Que Sera Sera

Chapter Seven

"Sirius," Harry called, spotting his godfather the next morning.

"Hey there Harry, haven't talked to you for a while," Sirius replied, walking towards Harry with a smile on his face.

Harry had seen him smile many times, but it still seemed out of place on his gaunt face, sometimes devoid of any emotion. Dressed in a long midnight blue cloak and darkest green robes, he could have easily been a walking shadow, except that his steely blue eyes were bright and alert, watching everything around him in an eagle-like manner. He no longer looked haggard as he did after spending time abroad spying on the Dark Lord, but strong and limber, ready for a fight. His hair was cut short and was neat, even though it still swept across his face.

"Yeah, I know," said Harry, closing in the distance between his friend and closest confidante. "Been busy."

"Hmmm," muttered Sirius, scratching his chin. "Seventh year, yes, I remember it well."

"You do?" Asked Harry, eyes widening with glee. Maybe Sirius would tell him without his even asking.

"Yes, lots of work and not much time to play."

"Oh," answered Harry, looking dejected. "I need to ask you something."

"Sure, shoot," Sirius winked, making a gun shape with his left hand.

"Well, I had a dream last night."

"Yes," said Sirius, nodding with interest.

"And you were in it, with my Dad and Remus." Harry then proceeded to tell Sirius what happened in its entirety.

"Hmmm, well, it's quite interesting actually," replied Sirius after a few moments thought. "I don't know how you could've had that dream, but you were right, we did do that and that was pretty much the exact conversation we had."

"Really?"

"Yes, but I don't know how you would know. Remus hasn't said anything about it has he?"

"Nope," answered Harry, watching his godfather repeatedly knit his brows.

"Well, you must have a vivid imagination kid, but a good one," Sirius replied, ruffling Harry's hair with his hand.

Harry jumped away from him and noticed that Sirius' eyes had narrowed.

"No one knew about it, not even Snape, who we clocked something good," Sirius smiled, "are you sure you don't have 'the Sight'?"

"Certain, just ask Professor Trelawney, she says I'm hopeless."

"Just checking. Alright then?"

"Think so," muttered Harry, looking at the ground.

"Okay then, I'll talk to you later." He started to walk away, but turned on his heel, "oh, I almost forgot, you are staying here for Christmas, not going to the Dursleys."

Harry pulled a face.

"Of course not, I should've known that. Well, Merry Christmas Harry, have a good one."

Harry gaped at the last comment. Christmas was only a week away and Sirius was staying at Hogwarts or was he?

Running up to him, Harry asked, "you're not going to be here?"

"No, unfortunately not," Sirius replied, a tinge of sadness in his eyes.

"Oh," muttered Harry.

"Don't worry about it kid," laughed Sirius, clipping Harry on the chin with a light fist, "you've never had Christmas with me anyway. Isn't that Evans girl staying?"

"Yeah," Harry replied.

"So you won't be alone."

"I guess not."

"Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got problems to solve, so see ya."

"Wouldn't want to be ya," Harry chortled, watching Sirius face fill with surprise.

Sirius laughed and clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Haven't heard that one for a while, not since James-" he cut off and took a few breaths. "I've really got to go."

"I know," answered Harry, "me too, Potions end-of-term."

"Good luck," Sirius replied. "Don't let Snape get the best of you, you're a Potter and they always get their own back."

"Yeah," muttered Harry, walking away for Sirius, towards the Dungeon, "but sometimes it's just not possible."