Disclaimer: This is a fan written work based on the works of J.K. Rowling. It might possibly also have some elements of a number of other works. There is no money being made from this, it is merely a work meant for the entertainment of myself and the masses. This is merely for fun, and no profit. I repeat: I am not making any money out of writing this.

Warning: OCs OOCs Sues, and some crack. You have been warned.

Note 1: AU.

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chapter four

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Peter Pettigrew, a pampered animagus whose form was that of a rat suddenly felt a chill run down his spine on the day that the picture of the Weasley family had made the front page of the Daily Prophet, there was definitely something in the air which shocked his system and told him that the end was near, that his life expectancy had just gone down to one man's decision. He didn't know why he felt like his days were numbered. But when the news of Sirius Black's escape from the unescapable Azkaban reached his rodent ears, he knew that he was a dead man. He was a dead man walking, and he didn't have his lord to protect him from the crazed and insane Sirius Black.

He knew that Sirius Black and his lord were the only ones that knew the truth about the death of the Potters, although he suspected that Dumbledore also knew about it, but Pettigrew also knew that if there was someone who truly was greater than his lord it was Dumbledore and his plans and machinations, even if they didn't always work out. He had even secretly attended some meeting where the headmaster dictated the things he intended to do, some plans for the greater good which he shared with his greatest sympathizers, namely Molly Weasley, Severus Snape, Alastor Moody, and a slew of others. But only Pettigrew knew the true extent of the man's plans, the ones the man dared to voice within the sanctity of his office or living quarters in Hogwarts. A rat as an animagus form was the perfect spying tool.

The rest of the wizarding world believed him dead, no one had even bothered to find out if he really died, seeing as aurors on site had found his finger, the supposedly biggest part of his body recoverable at the site. There were magical records that tracked his still, but he knew that the wizarding world believed those things to be flukes, faulty, or even cursed as a taunt from the dark forces.

While Pettigrew was content in knowing that only one man out in the world was out to get him, the Zabini Trio were busily perusing the Ministry archives for anything and everything they could get their hands on about Peter Pettigrew, from his birth certificate to the records from the equipment to monitor people. Peter Pettigrew apparently had some tracking spells cast on him, to track his vitals and the like, such things should have failed if the man had died, which according to the devices recording his tracking spells, he had not. The tracking spells relayed as much information as they could on Pettigrew, one record stated that it was a safety measure implemented by Sirius Black to make sure that the Ministry could track the close friends of people in hiding or something like that. It seemed as if Sirius Black suspected his long time friend of having it in him to betray his friends.

"So..." Dino asked as he and Alfonso stared at the tracking devices, "What do we do now?"

"Well...we have proof that the man is alive...we just have to find him," Mario said.

"Now what?" Alfonso asked, "How do we find an officially dead man?"

"Maybe we should check in with Charity and Tristan, they might've already found Black," Mario said.

"Yeah, hopefully they found him already," Alfonso said.

"So, we just take back copies of the records back with us and such?" Dino asked.

"No," Mario said.

"Why not?" Alfonso asked.

"Ministry Archive rules don't say anything about the files and stuff not permitted from leaving the archives," Mario said, "Meaning we don't need copies, we can just take everything."

"Cool," Dino said, "But it would be cooler if we could actually get everything from the archives."

"Too bad we're squibs, no," Alfonso said.

"We should ask, his lordship if we could get some magic of our own, like those puppets of his," Mario said.

"I agree," Alfonso said.

"Lets do that," Dino seconded the motion.

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At the same time that the Trio finished their research and slight sacking of the ministry archives, Charity and Tristan brought Sirius Black to Harry's office.

Harry was sitting behind his desk reading reports, signing papers, talking on the phone, and generally looking very busy.

"My Lord, we've caught Black," Tristan said cheekily.

"I can see that," Harry said, looking up from some of the reports he was reading, he then threw a folder at Tristan, "All the information you will need for your next job, try not to make the authorities look too bad."

"Thanks boss!" Tristan said, whooping for joy at finally having something to do again, then leaving the room.

"Charity," Harry said.

"Yes sir," she said.

"Prepare a room for Mister Black, and prepare some identification for him, as well as inform all the managers of our newest addition," Harry said.

"At once sir," she said then left the room, leaving the two men alone.

Harry put away all of his work related things before motioning for Sirius to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk, the one's for guests. Seats that not many could claim to have sat in.

"Hello godfather, nice to finally meet you," Harry stated in his deadpan way, "I am Harry Potter."

"Uh..I'm Sirius Black...hehe...sorry I wasn't there for you all these years, taking care of a kid is kind of hard considering that I was behind bars," Sirius said, apologetically.

"Understandable," Harry said, then suddenly unleashed his magic into the room, to guage his godfather's magics.

"W-what the h-hell!?" the man responded to what he believed to be an attack, it was the first time that he had actually dared to freely tap into his magic, having no wand kind of surprised him when his magic actually responded to his calls and his commands.

"Interesting," Harry said as he reigned in his magic, and hid it back away in and around his core.

"I repeat," Sirius said a bit panicked, "What the hell?!"

"I just wanted to know to what extent your magic flowed, how different it was from the magic of the regular magicals in the world," Harry explained.

"Different?" Sirius asked, "How? In what way?"

"You felt the difference, and kindly remember, you don't have a wand to focus your magic," Harry stated.

"I...yeah..now that I think about it, it felt definitely different," Sirius said, "Do you know why that is?"

Sirius had decided to treat Harry as just some person, an adult as that was what Harry was, also after having a long talk with Charity and Tristan, he had come to terms with the fact that Harry really did not need him as a godfather, but could use him as possibly a friend, or at the very least just another subordinate. So long as he could be by Harry's side he was happy. He also truly did not know that there was something special about his magic.

"Well I can only speculate," Harry said, "But I will explain my findings."

"Please go on," Sirius said, not at all perturbed by Harry's seeming inability to express his emotions.

"There are three abilities brought to you by your magic," Harry explained, "My feelers, the magic you felt earlier, have dicerned such. The first is the ability to perfectly shield your mind, your memories from intrusion. Your mind is a veritable impregnable fortress. This in a way makes it possible for you to not be affected by dementors as that is what you told my subordinates earlier. You with me so far?"

"So I am a true master of my mind, next?"

"The second ability is that you are able to produce the energies which feed and strengthen dementors, you are essentially a Master of Fear," Harry said, then explained that last point, "I say Master of Fear because from what I have learned through my research into the obscure, dementors have an ability which has not been seen in centuries. That being that they are able to make the fears of their victims come to life. Their magic has the ability to physically or psychologically manifest the fear of their victims. They are in a way the cousins of boggarts."

"Whoa...that's kind of hard to believe, ya know?"

"I know, but being a somewhat master of death is even more unbelieveable, no?" Harry said.

"You mean...you have all three?"

"No, I have one, but I am more of a demon or a devil than simply a master of death," Harry admitted, "But I do want to gain the other two pieces of the puzzle, I have some clues to the other two."

"Alright, sorry for getting you sidetracked, but what is the third ability?" Sirius asked.

"You can strengthen and weaken magic, the regular kind only though," Harry said, "My magic is different, I know someone else with a different kind of magic as well, but not as well understood as your own. Magic is in a way tied to emotions and to thoughts and memories. Your magic allows you the ability to manipulate or affect the thoughts, emotions, and memories of others."

"That's a bit much...is that all I am capable of?" Sirius asked.

"I only picked up on the main things," Harry admitted, "You'll have to figure out the little things on your own."

"Alright, so what now?" Sirius asked.

"Now we wait for the Zabini Trio to arrive to ask you some questions," Harry said, then took out some of his papers and began to work again while they waited, "Busy yourself somehow until they arrive."

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Mario, Alfonso, and Dino, entered the office unannounced an hour or two after Harry told Sirius to busy himself. The carried with them boxes upon boxes of documents, and a few silver instruments too.

"Sir, we have confirmed that Pettigrew is indeed alive and kicking, he's relatively healthy too," Mario reported.

"I figure as much, have you caught him?" Harry asked.

"Well...no..but we were hoping Mr Black could help us in that regard," Mario said, as Alfonso and Dino sat on the floor in exhaustion as their older brother forced them to carry the majority of the load.

"How can I help you gentlemen?" Sirius asked, standing to shake the man's hand.

"Nice to meet you Mr Black, I'm Mario Zabini, my brothers Alfonso and Dino are the nitwits on the floor," Mario said, introducing himself, "The question I would like to ask is, do you know the whereabouts of Mr Pettigrew?"

"I do," Sirius answered instantly, "He's staying with the Weasleys, he was the rat used to lure Molly out of the fountain."

"I see," Mario said, saluted to his boss, and dragged his brothers out of the room, "We'll get that rat for you boss, do you want us to get you anything else on our way back?"

"Incriminating evidence about the Weasleys, anything that ties them to acting in not only lewd, but truly obscene, will do," Harry said after thinking it over for a few seconds.

The Trio closed the door before really leaving, Tristan and Charity had left the door open.

"So..now what?" Sirius asked, now that he was once again alone in Harry's office.

"Go explore The Complex, try and locate Charity," Harry said, "I'm sure she has already completed her assignement, or has atleast gotten your identification cards."

"Alright," Sirius said, instead of opening and closing the door by hand, he figured out how to make his magic flare around him and form arms.