Hello! Here's a little story idea I've had for nearly a year now... I'm finally getting it written! Hope you guys like it!

Harry walked quickly down the hall of Grimmauld Place, slipping into the room he and Ron shared. He snapped the door closed behind him before going over to sit on the closest bed, the one he slept in.

So. The trial was finally over. He got off. Though, if Fudge had gotten his way, he'd be having his wand snapped in half right now. He reached into his pocket and pulled his wand out, running his fingers along the smooth wood.

His wand. His trusty wand. Which, he had to admit, had most likely saved his life back in June… If there hadn't been that connection between the two wands…

Harry's scar gave a sudden twinge, and he quickly set his wand down on the bed next to him. He pressed both of his hands against his forehead as he gritted his teeth. Behind his closed eyes, he saw a very blurry scene, and a sudden flash of bright green light, accompanied by a peal of cruel, high, cold laughter and a dull knocking noise.

He opened his eyes back up a few seconds later, the bedroom slowly coming back into focus. He groaned and flopped backwards, still rubbing his scar, which was now prickling as usual. He sat there for a few moments, before a sudden voice behind him spoke up.

"How often does your scar hurt like that?"

Harry shot up and twisted around to face the doorway, scrambling to grab his wand from in the folds of the blanket spread out on the bed. He calmed down considerably when he saw that it was Sirius standing there.

"Merlin, Sirius. You nearly gave me a heart attack. I didn't hear you come in," Harry said.

"No, I don't suppose you did," Sirius responded quietly. "You looked a bit preoccupied."

Harry shrugged slightly as Sirius stepped into the room, coming and sitting down next to him. "So, how often does that happen?" he persisted.

"Er… Every now and then," Harry said evasively, smoothing out his hair and not quite meeting his godfather's eyes. "Not too often, really."

"You know Harry… After spending ten years with James, both of us getting into trouble and then somehow weaseling out of it again every other day, you notice a few things. For example, whenever James lied about anything, he used to mess with his hair," Sirius said thoughtfully.

Harry immediately withdrew his hand from his hair and crossed his arms. Sirius smiled slightly, despite the situation.

"How about telling me the truth?" Sirius asked then. Harry looked up at him for a few seconds, and he could tell that his godfather meant business.

"Well, it hasn't stopped prickling since June. I guess there's no chance I could stop there, is there?" Sirius shook his head, and Harry sighed. "I'm fine, really. It's no horrible problem. It just hurts a lot worse every now and then. Whenever Voldemort throws a fit. Every few days, every few hours, it depends on his mood."

Sirius chuckled slightly. "Only you, Prongslet, could make Voldemort's temper sound like that of a teenage girl."

"Well, he might as well be one. He has the most horrible mood swings," Harry said glumly, making Sirius chuckle again.

"You truly are your father's son, Harry. He'd be cracking jokes at a time like this as well," Sirius said. After a few seconds, he added, "Listen. I'm sorry you have to deal with all that. While I certainly do think you have the right to know anything you want to regarding Voldemort, and you are nearly an adult… Molly is right in some aspects. Namely, you're too young to have to have all of this on your head."

"It's alright, Sirius. Really. I can handle it," Harry said quickly.

"I have no doubt in my mind that you can. You inherited that from both of your parents. Strong and stubborn," he said, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. Harry smiled a bit at that, before Sirius said, "My point is, you're fifteen. You shouldn't have to worry about these things. You should be worrying about your O.W.L.S., not about being killed."

It was Harry who chuckled this time, before he said, "Sirius, it's fine. I'd rather it be me than someone else."

"And there is that part of your mother you have in you. Always incredibly kind." He shook his head slightly. "Anyways, come on. Let's get down to the drawing room. Everyone is down there. They probably want to celebrate some more."

"Alright. I'll be down in a minute," Harry said, and his godfather gave him a quick smile before he slipped back out into the hall, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Harry stared after him for a few seconds, just thinking.

~A Look Back~

Down in the drawing room, the others were all gathered and sitting with bowls of ice cream that Mrs. Weasley had provided them. They were all chatting amiably over their dessert, the mood much lighter than it had been for the past days. The fact that Harry's trial was over meant that everyone was relieved, worrying off of their minds. They all knew he couldn't be convicted. There was no way.

Yet, they did know that the Ministry was very likely infiltrated.

The door opened and Sirius walked in by himself. They all looked around at each other before Hermione spoke up. "Where's Harry, Sirius? I thought you were going to bring him down with you."

"He said he'd be down in just a minute," Sirius stated as he sat down. A few of the people seated in the room looked around with slightly worried expressions, which Sirius was quick to pick up on.

"It's alright," he said slowly. "I think he just needs a bit of time to himself. He hasn't been alone too much since he's gotten here. He probably needed quiet. To think."

"Did… did you ask him about his scar hurting, like I said?" Hermione asked softly, looking worried.

"Well, I didn't have to ask," said Sirius. "I didn't get an answer when I knocked, so I opened the door a crack to make sure everything was okay. It looked like he was in considerable pain."

"I knew it!" Hermione exclaimed, slamming her book down on the table next to her. Ron, who was seated next to her, jumped as it made a loud bang. "He's been acting like it has all week!"

"He has?" Ron asked, looking over at her.

"Honestly, Ronald. You are the most oblivious person I have ever met," she said, turning her eyes on him. Both of the twins snorted, and Ron sent a glare over at them.

"Anyway," Hermione said, drawing the attention back to her and the situation at hand, "I asked him about it, but he's too noble to admit it!"

"He told me just now that he would rather it be him that anyone else," Sirius admitted, shaking his head.

Everyone around the room registered what he'd said, before Ron said, "That bloody noble git. He's too noble for his own good." He grinned as he shook his head.

All of the other students in the room nodded, or agreed softly.

"Honestly. With all of the stuff he's gotten into over the years..." George said.

"I reckon he's almost caused more trouble than we have," Fred said, grinning.

"Is that really possible?" Remus asked, the corners of his mouth turning upwards. Both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were looking very skeptical.

"Oh, yeah," Ron said, shaking his head. "I swear, he is the most danger prone person to walk this earth. Or at least the unluckiest."

"Really. The amount of times he's nearly died alone…" Ginny said. "And I don't even know much about his first year, either."

Mrs. Weasley was starting to look very worried.

"When you look at it, he's nearly died, been severely injured, and has pulled a bloody noble move that's put him in even more danger every year," Ron said. The students nodded again, while the adults were looking flabbergasted.

"Even his first year?" Sirius asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Especially first year!" Ron responded.

Sirius looked for a few seconds like he didn't believe them. "Really? Even at eleven years old he pulled a noble move that severely injured him and nearly got him killed?"

One look at Ron and Hermione's faces told him everything he needed to know.

"Yes. He did," Hermione said softly. "Ron and I were there for most of it. In fact, we've nearly always been there for at least a part of it."

"I reckon we're the only two besides Dumbledore who knows everything about what he's been through," Ron said, shaking his head again. "Though he usually always ends up by himself somehow. And that's where he gets himself in the most trouble."

Another look about the room showed a few people looking agreeable, and others looking inquisitive and worried, Sirius among the latter.

Hermione sniffed a little bit and said, "He's faced Voldemort three times in the last four years, and he's been alone every single time."

"So he's faced Voldemort four times now?" Sirius asked wildly, looking alarmed.

"Didn't Dumbledore tell you anything about Harry's life from before you got out of Azkaban?" Hermione asked.

"Not too much, really. Just that he had a very troublesome first few years and a certain knack for sticky situations," Sirius said, looking back and forth between Ron and Hermione.

Harry chose that moment to enter the room, and every eye turned on him as he stepped in. There was a long silence as he looked around awkwardly.

"What are you all…" he began, before Sirius stood up and walked over to him, wrapping him in another hug. "Sirius, what…?"

"Harry. You need to tell me everything you've done at school that I don't know about. Starting with your first two years."

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