Breakfast Conversations

"Fucking politics," Harry growled to himself, though everyone heard him. He pulled back his plate and started eating again.

"Language," Hermione reprimanded.

Harry just glared at her and continued eating.

"So ickle Harrykins, what are you doing today?" George asked as he scooped up some more beans.

"I thought I'd take a bit of a walk around Hogsmeade," was the answer. He was trying to cool down after that short discussion. He figured a walk in a wizarding village might help him understand more. Maybe. He hadn't met a magical person yet that hadn't confused him. Even the twins and Hermione often said of did something that threw him off. He figured Luna did it on purpose.

"What about classes?" his bushy-haired friend asked, worried that he was never going to catch up. She still needed to get with him, and teach him magic with a wand. She only hoped that whatever crazy idea the blonde Ravenclaw imparted yesterday didn't hinder his learning.

"Oh, I'll go back another day… maybe… perhaps. To tell the truth I don't think I need them," Harry said absentmindedly, wondering what the village held. Would it answer some of his questions? Or leave him with more?

"Don't be silly, Harry, of course you need classes," she said firmly. She couldn't believe he was blowing off school so casually. If it were her that couldn't remember she'd do everything she could to reeducate herself. "How are you going to learn if you don't go?"

"I don't really know if I'm staying here or not," he said finally paying attention.

"Why wouldn't you?"

"Because that mind-violator thinks he is in control of my life," Harry snarled at the thought of the man. "Besides, there really nothing keeping me here as is. You guys are great and all, but we hardly know one another. From what you've told me, I'm hardly the same bloke you knew a week ago."

"Oh," was the soft answer. She was still coming to terms with the Headmaster being anything but kind. His word hurt her a little bit. They have been friends for years. They did everything together. For him to be so casual about that… well, it hurt.

Not realizing the pain he unintentionally caused, Harry drew his wand and said, "Time," and a digital-like clock appeared in the middle of the table. It showed those that were going to class that it was time to go.

"Shite," came from the twins as they made quick egg sandwiches and ran out the door. They still had to get their books.

"Oops," rejoined Luna as she smiled at Harry, and got up from the table. She bussed his cheek and left as well.

"Behave, at the very least," Hermione said as she gathered up her bag.

Harry gave her a wicked grin and said, "I'll try." He watched her leave and then brought up his Marauders' map, since it spanned further. He saw that the staff was still in the Great Hall, so he put it away, made himself invisible, went to the statue of the humped back witch, and snuck into Honeydukes.

He kept himself unseen as he strolled around the picturesque town. He could see why some people would want to keep this place like it was. It was calm and uncomplicated, unlike big cities, like London. He looked in all the shops and admired their wares.

As he was doing his walkabout, he kept the ten-inch map on his lens. There was someone following him, but when he looked all he saw as a large black dog that had the name of Padfoot. It took a second before it clicked that the Marauders' Map had the same name. So he went to the Shrieking Shack and the 'dog' followed.

He waved his wand and the board on the back doorway moved aside. After he and the 'dog' entered, he whirled on it, held up his wand, became visible and said, "Lift and Revert."

The 'dog' yelped when it suddenly was elevated into the air and started to change back into a man. The man was skinny, but not skeletal, and had long curly dark hair and goatee, and an aristocratically featured face. He was wearing dirty slacks and a just as filthy t-shirt with a rock band's name, which Harry couldn't quite make out due to the state of the shirt. It looked like Queen.

Now Harry's map read Sirius Black. "Hello, who are you?" he asked, knowing who he was, but wanting to see the man's reaction. Hermione only told him that this was his falsely accused godfather. He knew very little else.

"What do you mean, who am I? Harry, don't you recognize me? It's me, your godfather, Sirius Black," the man gasped as he peered at the teen's face. Seeing that he truly didn't know him, the godfather sighed. What Albus had written him last night was true then; the boy had lost his memories.

He had been worried when he had been brought back for the hunt, but now he was even more so. If what the Headmaster said about him not participating in the tournament, then Harry could lose his magic. Dumbledore had all but begged Sirius to make the boy reconsider. "Oh, yeah, can you put me down please?" the man asked as he was still hanging in the air.

"Tell me how you knew I was in the village first," he said, looking at his godfather's face, trying to remember anything about him.

"I didn't know you were there. I was actually going to sneak in the castle to try and find you. But then I caught your scent. I thought you were under your dad's Cloak," the man said as if it answered everything, which it sort of did.

"Right, my brain is a bit scrambled, so I only remember the last week or so," the teens said as he lowered the man down and gestured to one of the couches that looked like an animal rendered it dead. He waved his wand, said "Repair," and the couch looked good as new.

"How did you do that?" Sirius asked as he examined the sofa. He couldn't find anything wrong with it, so he sat.

"It is a secret for now. I hear I have enemies, they might find out, so mum's the word or I make you forget," our hero threatened with a pointed wand and narrowed emerald eyes.

Black held up his hands and said, "Your secrets are yours to share. I can shield my mind from invasion," he offered.

"That is good to know," Harry said as he repaired a chair and sat. "Now my one question to you is how loyal are you to Dumbledore?"

"Why?"

"Let me tell you about my long day yesterday, and then you can decided who you will stand by," Harry suggested, he could always give him the same choices that he had given the goblin. A vow or the MIB treatment.

"Okay, Harry," the older man said as he settled in the sofa, ready for a long talk. He would see what his godson had to say before he made any commitment.

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