The same cliché Sirius raises Harry story with a twist.
Sorry about any spelling or grammatical errors my, I, key doesn't work so I have to copy and paste them all in plus I'm dyslexic so be genital. I really would prefer it if nobody reviewed my work ether this is something I'm dong for fun and I don't need to be flamed for any thing. And no I don't know what the title means in English it's the title of an eastern European gypsy folk song that I find to be rather beautiful.
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Ch. 1
Sirius franticly landed his flying motorcycle in front of the burnt out shell that used to be his best friends home and fell to his knees.
"Damn you Peter! How could you?" he said to no one in particular the he herd something. A baby crying. "Harry?" he said as he got up and ran towards to direction of where the sound was coming from. He dug through the debris and finally found the screaming infant. He conjured a clean cloth to wipe up the blood on his fore head.
Just then Hagrid showed up "Sirius Dumbledore said I was to take 'arry to 'im he's gonna put him with his relatives"
"No, I'm his godfather Lily and James wanted me to take him if any thing happened. I promised them I would."
"I'm not about to let lil' 'arry go off with deatheater scum like you! You sold them out!" Aurors started to appear and circle him.
"Sirius Black you are under arrest for deatheater activity and murder which automatically gets you a life sentence to Azkaban with out trial." One of them said.
"I wasn't their secret keeper Peter Pettigrew was" Sirius insisted but by the looks of it none of them believed him.
"Peter is dead Mr. Black him and his entire block was destroyed five minuets ago in and explosion we believe you are responsible for."
Sirius couldn't believe it that rat bastard faked his own death. He had to have the coward. So he did the only thing he could think of apparate to some where, any where, where he and Harry would be safe from the Aurors, the Ministry, Voldemort every body.