## Ok, :) this is the first installment of my first FanFic. It is centred around a plot where Harry is actually Sirius Black son, after Sirius eloped with Lily Potter, however I will get to that later on in the story, feel free to send in ideas, they would be appreciated. ##

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. THEY BELONG TO THE GREAT JK ROWLING AND THIS IS FOR FUN :)

-Compulsive Desires-


Harry Potter was never what you could call an ''ordinary'' child. It all started at the age of ten when the Dursleys took Dudley and himself to Dudley's favourite theme park on Harry's birthday.

Dudley pushed Harry into going on the biggest ride there- much to his annoyance. The next thing he knew he snapped in anger and Dudley was thrown 20 feet in the air and landed in a

dustbin. That particular stunt earned him 5 weeks with minimal rations of cheese and water, all within the confines of his glorious cupboard. He was also aware of Uncle Vernon's subtle

threat that any more ''funny business'' and Harry would never have the same body again. Now even though he was only ten, Harry Potter knew then that he was different, special. He spent

many nights thinking over what he did, trying in vain the replicate it in some way. To his surprise Harry never went hungry during those 5 weeks of rations. No, he just wished to have a full

stomach and it happened. The first time it happened he was so elated that he cheered. When Uncle Vernon came to see what the noise was about and discovered that Harry was not indeed

famished beyond repair, he assumed the worst. Vernon Dursley always considered himself as a moral, patient man- which is not a view shared by any who have met him. What Vernon did to

Harry that night could have earned him a life sentence. When Harry was thrown back into his cupboard that night he looked that the slightly shattered mirror across from him. He felt violated.

He had deep cuts all over his neck and face and had welt marks across every part of his body. Harry made up his mind that night that night that he was leaving, for good. He also took an

oath to himself that he would hunt down Vernon Dursley and his family and they would pay. Just as he was getting ready to run for the front door an idea hit him. If he could make

his stomach fill up just by wishing it to happen, then maybe the same thing would happen for his injuries!! He sat down in a crouched position and began to meditate. After a minute he could

hear everything, from the moaning of the adult television program Vernon was watching, to the cats meowing in the street. It was the moment Harry reined in all his willpower and forced his

body to heal. He felt a curious sensation on his skin, much like a snake sliding itself around the whole of your body. He felt the slight burning feeling all over his body, but the burning didn't

bring pain, it brought relief. He felt his energy sag and he crashed down to the floor with a slight 'thump'.

Harry woke up several minutes, or was it hours later. He could still hear the moaning and panting from the television however, so he knew he hadn't been out that long. Harry then

remembered what he had done and quickly looked over his skin. It looked different, paler. He touched the skin on his face and it was firmer and he had cheekbones?? He quickly glanced at

the mirror and took in a sharp breath. This could not have happened? I must have switched bodies with someone else!? He took into his brain the sharp features of his ''new'' face. He had a

longer nose, but not an unattractive long just a sharp defined, manly nose. He looked at his eyes, they were the same, a deep emerald color. Harry remembered the first day at school, when

everyone he met gasped as his eyes met there's. After that he had always thought there was something wrong with his eyes. But now he changed his mind. They framed his face so well

that he thought he had never looked so beautiful... Quickly snapping himself out of his stupor, he slowly opened his cupboard door. Another thing amazed him as he stepped into the orange

light of the hallway. He was taller! Harry was so caught up in this revelation that he didn't notice the tv turn of quickly enough. Vernon Dursley stepped into the hallway and blank shock took

over his face as his asked Harry ''who are you? Your here to steal something aren't you? YOU STUPID THIEF GET OUT NOW YOU MANGY GODFORSAKEN BASTARD'' Harry looked at Vernon with

an incredulous expression on his face, then mumbled a quickly ''OK sir'' and ran down the rest of the hallway. With a quick thought he opened the front door and ran down the front steps in

to cool night air.

He didn't stop running until he couldn't breath and then sat down on the pillar of a posh houses front hard. He looked around for a second and took

in his surroundings. He was at least a mile away from the Dursleys house. On his far left there was a massive field which ends at a main road, and to his immediate right there was a great,

shaggy, black dog watching him with what Harry could only interpret as a smirk? A dog smirking at him? He definitely needed to sleep, he was going bonkers!

As Harry stared down at the shaggy black dog which was- to Harry's intense annoyance, still smirking at him, the dog suddenly changed shape! Harry now found himself looking into the grey

eyes of a shaggy, handsome black haired man. It took Harry at least a minute to stop gawking at the man, then he managed to splutter ''bu but.. yo yoou look like mee?? The shaggy man

nodded his head and his grin grew wider if that was possible. The man looked like he had just won the first and second world wars single-handed, yet the happiness that was radiated from

the tired looking man was infective and Harry found himself grinning too. '' Harry! Oh I've been waiting so many years to see your face, my name is Sirius Black, and believe it or not, I'm your

real father!'' the man stepped towards Harry and pulled him into a bone crushing hug. ''Sorry Sirius si.. si.. sir, but what do you mean by 'real' father?'' the man crouched down on his knees

and grabbed both of Harry's knees as he looked deeply into Harry's eyes. ''I will tell you everything, but now is not the right time; I believe you do not have a home at this moment in time?''

Harry shook his head but was uncertain of whether he should have done that, it was more of an impulse. '' Harry.. would you like to come live with me? I have several homes and you can

pick whichever if you like? There is Grimmauld place in London, Black Manor in Moscow, The Shack of Black in Romania'' he said that one with a smile and a charming wink '' and of course there

is the Black Manors in Germany and France?'' he looked down at Harry with eager eyes. Harry was uncertain about what to say. This man's sudden confession that he is his ''real'' dad and

that he has all these houses and manor or whatever had slightly put him out. '' I..i.. I'm nott quite sure, can we go to the ones in Russia and France first? It's just I've always dreamt of

seeing those places, all those wonders.. you know?'' he looked up uncertainly at Sirius and saw that the man had understanding fully etched across worn, scarred face. '' I totally

understand, but first of all there is something I wish to show you at Grimmauld, if you wouldn't mind?'' Harry nodded timidly and Sirius motioned for him to grab his arm. ''Hold tight Harry,

you're in for a rough ride'', he gave Harry a wink and a grin. With that he turned on his heel and the pair disappeared from sight. The pair, so caught up in the moment, failed to spot the

curtain rustling in the house two doors down. The also missed the flash of green flames as Arabella Figg made an urgent floo call to Albus Dumbledore's most honorable residence.

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That's the end of my first installment, I will try and get the next one up soon :)