HELLO MY LOVELY READERS…I REALLY DO LOVE YOU ALL…. YOU ALL ROCK!…(Happiness from all the reviews)…lalala…this chapter should answer some of your questions that you all have!…. Hope you enjoy it!

"Damn it!" Harry cursed himself; punching the wall as he walked through the halls of Hogwarts.

He was supposed to be in the Great Hall with all of the other students but Harry just couldn't go in there at the moment; he really knew that he needed to work off all of his anger and frustration. He had just given himself away to half of the sixth years; his classmates.

Harry just knew it; they were all going to talk about him, about his freakishness, ugliness, and all the other horrible shit that just happened to be his life. Mostly, how he was always invisible and how they never noticed him. Oh, that was definitely going to be the question on everyone's mind tonight.

Harry James Potter always had a way to avoid being seen, when he didn't want to. If he didn't want people to know he was there, he just kept to himself and remained quiet. In classes, he sat in the very back, and stuck to the shadows.

As for the living arrangements, Harry only visited the Common Room; he had been given his own room. Harry was prone to getting sick many times during the year, and the Professors along with Madam Pomfrey, preferred that Harry not contaminate the other students. Also, during the school year, Harry would have to make frequent visits home because there was an occurrence of family emergencies that would require Harry's presence.

No one really noticed that when Harry returned home, it was also the time that he would be so sick that he was bedridden and would have to stay away from the other students.

He was quite proud of himself, even the tougher professors such as Snape and McGonagall, never noticed him.

Harry sighed. They never noticed him; maybe it was his own fault. It probably is, Harry reasoned.

Ever since he was little, Harry knew that it was wrong to gain attention. If he did, he was sure to feel pain that night. For attention brought unwanted attention, especially when you have bruises marking every place on your body, arms, stomach, and the neck.

Unwanted attention is bad, for all it will bring you is loss and more pain. Why go searching for attention when all they are going to do is use it for their own profit. They don't care about helping you, and they never will. .

Harry trembled at his Uncle's words. It was true, all of it.

When Harry was a mere child, he tried to save himself from his Uncle's hate. All it brought was more pain.

Harry thought back; he was probably eight years old or so; some random person on the street had finally noticed Harry. This man had brought hope to Harry that he thought he would never find.

This man in black saw the bruises, the whale of an Uncle, and finally the hitting and belittling from the Uncle. While Uncle Vernon had gone inside whatever store that they had happened to be at that day, Harry had waited outside, like a good little boy. In all reality, Uncle Vernon couldn't stand the thought of walking in public with that abnormality of a child.

The man walked up to Harry, and Harry thinking it was Uncle Vernon, shied away. "Relax, child." The man soothed.

Harry kept his distance.

The man looked at Harry's neck; bruises in the shape of handprints could faintly be seen. "Did that man do that to you?" He said pointing to the bruises.

Harry shook his head, "My Uncle would never do that. He is a nice man."

"Child, I have seen all types of abuse, and you are showing a current sign of it. Now I am going to ask again, did your Uncle do this to you? You would do well to not lie to me, for I shall know if you are."

Harry kept his eyes on the ground. "He did."

"Look at me." He commanded. "When you talk"

Harry lifted his head. "My Uncle did." The man looked into Harry's eyes, they shone with unshed tears.

"Thank you for telling me the truth. I am going to help you."

"You are?"

"Yes." He stated. "I know where you live and I will be at your home tomorrow to get you away from that man."

"How do you know where I live?"

The man just smiled and tapped his head. "I have my ways."

"Why?" Harry asked suddenly throwing the man off; his hero.

"Why what?" He asked with confusion.

"Why would you help me? No one ever has before. Why you?" Harry asked.

"I don't really know, maybe because I know what you are going though." He said.

"BOY!" Shrieked Vernon as he came out of the store; he walked to Harry. "Who in the bloody hell do you think you are talking to?"

Harry stammered, "I… I… I was just…" Harry turned to where the man was. He wasn't there.

"Boy!" Said Vernon harshly. "You were talking to one of your kind, weren't you?"

"I wasn't, at least I don't think I was." Harry said honestly.

Vernon opened the car door and shoved Harry inside; that night at home Harry learned to never accept or look for unwanted attention. All it brought was pain.

The next day, Harry was looking forward to finally leaving the home of the Dursley's; Harry had even stolen from the linen closet a pillow case to place all of his belongings in.

Harry sat in his cupboard, patiently waiting for the man in black to rescue him.

He never came.

That was the day that Harry lost all hope. From that day on, Harry turned invisible.

Harry was brought out of his musings as a shadow overstepped him. "Mr.…" Harry turned to the voice, Headmaster Dumbledore and Sirius Black. "Potter." Harry finished for the baffled Headmaster.

"Of course, dear boy. You should be in the Great Hall, run a long." Said the Headmaster. Harry sneered. "Fine." He stalked off.

Sirius rounded on Albus. "That was my Godson."

"Was it? I hadn't noticed."

"Like hell you didn't notice. He is the exact carbon copy of James, except the eyes, who came from…"

"Lily." Finished Dumbledore.

"So you did know it was Harry."

"My memory is old and not what it used to be." Informed Dumbledore.

"I really hate you sometimes." Mumbled Sirius averting his eyes.

"I know." Said Dumbledore, patting Sirius's shoulder.

"I need to go think…" Sirius made to move but Dumbledore stopped him.

"Yes, let us both think, while we are feasting on magnificent food in the Great Hall, for we are both needed there. I need to enlighten the student's who their new DADA Professor is."

Sirius growled softly, but followed the Headmaster.

Throughout the whole feast, Sirius was lost in the memories of the past.

He had spent a total of thirteen years in Azkaban for a crime that he would never had committed in his life.

Thirteen, such an unlucky number. Pettigrew had escaped and returned to his maniac of a master. Pathetic.

Sirius laughed softly to himself. His thoughts darkened.

Hope had finally shined through all the darkness at the end of his godson's fourth year. Sirius was free and he was finally going to do what he had promised Lily and James should they have died. Raise Harry like he was his own son.

He was elated. But then Dumbledore came strolling in and when Sirius saw the twinkle, his hope started to fade.

Dumbledore wanted him to continue his Auror work, for the Ministry was in desperate need of more men, more like men who didn't care about committing suicide for a 'great cause'. Even though Neville had destroyed Voldemort, Dumbledore as well as the Ministry feared that his followers would try to continue their Master's work.

Damn them all, Sirius cursed.

Sirius had asked Dumbledore if it was all right for him to adopt Harry anyway; but alas, no. It wasn't safe for him or the boy. It was too dangerous. Anyway, Harry was safe where he was, with his only living relatives. For what dangerous activity could hurt Harry when he was with family?

Sirius was brought out of his thoughts as Dumbledore announced that he, Sirius Black, would be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, with Remus Lupin as an assistant.

Sirius smiled. God he loved that man. Remus too, had tried to get guardianship of Harry, for he loved the boy as his cub, but no, Werewolves were too dangerous to have children. Basically it was illegal.

Oh, damn them all the hell. Sirius cursed again. Harry didn't even have the slightest clue that he had a godfather; it pained Sirius that he wasn't even able to tell Harry that there was a slight chance of hope; but Dumbledore presumed that if Harry were to know that he had a Godfather, then if nothing were to ever happen, all his hope would be gone and he would be devastated.

Too bad that no one knew that Harry's hope was already gone.

WHAT DID YOU THINK…i finally stopped asking should I continue… I got yelled at too much…. lol…. don't worry I still love you…sorry to anyone that loves Dumbledore…I'm sorry I made him the bad guy in all of this…also…its like 1:35 in the morn…and so I apologize for any of my randomness…lol…also…this didn't have much slashy goodness…but it will eventually get there…. everyone has to notice Harry…. and there needs to be interaction…and all that…also for random…what do you think of Sirius/Remus…yay or nay…lalala…. sooo see you soon!

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