Disclaimer:  Don't own any of the Harry Potter characters.  Bla, bla, bla. 

This is the sequel to my story Don't Fall Away.  I recommend you read it before you read this one, or some things might not make sense.  

It had been a month since Harry had arrived at the Weasley's.  A month since they had come and rescued him from his own personal hell.  The bruises had faded and he was all in all, a much happier person.  Ron's little pep talk had helped greatly, even though he still found himself in little angry spurts every now and then. Now all he had to deal with were the nightmares.  Mainly they were just about Cedric's death, but then the others were the ones he really had to worry about.  Dumbledore had described them as premonitions for the future.  When he had these nightmares, he always saw what Voldemort was going to do. However, he had no idea how far into the future these premonitions were.  If he did know, he could tell Dumbledore and put a stop to them.  In the meantime, he just gave Dumbledore a heads up, who would then contact those who could deal with the situation.  

Thankfully he hadn't had one of these nightmares in almost two weeks.  They were hell on his head, making his scar burn so fiercely that he woke up screaming every time. 

At the moment, all that he had been through was forgotten.  Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the twins were all outside chasing down some garden gnomes.  Fred had just picked one up, spun it around, and launched it into the sky.  "Oh….that one is gone."  Fred had spotted another gnome and had thrown himself down on top of it, only to miss it, by a mile. 

"You might want to actually aim for them, you know, before you throw yourself down on top of a carrot."  Said Ron.  Everyone was laughing and rolling on the ground. 

"Shut up, you git."  Fred said, making a wild dash for his younger brother, only to be side swiped by him as well.  

"Give it up man, you'll never catch anything, well except for maybe a cold."  Fred looked like he was about to clobber his brother, that is if he could catch him. 

"Alright kids, let's bring it inside!"  Molly Weasley had stepped outside to tell them it was time for supper and noticed that they were all lying on the ground.  "What are you doing?" She asked, eyeing them suspiciously.  "You're supposed to be de-gnoming the garden, not taking a nap.  Now get inside and wash up, you're all absolutely filthy."  With that said she turned on her heel and walked back into the house. 

"You heard the woman, move!"  Sirius had decided to choose that exact moment to make his presence known. 

"Sirius!" Harry jumped up in surprise when he saw his godfather also emerge from the house.  "What are you doing here?"  He was pretty sure he knew the answer, but thought he'd ask all the same.  "I thought you were on some mission for Dumbledore, you know, gathering the old crew and all." 

"Don't worry about that Harry, it's all taken care of.  I would have been here sooner, only I was away when Remus got the letter."  He quickly descended upon Harry and enveloped him in a tight hug, lifting him up in the air, before setting him back on the ground again.  "Are you alright?"

Harry had noticed that the Weasley's and Hermione were discreetly slipping into the house, leaving him alone with Sirius.  He was especially thankful for this, because he didn't like talking about the Dursley's and what had happened with them in front of his friends. 

"I'm fine." said Harry, who was looking at just about anything except at his godfather's face. 

"Why don't I believe you?" Sirius had noticed that Harry wouldn't look at him. 

"I'm really fine, honestly."  Harry decided to get up the courage and look in his godfather's face.  What he saw there made him relax.  He didn't know why, but he kept thinking that people would look down upon him, like it was his fault.  His godfather didn't look the least bit ashamed in him, quite the opposite, he was quite proud of his godson. 

"Harry, I'm glad you're okay.  I can tell that you don't want to talk about it now, but if you ever do want to talk about what happened with the Dursley's, you can come and talk to me, you know that, don't you?"

"Yeah, I know." 


The Weasley's, Hermione, and Remus Lupin were all sitting at the kitchen table when Sirius and Harry walked back in.  Immediately everyone went quiet.

"What?" asked Harry, sharply.  He hadn't meant for it to come out like that, but quite frankly, he was sick of them always getting quiet whenever he came into a room, like they had been talking about him. 

Sirius gave him a startled look and made to put his arm around his shoulders, only to have it brushed off.  Sirius caught a look that Mr. Weasley gave him that pretty much said 'leave him alone.'  They had all seen first hand how Harry's mood swings could be.  They all stood back and watched as Harry stormed out of the room and could hear his loud footfalls on the stairs as he went up to Ron's room, which he was sharing with him and the twins. 

"What was that all about?" asked Sirius. 

Mrs. Weasley sighed as she sat down at the table next to her husband.  "That, my friend, was one of the glorious mood swings that Harry keeps having ever since he arrived here and got away from 'them.' 

"Oh." said Sirius, with a deadly glint in his eyes. 

I hope you all liked that, and I hope it made sense.  I can tell you there will be some definite Dursley bashing in the next chapter or two.  I won't kill them though, sorry.  Review and I will update!!!!  Buh-bye now.