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AN: I'm sorry this story has not been updated in a long, loooooong time, but I suddenly lost my inspiration and started not liking the way the story was developing. So I am now rewriting what I already had and hope it is much better than last time. The plot, even if it hadn't been evident by the few previous chapters, will still remain the same.

Thank you to those who are reading this story. I apologize in advance for any mistakes, I will gladly fix any that are pointed out.

AN2:This has been edited from how it was originally written, yet I can not guarantee that all mistakes have been fixed. If there are some, please tell me and they will be edited as soon as possible.

Growling filled the empty hallways as the shapes of two dogs ran down them trying to find the headmaster. Ghosts and armors made sure to stay out of their away, while portraits turned and murmured amongst themselves about the unexpected commotion caused by the canines. Thrill ran through every one of them as they recognized the figure of the ex-Gryffindor dashing through the halls with his familiar. They were going at break-neck speed and reached the place where the gargoyle would usually sit, guarding the entrance to the headmaster's office, in less than a minute. Wasting no time they morphed their shapes into that of two men and sprinted up the stairs and burst into the office.

"Albus!" Sirius howled as he came to a stop in front of said man's desk. He slammed his hands down on the wood, causing the whole thing to come dangerously close to cracking and leaned in close to the old man's face.

"What's the meaning of this? Why did you send Harry back to that place! Don't you know the change will happen soon!" he hissed as he shook with furry, barely restraining his instincts to spring forward and hurt his former teacher. Behind him, the other man patiently regarded the scene in front of him and nodded in greeting to the Headmaster, making the older wizard sigh tiredly.

"Hello, Sirius," Dumbledore remained as calm as he could, hoping, even if he knew it wouldn't do much, it would hint to the angry animagus to calm down. "I am perfectly aware of the that fact, Sirius." Without a rush, Dumbledore pointed to the chairs in front of his desk and motioned for the former student to take a seat while he stood up and sauntered over to the window he had been looking out of from behind his desk. Moonlight reflected off his half-moon spectacles, making it hard to see the blue eyes underneath them. Growling, Sirius sat down in a huff and began tapping his fingers against the armrest of the chair in an obvious sign of impatience. Albus knew why this man was furious.

"They may not be the best of people,but that is the safest place for him until the change begins to take place," the headmaster began his explanation. "There he won't be reached by his enemies while he is vulnerable. After the birth, his familiar will most likely take him to another safe place. Until then I ask you not to go near Harry, that could place him in unnecessary danger."

"What about Voldemort and the death eaters?" Black snarled out while the other black-haired male began pacing behind his chair, a clear sign that Sirius's patience was at its limit. Danger emanated from the two men sitting in front of him, and if he were honest Albus would admit he was slightly afraid of what they could do if he pressed them too much, but he easily hid his concern and smiled kindly at him.

"His familiar would never allow that to happen. And it should be born very soon," the headmaster soothed as he walked over to one of his bookcases and took out an old rosewood chest from a drawer. Very carefully he placed it on the desk and opened it to allow both men to see the contents. His mouth formed a grim line as the two identical orbs were revealed. Both were made out of pigeon blood rubies, and glowed with their own sinister light in the room that was only lit by moonlight.

"Are those the.."

"Yes, they are," Dumbledore interrupted Sirius as he picked up one of the orbs and rubbed his finger along the engraved letters. With another heavy sigh he passed the orb to the former Gryffindor. While the stone had been cold in his hand, he knew that it was burning hot in Sirius's. "They began glowing last night, I believe they will break tonight."

Sirius stared at the orb incredulous as it began to grow even hotter in his hand, clearly feeling the initials HJP that were on its surface. "So I won't be able to reach Harry until it breaks?"

"I'm afraid not, Sirius. The best thing would to wait a week until after the familiar is born," Albus answered. At the second mention of that word, the man pacing behind sirius stopped and stared at the headmaster. He looked much younger than his former student, but his dark blue eyes looked much wiser. "So this is your familiar," the old man mused out loud.

Both black-haired men nodded, although it hadn't been a question. Tossing the orb up in the air, and letting his familiar be the one to catch it, Sirius turned his head to look out the window the headmaster had been previously looking out from. Dumbledore noticed that he looked slightly calmer, but a quick glance to the man's familiar told him otherwise. 'The calm before the storm?' he thought to himself as his guest suddenly stood up.

"Fine," the animagus declared as began heading out the door, yet Dumbledore knew better than to assume that that was the end to that conversation. The familiar gently placed the orb back in the chest and followed in his master's footsteps. From where he was sitting, Albus could tell that Sirius Black was still angry and tense, but the man knew that it was too late for him to go for Harry, he would simply have to wait before he could see his godson.

"Goodnight headmaster. Jasper," he called out as he left the office, even in he knew Jasper would never be more than a step behind him. For a long while after both men left the office, silence reigned in the office. The headmaster sat as still as a statue as he contemplated the moon outside.

"A full moon and the orbs will be breaking tonight" Albus wasn't aware of the fact the he was voicing his thoughts out loud. He was about to stand and walk over to the window once more when the glow of the orbs stopped him in his tracks. Pensive he looked once more at the orbs glowing inside their chest. "I wonder, how will things develop this time?" he asked the phoenix that came to land on his shoulder. Both males took a minute to think about the question, but no answer seemed to come to either of them. Sighing, for the third time that night, he wrote quick notes to the heads of Gryffindor and Slytherin and sent Fawkes to deliver them. After his pet phoenix had been sent to deliver the notes he stood and walked over to the window. Even from there he could hear the first cracks on the jewels that sat on his desk.

Slowly he removed his glasses and began cleaning them with the edge of his robes. His blue eyes look tired and their usual twinkle was gone as one thought came back to haunt him. Albus was surprised Sirius had not noticed it, but he was sure his familiar had quickly grasped the fact that it was exceedingly rare for two orbs to be so identical, and even more so for them to be created at the same the jewel they were made from, to their size, and even to the style of the carved initials, they resembled one another. The orbs of HJP and DM were, undoubtedly, bonded to one another, yet for his many years and extensive knowledge, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore did not know whether that was good or bad.

"We shall hope for the best," he tried to reassure himself as he put his glasses back on.