[[You read the summery! I got this idea from knoteach and her story Masks and Mirrors, which was the response to Challange by PheonixEternalFlame. And just to let it be known now.

I ASKED PERMISSION BEFORE USING THE IDEA! I did not steal this, what so ever. So no accusastions. Also, the story is great in my opinion and something I suggest you go read...now!

Onto the Oc... Yes, like all first stories of a section I do there will be an OC. This OC is mainly there, not only to help me with the characters...but to introduce Harry to the war going on with the Alliance. While Harry will find Heero instead of Relena, I want there to be another reason why he might get involved with things.

However, I have just to decide if my OC will work for the Alliance, the Rebals, Oz, or White Fang... I am still working on this, and it might be awhile until I update. I plan on working on this while I finish Fractured Looking Glass. I decided to post it now, so that you have something to think on...

I would also greatly appreciate suggestions on whose side my OC should be on. My Oc, won't be a main star in this story, but she will have her uses. Such as training Harry incase he ends up in a hostile situation with muggles. It will also interfere with how Harry veiws things.]]

Harry sat with his arms curled around his knees. His head buried in the cocoon they made, hiding him from everyone and everything. He didn't know what to do anymore. Voldemort…was alive again.

His hand reached over clasping at where Wormtail had cut him. Cedric was dead, and despite everything, it was his fault. Then again, if he had forced Cedric to take it alone, he would have been tortured and used for the ritual instead. Cedric still would have died.

He wished he had been greedy enough to take the cup on his own.

He sighed dragging his face up to stare at the dying flames. He had finally gotten Hermione and Ron to leave him alone. Ron had been tired and easier to get rid of. Ron seemed to be trying to make up for how horrible a friend he had been during the beginning of the year. He was almost trying to pry, he understood why. If there was a threat of danger to him or his family he wanted to know.

Hermione oddly enough was giving him space. She had been more observant and careful with him lately. At the same time she was being clingy and spending most, if not all of her time with him. Almost as if she was never going to see him again…

Everyone had tried to help him. Really only Hermione, the twins, and Mrs. Weasley were the ones that had really helped.

Mrs. Weasley because of her hug, while it hadn't really helped the situation…he had never been hugged like that before. It had been…nice, comforting. The twins, well he didn't think he could ever dislike or be annoyed with them really. They could always get him to crack a smile.

And Hermione, she seemed to have mellowed out a bit since she started dating Viktor. She cared of course, but she hadn't been as…smoothing with her attempts to help, or as obsessive with knowing everything. Not to mention there was a gleam of something in her eyes lately.

Harry just didn't know what.

Dumbledore certainly didn't help. Declaring what happened to the entire Great Hall like that. If people didn't hate or think he was crazy already, they probably would now… And he knew it was only going to get worse for himself. He had already noticed the whispers behind his back. There were times he thought he was crazy.

He craved for everything to have been imagined, to have merely been a bad dream. Really, things could have been far worse though… He could have been tortured by the Death Eaters…he knew one was a Werewolf… Harry shivered slightly at the thought. There was one person he wanted to see, one he thought could help…

"Oh, pup…"

Harry blinked when his vision was obscured with matted dirty hair that smelled like sweat and dirt. And honestly he couldn't be happy. The arms tightened around him to the point that he could almost forget how awkward their positions felt. He could feel his knees digging into the man's ribs.

Harry merely sighed and wrapped his arms around him, hand clutching the worn grey robes he wore. "Sirius…" Harry muttered blankly.

Time seemed to fade away. And oddly enough he felt so much safer when it was Sirius hugging him. He wasn't sure if it was because the man was his godfather, or because Sirius had gone through a lot just to see him again. Even now he was probably going against the Headmaster's orders.

Time seemed to pass slowly, but not slow enough. The fire had died out leaving smoldering piles of ash and pieces of wood. Eventually they pulled back form one another. Harry blinked seeing that Sirius had dropped to his knees to get to him. The man moved turning to sit on the floor beside him. His hand moved his wand pointed toward the fireplace as it roared back to life.

The two continued to stare at the flames as they moved within the fire place. They seemed to almost dance and be playful to Harry. Then again it would fit seeing as his godfather was the one to conjure them. They sat side by side their arms leaning on each other for support.

Sirius made an odd sound that reminded him of a whimper before he sighed. "Is it wrong?" He asked and paused. "That I want to take you, Remus and myself and run away form here…and never look back." Sirius asked in an almost wistful tone.

Harry blinked in shock and glanced up at his godfather sideways. "Only if it's wrong that I never want to see Voldemort again." Harry replied his eyes lowering in slight guilt. "I'm scared…He scares me Sirius… He's strong, so strong. And I'm so weak compared to him. And everyone seems to think I'm… That I can defeat him or something. But how can I? It was only because of my wand that I lived this time. Because of Fawkes that I lived when I was 12. Because of my mother's love that I lived when I was 11 and a baby. I'm nothing special, I'm not unique." Harry paused when he spoke the last words and chuckled slightly in amusement.

He sighed slumping again. "I don't think… I don't think I can face him again Sirius. And I know I just know I'm going to be the one to do it again. They'll make me…I'll be the one that has to kill him. I'm not going to get a choice, because no one is giving me any. I'm not a kid anymore. However, I don't want to be in a war. I don't want to have to kill someone, even that monster. I just… I wish someone else could do this. I wish I could leave the Wizarding world behind. I don't have to fight him you know… Yes, mum and dad fought against him and yes he killed them. But I'm not my parents… what makes everyone think that I have to fight him? That I want to?" he demanded more to himself.

Sirius turned looking at his godson in shock. "Harry…" He muttered.

Harry paused and laughed bitterly. "No, I'm sorry… Voldemort's a monster… I've seen or I've heard about the things he's done, the things he will do. It's the only reason I'm helping at all. I don't want anyone to get hurt. And if I can somehow stop them from getting hurt, then I will. That's the only reason I listen to Dumbledore and everyone. Not because he killed my parents or because they fought against him. It was war; they knew what they were signing up for when they defied him. That doesn't mean that I have to be involved because they were…" He said trailing off.

Silence filled the room before Sirius sighed deeply. Raising his hand he dropped it on Harry's head ruffling his hair. "I understand…" he said softly. Harry looked at him with wide eyes causing the man to give a bark like laugh.

"No, I do. You aren't you're parents. And it's about time I and everyone else stops seeing you as them. Hell, I'm proud to say I'm not like mine. They were Slytherin's while I was a Gryffindor." He said with a wide grin. "And I wouldn't change that. They were disappointed, they were angry, and they were disgusted… But I wasn't them, I was me… I understand Harry." He said dropping his hand.

Starring into the flames a small smile crossed his lips. "I won't fault you if you run. Hell, I'll be running along side you. Don't think you can ever get away from me, pronglet." He said with a wolfish grin, wrapping his arm around Harry and jerking the boy.

"That being said, if you do wish to leave Harry, I'll help you. I'm not sure if Remus will turn his back completely on the Wizarding World, or even if he could, being what he was. But there's nothing holding me here anymore. Nothing but you, pup. So where you go, I'll go. And what you do, I'll follow and support. Unless you want to become a girl or join the dark lot cause I'll then have to protest. I will not be raising any girl." He said with a frown.

Harry couldn't help the laughter that escaped him. This was why he needed Sirius. Not only because he was his godfather, but because somehow he always understood him. Of course he was protective, like everyone else. But he never seemed to blame Harry or try to hide things; he only seemed to care about his safety. Not how he should act or appear.

He saw Harry Potter, son of his best mate James and his wife Lily. Not the Boy-Who-Lived or poster boy for the light. He wasn't just Harry with Sirius…not yet, but it was close enough.

Harry blinked when a thought suddenly came to him. "Hermione helped sneak you in here didn't she?" He asked with a small grin.

Sirius returned it. "That girls smart as they come I'll say. She even went against you're Headmaster. Made sure that he and no one else knew I was here. She even got Remus to agree. Dumbledore had ordered I stay with Remus, and Remus had agreed. However, you're friend got him to go against the old man's orders. Remus was also worried about you, but he stayed behind so that it wasn't obvious I was gone." He said.

"Speaking of which…" he said standing and stretching. "I have to get going. Hermione did a spell that should be wearing off soon. Fudge is having this place watched, what with all the you know who stuff."

Harry nodded; while sad he understood that his godfather had to leave. Suddenly though his head shot up again. "Hey, Sirius…can you adopt someone?" he asked.

Sirius turned to look at him slightly shocked. "Harry… people would notice if I adopted you-"

"Not me, someone else…" Harry said with a serious expression.

Sirius merely looked back confused. "If I use a ritual then yea. It won't alert the ministry, but the adoption would be added to the family tree and family records. Someone would only notice if were looking for it specifically. And even then it doesn't date when the adoption happened. Why?" He asked.

Harry looked up. "I have…a friend. A muggle friend, she's an orphan and keeps getting bumped around in foster families…She got into some trouble and needs a Guardian until one says she doesn't any longer. She's old enough that she doesn't have to live with one and can be on her own. But she legally needs a Guardian…"

Sirius tilting his head in interest. "Oh, tell me more…"

Remus Lupin glanced from side to side. While this place was a muggle building, he still didn't want to be caught sneaking into it. Sometimes he wondered just why he agreed to Sirius's, and now Harry's crazed ideas. Sighing slightly he could feel his tension finally leaving him. He couldn't really be mad about it though, after all this was to help a friend of Harry's.

Gathering his resolve he slipped the window open, happy that it had only been locked. This place didn't have much of a security system. Luckily he was used to sneaking around, again he blamed Sirius.

Looking around he found the main file cabinet. Checking it he used the unlocking spell again before pulling it open. He started flipping through the folders eventually he found the folder he was looking for.

Varushka, A.

Pulling the file out, he started flipping the papers looking for the Guardian list. He sighed in relief when he found. Bringing his wand up to the paper he muttered the spell. Sirius's name appeared as the next listed. Nodding Remus slid the folder back in its place before shutting the cabinet and relocking it.

'Harry said that they didn't really look anymore. She's had so many Guardian's that they just call and make arrangements with the next Guardian. They pay more attention to the last name, and Black's common in the muggle world. And the Notice Me Not spell should help.' He thought as he slipped back out eth window replacing the lock.

Remus had only agreed to this because he didn't want Dumbledore to find out about Sirius leaving that night. Remus could come and go easier then Sirius could. And very few ever suspected him anyway.

Turning down the road he headed toward a corner the Knight Bus used often. He had listed a false phone number. As soon as they would call it, the spells would be activated. Remus felt bad about using spells on muggles.

But this way it could be done legally without them meeting or checking up on Sirius. They would think they had gone through everything during the phone call. It was tricky, and if he was caught he would have to spend some time in Azkaban…

He hoped those two realized how much he had risked ding this.

More then getting in trouble with the Wizarding World, he didn't want the Alliance angry with him. It was thanks to them he was able to get jobs in the muggle world. After all, all of the high officials in the Alliance knew of the Wizarding World. And the alliance proved to be more forgiving to Werewolves.

He found that if Sirius was serious about leaving the Wizarding world… He would follow. All he would have to do is register with the Alliance and they would put him under their protection.

Dumbledore…however, could be a problem. The man was not above manipulating and using people to his advantage. The old man never meant harm, but he very rarely looked at the small picture. Instead he was spending his whole time planning the bigger picture.

He was not cruel, mean or evil. He just trusted in people too much. And oddly enough he could use that trust against others and the person themselves. He very rarely noticed the pain and suffering he caused…

The summer was coming along to be one of the worst.

To begin with, it was a heat wave. A heat wave meant Dudley and his gang were up to no trouble. Harry was personally tired of seeing younger kids getting beaten up and them not doing anything. Harry noticed that there had been no news of Voldemort in the mail and he was grateful.

Talking to Sirius that night had truly helped him. He didn't feel the need to worry, to know. He was just a damned kid. And as Hermione had told him once they passed through the barrier...

"Harry, listen. I know …Voldemort has been a problem you're whole life. But now that he's back, really back... Harry this isn't you're problem. So what if he's back, it doesn't mean you have to be the one to stop him again. For some reason the adults think that. But I would rather choose you being safe then of him taking over the Wizarding World. The adults can take care of this. And the fact that no one believes it means they can't force you to do anything. Harry, I want you to be happy. No matter what, even if it means letting Sirius steal you and you two vanishing. Just keep in contact with me alright?"

Hermione's words had swirled around in his mind all summer. She truly seemed like a sister now. It was the thing that kept him sane when he received those odd short letters form Ron and Hermione.

In fact he had even been able to read a code in Hermione's letters, and a failed version in Ron's. It would seem that Dumbledore was worried about his and their safety. Ron and Hermione had been taken somewhere. And they had been forbidden to tell him. They were also being forced to write short letters so if they were intercepted no one would know anything.

Harry had never been so thankful that Hermione had told him about the code she and Viktor came up with during the Tournament. What he was surprised at was Ron. In the beginning his letters hadn't meant anything, now it was obvious he was trying to write in Hermione's code. And what he had got was shocking.

Instead of telling Harry about what was happening, he left that up to Hermione, Ron had decided to give Harry his support. Ron was keeping true to his vow to never abandon Harry again. He basically said he agreed with Hermione that You-Know-Who wasn't his responsibility. Harry had done enough already in his mind.

The only thing he had asked was to be taken with him if he ran away, although Harry was sure Hermione had hit him for that because he never said it again.

Harry sighed when he heard the phone ringing. He was out in the front yard; Petunia liked him and Dudley out of the house when it was so hot. And although the bushes were cool, she had scolded him when he tried to hide under one to stay cool.

"Boy!" His aunt hissed hanging her head out the window.

Harry turned to look at her in confusion. Her face was pinched with something between worry and distaste.

When she noticed him looking back she sniffed slightly. "You have a call. It better not be anything to do with…them." She hissed glancing around. Pulling her head back in she motioned for him to come inside.

Harry pushed himself from the ground and dusted off his jeans. Mentally he was trying to think of who could be calling him. He knew it wasn't Hermione or Ron. Wherever they were didn't have a phone or Hermione would have called already.

Shrugging he walked over toward the phone and picked it up from where his aunt had set it. He could feel both her and Uncle Vernon's eyes on him as he moved it to his ear. "Hello?" He asked in confusion.

"Would you mind explaining to me how I ended up with, Sirius Black, notorious serial killer, as my Guardian. And just how he's you're godfather. And if I hadn't guessed you were a wizard I would have known by now. Most people freak out when a Grim like dog starts stalking them…" The voice asked with a sarcastic tint to the normal quiet monotone.

Harry's eyes brightened. "Ananya!" He said happily.

He could feel the eyes turn away at that name. While they weren't happy he made friends with a 'normal' person. His aunt and uncle didn't suspect her of anything to do with his kind.

A soft chuckle is heard over the line. "Yes, Мой маленький(1), it is you beloved Тигр(2)."

Harry couldn't help the sulky pout that came over him. "I'm not little anymore." He muttered. And it was true, he had finally shot up. Although his appearance was worse now. It showed a person that had grown too fast in a short amount of time. He hadn't filled out right.

"And I am sure you have not gotten the chance to properly proportion yourself, Да(3)?" She hissed out her accent heavy because of her anger.

Harry with held a wince turning slightly. His Aunt and Uncle weren't listening anymore, but still… "Тигр, they have been better. They found out about my Godfather and have been okay to me out of fear." He muttered lowly.

"As right they should." She replied blankly. A moment passed and she sighed. "No matter. Seeing as you can not make up your mind, I will be making it up for you. I want you out of that world, котенок(4)." She said seriously.

Harry bit his lip in thought for a moment. "But what about—"

"котенок, you can keep in contact with your friends, I would not deny you that. However, I want you save. You're safety matters more to me then some strangers. If need be I will shelter them, as long as they are willing to leave the Wizarding world. I have no problem with that. But I will not have anything to do with that place and neither will you. Я Понят(5)?"

Harry paused for a few moments, before sighing. "Да. Вы поняты.(6)" Harry said simply, replying back to her in her mother language.

She sighed heavily. "котенок…Harry, please do not think cruelly of me. I merely long for your safety. You're Godfather has agreed with me in this. And a Remus Lupin has decided to help you keep in contact with your friends. Please do not worry." She said soothingly.

Harry smiled slightly. "It's okay. As long as you've started making the plans with Padfoot there's nothing I can do. I'll tell them as soon as I can." Harry said referring to his friends and his relatives.

"Acceptable. I am hoping to see you soon, Nikita(7)."

"The same here, Ananya."

(1)Мой маленький My Small One

(2)Тигр Tiger

(3) Да: Da; Yes

(4)котенок: Kitten

(5)ЯПонят: I am understood?

(6)Выпоняты: You are understood.

(7) Nikita: Name given to Harry by Ananaya.