A/N: This is just my opening chapter, i wrote this a looooonnnnggg time agobut i just recently found it, so i fixed it up and here it is, i know its crappy, reviews would be nice, like whether to continue or just start here because its crap

Summary: What if Harry hadnt broken his mirror, what if Sirius hadnt died ((hence the name and yea thats a crappy summary but im a crappy writer so... ok))

Disclaimer: the whole story idea is mine...MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE ((but i wrote this a while ago so i hope no one has actually wrote it out)) well you know the drill, i dont own the characters, blah, blah, blah

Harry lay peacefully sleeping in his bed at number four private drive. He had just finished his fifth year at Hogwarts, and was already ready to go back. A familiar voice he hadnt heard in a long time said something he couldnt quite make out nearby, he opened his eyes. "Hello?" he whispered and to his surprise there was an answer. "Finally, I couldnt get you up for anything."Harry squinted into the darkness."I have to be dreaming" he thought, he closed his eyes and shook his head."Dont shake your hread at me like that" the voice spoke again. "No, it has to be real" Harry thought allowed this time. "Well it is" replied the voice. Harry finally understood."Did ya miss me?" Harry plainly heard his godfathers voice now. "SIRIUS!" He was suddenly even more glad that the dursleys had gone on vacation and were not due back for days. "Ya cant get rid of me that easily" Sirius reasured him. Harry on the other hand was confused, and remained silent for a few moments "What took you so long?" he finally blurted stupidly. "I had to get my mirror, of course." "Of course" Harry nodded, he turned over to get a better look at his godfather. "But...How...?"Harry started, but Sirius simply shook his head "Go back to sleep, I'll tell you in the morning." Harry nodded "Alright then, g'night." "G'night." Sirius replied, changing to animagus form. He jumped up onto the end of Harry's bed, and lay down.