Harry came alive to find a new scent in the house. He didn't recognize it. It hadn't been easy getting used to the heightened sense of smell from being a vampire and an animagus. He had gotten Sirius' scent down so familiar that he could find Sirius anywhere in the manor. And track him within a day's travel. But whereas Sirius usually smelled like a cross between a wet dog and Stetson sierra cologne. This new smell was a subtle smell of flowers and sweat. Like it worked out outside a lot. Harry rose from his bed and grabbed the gun off the dresser. He didn't bother to put on anything, he had fallen into his day rest in the nude. He slunk down the hallway without making a sound. He checked to make sure that there was a round chambered in the gun and burst into the kitchen.

He burst into the room with the gun up and pointed. Sirius and the other person were momentarily stunned at the naked boy before them holding out the gun with absolute ease.

"Who are you?" harry asked his eyes not leaving the small man's own. Mikheal was transfixed with the small naked boy's eyes. They were emerald green irises, and the sclera was blood red. He opened his mouth in an 'oh' of surprise. Harry gazed into Mikheal's own almond shaped brown eyes. Absently he noted they seemed to have gold flecks in them. He didn't waver the gun so much as a centimeter. Sirius gazed at harry worriedly. He really didn't want Mikheal to get shot.

"Harry please don't shoot Mikheal. He's the guy who is going to be teaching you martial arts." Sirius said with a guilty smile.

Harry lowered the gun and looked at Sirius with an appraising eye, before nodding and spinning around and leaving them with a clear view of his pale round arse as he walked out of the kitchen. This seemed to break Mikheal out of his stupor. He whirled around and gazed harshly at Sirius. "Why was he naked?!"

"Only you would worry about the fact that he was naked over the fact he was about to shoot you." Sirius laughed uproarishly. Mikheal blushed at that but wouldn't be ignored.

"I asked you a question Sirius Orion Black." He asked icily.

Sirius blinked and quickly shut up. He looked over at his former, and hopefully soon to be again, lover. "I have no idea why he has a fascination with nudity. He was naked when I found him, but he had been, " Sirius said hesitant to say the word. "Raped and turned. He stayed naked till the next day. He so far only get's dressed to go outside."

"h-h-he was raped?" Mikheal asked in a horrified whimper.

"I don't think he remembers, but I could smell it mixed in with all the blood." Sirius said softly. Brokenly. "He asked me to take him to the Dursley's so I did. I guess what happened there is on the news by now."

"You?" Mikheal asked as if he freaked the answer.

"No. Him he did whatever happened. I stayed outside as per his request, but I knew what he was going to do roughly." Sirius said as if he was thinking back. "He came out carrying a gun a knife and some money and credit cards. He set the house on fire as we apperated away."

Mikheal paled. He had seen the news. The three Dursley had all died in the blaze. It had been apparent that the patriarch had been shot in both the knee and elbow joints. Then the fire. It was determined via a lab that they had been very much alive when the fire started. To picture the little boy who was just in here as their bloody angel of death was just too much. How was he supposed to teach anything to the child. He wanted to crawl in a hole somewhere and be forgotten by the boy. However it became apparent that it was too late when heard the rythmatic sound of booted feet coming down the hall.

Harry walked back into the kitchen and sat down across from Sirius and Mikheal. He was wearing a pair of black cargo pants, with bondage straps and chains. On his feet were brand new pair of pseudo-military boots laced up tightly. And on his chest was a tee shirt that was black as night. He had a black leather trench coat over his shoulders. He looked very like he was cosplaying as blade.

"Sirius said you were going to train me to fight?" harry asked in an almost eager voice.

"Maybe." Mikheal said noncommittally. "But first I have to get an honest answer as to why you killed the Dursley's. I have to know and if you don't have a very good reason then I will not be able to train you as your sensei."

"They were supposed to be my family." Harry said looking down at the table. "I was treated like the worst slave at the best of times and a war prisoner at the worst. I tried everything I could to get them to not hate me. It didn't work."

"I understand." Mikheal said softly looking at the small child. He had to force himself past the thoughts of killer and baby at the same time.

"Will you train me?" harry asked hope sounding in his voice.

"I cannot try you as you are now. You have so much anger if I were to train you in kempo it would consume you and you would become that which only causes pain." Mikheal said with a sad sigh.

Harry bit his bottom lip. "I need to learn to fight in order to protect my friends from a group of madmen."

"I am aware of the circumstances. Sirius has explained it to me in great detail. But I can't accept you into my discipline with that much anger. So to remedy that I will get in touch with a friend of mine who teaches capoeira as a form of anger management." Mikheal said getting up from the table. He turned to look at Sirius and smiled. He waved and walked from the house.

"What did you think?" Sirius asked hesitantly. Harry looked at him for a moment. Then he got up and said. "He seemed to fear that I would become a crazed killer."

"Well you wouldn't be the first to use his style to kill for fun." Sirius said with a sad smile.

"I don't blame him I just think that he thinks I'll become a killer." Harry said with a twist of his lips.

"I'm sorry that he couldn't teach you." Sirius said sadly.

"Sorry he couldn't teach me or sorry that he left?" harry asked with a smirk.

"Um I have no idea what you are talking about." Sirius said standing up. "Now let's go running."

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Albus Dumbledore gazed at the lists of Hogwarts with a broken expression. Inside he was seething, but on the outside he was the very picture of grandfatherly pain. Minerva McGonagall gazed sadly at the lists along with quite a few other teachers. The sign of their distress was obvious for all to see. Beside harry potter's name was the word deseased. Such was their pain, or in the headmasters case anger, they never noticed the small beetle scurrying away.