A/N: ::blinks:: Oookay. I screwed up. Big time. Gah. Like I said, things will be fine in the end. How is poor Remus going to take it? You just have to read to find out. ::runs from people wanting to throttle her::

Harry woke on the strange, slightly uncomfortable, bed, wondering where he was. Then it all came back to him.

Sirius was dead. The only person who had ever felt like a father to him was gone. It was like losing his father all over again, but worse because he had actually known Sirius. Sure, he still had Remus. But Remus felt like more of an uncle.

He sat up on the bed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose till the room came in focus. He realized he was in the Shrieking Shack. A lump rose in his throat, and a single tear ran down his face. Everything here reminded him of Sirius.

"Everyone's worried about you." Harry nearly jumped through the ceiling as he twirled to face the voice who was sitting against the wall behind him, one knee drawn against their chest, chin resting on it.

"Oh," was all Harry trusted himself to say.

Draco studied the boy in front of him. Eyes bloodshot and puffy, filled with sorrow, anguish, surprise, and millions of other things, so dark green as almost to be black. It frightened him.

"Who was it?" Harry's face twisted in despair. Draco instantly regretted it. "I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me." Harry looked sharply at him.

Was it a trick? No, he looked sincere. But looks could be deceiving. He decided to tell him anyway.

"My godfather. Sirius Black." Draco didn't even raise an eyebrow.

"I should have guessed. Voldemort goes strait to the heart because he has none of his own." Harry looked away.

"But why Sirius?" he wailed. "Why him?" A new wave of tears engulfed him as his body wracked with sobs. Draco stood up and walked over to him, gathering him into his arms. He soothed him as a mother would a child, not caring about the tears soaking his shirt. The tears subsided but neither Draco nor Harry pulled away.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" The question was muffled by the shirt.

"Because I'm not the heartless git that some portray of me," he murmured. And I don't like seeing you hurt, he added in his head.

"How did you find me?" Draco hesitated, then carefully brought out the pure white rose, and pressed in gently into Harry's hand. Harry reached for his own, bringing out the same black rose that he had carried around with him since his birthday. The two glowed a strange but beautiful gold light as they came in contact. Harry was mesmerized. "But- How-?"

"They're charmed. As long as the roses are with their true owners, they can always find the other. Really useful when one runs off like you did. Clever hiding place, though. No one would have though to look here."

"Yeah." Harry looked sadly around the shabby room.

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Remus arrived at Hogwarts, still baffled at the Headmaster's request. What was so important? He walked the familiar hallway to the stone Gargoyle, said the password given to him in the letter, and walked up the revolving stairs. He knocked softly on the door and stepped inside.

Dumbledore sat behind the old desk, looking very tiered, and very old. He gestured Remus to sit down.

"I'm afraid I have bad news," the Headmaster said once the werewolf had sat down.

"Is it Harry?" Remus asked anxiously. Dumbledore shook his head.

"No, It's not Harry. It's Sirius. He's dead." Remus looked confused for a moment, then shook his head.

"That's impossible. He can't be dead. His hand was at 'Traveling' right before I left the house half an hour ago. And you the Vertil Clock is never wrong." Dumbledore leaned forward.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." Dumbledore leaned back into his chair, thinking.

"Well… It seems Voldemort made a mistake. He must have sent someone else to do it, and they failed. This changes everything." Remus looked even more confused.

"What is going on?"

"Voldemort sent Harry a letter during dinner last night. It stated that Sirius was dead. But if you say that the Vertil Clock says he is not dead… We'll go to your house. I'll look at it myself to see if it was cursed to relay false information. Oh, yes. One more thing. Someone is going to have to find Harry."

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Harry suddenly realized that Draco's arms were still around him. And it felt good. Then he realized that Draco's fingers were absently drawing circles on his back. That felt good too. And then he realized that he wanted Draco to kiss him.

And how he wanted Draco to kiss him. To feel his lips over his own, to trace unfamiliar lines with his tongue, to kiss, and lick, and suck… but of course that would never happen. Would it?

Draco was thinking along the same lines. Strange, he thought. I finally have Harry in bed, and I'm not doing anything. Why the hell not? Because, said the little annoying voice in his head. You don't want Harry to have something else to hate you about. Besides, why would he ever like you? Oh, shut up.

He was vaguely aware of Harry pressing closer to him, his face now in his neck, and lips just barely against the skin. If he didn't do something, he'd explode. Draco brought up one hand, tilted Harry's face up, and kissed him. To his immense surprise and delight, Harry kissed back.

Draco used his tongue to part Harry's lips, running it along his upper teeth before meeting Harry's own. His hands drew Harry nearer. They seemed to melt into the other, almost becoming one. After what seemed like an eternity, they drew away.

Harry felt his pain slowly ebbing away, his mind in a state of calmness. Did that just happen?

Draco's mind was in a state of chaos. I have to tell him. Even if it drives him away, he has to know.

"Harry, you're in danger."

"I know. I've always been in danger." Draco grabbed his shoulders and held him in front of him.

"You don't understand. You're in danger with me. My father is out to kill you and he wants me to lure you into a trap. He's expecting me to listen to him. You have to stay away from me. I don't want him to hurt you. I'd rather be forced to become a Death Eater than see you dead." Harry stared him evenly in the eyes.

"I don't care." His eyes glinted in anger. He laid a hand against Draco's chest. "You are not pushing me away because your maniac crazed, Voldemort worshipping father is out for my head. It doesn't matter if I'm with you or not. One way or the other, I'm dead. You will be dead too, if your father finds out you don't want to go his way. So the truth of the matter is, you are in danger with me." During his speech, Harry had pushed Draco against the mattress, their faces mere inches apart. They stayed that way for several minutes.

"You know, we should get going before they get too worried," Draco said, braking the silence. Harry sighed and drew back.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." They got up and walked out of the room and down the tunnel in silence. When they got to the base of the tree, Draco stopped.

"Here." He took out his wand and said, "Invisio. So no one will see us." They walked out. Still silent, they walked across the grounds and into the castle. The spell had indeed worked. The students they passed made no notice of their presence.

Draco walked Harry to the picture of Godric Gryffindor, placed besides the Fat Lady. Harry said the password (Phoenix Tears) intentionally letting Draco hear it, said goodbye to him, and went inside.

Harry went to his bedside table that Dumbledore had placed for him, and took a photo album out. He opened it to a picture of Sirius, holding him as a child. He stared at the picture, a younger Sirius bouncing baby Harry on his knee, so long that he fell asleep. That was where Professor McGonagall found him a few hours later.

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A/N: See, I told you things would be alright! Besides, I would never kill Sirius. I like him too much.

I've also decided to do a short summary thingie at the end of each chapter for the next one. Does that make sense?

Next chapter: Lots and lots and lots of emotion.

Okay, tell me some pairings that you want to see, and I'll see if I can't squeeze them in there. I'm only doing things that I can do or things I can do without ruining the plot.

--Phee