I was busy working on my novel the other day when I thought of what might have happened if Sirius' Black side came out after having been betrayed by Dumbledore, who knew he wasn't the secret keeper. It will start when Sirius see's Harry at the beginning of the third book and decideds on a different course of action.

This will be a dark Harry story, and a Harry/male pairing. I will also have Sirius and Remus being darker as well.

Warning: This story will contain slash of the male/male type along with foul language and possible male pregnancy. There will be explicit torture scenes so be warned. No one under the age of seventeen.

Disclaimer: The characters are not my own. They belong to the wonderful J K Rowling. I only own the situations that I put them in.

Chapter One

Sirius watched from the bushes across the road as his godson was out in the heat gardening. He had been watching the child since the evening before when he finally arrived, and was disgusted at what he had noticed so far.

The boys "relatives" had been belittling him and had been physically violent towards him several times so far. Poor Hadrian was quite obviously used to the treatment as well, judging by the too small body and submissive behavior, it had been happening for years.

He had been debating since the first glimpse the evening before, what exactly he was going to do about it. He had two options. He could continue on his solitary quest to capture the rat, but that would leave Hadrian in harms way until he was finished, or he could send the clipping to someone else with the information needed to allow them to see the justice done while he took Hadrian away.

He knew that even once his name was cleared Dumbledore would still use everything he had to keep his godson from him. He would have been free to take his godson years ago if the old man had just announced his knowledge that Sirius was innocent, but no, the old man had allowed him to be locked away and from everything he had managed to learn since his escape.

From what he had been able to find out Hadrian had been placed with the horrible muggles almost as soon as Hagrid had taken him that night and had been hidden from the wizarding world until he started first year. According to what he had learned Hadrian knew nothing of his heritage or his status in their world. Dumbledore had managed to hide it the information. Hadrian hung out with people firmly under the old mans thumb and was only an average student, despite his above average power.

In his day of observation Sirius had been able to feel out Hadrian's magic and it felt wrong somehow, bound and weaker than before. It was also Hadrian's magic that was powering the wards around the home, draining him even further.

No, this could not be allowed to continue. He would steal the child away and train him the way he should have been. James would be losing his mind at the condition of his son and heir and Sirius would not allow this dishonor upon his brothers name and legacy. He just needed to wait for dark to take the child but for now he needed to make certain he had a secure place to hide them so that Dumbledore wouldn't be able to find them. Once Hadrian was safe he would take care of getting himself cleared and Pettigrew dead. With that thought he hid deeper into the bushes and popped away to the last place he wanted to be, number twelve Grimmuald Place.

Being the Lord Black, he was able to apparate directly through the wards. He landed in the entry hall causing the portrait of his mother to wake and begin screeching. It carried on for a moment until she caught sight of him and stopped abruptly. Her cold grey eyes, so much like his own, looked him over the same way they had when he was a child, judging him.

He knew how he looked with his long knotted hair, dirty, unkempt body, and filthy worn robes. He would have to groom himself before he went back for his godson, but first he needed to insure that where he was going would be ready for them and he needed to get a letter ready to send once he had Hadrian secured.

He bowed his head slightly, a sign of respect, and watched as the portrait struggled to hide her surprise at the movement. He had stopped showing her any respect when he was thirteen.

"Mother" he spoke softly.

"Sirius, how can this be, you were locked away. How are you here?" the picture questioned.

"I have escaped Azkaban. I am here only for a few moments mother. I need the keys and a few other things to make what I am about to attempt easier. I will be retreating to Russia but I need to have the manor there cleaned, and I need to have access to the accounts." he took a moment to look around and was momentarily shocked at the state of the building.

Narcissa should have kept it up while he was locked away. As the only free Black it was her duty to see to it that all of the Black properties were maintained. She only had to order the house elfs to continue their jobs so he couldn't fathom why the place was in such disrepair. He asked his question to the portrait and his fury grew at the response.

"After my death Narcissa came and took several of the heirlooms to Malfoy Manor as well as ordered the elfs to all go there as well. When I realized what she was doing I managed to get Kreature to bar her from all of the other Black properties before she could spread her poison their as well. She was furious, but she was unable to access them. The other homes should all be in decent condition as the elfs still reside there but this home is alone with no one to care for it as in her retaliation, she killed Kreature. The keys to the vaults and the deeds and other important papers are all hidden in your room, under the floorboards."

Sirius was furious, Narcissa had broken her oath to her line. Before Azkaban he would have laughed it off but he had grown up and lost some of his recklessness. Narcissa had deliberately acted against her line and she would pay dearly for it. He bowed to his mothers portrait and swept through the house and up to his old room. The vault keys and important documents were exactly where he had been told they were and his spare wand was hidden where he had left it years ago. He found the name of the head elf of the villa in Italy and called the little thing to him. It was overjoyed to have its master back and when he informed it to have the villa cleaned and readied for his arrival it cried in happiness. He also instructed the little thing to raise the war wards which would put the thing under fidelus and several other vicious protection wards.

He took the time to shower and change into some clean clothes while he waited for night fall. He cut his hair to the length of his shoulders and dressed in a new set of robes that he had had Dutchess, the elf to fetch for him. By the time the sun had set he had everything in place to take his godson away and never be caught.

He bowed one last time to the portrait of his mother and popped away into the night. With a glamour charm to mask his identity and a bit of transfiguration to make his new robes into a very high class muggle business suit he strode up the walk to the door of number four. After knocking he heard the loud voice of Vernon Dursley yelling.

"Get the door freak, and hurry up."

He had to stop himself from pulling his wand and blasting the door open, but he was just able to. Soon after the door opened to show the small frame of his godson. He grinned at the boy before speaking.

"Hello child. I need to speak with your guardians. Might I come in." he grinned wickedly when the small boy moved out of the way and allowed him to step through, leading the way to the parlor where the overweight Dursley and Petunia sat with what looked like a female version of the man, all drinking brandy.

He hated what he was about to do as it would deffinintly cause trust issues, but it was necessary to his plan. Once they Hadrian had entered the room and he had everyone else in sight he silently stunned his godson. He swept the small, undernourished body into his arms before it could hit the floor and then swiftly stunned the muggles as well. He really wanted to kill them but he didn't have the time to make it creative so he settled for summoning all of Hadrian's belongings.

He was appalled when his school trunk came from a locked cupboard under the stairs but tamped down on his anger as a few more items, including his wand, came from upstairs. A cage with a snowy owl came down the stairs as well causing him to smile. He swiftly used his wand to pack the loose items in the trunk and shrink it.

He pocketed the trunk and let the owl loose, shrinking the cage and pocketing it as well. Once he was ready he grabbed the unconscious boy up into his arms and exited the house with the owl on his shoulder. He had just dropped his glamour and pulled out the portkey when the sound of multiple pops of apparation sounded and several aurors appeared on the street with their wands drawn. He heard the almost collective catch in their breathing when the saw him with the boy knocked out and in his arms before his old mentor, Amelia Bones, stepped forward and spoke.

"Sirius Black, we have been looking for you. I need you to put the child down Sirius, just put him down." she tried in a surprisingly calm tone. He made sure he had a tight grip on the portkey before responding.

"Ah, Madam Bones. You see, I would listen to you, but the last time I gave Hadrian into the arms of someone else I was whisked away to Azkaban and you allowed my godson, mine and James' heir, to be placed with horrible abusive muggles. No, I think I shall keep him with me this time."

"Sirius, he is just a boy. He is James' son. Hurting him will not bring your master back." she tried again. He couldn't help the snort that escaped him as several others began appearing, including Moony and several members of the press.

"Oh Amelia, you are to funny. I am not nor have I ever been a death eater. I have issues with bowing and well those poor saps had to bow and kiss the dark lords robes. I have no master but myself and I can assure you that I did not do what I was accused of." He allowed a bit of his magic to leak out, whipping the air around him, charging it, preventing anyone from coming any closer. Moony stepped forward then, his normally amber colored eyes glowing golden as his wolf rose to the surface.

"Give me Hadrian, Sirius. I won't let you harm the last of my pack." the words were growled out through clenched teeth as everyone watched in fear as the two wizards magic rose and lashed about in fury. Remus' to attack and Sirius' to defend.

"Moony, I didn't do it. You know me, I would never betray the marauder code. James was pack, Hadrian is pack. Prongslet is safe with me Moon. Peter is alive, he framed me, and Dumbledore has known all along." Carefully, he pulled out the article with the picture of the Weasley family and the rat and sent it towards his old friend.

"On the boys shoulder, just look." he said so softly that none but the werewolf heard him. Moony shot out a hand and grabbed the picture from the air while everyone watched on curiously, wondering what was happening. Sirius watched as the glowing golden eyes looked over the photo and watched as they widened in horror.

"No, please Merlin no." Sirius just nodded as the eyes rose to meet his, shock evident on the face. With a simple nod yes he whispered to words to whisk him and his charge away to safety.

"Marauders Lair" His last sight was of the aurors leaping forward in shock, too late to stop him from stealing away their savior.