"Mischief managed?" Harry copied tentatively, smiling as he looked down at the pizza. It was hot, warm and half the size of him! He had seen these before for that one year Dudley had a pizza party. It smelled so good, his stomach gurgled already. Blushing, he ducked his head and hoped Sirius didn't tease him.

Sirius was so strange, he was like a dream. He could do anything. Literally anything. He was magical, he had a motorbike and he felt so strong too.

And he knew his mom and dad! "Did my dad like pizza?"