So this is the first chapter of this story, I'm hoping to make this a long story. I'm planning on making this into a Drarry ship as well as focusing on getting Harry out of the Dursley's home. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter I'm just playing with J.K. Rowling

"Harry, Harry get the door."

Harry opened the door to find his uncle Vernon red-faced and soaked from the rain carrying three large suitcases. Vernon pushed the suitcases into Harry's arms knocking him over.

"Get up boy." Marge said following Vernon in the door and closing a soaking umbrella. "And take those up to my room." She snapped tossing the umbrella on top of Harry effectively drenching the only ice shirt the Dursley's would let him have out of his trunk. Marge is only here for a week, why does she need all this stuff. Harry didn't dare speak his mind, his bruises were still healing from the last time he had said something under his breath

Harry came down the stairs to hear Marge and uncle Vernon laughing loudly from the kitchen. Maybe I don't have to go in there. Harry started to sneak back up the stairs when they creaked. Please…

"Boy! Get in here." Vernon's voice came booming. Harry walked as slowly as he could. "BOY!" Vernon opened the door glaring at Harry. "What is taking so long?"

"Sorry uncle Vernon." Harry said hurrying past his uncle into the crowded kitchen.

"Finish cooking the food, boy." Petunia said, pushing Harry towards the stove. Dudley sniggered at Harry, who wasn't usually forced to cook as Vernon didn't trust him to not poison then. Tonight, however, the Dursleys wanted to spend the evening enjoying their time with Marge. "Don't burn anything," Petunia threatened.

"Yes aunt Petunia." Harry took the pan and spatula from her and flipped the sausage. The dursleys were now Laughing, Harry assumed it was at his experience as it usually was when Marge came to visit.

"Bad blood, you see it all the times in dogs, if there is something wrong with the bitch there is something wrong with the pup." Marge was going on about Harry's parents as she usually did. This bitch needs to shut up before I make her. I didn't have an option before but this time I have magic on my side. "Father being a drunk it's surprising the boy turned out the way…"

"Shut up!" Harry had it he wasn't going to stand there and let this bitch bad mouth his parents, "Shut up. My father wasn't a drunk, he was a better person than any of you are, or ever will be."

"Boy, you watch that mouth of yours!" Vernon was now standing and turning purple again.

"Vernon, I'm sure the boy didn't mean that, he isn't quite right." Marge commented not even looking up at him. "Boy, you best calm yourself before my brother loses his cool." Vernon looked at Marge and his face returned part way to normal.

"I think it's time you went to your cupboard, boy." Vernon said, turning back to Harry. I'll leave and I'll leave the kitchen but I'm not going to that blasted cupboard. Harry stalked out of the room and headed up the stairs hearing the Dursleys laugh loudly, again. Ahhh… I can't deal with them much longer. Harry got to his room, fuming and not paying attention to the giant black dog sitting on his bed staring at him. Harry absentmindedly went to Hedwig's cage, opened it to stroke her, she hooted and nipped at his finger.

"What the… Hedwig?" Harry rubbed his finger, then stopped, noticing heavy breathing from behind him. He turned to see the large black dog transform into a man. He looked hollow, weak, and tired. "Who the hell are you? And why are you in my room?" Harry asked. I wish I had my wand. "If my aunt and uncle find you up here they'll call the police." Harry said Not that that bumbling idiot can get anything done.

"Harry," the man spoke softly, silencing Harry's thoughts. "Harry, you obviously don't remember me, though I've changed a lot since we last saw each other, then again why would you remember me." THe man had started out looking harry in the face but had slowly stared off into the middle distance. This guy is off his rocker. "Sorry , why I'm' here, you are probably wondering. I knew your parents, your father was my best friend." He took a piece of parchment and a picture out of the only not ripped pocket of his tattered jacket and held them out to Harry.

"What's that?" Harry said watching the man but did not take them. "Who are you?"

"No more questions" Harr shielded his face, those words were usually followed by the back of a hand when any of the Dursleys said them. "Ah, yes that. Hre please read the note it is from your mother to me before she was killed." he pushed the paper and picture toward Harry again. Ah the picture is moving, it's a wizards picture. Who is he? Harry stepped forward and took the items.

Sirius,

Harry loves the toy broom you got him for christmas he loves riding it around the living room. James says he is going to be a seeker just like his old man. I have a favor to ask of you, as you know my sister is a muggle, I fear that if something happens to James and I Dumbles will send Harry to live with them. Please, Padfoot, I cannot bear the thought of Harry being treated the way I was or worse by my sister and her family.

Thank you Padfoot,

Lilly Potter

"How do I know this is real?" Harry questioned rereading the note. If this is really from my mum then this man must be Sirius, but if it isn't why is he here? Why would he have this note? By any means if he wants to get me out of this awful place that … oh what did mother call him … Dumbles put me.

"Excellent question, the picture in your hand is of your parents, Wormtail, Moony, and myself. We were all friends through our Hogwarts days and in our adult days. See there your mum is just beginning to show with you." Harry had been staring, transfixed at the picture and hadn't noticed the man get up off his bed to come stand next to him looking over his shoulder at the picture. "I know that doesn't prove that not is from your mum but it does prove I knew them."

Harry looked up at the man, he could see similarities between him and the man standing behind his father's left shoulder in the photo but the man before him looked much older and weaker than the man in the photo. "So you're Sirius, if my mother asked you to do this before she died then what took you so long to come and get me? And how did you know where to find me, my mother didn't send and address in the letter?"

"BOY!" Vernon's voice came booming up the stairs and they could hear his heavy steps coming up the stairs.

"I will answer all of your questions, I promise." with this final word he jumped out of the window and transformed back into a dog halfway to the ground. Harry sat on the bed and tucked the note and picture into his pillow case before the door burst open.

"Boy." Vernon stalked i and grabbed Harry by the collar and threw him through the door. "You'll do well to watch your tongue at dinner, Marge will not tolerate any rudeness again" At the top of the stairs Vernon pushed Harry so he fell down the stairs. Dudley, who was standing in the door to the kitchen laughed and returned to tell the others that Harry tripped.

Harry awoke on the last day of Marge's stay to a tapping at his window, it was an owl holding a letter addressed to "foal" this was the affectionate nickname Sirius had given him since he told Harry that his father's animagus was a stag. Sirius had explained over the last week that he had been in Azkaban for the last 12 years and how he had escaped, this letter would answer Harry's most recent questions about the marauder's map he had connected the names Sirius had mentioned that first night.

Foal,

Yes , your father and, our friends, and I did make that map. We imbued it with magic and our knowledge of the castle from our nightly wanderings. As for getting you out of there my plan is in place just remember whatever you hear about me, I'm here for you, foal, and I'm not the person they say I am.

Suffles

P.S. Make sure not to leave anything at the Dursley's you won't be returning there.

Over the course of the day Harry kept his head low, he didn't need to be incapacitated when Padfoot's plan came to be. The Dursleys had plans to go into town for a fancy dinner to say goodby to marge. "Boy!" Vernon was standing at the door to Harry's room. What does he want now? "We are going into town, I don't want you to cause any trouble while we are away, I'm going to lock you in here." Perfect. "Understand?" Harry nodded and returned to the ote he had hidden inside a book. "Alright, if that is one of Dudley's books you better not damage it." Books were one of the few things of Dudley's the Dursleys would let him use as Dudley had no desire in reading them. Vernon closed the door. Harry heard the click of the lock. A few moments later he heard the slam of the car doors and the car rolling on the drive. Harry went to his door and picked the lock, he had figured out how to do this when he lived in the cupboard so that e could sneak out and play on Dudley's computer, watch the telly, or get something to eat. Tonight, however he had different motives, tonight he was getting out of this hole. He went to the garden door and was delighted to find a big black dog waiting for him. Sirius came in.

"Well is all your stuff ready?" Sirius asked. Harry held up his small rucksack. "Is that everything? Of course it isn't everything, why would it be everything. Harry has more stuff than that…. Did he do an extension charm on it? Oh dear, no that can't be it he hasn't learned that yet, and he doesn't have his wand…" Sirius was muttering to himself and looking through Petunia's cabinets.

"Umm Padfoot, this is all my stuff. My trunk and all my magic stuff is stuff is in the cupboard, I can't pick a combination lock so I can't get it. I'll just have to make do with this stuff." Harry knew he wouldn't survive in the wizarding world long without his wand but what could he do.

"Nonsense, I'll get it." As long as this wand works for me. I'm not sure it will. Mabe though." Sirius mumbled as he walked into the hallway.

"Wand? You have a wand? I thought yours was confiscated." Harry inquired as Sirius held the wand toward the cupboard.

"Oh yes, I have a wand, it's not a perfect wand, but my brother and I are on the same side. 'Where', I should say were. Kreature, my house elf, but you knew that. I told you that, yes I'm sure I did, he saved it when my brother died. So that is the wand I have. Yup this wand.' Sirius pulled out a wand from the waistband of his holey, loose fitting pants, pointed it at the lock and opened it. Harry pulled the door open and grabbed his trunk, opened it to make sure everything was still in there. When he had confirmed everything was in it and pulled out his wand, placing it in his jacket pocket, he looked up to see Sirius staring at a lightbulb in the fixture on the wall.

"Erm, maybe we should get you some different clothes." Harry said pulling out a pair of jeans and a belt from his bag. "Here, these will work for now." Sirius looked at Harry, his eyes unfocused.

"Clothes?" Sirius' eyes cleared, "Ah yes. Thank you." Sirius took the clothes Harry offered and changed. When Harry handed him a jacket, Sirius refused, "No, no, I'll keep this one, I like this one." And he slipped the tattered jacket and put the wand back into the non-ripped pocket.

"Alright, off we go." Sirius picked up the trunk and started toward the door. "Don't you have an owl? I was sure you had…"

"Hedwig is hunting, she'll find me wherever we end up." Harry cut Sirius' rambling, picked up his rucksack and lead Sirius to the door. Outside the house Harry looked up and down the street. "Erm, how exactly are we getting out of here?" I'm not so sure Sirius is all there, if he doesn't have a way out of here I'll be hard pressed to get all this stuff put away before the Dursleys get back.

"I told you, I have a plan. Don't be afraid, everything will work out." He held out his wand. "Harry, go to the Leaky Cauldron. Fudge is there, I know he isn't on my side but he will keep you safe since I have no place for you to stay, this will get you away from the Dursley's for the summer, I'll figure something else out for next summer. Tell Fudge that you heard I had escaped, and that you feared that I might come looking for you as you have heard about me before from others at school." A loud horn went off down the street. "Remember, I care for you, foal." With that he turned into a dog and ran of down the alley behind them.

"What?" Harry stared after Sirius. Then a large, three story, purple bus appeared in front of him. What the…"

"Hello, welcome to the Knight Bus. My name is Stan Shunpike. I'll be your conductor this evening." Stan looked down to see Harry. "Well come on then, let's not just stand there gaping." He hopped down and grabbed Harry's trunk Harry tried to help "Nope, I got this, you get in." Harry boarded the bus I wonder where Sirius ran off to. I guess this is how he intended me to get to the Leaky Cauldron. Once the trunk was loaded, the bus took off at a breakneck speed. Harry was pushed back onto a bed. The bus was full of beds rather than seats and there was a large chandelier in the middle of the bus. "So where you headed?"

"The Leaky Cauldron." Harry said, hoping they wouldn't ask his name though he had a plan if they did.

"The Leaky CAuldron, Erny." Stan said and returned to his Daily Prophet. There was a picture of Sirius on the front with the title 'Escaped from Azkaban, Extremely Dangerous' Sirius isn't dangerous, but it wouldn't be bad to find out more about what the wizarding world thinks of my godfather.

"Thats Sirius Black right? I've heard a little about him on the muggle news, but what'd he do to wind up in Azkaban for so long" Harry asked.

"Him, 'e killed thirteen people didn' he. Big supporter of you-know-who." Stan said, "What you say yer name is?"

"Nevil, Nevil Longbottom," Harry was sure Nevil's name was safe to use. His gran would never let him near something this … this dangerous. The bus came to an abrupt stop. "Ah, what the…"

"Knockturn alley." Stan said as a small Witch came clambering down the stairs at the back of the bus, tossed a couple of knuts at Stan and hopped off. "Next stop the Leaky Cauldron." And the bus took off again Bloody hell, I'm glad I don't have to be on this much longer A few minutes later the bus stopped again. "Leaky Cauldron, that'll be six knuts." Harry pulled the money out and handed it to stan, grabbed his trunk and stepped off. As soon as Harry was clear the bus took off and vanished.

"Harry!" Tom the innkeeper was standing at the door, "What are you doing here? Tom walked over to Harry and took his trunk. "Come we'll get you a room, shall we? The minister is here …"

"Yes I know, I need to speak with him." Harry cut Tom off.