

James looked over at Sirius, who, for what felt like the billionth time is 2 months, had his jaw on the floor.

"V-V-V-V-Y-You-Know-Who?" stuttered Sirius. 'Well, what does he want with you anyway?"

Harry paced. "Long story that even I don't know all of. According to Hermione," he paused involuntarily upon saying her name, thinking that he really must talk to her soon, then he shook his head to clear it. "According to Hermione, Voldemort sent me here by accident, and landed me in the middle of a Death Eater camp, where my father just happened to be imprisoned in 15-year-old form. Convenient, hey?"

James and Sirius gaped in bewilderment.

"Well, now he's decided I've gotten enough time with you two and it's time for me to die, something he's decided several times before."

Sirius shut his mouth before opening it again to speak. "Wait, what's so special about me?"

"You're my godfather," said Harry simply and irritably.

Sirius nodded. "Cool," he said.

He wasn't really surprised.

James was still in awe. "So what happens to us? What about everyone who knew you, what about Lily?"

Harry pulled out his wand and set it on the table beside him. He looked at it, scrutinized it, thought about it. His face was scrunched in concentration.

Something occurred to James. "And why did you want to spend time with me anyway? I mean, I'm your father, I should be spending lots of time with you, especially in you OWL year, and really especially ESPECIALLY if You-Know-Who is after you like this. Hey, why is he after you anyway?"

At this Harry seemed to make up his mind about whatever it was his mind was unmade about. "I'm sorry, Dad, Sirius, that Voldemort killed Grandmum and Granddad," he began slowly and determinedly, "and I'm sorry to tell you this, but Dad, you and Mum are killed by Voldemort when I'm one," he said. James' jaw dropped, again, and he shook his head, trying to take in this stunning information. Harry went on, "Voldemort tries to kill me too, but it doesn't work, and that's why I have that lightning shaped scar on my forehead."

Sirius was staring wide eyed at Harry. "Sirius, you're blamed for the death of 12 muggles and one wizard and sent to Azkaban for those 13 murders you didn't commit."

"So who actually killed all those people?" asked Sirius incredulously.

"Peter Pettigrew," said Harry.

Both James and Sirius were overwhelmed now.

"Sirius, you are killed by your cousin Bellatrix LeStrange when I'm in fifth year," Harry stammered, his emerald eyes glistening.

James' eyes were glossing over too. "Why are you telling us this?"

Harry picked up his wand, a sad expression on his face. "Because it doesn't matter."

He pointed the holly wand at his father. Sirius stared at him, stunned.

Fighting back the tears, Harry concentrated on what had to be done.

"Obliviate!"