Alright, this is my first attempt at posting a fanfic. So far, my plan for it involves two parts. The first will be mostly centered in the Harry Potter universe with Crowley's presence the only real involvement with the Supernatural universe. The focus will shift more onto the SPN universe in part two. This first chapter posting is mostly to get a sense for people's opinions of my work. If you all think it is any good, please tell me. If you notice an error that my beta, apentotheheadandimdead who is found on AO3, or I missed, excepting any canon picking, please feel free to point it out in a constructive way so I can fix it. Flamers beware, though; I have it set to allow me to delete reviews within 36 hours of their posting. While I'm not opposed to constructive criticism, flames will not be tolerated. Also, I'm not going to hold chapters for ransom in exchange for reviews, I hate it when authors do that, but I'll be posting on a very spotty schedule in the beginning. This is because I only have a few chapters written as of now, but once I build up more of a lead on chapters, I will hopefully post more frequently. That said; please enjoy this story, brought to you by Ovaltine. Just kidding, please don't sue me.

Chapter 1- The Escape

Cornelius Fudge was frantic. The sensors monitoring the prison cells in Azkaban had detected a missing prisoner. Aurors were rushing back and forth throughout the Ministry as alarms blared and clerks were anxiously cross-referencing past prison logs with the morning's inspection sheet to determine who was absent. Suddenly, his secretary poked her head through the door and announced, "Minister Fudge, the Warden from Azkaban is here."

"Ah, yes, send him in right away," the portly politician replied. Seeing his secretary about to leave, he quickly added, "and we are not to be disturbed!"

The Warden was quickly ushered into the Minister's office. Despite the circumstances, his face remained blank. Eyes staring straight ahead with shallow cheeks and a sharp jawline, it was clear that his time serving as Azkaban's Warden had taken its toll on the man. Minister Fudge shivered imperceptibly at the sight of him.

He took a seat in one of the cushy armchairs in the office and heaved a great sigh before tilting his head down, as if trying to compose himself before speaking. The Warden raised his head.

"Minister Fudge, sir, we've identified the missing prisoner. Prisoner 24601, Sirius Black, escaped from Azkaban last night, 14th July, 1992. Based on reports from the Dementors leading up to his escape, he will most likely be looking for Harry Potter. This information was determined from Black's habit of muttering in his sleep about the boy in question," the Warden finished.

"Sirius Black," Minister Fudge questioned, "you're sure?"

"Yes Minister."

Cornelius Fudge seemed to deflate. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped first his sweating brow, then his quickly reddening face. This was a complete disaster. Not even two years into his tenure as Minister for Magic and he had the first recorded instance of an escape from Azkaban on his hands. The person rumored to be You-Know-Who's right-hand man, no less! There was much that had to be done if they were to catch Black. He would have to contact Dumbledore and look into what was wrong with the Dementors if Black managed to escape on their watch.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was a man who had seen and done many things, both great and terrible. He had lived through and led the fight against two ascendant Dark Lords, was responsible for molding the minds of the young witches and wizards of Great Britain, and served as head of the International Confederation of Wizards. On the other hand, he had conspired with Grindlewald in his youth until they split apart after Ariana's death and failed to prevent Tom Riddle's rise to power. Of course, his greatest regret involved Lily and James Potter and their son, Harry. When the war was at its peak, the Order knew there was a traitor amongst them. James and Lily began to suspect Remus Lupin, while Albus himself suspected Peter Pettigrew. Of course it was only after that tragic Halloween that the real traitor revealed himself, Sirius Black.

When Albus learned that Sirius Black had escaped, and that he was possibly after Harry Potter, the aging Headmaster lost no time in reactivating the Order of the Phoenix. He sent Fawkes with a message to all of the old guard and personally visited the Burrow to see about getting Molly and Arthur to attend that night's meeting. As parents of one of Harry's best friends, their input would be invaluable.

Stepping out of the fireplace, Albus was quickly greeted by a nervously excited Molly Weasley.

"Oh, Albus, thank goodness you're here! Arthur's just floo-called from work," she explained. "Is it true? Did Sirius Black really escape from Azkaban?"

"Yes, Molly, however much we may wish otherwise, Sirius Black has managed to break out of Azkaban," the aging professor replied.

"Oh how horrible!" she exclaimed. "I hoped the children wouldn't have to grow up with the same concerns as us." Mrs. Weasley was now close to tears as she wiped at her face with the hem of her shirt.

Seeing her distress, Dumbledore reached out a hand and clasped her shoulder. Guiding her over to a chair in the kitchen, he bade her take a seat as he busied himself making tea. He worked in silence and, when the tea was ready, sat down next to Mrs. Weasley.

"Molly," he began after the Weasley matriarch had finished her tea and was somewhat calmed, "it is not as bad as you may think. As we speak, Fawkes is delivering a message to members of the Order of the Phoenix. We are meeting in my office at Hogwarts this evening to discuss plans to search for Black and to protect Harry. I would like it if you and Arthur were able to attend the meeting as well."

"Why would Harry need us to protect him?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

Albus sighed before answering, "As you know, Black is rumored to have been Voldemort's second in command. What you don't know is that he was also Harry's godfather. It is likely that he will try to contact Mr. Potter, either to avenge his fallen master or to turn him to his side."

"Oh, Harry, the poor dear," this time the mother of seven really did cry. She may have only met him once, but she still worried about him. "Do you think he's alright, Albus? Ron has been trying to write to Harry all summer and so far he hasn't received a single reply!"

At hearing this, Dumbledore's eyes widened slightly. He had not thought that Harry would turn his back on a friend. Perhaps the Dursleys had taken Hagrid's warning to heart last summer and Harry was simply too busy catching up with his family. Yes, that was most likely what was happening here. Albus was glad to hear that Harry's family was finally beginning to accept him. The young man had known too much hardship in his short life as it was. Seeing that Molly was now nearing hysterics, he decided to say something.

"Molly, I do not believe that Mr. Potter is in any immediate danger from Sirius Black. He is probably just enjoying his time with his family."

"Of course, you're probably right, Headmaster. I'll just let Ronald know that his friend is probably spending time with his family. He'll be sure to understand when I explain it to him."

"Excellent! I will see you and Arthur tonight at six o'clock. I will leave you to your housework now. Good day!" And with that, Albus Dumbledore walked into the fire place and shouted, "Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" then promptly disappeared in a swirl of flames.

Just keep swimming. Don't stop. If you stop, you die. He was so tired. And hungry. And cold, the fact that he was currently swimming through the North Sea certainly didn't help matters. But, most of all, he just wanted to see Harry. That, more than anything, even the desire for freedom, was what drove him on even in his emaciated state. He never should have gone after Peter. He placed avenging James and Lily over his own duty as Harry's godfather. If Lily were alive, she would have torn strips from his hide.

At last, after several hours of swimming through frigid water and no less than three muscle cramps, escaped prisoner Sirius Black made landfall on a rocky beach in the Orkneys where he promptly lost consciousness only to be awakened by a particularly forceful wave crashing over his face. The overall dampness and cold only served to briefly remind him of his claustrophobic prison cell before he felt the sun on his skin. Opening his eyes, Sirius was initially delighted to find that his bid for freedom had succeeded until he remembered why he had escaped in the first place.

His time in Azkaban had not been pleasant. While the Dementors did not drive him insane like some of the other inmates, they did force him to relive his worst memories. He was forced to review, over and over, moments he had tried all his life to forget: The time when he was six years old and had asked his mother why she hated the Muggles, he had not known there were so many ways one could punish a child with common household spells until his mother hexed one of his sweaters to strangle him. Or the months following the incident in their sixth year at Hogwarts when he had almost gotten Snivellous killed -Merlin were the others mad at him!

Those memories were both minor irritants compared to the Dementors' favorite memory, the night James and Lily died. That one was replayed most frequently. One day, some months before his escape, something snapped into place and he realized that Dumbledore had most likely taken little Harry to Lily's Muggle sister and her manaphobic husband. And so he began developing a plan to escape and the rest, as they say, is history. Taking the wand he managed to lift off of a careless guard, Sirius Black disapparated with a loud cracking sound.

He reappeared in a dark alley just a little ways away from the Leaky Cauldron and immediately transformed into Padfoot. He could not risk someone going in or out of the dingy pub recognizing him, but he had to get into Diagon Alley so he could catch up on the news. Seeing a contingent of poorly disguised Aurors entering the pub, Sirius moved deeper into the dark alley. Sometime after the Aurors disappeared, when the sun was starting to set, he decided to make his move. He marked a small magical family entering the pub and put on his best 'help me, I'm lost' face. When they saw him, they shrank away before the little girl started fawning over him.

"Mummy, Daddy, look at the cute little puppy! Can't we take it with us," she begged.

Seeing their four year old child approach a strange, large dog sent a thrill of panic through her parents. "Suzy, darling," began the mother, "why don't you step away from that dog? We don't know where he's been!"

Sirius licked the little girl's, now identified as Suzy, hand before rolling over on his back and whining to match Suzy's pleading face. The father began to crack first.

"Norma, love," he said, "let's take the dog with us. He seems harmless enough and we're going to Diagon Alley anyway. We can get him checked out and buy all of his gear at the Magical Menagerie while we're there."

Faced with the irresistible puppy dog eyes, from both the dog and her daughter, and her husband's logic, Norma decided to give in to their pleas. "Alright, Robert, we can take him with us. Suzy, I know you're excited but I don't want you playing with the dog until we can get him checked out for any diseases, okay?"

"Okay, Mummy," the little girl shouted, "thank you so much!"

Finally, Sirius thought to himself as he followed the family of three into the pub, things were actually beginning to go his way for the first time in almost eleven years.