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Sleepy head

Yes another chapter done…

Harry's birthday couldn't have come quicker. He'd been up almost all night, having been much too exited to go to sleep. When the clock eventually struck five o'clock, Harry had forced his eyes shut. He didn't want to fall asleep the first thing he did when he got to Sirius place, wherever that was.

Harry was having mixed feeling about maybe having to see Kreacher, The Black's house elf again. It was after all the filthy little traitor's fault that Sirius had died. If Kreacher hadn't lied when Harry asked him for Sirius, then non of the ministry fiasco would have happened.

Harry figured he'd just have to take it as it came, at least he now knew not to trust the elf.

With eyes, getting heavier and heavier by the minute Harry sat dozing on his trunk in the hallway, waiting for Sirius to arrive. The Dursley's wanted him out of the house as soon as possible and had ordered him out into the hallway at dawn so that he'd be out of the house quicker. There was no need for the neighbours to believe that they had invited the boy's convicted godfather over for a social call after all. Vernon was at the moment sitting on one of the kitchen chairs at the end of the hall reading a news paper and sending Harry angry glares.

Harry jumped high at the sound of the doorbell and uncle Vernon's chair tipped backwards as they both tried to reach the door first. Harry won, having been closest to the door in the first place.

He nearly yanked the door of its hinges opening the door and flashed Sirius a huge smile, Sirius beamed back at him, he was finally there.

"You ready?" he asked, eyeing Vernon menacingly whilst waving cheerfully to the next door neighbour, who quickly hid behind a bush dropping the hose he'd been watering with. Uncle Vernon looked ready to pop at the sight and Harry quickly pulled his trunk through the door, not caring to say goodbye. He gave a huge yawn as the door slammed shut with the sound of locks being locked them.

"Touchy!" Sirius exclaimed as he laughed at the closed door. "So, where are we going?" Harry, who had yet to receive an answer to where Sirius lived, asked curiously. All he knew was that his room was painted in blue, as that's what he'd asked for when Sirius asked for a colour.

"Let's get your things to the end of the street so that we can apparite away from here." Was all Sirius said, walking past Harry. Harry sighed in resignation and grabbed the handle of the trunk in one hand and Hedwig's empty cage in the other. He was very curious as to where Sirius was living but the stupid man hadn't breathed a word about the location, no doubt knowing that it irritated Harry. Sirius turned as if sensing the thought and flashed a smile at Harry who scowled back.

"Oh, yeah! Give that here, Harry!" Sirius grabbed the trunk as if just remembering it and Harry saw him flick his wrist towards it and the next moment it was hovering a couple of inches above the ground. Harry looked around cautiously but couldn't spot anyone outside. The next door neighbour had quickly gone inside. It was actually eerily quiet outside. He noticed the curtains in house number one flutter and wondered if aunt Petunia might have mentioned the fact that Sirius was coming to the neighbours. He shrugged and just couldn't be bothered to care. Another yawn made it self known and Sirius shook his head in mock anger.

"Didn't you go to bed in time? I'll have to start imposing a bedtime for you." He baited. Harry nodded absentmindly and yawned yet again, much to Sirius delight.

"Guess you'll have an early night, tonight?" Harry, who finally realised what Sirius was saying, narrowed his eyes and gave Sirius a glare. There was something in his tone, which irked Harry. Sirius glowed as they walked to the end of the street, he continued to send Harry irritating smiles.

"What?" Sirius exclaimed at Harry's glares, grabbing a hold of his arm, looking innocent. Harry closed his eyes in disgust as he waited for the apparition to happen, he heard Sirius chuckle at him before the feeling of being pressed from all directions made it self known. He did not like appariting.

He was very disappointed to find that they had appeared outside Grimmauld place after all and walked up to the house sighing heavily.

The two neighbouring houses number eleven and thirteen moved to the side to allow room for The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black to appear. Harry turned to face Sirius, unsure whether he ought to ring the doorbell or if Sirius had a key.

Sirius hadn't moved from the spot they'd appeared on, he was eyeing Harry with a shocked look. "How? You…" Harry raised an eyebrow in puzzlement at Sirius stuttering, what had he done now? "…you can't remember!" Sirius exclaimed in annoyance. "You were a baby…and James…only a couple of minutes, barely inside!" Sirius rambled on, obviously in denial, whilst Harry tried his best to appear calm. Had he been to Grimmauld place before, with his dad? Why hadn't Sirius mentioned it before? His thoughts and Sirius rambles were cut short however when the door opened.

A very gloomy looking Kreacher stood on the threshold muttering about ungrateful traitors to the family who couldn't open the door on their own.

Sirius ignored the mutterings and pushed past the elf, dumping Harry's trunk in the middle of the hall. "Come on then, Harry, are you up for a second breakfast?" he said, hurrying into the kitchen without waiting for an answer. Harry found himself alone in the hallway with the scowling Kreacher.

"Master is not worthy…" the elf grumbled glaring in the direction to the kitchen. Harry shuffled uncertainty, not wanting to turn his back on the elf least he be stabbed in the back. "…filthy, ungrateful little…" Kreacher continued, giving Harry's trunk a vicious kick. "Hey!" Harry exclaimed only to gulp at the look of surprise and shock he received from the elf.

"Master?" the elf asked carefully, moving forward. He backed quickly though when Sirius came shooting out of the kitchen swinging a wooden spoon, after hearing Harry's shout.

"What did he do, Harry? I swear if he…" Harry shook his head quickly. "No, no, we're fine!" he reassured Sirius. Had Kreacher called him or Sirius, master? Harry was confused and didn't want Sirius to realise that something was off. Kreacher slowly nodded, after giving Harry a calculating look.

"Kreacher will care for master! Kreacher is a good house elf." He snapped his fingers and made Harry's trunk disappear, he then sent Sirius a condescending sneer.

"Kreacher obeys masters every wish!" he spat, popping away. Harry laughed uncomfortably whilst Sirius eyed the spot where Kreacher had been with a surprised look.

"Mental that one is." he stated, shaking his head.

"So, are you coming?" he asked turning towards the kitchen and waving his spoon around. Harry yawned and nodded, his stomach was growling in hunger since the Dursley's hadn't felt the need to giving him any breakfast.

Sirius chuckled as Harry blushed at the rumbling sound.

"Breakfast it is!" he stated leading the way. They were half way into the breakfast when Harry realised that the kitchen had been re-painted in a very Gryffindor red colour. He opened his mouth to complement the change when he realised that it might be best not to mention the colour change.

"So, is this how the house looked when you were a kid?" he asked instead, making Sirius almost choke on his pancakes.

"Merlin no!" he exclaimed once he'd swallowed his food. "No, my mum would have gone sick at the colours. They disowned me after I was sorted into Gryffindor. They believed in Voldemort's ideals." He stated, Harry nodded and they continued their breakfast. After Harry hadyawned for the tenth time in a rowhe got a quick tour up to his room by Sirius, who promised to give him a proper tour later on. Harry noticed on the way up that the kitchen and his room seemed to be the only cleared out rooms.

"I have fixed the most important rooms first, I thought I'd get the rest done during your school year. I hope it'll be ready for the Christmas holiday." Sirius explained as they climbed the stairs.

"You do want to come for Christmas don't you?" He asked worriedly when they stood outside Harry's new room. "Yes of course I do!" Harry exclaimed shaking his head in wonder, as if he wanted to stay at Hogwarts instead of celebrating with Sirius.

"Is Remus coming too?" he asked making Sirius smile.

"Of course he will, and we could invite more people!" Harry noticed that Sirius had gotten a wistful look on his face. He got pushed into his room with strict orders not to come down.

"You need to get a good rest so that you can help me with clearing out the living room downstairs later on." Harry just nodded and yawned again. The bed did look comfortable.

"Oy Harry! Get the door will you!" Harry pulled himself out of the potions book he'd immersed himself into after waking up. Brewing for demons, had been lying on a shelf in the room getting Harry's attention. He ran down the stairs to answer the doorbell.

"Hey mate! Happy birthday!" Harry gaped at the sight of Ron and Hermione. "What?" He managed, being very surprised. Ron snorted at the look on his face. "It is your birthday, isn't?" he asked innocently making Hermione giggle besides him. "But…how…when?" Harry gave up and pulled them inside, Ron was by now laughing loudly.

"Hi there Ron, Hermione! Nice of you to come round. " Sirius popped his head out of the living room and shook his head when Harry looked ashamed.

"Don't bother, I have a wand which makes the cleaning go by in a gif. You take your friends up stairs." Harry smiled in gratitude still feeling bad for forgetting that he was supposed to help Sirius with the room.

"So, show us your room!" Ron demanded. Hermione was peeping into the kitchen and nodded, obviously liking the room. Ron shook his head in disappointment after seeing the potions book and all of the notes Harry had spread out on the bed.

"Mate, it's the summer H.O.L.D.A.Y.S!" he said, spelling the word holiday out. Hermione snorted at him however. "It's spelled H.O.L.I.D.A.Y.S, Ron! With an I!" Ron rolled his eyes, obviously not caring.

"No homework." He said moving towards the bed. Harry quickly snatched the notes away from the bed before Ron threw himself on it.

He told Ron of one of the potions in the book. It made people turn into different colours, depending on their mood. He figured Fred and George might like it. That made Ron smile in relief.

"As long as you tell them to keep away from me!" he mumbled making himself comfortable on Harry's bed. Hermione sat down next to Harry's desk, where all of his schoolbooks had been put out neatly by Kreacher. Harry had nearly died when the elf had opened his door and started to empty his trunk. The most shocking thing of all had been the fact that it had been done properly. Harry had managed a surprised thank you before the elf disappeared again.

"Are you and Sirius going to Diagon Alley soon?" Hermione asked having spotted the Hogwarts letter on the desk.

"Yeah, probably." Harry answered not entirely sure of what was going to happen.

"How about you Ron are…"Hermione snorted loudly. Ron had fallen asleep on Harry's bed without them noticing.

"So is that potions book any good?" She asked Harry instead, who nodded. "Yeah, you want to borrow it when I'm done?" he asked making her smile.

"I think it's great that you've started caring for your studies. The OWL's are just around the corner after all!" She exclaimed. Harry searched for another topic, as he feared that he'd never get out alive if they got to deep into it. A loud clanging noise could be heard from downstairs and Harry opened the door.

"Are you alright Padfoot?" He called. "Yes! Yes, I'm all right, it was just a…eh…a chair!" Sirius called back. Harry looked back at Hermione unsure.

"He'll be fine Harry! Why don't Ron tell you about the Quiddich world cup!" Hermione said quickly shaking Ron awake. "Whah? What's happening" Ron mumbled rubbing his eyes. "Tell Harry about the Quiddich world cup!" Hermione demanded, giving Ron a glare. "Mione! That was a surprise!" Ron exclaimed glaring back at her. "What about the Quiddich world cup?" Harry asked, all ready guessing what was coming. "Well it was a surprise." Ron muttered sending Hermione another glare. "Dad got tickets to the top box, we were going to ask if you wanted to come." Hermione looked ashamed and when another loud clang was heard from downstairs, she practically jumped into Harry's lap.

"Eh, I was wondering about…eh…what do you think the OWL's will be like?" She rambled. Harry looked at her strangely and sent Ron a confused look. Ron was however nodding nervously to Hermione's question making Harry frown.

"Yeah! I wonder if they're hard." Ron asked, glancing at the door. Harry snorted at them. "What's going on?" he asked. Ron slumped down on the bed in defeat. "See, told you he wouldn't…"He never finished the sentence however as Hermione launched herself onto him, covering his mouth with her hands. "Not a word!" She hissed. Harry burst into laughter at the sight of the proper Hermione lying sprawled out on top of Ron.

"Ah! So you two finally admitted your feelings for each other. That's great!" Harry managed before cracking up again at the looks he received. Hermione scrambled of Ron as if burnt and Ron's ears turned a very deep shade of red.

"Honestly Harry, I was just…" Harry laughed even louder at Hermione's attempts to explain. Ron seemed to get over his embarrassment as he too joined the laughter. Hermione managed a last glare before letting the corners of her mouth up. They talked about different things until Sirius called them down for lunch. Ron was pushing Harry down the stairs in a hurry. "Are you in a hurry mate?" Harry asked, giving Ron a glare as he nearly fell down the stairs after a hard push.

"Yeah, you know me, hungry all the time." Ron mumbled shrugging at the look Hermione sent him. They pushed him towards the living room and Harry opened his mouth to re-direct them.

"SURPRISE!" Harry had his wand out with a curse ready on his tongue before he realised that the room was filled with order members and friends.

"Tense!" Ron muttered before walking up to the table and grabbing a handful of sweets. "Ron, really!" Mrs Weasley gushed, trying to reach out with her hand to smack him on the head. Ron was too quick however and backed away from her out stretched hand.

"Happy birthday, dear!" she said warmly to Harry and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. "What?" Harry exclaimed confused when he was free from her embrace. "Ah, look at the little fellow! He didn't know a thing!" Fred said patting Harry's head and making faces. "Your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, couldn't come, said he was going to France." George said, before quickly backing away from Harry's wand, which was pointed at him. "Harry, mate I was just joking!" George said looking around the room for help. "Oh, look! A cake!" He exclaimed, pointing at Sirius who came in through the door carrying a huge cake.

"Come on then, Harry, blow them out!" He said, smiling brightly. Harry smiled back and took a deep breath only to be tickled by Fred.

"Fred Weasley! You stop that now!" Harry laughed with the rest of the room as Fred jumped high at the loud smack he received on his head from his mothers' hand. After blowing the candles out, Harry was pushed down at a table with a large piece of birthday cake.

"Thought we'd forgotten your special day, did you?" Sirius had found him staring around himself in wonder at all the people. Harry jumped out of his seat and gave him a hard hug.

"Thank you Padfoot." He said, his eyes were bright when they pulled apart, Sirius didn't look much better.

"What! My godson! THE Harry Potter, not having a birthday party? Are you completely out of your mind!" He exclaimed, looking around wildly. "And what a party, Aurors, sexy girls, headmasters and me of course!" Harry laughed loudly and shook his head. "Yeah! You're definitely the most important guest." Harry said. "Guest? I'm a guest now am I?" Sirius laughed and ruffled Harry's hair.

Harry received a lot more birthday gifts than he was use to. Alastor Moody came up at one point to commend him for his fast reflexes and Harry froze. Was it the real Moody or Crouch junior? He looked around the room for Professor Dumbledore who was busy talking to Sirius at the other side of the room. He really needed to tell Dumbledore about Crouch. He started walking towards the headmaster after saying something unintelligent to the old Auror. He was however stopped by countless of people on the way across the room. Tonk's turned her shock blue hair green when they were introduced and when he finally made it over, Moody and Dumbledore were on their way out. Dumbledore wished Harry a good day and then they were gone. Harry sighed in frustration, but as he soon was pulled into the crowd, he lost his bad mood and enjoyed the party. There would be another time after all. Overall, it had been the best birthday ever and Harry felt as if he'd never stop smiling.

"Did you really invite Malfoy over?" Harry asked Ron before the other boy left with the other Weasley's. "Yes, you two are friends aren't you?" Ron muttered back looking at Harry accusingly. "Er, yeah! Of course we are." Harry answered at the thought of Ron asking Malfoy over. "Thanks for asking him, mate." He added, knowing it couldn't have been easy. "Well yeah, you have your reasons I'm sure." Ron said, looking away to hide the fact that he was pleased with Harry's reaction.

"See you soon Harry!" The twins called out before walking out the door with Sirius waving madly after them. "Lovely boy's you have there Molly!" Harry heard him say to Mrs Weasley who looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"I hope you haven't been putting any bad ideas into their heads. Goodness knows they have enough of those in there as it is." She muttered. Sirius just laughed as he waved them all out the door.

"So, you up for some cleaning?" Sirius asked clasping his hands together.