A/N: Five years later (Harry's going into his third year) …
Chapter Twelve
"Sirius?" Harry called. No reply. "Padfoot, where are you?" Still, there was no reply. Harry gave a sigh, and then remembered Remus. "Moony? Are you here? Remus, do you know where Sirius is?" Harry stopped as he saw that Remus wasn't in his room (which used to be the Guest Room.)
"Harry?" A voice behind Harry made him jump. He spun around.
"There you are!" Harry said. "Where were you? Sirius, we need to go to Diagon Alley to get my school supplies."
"I know, we can do that tomorrow though." Sirius replied, beaming.
"Tomorrow? Why tomorrow?" Harry asked. "Can't we just go now?"
"No, because I have news."
"Really? Tell me." Sirius grinned slyly.
"Nope."
"What?" Harry asked, hardly believing his ears. Usually when Sirius has something exciting to say he'd jump at the chance to tell either Remus or Harry.
"You heard me, kiddo. I said no. You'll just have to wait," Sirius responded. This irritated Harry. What on earth (or off, perhaps…) was Sirius so chipper about? And where had Sirius come from? Harry thought.
"How long will I have to wait for?" Harry asked.
"Not long," Sirius replied. "Just until five o'clock or so."
"Five o'clock?" Harry echoed. It was already one fifty-seven, close to two o'clock, he'd have to wait forthree hours? "Then we'd still have time to go to Diagon Alley. Tons of time."
"Well, we'll go to Diagon Alley," Sirius said. "Then I'll tell you the news. At five, that is." Sirius, who was beaming like the sun in the sky, was starting to make Harry eager to find out what he was keeping from him. Harry watched as Sirius turned around, leaving Harry to think. He couldn't possibly wait until five o'clock, unless…
"Moony!" Harry exclaimed as Remus appeared behind him with a 'pop!'
"Hello, Harry," Remus greeted with a smile.
"Were you where Padfoot was?" Harry asked.
"Did Sirius tell you where he was at?" Remus replied. Harry, at first, thought of lying to Remus but decided against it.
"No, he told me that he'd tell me what his 'special news' was at five. Do you know, though, Remus?"
"Yes, I do," Remus responded, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Can you tell me?"
"No," he said with a laugh. Harry pouted. "You'll just have to wait until five like Sirius said."
"Will I like the news?" asked Harry, hoping that Remus would be able to answer that question at least.
"I think so," Remus replied. "I hope so. I have a sneaky suspicion you'll love it, though, Harry, so you don't need to worry about it," he continued.
"Alright," Harry said, giving a sigh of defeat. He'd just have to wait.
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"Why are we in a Restaurant?" Harry asked. "Why isn't Remus here with us? And do you even have Muggle money?"
Sirius chuckled. "Woah, Harry. Okay, one; we're in a Restaurant because I wanted to tell you the news some where's…special. And fancy. Two; Remus isn't here with us because he already knows. And three; No, I don't have Muggle money. I should, but I don't. I borrowed some from Isabella."
"Padfoot!" Harry exclaimed, grinning. Harry watched as the waitress, Chaz, actually, who had just came up to order their food, walked away.
"You seem to know a lot about this Restaurant. Have you been here before?" Sirius asked.
"Oh, do you mean Chaz?" Harry said. "Yeah, I do know her. And…yeah, I have been to this restaurant before. I was really surprised when she remembered me. Really. I was here…years ago."
"When have you been to this restaurant? Certainly not with me," Sirius said. "Actually, I don't remember the last time I've been out to a Muggle restaurant."
"I know," Harry replied. "I came here with the Dursley's—" he paused. "I think. Pretty sure, actually." Sirius was genuinely surprised. When he had first come to get Harry, he had witnessed the Dursley's treat him like a piece of chewed up gum stuck to the bottom of Vernon's overly large foot.
"Really?"
Harry shrugged. "It was only once. When I was…four," Harry explained, not really that sure whether he was that age or not. He fiddled with straw that was stuck in the glass of water. "A couple had moved in next door. The Dursley's invited them to the Restaurant. To be 'friendly'."
"And they took you with them?"
Harry shrugged. "They had to. The couple had already seen me around the yard. Anyway, the Dursley's completely forgot about me. The waitress—Chaz—let me into the kitchens to…well, you know. Have some food." Harry grinned at the memory.
"You seem to remember a lot," Sirius commented.
"I guess I do."
"Here you go," Chaz said, coming up with their order. "How've you been, Harry? I haven't seen you in awhile. A pretty long while by the looks of it."
"Good, thanks," Harry replied. "I haven't really been out for awhile. Lotta stuff happened."
"You still living with them?" Chaz asked. Harry noticed that Chaz referred to the Dursley's as 'them.'
"No," Harry said with a grin. "Not anymore. I'm living with my Godfather, Sirius Black."
Chaz smiled, looking genuinely happy. "That's great Harry." She gave both Sirius and Harry a quick smile. "I have to run, other customers to get to. Come back soon, though, won't you Harry?" Harry gave a nod, watching as Chaz went over to another table.
"What about now?" Harry asked awhile later. "Can you tell me now?"
"That eager, Harry?" Sirius asked with a grin. "Nope, I said I'd tell you at five. It's now…" he glanced at the his watch. "Four fifty-eight."
"Two minutes," Harry said in disbelief. "It's just two minutes—can't you tell me now?"
"Sorry," Sirius replied, though he looked anything but. Harry drummed his fingers on the table, using his right hand to hold up his fork.
"Now?"
"It's still only four fifty-eight," replied Sirius, trying to conceal a grin.
"Sirius!" Harry exclaimed. "Can you just tell me? I've waited forever, I can't wait any longer. Tell me now, please, Sirius!"
Sirius's grin grew wider. "What is with this 'Sirius' business, Harry? No, from now on, I'll be Professor Black to you."
Harry looked at Sirius through wide eyes. "What?"
"That's right, Harry. You are now looking at the new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher."
A smile danced on Harry's lips. "Are you serious? That's great, Padfoot! You're going to be the Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher…wow…"
Sirius beamed. "I know."
"I can't believe you waited until five to tell me this! That must have been really hard, Padfoot," Harry said with a grin.
Sirius shrugged, grinning as well. "Wasn't that hard, really." Harry raised his eyebrows skeptically. "All right, all right. It was a bit difficult, since a few times I almost blurted it out."
Harry couldn't help but smile. Sirius, his godfather, was going to be the Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher…
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THE END…
A/N: Well, there you go. The epilogue. Now, I have an idea for a sequel, just to let you know. So review and tell me what you thought of the story, and if you want me to write up the sequel than tell me that, too. Um…yeah, so, thanks for the reviews this story has, I appreciate each and every one of them. So, check back soon for the sequel, which will most likely be called,
"Baby Blues."
And, you'll just have to wait, because the name has a meaning…
Well, Prongs J. Potter, I really don't know where you could have read the first few chapters of my story from. I did, however, post the very first chapter of Innocence on another fan fiction board, but deleted it almost immediately afterward. But that was just Chapter one, and that was it. I did not take any of the chapters from anyone else, I can assure you. I hope that you liked the story, and, be sure to check for the sequel sometime soon...
Just to let everyone know, the sequel "Baby Blues" is now up and running! Be sure to check it out,thanks!