A/N: Yes, I've started another fic that will most likely not get finished. Oh well. Please review, I love reviews! I live for reviews! Please? Pleeeeeeaaassse? Oh yeah, the Harry Potter movie was awesome. They left out a lot (what, no Peeves?!) but I already knew about almost all of it as I am a Harry Potter freaky-o-deaky. Daniel Radcliffe is so adorable! I'm gonna marry him! Nobody take him, he's mine! Anybody know his e-mail addy? Anyhoozles, just read this fic, in which Harry Potter's whole world is turned upside down by a twist of fate that could be considered a miracle. Read, review, and enjoy! There will be more!

Consider it a Miracle

Chapter one: Sirius is Coming to Town

Rose Simmons, a vivacious woman of about 35, sat at her desk, trying to stifle a yawn as her boss droned on about leaving the computers turned on overnight and wasting electricity or something of that sort. The resident of a small Massachusetts town, Rose could have cared less. She was too busy daydreaming about the bigger things she could be doing, or things she might have done before losing her memory.

You see, Rose Simmons had aimlessly wandered into the town's soup kitchen 14 years ago with absolutely no idea whatsoever who or where she was. Clearly seeing she wasn't in her right mind, the volunteers contacted a doctor. Fourteen years of counseling had finally gotten Rose back on her feet with a new identity and helped her recover anything she could of her old one, which wasn't much, but at least it left her free to daydream.

The office where she worked was a small publishing company, and she herself acted as a secretary. But it was a very boring job that required little effort on her part, and often left her unhappy because her naturally inquisitive mind was always caged up. Rose had frequent urges to play practical jokes on her coworkers, but she knew they would not be appreciated. So any grand ideas she had almost always went to waste unless it was April Fool's day, because the only companions she had at home to joke around with were her two cats, James and Harry.

After hearing Mr. Harrison's lecture, Rose soon found it was time to go home. She was always grateful for the little red light that had been rigged up under her desk that went out promptly at six o'clock, when the business closed. She collected her things, making sure that tomorrow's work was already set up (as she was a very organized person), and headed down to the parking lot where her car waited patiently for her.

Miles and miles away, Robbie Dawes was just arriving at work. He was a Las Vegas bartender who worked the afternoon and evening shifts. He didn't work in the bar because he liked to drink or because he liked to watch the showgirls (not that he didn't) but he had chosen this profession because he liked people. They helped him to imagine what his original life may have been like because he too, like Rose, had inexplicably lost his memory 14 years ago and had completely rebuilt his life on shaky foundations.

Robbie was friendly and rather good-looking, replacing the round glasses of his old life with contacts and flattening his constantly messy hair with gel. He had many friends and admirers, but had the constant aching feeling that something was missing. Perhaps it was a special someone or a best friend, but then he reminded himself that if anyone had truly cared about him, they would have searched for him before now. Besides, he was perfectly happy with his new life, even if he did often feel as if a large chunk of himself was missing.

Robbie always felt guilty leaving his dogs at home. He was a great lover of dogs and had a whopping six of them at home, though a condo, as he knew perfectly well, wasn't the best place for a sextuplet large, of energetic animals. He had Sirius his black lab, the star, who was always getting the best treatment next to Lily the Irish Setter, who was the glamour queen. Harry, his golden retriever, was energetic and friendly, but often reserved, as if he were trying to think about things beyond his comprehension. Robbie found it quite funny. Remus was a large husky and Robbie had named him so because he looked quite a bit like a wolf. Finally there was Petey, who Robbie found the most fickle of the group. He had taken Petey in out of sympathy, but often regretted it because of the dog's many health and personality flaws. Pete was a mutt and was always losing fur. In fact, his entire tail was bald. Many people asked Robbie about his reasons for giving the dogs such unusual names. He would normally answer, "They just popped into my head."

Robbie promptly got work serving the many customers that visited this particularly popular bar.

Rose arrived at her house and started to prepare dinner.

Neither had any idea that thousands of miles away, Harry Potter himself was waking up to a large barking sound outside his bedroom window. It was his fifteenth birthday and, as usual, he was certain no one had remembered. He was wrong.

Annoyed by the persistent dog, Harry got up and went to the window, ready to toss a shoe or one of Dudley's old broken toys at the animal.

"Shut up, you mangyoh, it's you, Sirius!" Harry suddenly realized it was his godfather barking up at him from down below. "What're you doing here?" Harry suddenly hissed, realizing that something must be wrong if Sirius was here on Privet Drive in immense danger of getting caught.

Harry watched Sirius change from a large, shaggy black dog back into a man. He noticed that Sirius had cut his hair, shaved, and washed up a bit. He looked much healthier than he normally did, but he was still very thin and tired-looking. Sirius smiled and it appeared to intensely lighten up his face.

"Happy Birthday!" he shouted brightly.

"Shut up, you idiot, someone'll hear you!" Harry whispered.

"Is that any way to greet your godfather?" Sirius laughed.

"It is when he's an escaped convict wanted by the Ministry of Magic and the muggle police. Have you forgotten that?"

Sirius shrugged. "Are the muggles awake?"

"Yeah," said Harry. "I'm not allowed out, they're expecting company later today."

"Perfect," said Sirius mischievously, rubbing his hands together with glee.

"What're are you going to do?" asked Harry suspiciously.

"You'll see," said Sirius.

"You know, this sure is a great birthday present, having you get caught by the muggle police."

"Oh shut up, I'm not getting caught by anyone," Sirius answered confidently.

"Who are you talking to, boy?" came the angry, rumbling voice of Uncle Vernon from downstairs.

"No one!" Harry yelled down quickly, perhaps a little too quickly. But before he could even turn back to the window to argue with his godfather, he heard the doorbell ring. "What does he think he's doing?" Harry asked himself quietly as he rushed out of his room and down to the landing of the stairs to watch, horrified, as his Aunt Petunia opened the door to reveal Sirius.

Petunia emitted a little gasp of surprise at the appearance of Sirius' tattered robes, but composed herself and asked in her high, tight voice, "May I help you, sir?"

Sirius put on his most menacing voice; Harry thought he sounded as gruff as he did when he had first met him. "I want to see Harry Potter."

Harry heard Petunia whimper slightly this time. "Th-there is n-no Harry P-potter here," she stuttered.

"Oh, but I believe there is," said Sirius, grinning in a mad sort of way.

Harry heard his uncle's voice from the kitchen. It seemed to be drawing nearer. "Who's that Petunia? Not another salesman, I hope. Send him off, will you?"

"Um," said Petunia, staring up, bewildered at Sirius, who was quite tall.

Now Uncle Vernon was in the doorway, Dudley waddling close behind him.

"What's all this, now?" Vernon said, nudging his wife aside. "Who are you?"

"I want to see Harry Potter," Sirius said forcefully.

"THERE IS NO HARRY POTTER HERE!" Vernon shouted, slamming the door in Sirius' face. He promptly began locking the door; first the chain, then the numerous little locks he had put on since Harry had first come home from Hogwarts. Just as Vernon turned around to yell at Harry, however, the door began to violently shake. Each lock undid itself one by one and the chain snapped clean in half. Finally, the door itself flew open and a very angry-looking Sirius stepped inside, though Harry knew he was only feigning the whole act.

"Hullo, Sirius," Harry said, smiling. The whole thing was quite funny. He jumped down the stairs and shook Sirius' hand. "Uncle Vernon, meet Sirius Black, my godfather," Harry announced cheerfully.

"I'll be taking Harry for the day, if you don't mind. It's his birthday today, but I'm sure you already knew that," said Sirius with a wink. Uncle Vernon was speechless.

It was actually a surprise when the next person to speak was Dudley. "I know you," he said, pointing a finger the size of a sausage at Sirius. "You're that escaped criminal they showed on the news!" Everyone stared at Dudley; this memory was quite an achievement for someone who was usually so stupid.

"That I am," said Sirius proudly, puffing out his chest. "Now I'll just be taking Harry now. I'll have him back by ten. Oh yes, and don't even think about calling the police because I can see everything you do, Dursley." Sirius pointed a bony finger into Vernon's fat chest. "I'm warning you now."

And with that, Sirius took Harry by the shoulders and steered him out the door, which was promptly slammed by Uncle Vernon.

"Can you really do that?" asked Harry, amazed. "Watch everything he does?"

"Of course not," said Sirius. "But I did cut the phone line."

Harry grinned up at his godfather. "So where are we off to?"

"You'll see. Now, have you ever apparated?"

"Of course not. We're not allowed until we've graduated."

"No, I mean with another person," Sirius explained.

"I didn't know it could be done," said Harry, confused.

"OK, come with me. We have to do it behind a tree or something so the muggles won't suspect anything. It looks rather odd when two people just disappear into thin air."

Harry and Sirius stepped behind a young maple tree by the side of the house.

"Now, I know you're not a little kid or anything, but you'll have to hold my hand. Just hold on as tight as you can and don't let go. Remember, whatever you do, do not let go," Sirius explained.

"Just don't get me splinched, okay?" said Harry, a bit nervously, as he grasped Sirius' bony hand.

"One" Sirius started the countdown. "Two.three!"

Harry felt something clench in his stomach then was hit with a sudden blast of air. It was all over within about two seconds, though to Harry it seemed much longer. Realizing he had closed his eyes, he opened them and read the street sign just to his right: Godric's Hollow.