A.N

Thanks for the input, guys I have taken it all under consideration and have found that it only strengthens my own thoughts on the subject. For those of you who are curious quiddatch never crossed my mind when I designed Sirius' dragon form, or the way he flies. Originally I had intended him to be a strange mix of all the things I liked about Harry Potter dragons. However, while I was still solidifying my mental design I had the pleasure of seeing a Goshawk in flight at a falconry demonstration and fell absolutely in love with this avian master of maneuverability. Since then I have modified Sirius to reflect that style of flight. As for my spelling and grammar and the weird little mistakes that really shouldn't be there as English is my first language and I have a very good education, I would like to apologize. However I ask for your patience as large chunks of this fic have been written on my cell phone (which for some reason keeps trying to type the word cellophane.)

On with the fic

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Lieutenant Rankin cursed as she sprinted away from her stupidly frozen colleagues and made for the next clearing, praying that the dragon Temeraire and his captain had returned from their patrol. As it was Temeraire was the only dragon fit to fly with any hope of controlling Sirius should the enraged dragonet choose to 'avenge' his 'murdered' captain by rampaging through Dover. Honestly she had no idea what had possessed Ward, to say something so stupid when he knew full well the possible consequences.

Idiot was lucky that dragon hadn't killed him.

She ran into Temeraire's clearing just in time. The dragon's crew was in the process of stripping him of his harness."Captain Laurence," she called franticly.

The man turned towards her, "Yes lieutenant?" He enquired faltering over her name.

"Rankin sir," she supplied quickly, noting the look that briefly graced his features at the sound of her surname. Idly she wondered if he knew and disapproved of her elder brother.

"Damn him for a fool." Laurence exclaimed once she'd apprised him of the situation. The captain started shouting orders, quickly getting his crewmen back onboard. Rankin didn't wait to find out if he had orders for her, she ran off to find the nearest Winchester.

She had to warn the admiral about the situation.

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Sirius was frantic.

He had to find his godson.

His Harry, his Evan they were one and the same. The boy had wormed his way into his heart the second James had placed him in his arms just minutes after his birth. He'd felt such pride, joy and hope flood his soul in that moment. He'd sworn to himself he would protect Harry. Just as he'd sworn it again just hours later as James and Lily cast the necessary spells to bind Him to Harry as a surrogate parent. Bound by the magic of both houses to love and protect the boy with his very being in Lou of his actual parents.

He froze as the realization hit, and then beat his wings twice to power his flight.

He knew how to find out exactly where his godson was.

The only problem was he didn't know if he could do magic in this form.

He knew the change was permanent – even if they ever made their way back to their own world. There were only five documented cases of someone transforming themselves into a magical creature. Only one had managed to find their way back to human form after years spent in their new form. He frankly didn't have half as much raw power as Morgan la Fay. It was said she didn't practice magic again for nearly a year after transforming back, she was so magically exhausted.

No, he would never be human again.

Surprisingly that didn't bother him.

He felt this likely a result of how much time he'd spent as a dog these past 13 years. Although, if he was honest being in human form had started to feel odd by the time he'd been reunited with his godson that night by the Whomping willow. Truthfully he couldn't even blame this development on Azkaban. Of all the Marauders he'd spent the most time in his anamagus form. James had even found him curled up on the foot of his bed as Padfoot more than once. The big black dog's form had been a good way to escape the trials and tribulations of his troubled home life. It had been his only means of escaping his own life.
He'd asked Evan if he wanted to go back to being Harry after his first encounter with the orange French dragon. The boy had refused – and after hearing his reasoning Sirius could understand. All Harry had ever wanted, and been deigned was the chance at Love, understanding and normality. Harry Potter was a burden on his relatives, hated and abused for the magical gift he'd been born with. The Wizarding world had been entirely too fickle, alternately hating and loving the child they both hailed as a savior and scorned as the next dark lord. The closest thing to understanding he'd ever gotten was in the form of a few friends who'd stood by him to the end, as for normality – he wasn't even a normal wizard.

Sirius had nearly had a heart attack when his godson had told him about his four years at Hogwarts. Had he not been on the run and now in an alternate world the Headmaster would have been getting a Marauder's special howler – the kind that exploded, leaving the only recipient covered in noxious goo. Its permeating stench lingered for days or even weeks. After which Harry would have been promptly disenrolled and shipped off to whichever school of magic had the best reputation.

By the time they'd made their discovery Harry had been Evan for nearly three weeks, the only three weeks he could remember where he'd had a family. Harry had not wanted to give up his life as Evan, Evan who had everything he wanted: a godfather who loved and cared for him. Who wanted what was best for him, and was willing to stand by him – even if said godfather happened to be a dragon.

He focused on that connection, the connection that had been growing stronger and stronger with each day they'd spent in this world, each day they'd spent getting to know each other, moving slowly but steadily towards the relationship they should have had all along.

He focused on his love of Harry –

of the boy who now chose to go by another name

Evan Black his son in all but blood.

The boy he loved more than life itself.

He focused on the one living creature besides Remus who he would willingly die for and slowly carefully enunciating each Latin word aloud he spoke the words of one of the two spells designed to bring aid to a lost child in times of need.

He didn't know if it would work but he sure as hell was going to try.

Family magic was old and strong each generation building upon the last from the birth of a line until its inevitable demise. Yet it never really ends. The family's magic lived on in each and every one of its descendants. A spell cast using the family's magic pulled a small amount of power from every living blood relative up to five generations removed as well as drawing raw power and magical force from the communal pool of magic that was left behind when a witch or wizard died. It was this power that sustained ghosts, it was also why there were no muggle ghosts. When two magical people married their family magics' resonated together, and built up with each new member giving children access to both family's magic, making each child stronger by giving them access to more of the ambient magic, despite the fact that it in no way did anything for to the strength of the individual child's magical core.

This meant that even a very weak wizard Like Wormtail could still cast powerful spells in defense of his family and bring up the ancient wards cast by more powerful ancestors because he was tied into them by blood magic. Squibs however lacked a magical core and thus lacked the ability to even sense their family's hereditary magic. Of all whiches and wizards only those who were muggle born lacked the ability to pull power from that valuable resource. This was entirely due to their lack of other magical family members.

It was one of the many reasons most pure blood families looked down on both muggle borns and squibs. By their standards since spells involving family magic drew upon the collective magical power of the whole line, muggle borns where considered to be less powerful then even the least powerful of purebloods. They were also thought to contribute nothing in terms of magic to a marriage.

A few centuries ago marrying a muggle born woman had been seen as less distasteful then marrying a muggle born man, since women at least, brought with them a dowry to add to the family's vaults.

The spell he was using, was designed to use with family magic, and it came in two varieties. The first drew power from the line and brought parent to a missing child by simply showing the way in flashes of light, which looked rather like lightning. The one he was currently using however drew the necessary power from every living member of the bloodline and dipped into the stored magic left behind by generations to quite literally transport the Parent to the child's location.

The only problem was – he forgot that he and Evan were the only two magical people on this world

He and Harry shared blood through James' grandmother who was a daughter of the House of Black, which only added to the power of their bond as he'd become an honorary member of the Potter House upon the completion of his oaths as Evan's godfather. Had they not shared blood the spells that tied them together would have given him limited access to the Potter family magic until Evan came of age and claimed Lordship of the House Potter. Because they actually shared blood he could use either the Black family magic or the Potter Family magic to power his spell.

He uttered the last word, secure in the knowledge that whoever was about to hurt his godson was about to have a very bad day.

It wasn't until he started to feel the distinctive sensations that accompanied apperation that he realized his folly.

"Finite Incantatum," he shouted desperately. Praying he hadn't just killed them both.

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Laurence clung to Temeraire's back as the great black dragon flew on in pursuit of the young Heavyweight Sirius. They were having a hard time locating the other dragon, his marbled underbelly blending into the cloud cover a little too well for his tastes, idly he thought of Captain James and his little Grayling Volly. Volly had been mottled gray all over blending in perfectly with the sky around him. He was fairly certain that the little Dragon was better camouflaged then Sirius, but still.

Then it occurred to him

"Temeraire go up," he called. "You must get above him; it's likely one of the only way's we're going to find him in this damn fog."

Temeraire angled himself up, climbing higher and higher in response. He leveled out, turning his head in different directions as he searched for the other beast.

After a moment he found him, and they got their first look at him in flight

For now the dragon was only about 60 feet long, Laurence estimated that Lily was still slightly larger. Almost half of his length was tail, which made him wary of approaching from any direction. He didn't want firsthand experience of what his tail blade could do.

"Use caution Temeraire," he called, however before Temeraire could make any reply there was a great noise not unlike the cry of a full broadside from a hundred gun man of war. Briefly disoriented the other dragon was again lost in the clouds.

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Jane sighed, young Evan Black was a smart boy and the fact that they would have to try and separate him from his dragon was painful. She knew that it was the right thing to do the boy was to young for the front lines of this war, not with no military training to speak of. Regardless in the end it was Sirius' decision. She didn't know which one he would make.

In many ways it was hard, her own Emily was one of Temeraire's Ensigns. However Emily had been born for the service, in harness since before she could walk and training for an Aviator's life since she was seven years old.

Evan Black couldn't claim the same. She didn't know how the boy had been raised and she didn't know his feelings and thoughts on Dragons. Laurence had been the exception to the non-aviator viewpoint on dragons. Even if his opinion had changed after meeting Temeraire, Captain Rankin was solid proof that not everyone changed their opinion after exposure to Dragons. She hoped that Black didn't turn out like Rankin had.

Still the boy showed promise and seemed to genuinely enjoy the company of his dragon.

He'd already agreed to do what was best for Sirius and honor the dragon's decision,

Although the boy's belief that Sirius would find someone more worthy of him was disconcerting and made her wonder exactly what had been done to the child. Whatever those monsters had done they'd destroyed his self-esteem utterly in the process.
It was a real shame particularly since it would be a handicap for the boy until he regained his self-confidence.
Which could take years

Regardless of the boy's self image issues he was quite intelligent, though he seemed disinclined to believe it. He'd asked several pointed, and very well thought out questions about the Aviators, other dragon breeds and their ability to speak a human tongue.

"How is it that you learned to speak Sirius' language so quickly?" she enquired mildly as they made their way through the town. Evan had been fitted for his uniforms today and they'd managed to acquire a few basic articles of clothing that were at least better tailored to him then the over large rags he'd arrived in. His uniform clothing should at least be arriving within the week.

The boy regarded her for a moment. "I-" he looked down as if afraid of her response.
She waited patiently for him to find his courage, the child had been through a lot; and while the time would eventually come - and soon - when he would have to be introduced to the chain of command, today she wanted him to learn to be comfortable in his own skin again.
Hopefully they'd make an aviator out of him yet.

If her instinct was correct, he'd make a great aviator, a great captain, if they could get him past the damage that those animals had done to him.
"I don't know, I thought he was speaking English at first." Black admitted softly, "Just like with the sna-" he broke off abruptly and gazed up at her out of terrified, haunted Emerald eyes.

She blinked, and considered what he'd just said, both intentionally and accidently. Honestly she would have thought that they abuse he'd suffered had addled his wits, if she hadn't seen him having a hissed Conversation with a wild dragon just hours before. She decided to ignore the fact that the child had just somewhat unintentionally claimed to be able to speak with snakes. "So it sounds like English to you?" she enquired mildly.

Black opened his mouth to respond, and closed it abruptly; reaching desperately for the wall.

"Mr. Black?" she enquired, worried by the apparent dizzy spell. Her reflexes took over and she caught him as his knees buckled. She cursed; he was far too light for his age. She supposed the trip down to the city had exhausted him, it would take time for the boy to recover fully. Still she was shocked that he was so easily tired.

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Laurence swore, as they again searched for Sirius amidst the clouds, there was another almost deafening clap of thunder and abruptly they saw Sirius. The dragon seemed to just appear about two body lengths past his original position. The dragon's wings buckled and he fell out of the sky, careening towards the ground in an uncontrolled tumble.

Temeraire dove, attempting to get underneath the younger smaller dragon. "Everyone bellow!" Laurence called above the wind rushing past them. The topmen and ensigns followed his order with a swift and practiced ease. He alone remained in his normal place at the base of Temeraire's neck, and prayed that the panicked and flailing youngster didn't do them Temeraire any harm, when he was rescued.

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Sirius cursed his own stupidity, and what Remus had often called his 'hot-headed idiot streak' with everything he was as he flailed around in the air desperate to rite himself. He'd thrown everything he had into reversing the spell he'd cast using family magic, desperately trying to shield his godson from his stupid mistake. Praying the boy wasn't about to pay the price for his mistakes again and this time with his life.

His desperate attempt had worked – to a degree – he'd hopped to cancel the spell before he'd apperated, instead it looked as though the spell had still transported his body some 120ish feet. Had the act not put both his and Evan's lives in danger he would have been thrilled to know that he still had access to family magic in this form. Though it was slow to respond and extremely tiring, his wings had buckled from fatigue the moment he'd reappeared and had the need to find his Evan not been so great, he honestly would not be fighting so hard to right himself so he could remain in the air and go find Evan.

As it was all he currently wanted to do was find a nice spot to curl up in and sleep for the next week. Still he pushed all thoughts of rest out of his mind and concentrated on getting himself righted and his wings opened.

Not far from him a large black dragon dove, the men on his harness scrambling to get into the belly netting and Sirius couldn't help wondering why.

Finally he managed to use his tail to give himself just enough maneuverability to pull his tired body out of its graceless tumble, and snapped his wings open with great effort. He felt his wing joints wrench, and knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that he was going to pay for that move later.

It didn't matter, he had to rescue Evan.

He'd pay whatever price was demanded of him,

After his godson was safe!

At last Dover sprawled beneath him and he cursed his own stupidity when he realized he could have easily walked there had he still been human, there had been no need to apperate, and he could clearly see the people milling about below him in this form despite the height.

Evan was right, then, Wizards did rely on magic too much; when mundane means would suffice.

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Jane Roland cursed in a most unlady like fashion as she easily supported young Mr. Black's weight, she needed to get him back to the convert and in to see a doctor quickly. She didn't know what had happened to exhaust the child so quickly but she didn't think it was normal. She didn't even react when the shadow of a dragon fell over them, she was by far to use to the occurrence to even start having been raised to an aviator's life.

The shrieking of other people in the streets got her attention however,and she looked away from her charge to see what the fuss was about, the city was near enough to the convert that a dragon's shadow shouldn't cause mass panic.

A dragonett the size of a longwing landing/ collapsing in an ungraceful heap in the middle of the street however was an entirely different matter.

Sirius coiled around them as best he could, his great head leaning down, so that she could look him in the eye. She blinked in surprise and tried to suppress a shudder at how eerily his eyes were glowing when the light outside of the gloom cast by his mantled wings caught them, reflecting at her in an almost demonic ice blue. "He... Is… MINE." The dragon snarled, carefully enunciating each word. While outside the shelter of his wings people screamed.

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Evan sat quietly against Sirius' chest upon the broad black back of the dragon Temeraire as the huge creature carried them back to the convert. Sirius was … well pouting seemed the only way to describe it. After flying out to find him and exhausting them both magically Sirius had been forced to endure…

A great indignity

He'd been to exhausted to get himself back up into the air, and as such had to be carried back like an errant hatchling.

"Sirius, it's not that bad." Evan admonished softly, trying desperately not to fall asleep.

Sirius snorted and muttered something about how he was supposed to be "a big scary dragon" and "being carried like an infant."

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So there you have it guy family magic still works, but it is very costly. Harry/Evan will still be able to perform limited magic, and I have decided that Sirius will not be able to apperate without the help of family magic that at the very least grounds them both for a while. Review please.