You're a Bottom, Harry

Midnight

Harry jolted. He was in his bed, fully clothed, and someone was sitting on him. Someone who shouldn't even be here...

The man's eyes were sunken in. He made eye contact with Harry, smirking.

"Sirius, what are you doing here?" Harry whispered, not wanting to wake the other boys. The sky was dark and soulless, like Sirius's eyes. This Sirius was very different from the one in the fireplace, but hauntingly familiar.

"Am I really here though?" his godfather hissed. He ran his fingers through his tangled black hair.

"Judging by the fact that that you are here, sitting on me-"

"No, Harry. The mind is a wonderful and terrible place, remember that." Sirius placed a hand over Harry's chest. "Follow your heart, Harry," he said, and vanished.

***

Harry jolted. He was in his bed, fully clothed, and someone was sitting on him.

That someone happened to be Ron. "Harry, you'll be late! Harry! Harry!" Ron shook him violently, forgetting how strong he had become over the past few months.

Harry opened one eye. "Sirius? What are you doing here?"

"Mate, you're seeing things. Sirius is safe at home. This is Ron."

Harry let out a sigh of relief. At least Sirius was home safe, where he belonged. Or was he?

Thankfully Harry was fully clothed, because he immediately ran to the common room and checked every single fireplace for Sirius. Since Harry usually slept naked, this would have placed him in an uncomfortable situation because Professor McGonagall happened to be lecturing a few second years downstairs. Most of the fires from the night before had burnt out, and Sirius was nowhere to be seen. Harry silently thanked God.

"You alright?" Ron inquired. "You just fell asleep last night, I thought something happened."

"Sirius came. In the middle of the night."

Ron stared at him. "No."

"I swear. It was still dark outside and-"

"Mate, nothing can get inside these walls. Who would even want to?"

Harry had no time to deal with his best friend's stupidity. Sirius had been able to come into Hogwarts before, and he could certainly do it again.

Harry grabbed a quill and jotted down a letter to Sirius. He ran off to find Hedwig, leaving Ron standing in the common room, confused.