This is something that came to mind a few weeks ago. It's pre-written up to chapter five, its was originally playing with the EVIL!Dumbledore (He might not be evil in the end, just saying) cliche but it's grown into something else. I will continue to write it but depending on the feed back I may or may not continue to post it.

Pairings: Announced at the bottom

Italics equals Memories

Bold equals Letter/Notes

Sirius Black felt as if his head was splitting open. It was the worst pain he had ever felt before and if he could speak he would have loud proclaimed to any and all that he could feel his brain leaking out of his than the pain, the wizard wasn't sure what was going on. He could barely remember his own name at this point but he knew he was missing something important. As the pain slowly lessened Sirius started to be able to really take in his condition. He realized he was laying, on what he assumed was the ground.

Sirius was mostly unsure of just where he was. Oh, he had a vague idea sure, but the pain made him want to ignore that idea and pretend he was passed out in the boys dormitory at Hogwarts after a hard night of partying after a Gryffindor quidditch team win. Unwillingly his mind started to fill in some of the blanks he almost wished would have stayed empty.

His problems had started two days before when he was still stuck in the hellhole affectionately known as Azkaban Prison.

Dawn and dusk were indistinguishable on Azkaban. Prisoners never really knew what time it was, unless they were lucky enough to have the guards mention it, of course they had to be sane enough as well, to appreciate the knowledge. Sirius Black was lucky in both cases that day. The dementors had stayed away from his cell for a change, instead welcoming one of the newest prisoners that had arrived. Sirius shuddered as he remembered the welcoming he had received from Azkaban's monstrous guards, he didn't envy the poor bastard and was honestly glad for the reprieve. It was almost unfortunate that because of the lack of dementors there was an abundance of human guards on this side the prison which meant that Sirius was stuck listening to them.

Compared to the soul sucking powers of the dementors, Sirius was sure that he was getting the better deal, but sometimes it was easy to forget that. "I can't believe they let him live." Sirius knew they were talking about him, it happened every so often. The guards would get bored with what ever it was that they did, it certainly wasn't taking care of the prisoners and would just sit around and gossip. Sirius wanted to bash his head in, it appeared the topic of the day was him.

"After all the people he killed, and the mess with the Potters." The guard trailed off and Sirius bit back a growl. He was innocent, even if no one believed him. He was still sane after all, the dementors couldn't break him like they did everyone else, because he was different. He was innocent. Sirius' anger hide the flash of something within him that happened the he had heard the word Potter.

"If I were minister, I would have had Black kissed years ago." The same guard continued on, unaware of the angry prisoner behind him. "What about you, Jacobs?

Jacobs didn't answer for a moment, "Well I'd give him to the Potter boy. Wait until the kid was older and let him do what he wanted with Black. It's only his right after all." Sirius wished he could risk transforming into Padfoot, hearing about his poor godson all alone in the world made him want to howl in pain. Unaware and uncaring of his pain the guards continued.

" How old if the kid anyway? He'd be about five or six now, right?" The first guard asked Jacobs. Sirius, couldn't hear the man answer so he assumed the man nodded. "Huh, I wonder if-"

"Come on, shift change!" Jacobs cut the other man off before he could continue but Sirius didn't care. He curled up on himself more, wedging himself into the furthest corner he could and waited out the human guards leaving for the night, leaving the Dementors to their nightly round.

Free of human eyes the wizard pushed himself into his animagus form. Sirius, now Padfoot, let himself relax as his animal emotions confused the dementors enough that they left his cell alone. 'Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. . Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry.'

As much as he tried to sleep Sirius could only picture his tiny little godson, crying reaching out for him. Padfoot whined and tried to settle himself down. For a moment, it seemed he was going to be able to drift off but before he actually fell asleep a warm feeling deep within him caught his attention. Padfoot, sat up and shook like he was covered in water. The warm feeling continued.

Unable to sit still the grim-like dog paced his cell each time he brushed against the bar the warmth grew. 'What's going on.' Padfoot thought to himself. 'This feeling, it's indescribable.' He passed by the bars again and felt the warmth grow again and whined softly. 'It's almost like it's trying to tell me something.'

Still in dog form Padfoot stared at the bar for a long time. The longer he stared the warmer the feeling got, until finally the dog walked up to the bars and without a backward look slipped between them.

He hadn't been able to explain the strange warm feeling but after a dip in the icy water even as a dog Sirius was unsure if he had ever been warm before in his life. Temperature aside, Sirius had escaped from Azkaban swam to shore and managed to hide himself well enough to make it back to his childhood home. Living on the run wasn't something Sirius wanted to do for very long. It was hard enough stealing food and trying to make sense of what had happened since his imprisonment. He had learned quite a bit about the world since the horrible day .

The world was certainly going downhill quickly and he honestly didn't expect Minister Bagnold to keep her office for very much longer. It wasn't just the being thrown into prison without a trial bitterness talking either. Within the last two years, the number of muggle borns leaving the wizarding world and returning to the muggles had increased dramatically. There was also the ever increasing creature laws, which limited the rights of those infected with diseases like lycanthropy or vampirism.

His disgust with the world was only eclipsed with his hatred for his hiding in his childhood home. It was pure luck that his mother had died only a few months earlier, leaving the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black without an acting head, and, more literally, empty.

It took very little effort to get back into Grimmauld place. A quick trip to the goblins who, thankfully, didn't much care for silly little phrases like "supposed murderer," or "escaped prisoner." It did take more gold then he would have liked but Sirius was able to buy enough of the goblins mercy to get his financials in order and gain the Black Lordship. The Lordship made it ridiculously easy to enter the house, the wards practically melted for him, he could feel all of his father's protections yielding to the new Lord Black, that was why he wasn't expecting the blinding pain that stole his breath and brought him to the floor.

It felt like forever that he lay eagle spread on the floor of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Tortured by the blinding pain in wracking his body and the teasing flashes of what could only be memories behind his eyelids. After what felt like hours, the pain finally receded enough that Sirius could function again. The man pushed himself up half way but could make it no further due to the overwhelming nausea that came out of nowhere. Sirius closed his eyes tight and inhaled deeply through his nose, trying to keep everything down. He had very little food in his stomach and he could not risk losing it. It took longer than he would have liked to regain his composure, but with the lingering effects of the pain Sirius didn't berate himself too much.

The more clear his head got the more confused he became. It was hard to remember just where he was, and why he was there. Still partially upright Sirius, blinked slowly before taking in his dark surroundings. It only took a moment for him to recognize just where he was, Grimmauld Place. "What am I doing back at Grimmauld Place? I should be..." He didn't get to finish before the memories flooded him. Azkaban. Harry. James. Voldemort. Dumbledore. Places and faces flashed before his eyes, and just when it seemed the onslaught was going to stop, it instead went faster.

Sirius screamed clutching his head as a second set of memories pushed themselves to the forefront of his mind, mixing and colliding with the existing memories until Sirius Black had two different, yet, complete sets of memories in his mind. The man groaned and abandoned his upright position, letting himself fall backward .He could feel it now, the exhaustion and pain from what seemed to be five years in Azkaban. There was no confusion on that part.

He needed help, but his rather unique status limited those that could help him. "Kreacher !" He hissed, a second later the house elf appeared lips curled up into a snarl. "Shut up!" The wizard barked, "I am the Master of this house and you will obey me, or it will be clothes!" The house elf quieted down quickly at his master's threat.

"How can Kreacher help, nasty Master? My Mistress is dead, what does nasty Master want?" Kreacher asked glaring at the prone man, not moving to make his master more comfortable.

Sirius growled under his breath, he couldn't move but he didn't really trust the elf to move him, without an unfortunate accident happening. While normal house elves couldn't do harm to their master, Kreacher was a Black elf. There was no telling what he could do. "I need potions. Healing potions, anything that can help me recover. You are forbidden from harming me with the potions, Kreacher." Sirius made sure his voice was firm and could not be disobeyed.

"Now, take me to my room. Gently." He ordered, almost forgetting the last part. He didn't want the house elf to hurt him worse getting him to his room and into his bed. The elf just grumbled and snapped his fingers popping Sirius into his childhood bedroom.

The Black heir let out a little, "oomph," when he hit the bed. Dust swirled and Sirius sneezed twice before managing to call Kreacher to dust the place, the elf had in his arms, vials of potions that Sirius recognized from his time at Hogwarts. They all looked new and untampered with. He assumed they were from the family stock that was under stasis spells to prevent tampering. After depositing the potions Kreacher shot his master a dirty look before popping away.

It didn't take long for Sirius to down a few potions, a pain reliever, a nutrient potion and one that after careful examination a strengthening alone, in significantly less pain than before Sirius finally found himself finally able to begin working through the mess of memories. He willed himself to relax against the slightly stiff and smelly pillow on his bed. It took longer for Sirius to let his mind wander back to where he first noticed a split in the memories. After ten or so minutes of searching Sirius rather angrily noted that nearly everything after he first stepped foot on the Hogwarts Express had a double memory. As much as he wanted to shout and rage, Sirius knew he wasn't strong enough. He carefully shoved. away the anger, and made himself focus on the first set of double memories.

While Sirius could never claim to be a master Occlumens, his time in Azkaban had helped him erect rather rudimentary mental shields and sorting techniques that he hoped would help with the large task ahead of him. The main problem was that Sirius had no real plan for how to do this, he was sure that Snape would just be able to retreat into his mind and make quick work of the mess but Sirius knew as much as he hated the man he was a master at the mental arts and he had no chance of ever getting that good.

"Kreacher!" Sirius called an idea having suddenly came to him. The house elf appeared with a soft po pand a glare on his squashed little face. "Bring me my father's pensieve. Now elf!" He roared when it appeared that Kreacher was going to do no such thing. With a snarl the elf snapped his fingers and the pensieve appeared on the bed by Sirius' feet.

"Anything else, Master?" The old house elf asked through gritted teeth. Sirius could practically taste the anger and hatred coming from the little monster. Sirius snorted and shook his head, as hungry as he was, he didn't trust the elf not to poison him. The little beast sneered and disappeared once again leaving Sirius alone.

It only took a moment to move the first few memories to the pensieve. He decided that the "newer" memories would go into the bowl while the more familiar ones would stay in his head. Removing the memories without a wand had proved a bit tricky, before he remembered seeing his father use only his finger once before years ago.

With his head still spinning Sirius stubbornly pushed his face fully into the basin and was sucked into the memory.

"He's beautiful," Lily said carefully stroking the baby soft cheek of the infant wrapped carefully and snuggled every so gently in James Potter's arms. The man's blinding smile lit up the room.

"Of course he is, Lils, I mean, come on. I made that. Did you expect anything else?" Sirius Black said pressing a kiss to his tired husbands head. The red headed woman rolled her eyes but didn't comment, instead she was too focused on the tiny baby in front of her. James just laughed and leaned heavily onto his husband, his eyes still trained on the beautiful baby in his arms.

"What's his name?" Lily asked seating herself at the edge of James' bed. She smiled when the proud parents shared a look and smiled.

"Harry James Potter-Black," Sirius said, "Since the other boys got mine and Remus' names it's only fair Jamie here gets this little cutie named after him."

James stuck his tongue out at his lover and laughed softly. "Hush you, the baby is sleeping." James met Lily's eyes, "Would you get the others? I want them to meet Harry before we both get too tired." The red headed witch nodded and left the room, to get the others, leaving Sirius and James alone with their new baby.

"The boys are sure to be jealous that they won't get to the meet their baby tonight." Sirius said with a fond smile. James nodded and traced Harry's tiny facial features. Sirius continued, "We also need to let Lily and Sev, know that we want them to be Harry's godparents." He paused, "We do still want them right?"

James rolled his eyes at his husband, "Yes, Sirius, we do. Rem, Frank and Alice have the twins it's only fair that Lils and Sev have Harry." Sirius opened his mouth to retort but the door to the room opened and a swarm of family and friends poured into the room.

"Oh James! He's perfect!" Alice Longbottom said, her own child only a few months shy of a year old clutched in her arms. "Look 'rissa, isn't your cousin adorable?" Baby 'rissa smiled and reached with chubby hands to the newborn.

"How's Frank, Alice, Remus?" Sirius asked making faces at the baby girl.

Remus rolled his eyes and answered for his girlfriend. "Frank and Neville are doing good, I just wanted to see the baby before heading home, sorry I can't stay long. Alice and 'rissa will be here for a bit though." Alice nodded and kissed Remus letting him get his visiting done as quickly as possible.

"Frank's mum is with him, but we don't want him and the baby without more protection for very long. James and Sirius very clearly made it known that they didn't hold anything against their brother and made sure to pass along well wishes and kisses for the newest Longbottom-Lupin.

As Remus left James turned to the beautiful redhead standing in the doorway with a tall dark headed man wrapped around here. "Lily, Severus, we've been meaning to ask you. Would you consent to being Harry's godparents?"

Lily wasted no time jumping up and down happily, "Yes, yes, yes! We would be honored! Wouldn't we Sev?"

The man chuckled and nodded, "Yes we would. I look forward to helping your brat, prank you both when you upset him." He said with an evil grin.

James and Sirius shared a look, "Our baby wouldn't do that, would he?" James asked his partner. Sirius just shrugged and looked helplessly at his husband and back down to the baby in his arms.

The others in the room just laughed.

As the memory ended Sirius felt his head spin. Nothing was matching up, James and Lily were Harry's parents. Snape hadn't been anywhere near the two when Harry was born. Remus was not with Alice and Frank Longbottom!

Sirius pushed the pensieve away and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. His head was pounding and his stomach rolled, the confusion eating away at him. Nothing made sense anymore. 'No, stop,' Sirius pushed himself to look at everything logically. In one set of memories he and James were best friend and he was Harry's godfather. In the second set, he and James were married and had at least three children. The warmth from before welled up inside of him when he thought of he and James being together. When he thought about having a family with James. Sirius knew which set of memories were correct. Someone had stolen his family from him. He wasn't sure how or why, everything was still too fuzzy but he would find them and they would pay, or he wasn't Sirius Black.

The next morning Sirius awoke slowly, his head felt as if it were stuffed full of cotton and his eyes burned from the late night. Unwillingly he thought back to what he had gotten done the night before. After the first memory he remembered diving into three more before it became too much and he had to stop. Sirius had learned a lot last night and even more now that they memories had a chance to settle and merge where they could. He was now sure that he and James had been together since 5th year and had three wonderful little boys. A set of twins and his baby Harry. The names of his twins escaped him but he could easily picture their little faces.

Messy black hair, James' nose, his chin, and James' hazel eyes. His chest hurt when he even thought about his twin boys, and his baby, a perfect blend of him and his husband, but with Sirius' gray eyes. There was nothing he wanted more than to have his family back with him. His children and his husband by his side. Lord Black had to wipe angrily at his eyes to keep the tears at bay, there wasn't time for that now.

All in all his morning had been busy, aside from the memories Sirius had sent Kreacher after more news of what had happened and he learned that it wasn't just his life that had been messed with. There was no news of any of his friends children, except Neville and his cousins child Draco. Sirius searched the newspapers and records Kreacher brought him and only found record of his godson Neville and his parents attack, he could never find any news about little 'rissa or Lily and Severus's daughter. The real shocker was he couldn't even find record of his nephew anywhere, the only proof that he was even still alive was the Black family tapestry. When he asked Kreacher if he could find the missing Black children the elf just cried and punished himself, leaving another dead end.

As the day creeped along further to midday, Sirius felt himself getting more and more frustrated. He still couldn't remember everything he was supposed too. He still didn't remember how Remus got with Frank and Alice or his own wedding to James. "Kreacher!" He shouted in frustration. The elf appeared in the room with a pop, after the conversation about the children the elf had become infuriatingly helpful in his mission.

"How can Kreacher help, nasty Master?" The elf still didn't respect him, but he was more helpful now it was starting to worry Sirius that the elf had finally cracked for good.

"Did Regulus or I leave anything for you to give us, should something happen?" The more Sirius thought about it, the more it would make sense. His family had been in danger for a long time, and they had to have failsafes somewhere. While he and James weren't Slytherins they hadn't been overly trusting Gryffindors during the war either.

The elf perked up happily when he understood what Sirius had said. "Yes, nasty Master. Kreacher will gets it." The ef popped away before Sirius could ask anything else.

The Gryffindor just sighed and settled himself back into his bed. His stomach rumbled unhappily but the man couldn't feel the urge to do anything about it. Hunger had been a constant companion in Azkaban and while the elf was being more helpful he didn't trust the beast not to poison him. Before he could ponder his hunger for too much longer the house elf popped back in the room clutching an envelope in his wrinkled hands.

"Master Regulus left it here. Tolds Kreacher when his nasty traitor brother asked for it to give it to hims." Kreacher said nervously holding the envelope over. Sirius took it gently and his eyes widened, on the front, written in his brother neat scrawl was his name, written in the secret language they had created when they were just children. Quickly unsealing it he unfolded the letter, finding that it was too written in their language.

Dear brother,

If you are reading this then it's too late for me. I've left the letter with Kreature, knowing that it must be dire for you to approach him. I'm writing this letter two months after the birth of my son.

Sirius would see where the writing had gotten shaky and in a few pages smudged.

I only regret what I am about to do because Kingsley doesn't know what I have planned and I feel so horrible for not letting him know, but it's for the best. For Pyxis. For Kingsley. For all of us. I discovered something Sirius, something horrible. So horrible I won't risk putting it in this letter in case it gets found you find it. Know this, DO NOT TRUST HOGWARTS. It's all I can safely say, please brother listen to me and keep yourself and your family safe. If worst comes to worst, please stay in Grimmauld. The wards will protect you and the others better than anything else. You never paid attention when Father explained it, but I did. The family wards stop anyone with malicious intent toward the Master from entering, they rip away any mental blocks and the house itself will protect any Black children. Please DO NOT LEAVE GRIMMAULD.

I'm begging you brother, stay safe.

The writing seemed to trail off then picked back up, this time shakier.

It's time. Stay safe. Watch for my family for me, please.

Your brother,

Regulus Arcturus Black

Sirius stared down at the letter in shock. The letter made little sense and Sirius wished his little brother was in front of him so he could smack the idiot on the head. It was just like Regulus to rush off without thinking first. Sirius had said many a time, Regulus Black had belonged in Gryffindor. "Kreacher, is there anything else?" The house elf shook his head and Sirius sent him away with the wave of his hand.

Once again alone in his room it all became too much. Sirius felt all the emotion he had been repressing finally rush to the forefront of his mind. Years of being in Azkaban, the pain from the night before. The death of his husband. His missing children. His brother. Sirius Black finally gave in and screamed. He sobbed and thrashed, angry at himself and at the mysterious force that ruined his life and stole his family. "Help me!" he screamed at nothing. For hours he raged until exhaustion got the better of him and he could do no more. "I can't do it alone." Sirius whispered to himself right before he drifted off to a deep sleep.

Two room over, Kreacher listened to his Master's fit all the while wondering how to help the man. While the house elf held no love for Sirius, he did for Regulus, and after learning that his Master Regulus had a son that was out there somewhere he couldn't find them he vowed to help his nasty Master find the child.

It wasn't until the wizard's last words were heard, only by the house elf's who popped in to check on the man, when he started to drift off did Kreacher get an idea. Nasty Master couldn't save Master Regulus' son by himself. He wanted help. It only took a moment for the house elf to make up his mind. He was getting help for Nasty Master whether he liked it or not.

Pairings: James Potter/Sirius Black, Alice Longbottom/Frank Longbottom/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Lily Evans/Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black.