The Incident

**This story is set in Harry's Sixth year.. Fifth year has just ended. In fifth year Harry's occlumency lessons are successful, because Harry apologizes to Severus, and the professor tries harder. For the good of the war of course. Sirius is alive. They did go to the ministry, but this time as a group. Harry and the DA with the Order. The summer has just begun.**

Disclaimer: Not mine.

"Boy! Get down here!"

"Yes Aunt Petunia!" Harry hurriedly pulled his shirt on to rush down the stairs, wondering what on earth she could want. What he saw surprised him pleasantly.

"Sirius!" Harry tackled his dog-father in a hug, making him stumble.

"Hiya Harry," he greeted the boy, no,young man. Harry was still lean, but he seemed to have toned up a bit. Extra defense training must have given him a fair share of muscle. It suited him well.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked.

"Well," Sirius looked up at Petunia, "It seems there have been some new arrangements that need to be made. The headmaster believes the wards here are no longer enough to keep you safe. He has a preposition for us."

Harry bit his lip, "And?"

Sirius sighed, "I will be living here for the remainder of the summer."

"What!?" Petunia screeched, "You most certainly will not! I will not have any more freaks-"

"Watch your tone," Sirius warned, "It is for the safety of my godson that I will stay. If you allow, I can enlarge a closet into a guest room. It won't be problem."

"You- You can't just barge in here and-"

"I assure I can," He cut her off, "And I'm sure you'll be paid more for having another live here."

His last comment made Harry halt however, "Paid? They were paid to keep me?"

"Of course! We had to make sure they had the money to take care of two growing boys didn't we?"

The boy swallowed hard before narrowing his eyes at his aunt, "You were reimbursed. And I was still a burden?" His soft voice was tinged with hurt, but soon his face was stone and his voice determined, "Well, let's get you settled then."

Sirius looked confused.

"You could enlarge the cupboard," Harry suggested, "I'm sure it will do just fine."

Many miles away, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, stood a very focused potions master. He was working on a new brew, meant to restore youthful agility and stamina. He was making for himself of course, and the other Order members, hoping to give them the extra lift in the upcoming war. It was a delicate potion, requiring the utmost care and concentration. Just as he was adding a pinch of asphodel, his mark burned. He grabbed the dark blemish in pain. The potion exploded, showering him in brown goo. He hissed as the potion seeped through his cloak. He was able to send his patronus to Albus just before he lost consciousness.

"Oh dear," Albus sighed as he lifted the small teen into his arms, "What have you done now Severus?"