After bidding adieu to both Roshara and Mrs.Weasley, Harry headed off for class, completely forgetting his books. He nearly face palmed himself but a figure drew his attention at the corner of his eye. It was Sirius, he could tell, the anamangus was certain to keep himself from view when he transformed. Harry rushed to the Godfather's side, "Hello." He spoke a little more childlike and happy to see him. Sirius smiled while gathering his face by his chin, "Look at you Harry, you look more and more like James every time I get a chance to see you." Harry could only smile, "there are several things I need you to know and we'll start with Roshara."
The two went on about their discussions, Harry tried to defend Roshara but Sirius seemed adamant that he be extremely careful. After they parted, Harry went off and gathered his things for Defense against the dark arts, apart of him wanting to shake what Sirius had warned him about. He didn't really want to believe his godfather, but in no sense would his godfather ever lie to him, especially when it came to involving honest matters like the order. Which he finally understood now, both his mother and father were apart of before. Malfoy shot by Harry with his crew, all of them just so happening to nudge him and bump his shoulders as they passed.