***new story! I'm excited to write this one, I got the idea from my sister. Credit to her. Grammar is bad yeah I know, I struggle with it. Hope you enjoy R&R!

!Harry Potter and all things recognizable belongs to JK Rowling!***

Harry sat on his bed in Dudley's old room, he was troubled time and time again with the Dark Lord's return. He hadn't truely come to terms with this current event. He often stayed holed up in his room, he felt safer in that space than anywhere in Little Whinging. Harry only retreated to the lower level of the house when it was absolutely necessary. His Aunt, surprisingly enough, understood his complications better than the entire household. Uncle Vernon and Dudley still cared for Harry as if he were a psycho, not only that, but they had begun to physically abuse the boy once more. Harry looked over at Hedwig, she was frantic. Hedwig hadn't been out in a month, she was always like this whenever she couldn't deliver letters. Harry sighed, he knew he could always talk to Sirius if he desperately needed to. Voldemort's return had spiked the search for his godfather, the Ministry has been convinced that Sirius aided in the return of the most powerful dark wizard. Sirius had to flee from his original home, he's moved to a secret location only known by Dumbledore and a few close companions. Harry was only permitted to talk to him if it was significant and important, Harry thought long and hard about what he should say to Sirius, if anything. He grabbed parchment and a quill and began to write his letter, Harry stopped several time questioning his reasoning for even bothering to write a note to his godfather. Each time, however, he returned back to writing on the paper.

DEAR SIRIUS,

I'VE CONSIDERED YOUR REQUEST TO COME AND LIVE WITH YOU, I KNOW THINGS HAVE YET TO CLEAR UP, BUT I AM IN DESPERATE NEED OF A PLACE TO STAY FOR THE REST OF THE SUMMER. RON IS AWAY IN ROMANIA AND HERMIONE IS ON VACATION IN PARIS, THE DURSLEY'S ARE GETTING WORSE AND I NEED SOMEWHERE TO GO.

HARRY

Harry examined the note before closing it up in an envelope and writing SIRIUS BLACK. He opened Hedwig's cage and the annoyed bird flew out grasping the letter in her beak tightly, Harry opened the window and Hedwig rushed out. Harry sighed and waited for his uncle's shouts to come reverberating up the stairs. Surprisingly nothing came from below, Harry thought it odd that his Uncle hadn't said anything about Hedwig and her behavior lately, because he clearly has a strong disliking for his owl. Harry spent most of his time rereading articles in the Daily Prophet, most of the passeges relayed intriguing interpretations of how the Dark Lord returned. "Harry Potter praises the return of his enemy" by Rita Skeeter; "Potter quick to hide from the Dark Lord" by Harold Parkin "Diggory Dead, who's to blame?" by Regus Denforn; "Could the Dark Lord have been killed upon his return?" by Barnaby Winthers. Harry thought these articles were a hoax, he knew what happened in that graveyard and that was all that mattered. Harry glanced out the window and searched the streets of Privite Drive, nothing. He heard, however, several knocks from the door down the stairs.

"Boy! Answer the door!" Uncle Vernon's voice came up the stairs.

Harry rolled his eyes and retreated down to the lower floor, Harry opened his eyes so wide he thought they'd fall out. There were no less than 30 reporters standing outside his door. Harry took the opportunity to slam the door in their faces and walk away up the stairs. His aunt and uncle became furious and began yelling frantically at the boy. Once in his room he looked out the window to see the reporters still standing out there. Harry glared at all of them, this was horrible, the house had a protection on it and with all of these reporters someone was bound to notice just who lived in the house. Hedwig flew over them in the distance, so he sat patiently waiting for his owl to deliver the message. She never came in though, a reporter had snatched the letter.

"Bloody hell!" Harry and a reporter shouted.

Harry rushed as quick as possible to the door, it swung open and the Minister of Magic and Hedwig followed. Harry gulped, the expression on the Minister's face was terrifying and Harry just turned away heading as quick as possible to the back door. He stopped dead in his tracks, because surrounding the backyard was an army of Death Eaters. Harry's scar seared in pain as he watched scarlet eyes move along the house until they saw the raven-haired boy. Harry's heart began to race he had to face one of them, each though at the moment were equally terrifying. He glanced over to the Dark Lord, a smirk crossed his face Voldemort glanced over his shoulders and nodded to four Death Eaters. This was bad, Harry thought. He'd seen the Minister with Sirius reply, open and read, but now with the added suspicion about his godfather anything that comes out of this would be negative. Harry took a deep breath, it was nearing six. So he sat on the couch and put his face in his hands, he decided he was just going to wait for something to happen.

"Harry James Potter, I have to arrest you for being associated with a convicted criminal." The Minister was surrounded by several Aurors each closing in around Harry.

At that same moment the other four Death Eaters had begun to close in. Hands clasped Harry's shoulders and forced him to stand, then another set of hands grabbed him. Both began tugging at Harry, it was like a tug of war match and then the fight started. Voldemort still hadn't entered the house, perhaps he knew about the protection charm blocking his entry. Harry broke the hands binding him and jumped over the couch managing to avoid several stun charms and curses. He had to make a choice and fast it would mean arrest or an inevitable death. Harry rushed to his room and grabbed Sirius' letter from the Minister's hands, he was quick to run from the chaos exploding around him. Harry easily avoided several aurors and reporters, taking three stairs at once he quickly ducked into his room and kicked the door shut. Taking deep breaths Harry grabbed his belongings and threw them in his trunk, shouts and footsteps were cornering Harry's room. A POP sounded behind Harry's ear so he spun around to find Sirius standing before him, that instant the door was blown off its hinges to reveal the Minister and several auors.

"Well Harry, time to go." Sirius grabbed Harry and his trunk leaving before being pounced on.

It was rather comforting to have Sirius with him, Harry didn't have to worry about skipping a meal or the daily abuse. He would, however, have to live with his godfather and the news about to spread throughout England. Harry was convinced that Fudge was going to report to the Daily Prophet and send out a warrant for his arrest, it was Fudge afterall, he had come to hate Harry in his own way. Harry looked up at where he was residing currently it was a small apartment building and from its appearance the number twelve was missing. He blinked several times and counted again, Sirius placed his hand on the boy's shoulder and smiled down at the cofused child. A rumbling sound resonated through the air, as the raven-haired boy watched the apartments shift and shake a door and steps appeared leading up to Number Twelve.

"Welcome to Grimwald Place, its my home and where the Oder has currently established Headquarters. Its not much, but its good to have new company." Sirius said walking slowly down the extended hall.

Harry nodded and peaked ahead, to his displeasure he came face-to-face with his potions master, Professor Snape. His narrow, coal-like eyes glared deeply at Harry, but his gaze shifted to Sirius.

"Why can you never listen? That's always been a habbit of yours."

"Because I actually care for family, and have a heart." Sirius sneered at the angered expression on the Professor's face.

Harry poked through the bickering men, managing to stumble onto a rather large Kitchen. He smiled in delight and headed for the stove, unfortunately he was stopped by a small, unfamiliar hand. The boy looked and found a house-elf, he grumbled slightly and asked Harry for his name and business. Harry was taken back, he was curious as to why a house-elf had bothered to ask for such information.

"I am Harry Potter, and I guess I'm a little famished." Harry finished with a weak smile.

"Ah the friend to blood traitors and mudbloods alike. Creature's mistress doesn't want you here, sir." This sir was not a polite gesture, it was used as sarcasm.

"Creature away with you!" Sirius' shout came from the door causing Harry to jump slightly, "Sorry, he's never been a pleasant servant."

"Pity you feel that way, I thoroughly enjoy his negativity." Snape followed up and brushed past Harry into the next room.

Sirius simply glared, but then turned to Harry and motioned for him to take a seat. "We have left overs from dinner, then you can head to bed. Right up the stairs and to your left you'll find two doors it's the second."

Harry nodded, he became curious as to who would be in the first room, but he was to absorbed in the pots of food and pitchers of pumpkin juice placed around him. There was cornbeef and cabbage, chicken pot pie, and small sides all steaming lightly sitting on his plate. The windows had begun to darken and with it Harry's appetite, he slid slowly out of the chair and was about to grab the glass pots when a growl came from behind him. It was the house-elf, Creature, he glared at the boy as if annoyed.

"Creature is out of job if boy does his work!" The house-elf was agitated and felt the boy was trying to have him lose his way of work.

"Sorry, um Creature, who's in the first bedroom upstairs to the left?" Harry asked his curiosity returning.

Creature took a breath and glowered deeply at Harry, "Creature works with cleaning and things, he does not appreciate being questioned about ridiculous notions. It is Master Black's room, sir."

The boy said thanks and kindly handed some of his dishes to Creature, Harry left the room in search of the stairs. Funny, Harry thought he heard several familiar voices in the space directly off the stairs. The voice of Dumbledore, Moody, Lupin, and Sirius echoed in Harry's head. The raven-haired boy gulped, he had a hunch this discussion was dealing with him.

"Harry has to turn himself in, this could be the answer to aiding in proving your innocence, Sirius." Lupin's voice was loud and audible.

"They'll jail him first, then give him trial. He's a boy, he can make these decisions for himself. It'll crush him to be in jail, you do know where they will place him?" It was Sirius coming to his rescue.

"In a high security prison, I know." It was Remus again.

"It's his fault for having contacted you, it's bad enough without adding the Dark Lord's presence. I'll take him in and possibly gain access to him in jail, I can work my magic on Fudge." Mad-eye's voice was confident and persuasive.

Harry shook his head, they were secretly discussing his fate without him. Harry threw the door seperating them open and shouts immediately died as eyes landed on him.

"I don't fancy the idea of going to Azkaban, or turning myself in." Harry added while he had the attention.

"There now he can stay with me." Sirius finished winking at his godson.

"Yes a brilliant idea, a convicted criminal with an outlaw. And Harry it wouldn't be Azkaban, you would be taken to a maximum security fortess type prison. Most likely outside of London." Severus said curtly.

"Enough, everyone I will see to it that everyone is given a fair voice. Now Harry please, head off to bed and get some rest." Dumbledore was always understanding of Harry, so he left the argument and walked up the steps to his quarters.

He wasn't a fan of going to bed in the midst of a conversation, especially one that involved him. Harry eventually dosed off in his bed, the air smelled oily and he awoke several times trying to see if Sirius had come to bed. Harry eventually woke to Mad-eye's face and glass eye, he jumped and rubbed his eyes. Moody grabbed him roughly and made him rise to his feet quickly, pushing him towards the door.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked quickly.

"I made an executive decision to turn you in, lets go!" Mad-eye was fierce.

"Let go! Sir-" Harry's cries were muffled by a cloth and silencing charm.

He struggled and tried his best to fight Moody's stong grip. He was running out of options and they were fast approaching the front door, Harry's breath quickened and his arms ans legs tired. He began to slump heavy against the floor, it was slowing Mad-eye down but not enough. The realization of being imprisoned in a far, distant, maximum security jail was crashing down upon him; he wasn't planning on leaving Sirius, but he couldn't escape and in a few moments he'd be outside then gone.

"Stupify!"

Harry crashed to the ground, the spell had hit Moody right in the chest. Harry glanced up to see Professor Snape smirking at him, he seemed satisfied at his actions not that Harry hadn't appreciated it, rather it had surprised him.

"Almost decided to watched you leave, but we never reached that solution. Your welcome." With that Severus stalked off back down the hall.

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