Harry gulped as he looked at the fireplace, unsure if he should trust Remus and Sirius. "So, you want me to just jump in the fire? Are you serious?"

"Well I am, he's Remus," Sirius answered with a large grin. Remus and Harry rolled their eyes at him

"If you want you can watch Sirius first then follow him," Remus said with a soft smile. Harry nodded in agreement and stepped away from the fireplace.

Sirius took his place in front of it and took a small pot of what Harry first thought were ashes. "This, my boy, is floo powder, it's used for flooing, which is what I'm about to do now," Sirius explained. He took a hand full of the powder and handed to pot to Remus. Sirius then threw the powder in the fire and the flames turned to a bright green colour, similar to the flash of light Harry sees in his dreams. "Diagon Alley," Sirius enunciated clearly and he stepped into the flames and vanished.

Harry stepped back violently when he saw Sirius being swallowed by the flames. "Bloody shit!"

Remus chuckled and offered the pot to Harry. "Remember to say it clearly, very clearly. We wouldn't want you ending up half way across the country." He sent a reassuring smile at Harry except Harry was anything but.

He took some of the powder; it felt like sand and upon closer inspection looked a bit like glitter was mixed in it. He stared at the fire again; the green flames were turning to orange and yellow. Harry threw the powder and the green flames came alive. "Diagon Alley," he yelled and turned to Remus. Remus nodded and motioned for him to enter. Harry gulped and followed Sirius.

It was the strangest feeling, certainly better than when Sirius apparated with him, but it wasn't very comfortable either. He felt himself getting dizzy and it felt he was standing next to a burning fire. He saw various fireplaces pass by but it was going on all too fast. Sooner than he had time to think clearly, he felt himself being pushed out to one of the fireplaces.

He fell down unceremoniously and landed next to someone's feet. The laughter from above told him that it belonged to Sirius. When Sirius managed to stop laughing and helped him up, he recognized the place as the Leaky Cauldron. Harry wondered why they were there, of all places.

Green flames erupted from the fireplace and Sirius pulled Harry back. Remus came out in a more elegant manner the Harry did, though he was covered in soot. Harry looked down on himself and discovered that he too was covered in soot. He hastily tried dusting himself off; Sirius tapped him with a wand and all the dirt vanished. Harry smiled gratefully.

Sirius led them out the back door. Harry wondered, when they got out, if Sirius was off his rockets. They were in a small alley that would barely be able to fit ten people. It didn't look very clean either. He glanced up at the adults; they were both wearing a smile.

Sirius pulled out his wand once more and tapped a series of bricks and an archway appeared.

Harry's jaws dropped. It was beautiful. This was magical. All the doubts of joining the wizarding world slipped his mind.

He remembered when he caught a glimpse of Diagon Alley, when he had dinner with Remus and Sirius in the Leaky Cauldron the first day he met Sirius. He didn't think that the actual place would look so much better up close. As they walked down the road Harry saw a shop filled with owls, another with some sort of sports equipment, and another with robes. He noticed that there didn't seem to be any cars around, everyone was walking busily going from one place to the next.

"We're going to Gringotts first," Sirius lead them to a big building, which looked the central business area.

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Goblins? There were such things as goblins? Harry still couldn't believe it. He also was having a hard time accepting that he had loads of money, but still... goblins? That was just weird. He knew there were magical people, but he did not expect magical creatures. Harry wondered what other creatures there were.

He felt particularly happy though as he felt how full his pockets were. He had money, after years of scrapping through trash and pick pocketing, he actually had money. Life was good.

After Gringotts, which was apparently the wizarding bank, Sirius and Remus decided to buy Harry loads of things. Harry got a wand, wizarding robes, a snowy white owl, a broom, cauldrons, parchments, quills, books and numerous other things. He also convinced them to let him go to the muggle world, muggles being non magical people, and buy clothes there. He wasn't ready to wear robes, they looked too stupid

Soon after, Harry sat on his bed admiring his room. He used to sleep on the floor of an abandoned with only a few books and an mp3 to keep him company, now he had his own room. His bookshelf had not only books but also pictures of his parents. His closet had more clothes than he'd ever had, clothes that actually fit him for once. He even had an owl and a fancy looking broom, though he didn't know what to do with either of them. He figured maybe the owl was like the dog version for wizards, and the broom was for... cleaning?

"Like your things?" Sirius asked as he appeared from the door.

The aroma of delicious food made its way through the room. Harry's stomach grumbled, it had only been hours since his last meal, he had gotten used to regular meals.

"Thanks for everything, but I don't understand the owl or the broom."

Sirius laughed, very loud. "The owl is for sending letters and mail, while the broom... well let's just say it's better to show you than tell you. But not now, Tonks is coming over and Remus is making sure the meal is perfect."

Harry grinned; he knew how much Remus was head over heels over the woman. Harry really liked her, she was hilarious and her hair was always cool. Whenever she was around, it was a huge laugh because Remus acted very different. Everyone notices except her.

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It's been a week since he first visited Diagon Alley. Remus had started teaching him about all kinds of spells. Harry recalled when he did his first bit of magic with his own wand, at first it felt stupid waving it around but then he managed to make the book levitate he was so excited that the book shot through the roof. Now though, it feels like his wand was like his glasses, he was nothing without it. He couldn't believe he had a life without it! Remus made sure he knew most of the basics, other than spells, Remus taught him about magical plants and creatures as well as potions. While both subjects were interesting, Harry still preferred doing magic. So far the most interesting subject was Defence magic, Harry managed to disarm Remus during a mock duel.

Currently, he sat disinterestedly at a new lesson Remus saw fit to teach him: History. No matter what kind of history was being taught, magic or non-magic, it was always a bore to Harry. Still, Remus insisted he know it and forced him to take down notes. The quill and parchment were a bit peculiar but Harry didn't argue. It made writing slightly more interesting, even though he made a mess the first few times. Remus taught him how to use it properly, which was extremely helpful.

"-when Ardwirk found out that the rebellion of the 17th century became the cause of the rise of his father's ruling, he took it upon himself to take over for..."

There was a fly on the wall, it had been buzzing around for some time now. Maybe he would be able to summon it. With a quick glance at Remus, who was still reciting the boring book, Harry tried levitating the fly and made it dance around the room. It was quite entertaining until it landed near Remus and the old man dropped a book on it.

"Are you even listening?" he asked, though he didn't sound angry at all, in fact Harry sensed amusement in his tone.

Harry sent him a guilty look and shook his head. "It's a bit boring," he confessed.

Remus sighed, and rubbed his eyes, "I won't lie, that I read that book whenever I have a hard time sleeping." He looked at Harry as if contemplating. "You know what, you'll probably pass history regardless, the teacher's dead."

"Dead?"

"Yeah, like a ghost. He just woke up dead one day and started teaching,"

Harry wasn't sure if Remus was joking or not, the man had a straight face on but the story just seemed too ridiculous. Before Harry could ask anything further, Sirius burst into the room doing a dance, either that or he really had to shit.

"Guess what I have? Guess!" Sirius' gigantic grin started fading when Remus and Harry ignored him. He huffed, "Fine, don't guess, I'll keep it all to myself." Ignored. "OK! Fine! I got us season VIP tickets to the Irish versus Brazil Quidditch match."

Harry scratched his temples with the end of the quill he was holding, "What's a Quidditch match?"

Sirius smirked, as if he expected Harry to ask this question. "I'm sure you're getting bored with all the lesson Remus has been pounding into your head, so I decided that we should go visit the Weasleys and show you a game of Quidditch," Sirius said beaming.

"What are the Weasleys?"

"They're a wizarding family we're friends with," Remus answered. "They have a son your age and a daughter a year younger than you."

Harry's head shot up at the prospect of meeting other wizards like him. "When are we going?"

Sirius laughed. "I talked to Molly yesterday and told her to expect us for lunch. You should taste her cooking Harry, it's loads better than the things this guy," Sirius motioned at Remus, "could ever dream of making."

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Sirius observed his godson. At first, Harry seemed excited about visiting the Weasley, but when they were about to leave Harry didn't seem all that happy anymore. Remus was still changing so Sirius decided to talk to Harry.

"You doing good kiddo?" Sirius asked.

Harry bit his lip, "What if they don't like me?"

"Who? The Weasleys?" Sirius waved off his concerns, "They're great people, the best wizard family in the country."

Harry didn't look convinced but didn't say anything. Sirius was glad that of all the things Harry was worried about it was this and not about where he could find his next meal. It's only been a week and a few days since Sirius first saw Harry and he was glad that Harry was filling up. His cheeks weren't as sunken, the dark under his eyes has faded, he looked healthy and his clothes were clean. Sirius has tried his best keeping the mood light hearted; he tried not thinking about Harry's life before. It was difficult for him to think that the boy used to live all alone in an abandoned building.

"Sirius," Harry whispered. Sirius grunted for him to continue. "Is it true, that the history teacher at Hogwarts is a ghost?"

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The Burrow, which is what the Weasley's house is called according to Sirius, was rather peculiar looking. The house itself seemed to defy the laws of gravity, which Harry assumed was because of magic. It was so different from the town houses that Harry had gotten used to with the Dursleys, and was almost the exact opposite of the city houses he had lived around. It was a bit like a farm house really, there were chickens running around the area and a huge yard that could host a hundred or more people.

Upon entering they were greeted by a shrill squeal, as Harry felt himself squished between Remus and Sirius as an unknown figure crushed them. When Harry finally managed to catch a breath, he saw that it was a rather short plump woman, with flaming red hair, who caused it. She had a motherly expression that Harry could never imagine seeing on Aunt Petunia. Immediately noticing Harry's presence she turned her attention on him.

"You must be Harry Potter," she said, grabbing his shoulders for a better look at him. "You look positively underfed, come sit eat. I made plenty of food." She turned to Remus and Sirius as she shoved Harry down one of the seats, "And you two, have you no kitchen? You look famished, getting thinner and thinner every time I see you Remus, and you Sirius, you should cut your hair! It's getting too long, I don't know why you don't just go to a barber and have it trimmed." She turned to Harry once more and started fixing his hair too, Harry thought it was pointless, his hair was unfixable. "Exactly like James' hair this one, going to be trouble to fix. Why keep it long? It looks a mess, my son Charlie is the same," she rambled. Her fussing stopped when she accidentally removed Harry's hair from covering his eyes and spotted his scar.

Harry looked away from her and removed his head from her touch. He had always been very conscious of his scar, especially now that he knew what it symbolized. Molly didn't seem to mind though; she pushed Remus and Sirius to sit.

The house was jaw dropping. It was cosy, similar to how Remus' house felt like only more eccentric. Mismatched chairs surrounded the dining table, various magical items were spread around the area and they also had an owl.

"Food will be ready in a moment," she said softly before yelling for her children to come down, Harry was shocked at the sudden change of tone.

It sounded like an army was making their way down. The thundering footsteps echoed across the room, Harry looked at the adult and they didn't seem too worried. Soon enough Harry saw the cause of it, well the causes of it to be more precise.

There were four of them, four children with the same flaming red hair as the plump woman. It was like one of those things you'd see in a comedy show; Harry would have laughed if he had control of his open jaws. Two of them looked exactly the same, one looked to be the same age as Harry, and he looked like epitome of awkward-teen-in-growth-spurt. The last was a rather pretty girl who had a coy smile and was the only one that didn't look at Harry.

"Bloody hell, you're Harry Potter!" said the growth spurt teen, pointing at him.

Harry forced a smile, "Yeah I am."

"Ron!" the woman chastised loudly. "Don't be rude."

The boy blushed bright red, his face matched his face. He mumbled an apology which Harry accepted. He went to his seat on Harry's left. The twins were next to the boy called Ron and the girl in front of Harry.

"So, where have you been?" Ron asked.

"Pardon?"

"You know, where'd you disappear to?"

Harry was starting to get annoyed with the boy. "Forgive him," the girl said interrupting the boy, "Ron was dropped in the head when he was a baby. I'm Ginny by the way, those two nut jobs who are trying to put in nosebleed nougats on your plate –"

"Ginny!"

"- are Fred and George."

"I'm Harry," he introduce himself, though he suddenly felt stupid for it since they all gave each other a look and a chuckle.

"I doubt you'd ever have to introduce yourself mate," Ron said as he piled his plate with everything within arm's reach.

Harry just then notice that the food has been placed on the table. It smelled heavenly, Remus' cooking was nothing compared to it. It was mouth watering, he would have been shy about piling his plate with food but then the other boys were too. It was the best thing he had ever placed in his mouth.

"Are you going to Hogwarts Harry?" Ginny asked.

"I suppose so, I heard Sirius and Remus talking about it... what's it like there?"

"It's brilliant-" said one of the twins.

"It's fantastic-" said the other one.

"It's magical-,"

"Though watch out for the poltergeist-,"

"And the snarky caretaker- "

"And the greasy haired git."

Harry looked back and forth between the two. It was getting confusing; he didn't know which is which. They smiled at his confusion. Harry had a feeling that they liked doing that to people.

Harry leaned towards Ron and whispered, "Are they always-,"

"Annoying? Yes," the boy said without turning from his chicken leg, "And I should warn you, never accepts anything they give, especially if it's food."

"Which is which?"

Ron shrugged, "Don't matter; you'll just get confused as soon as they leave the room again."

Harry snorted. Ron seemed like a nice bloke, if a bit thick. He started asking questions about Hogwarts and Ron was very opinionated about those 'bloody Slytherin gits'. Apparently the Gryffindor house and Slytherin house did not get along. Ginny, who half listened to their conversation and half eavesdropped on the conversation of Remus, Sirius and Mrs. Weasley, would interrupt now and again.

The topic of Quidditch came about sooner or later. When Harry asked what Quidditch was the reaction was rather shocking. All kids stopped eating, stopped talking, and probably stopped breathing. Their jaws were open and they stared at him, Harry felt stupid.

"It's Quidditch! It's only the best sport ever!" Ron shouted indignantly, garnering the attention of the adults. Harry glared at a smirking Sirius.

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Sure enough, after the meal, the boys and Ginny gathered outside. They went inside a shed and they showed Harry an assortment of broom sticks. It was rather odd and not as fancy looking as the broom Sirius bought for him.

"Pick one... we'll play three against two. Ginny, you and me, against Fred and George."

"What are the rules?"

Ginny answered, "We're supposed to shoot the ball in those hoops," she pointed at three large of hoops on top of large poles; it was the same on the other side. "In a normal Quidditch game there are more players but since there aren't much of us playing we'll not have seekers." She handed him a broom, "It's not a great broom but it'll do,"

Harry smiled gratefully at her. "So you fly with these?" he whispered, he suspected she was the only one who wouldn't laugh at him for the question. He was right.

She grinned shyly at him and nodded. She then hopped on her own broom and flew off. Harry followed her example, it didn't look too hard.

He was flying.

It was the best feeling ever. It was like breathing. He could feel the wind in his face, his heart racing, his skin tingling, it was exhilarating. Like magic, he couldn't believe he had lived a life without this. Everything, everything seemed fine while he was flying. He didn't even know where he was going, he was just going. There were no boundaries, no rules, no laws; it was just him and the wind. It was like he was born to be on a broom.

"Potter!" Harry heard Ginny yell from a far. He turned and saw she had been chasing after him; he had wandered from the burrow. "You going to daydream or you gonna play?"

She turned back and Harry tailed after her.

The game was fun. It was the greatest game ever, Harry understood why the rest of them reacted the way they did when Harry asked about it. There was nothing Harry could think of that would better Quidditch. He passes the quaffle, to Ginny, she passed it back, he avoided one of the twins, he swerved to the right, he shoots, he scores. It was invigorating.

When the game ended, he felt exhausted. He could feel sweat dripping down his brows. It was an odd thing to feel tired without exerting much effort. Similar to how he would feel tired when practicing magic. There was something about it that made him feel like he'd been running. Magic was more than just wand waving and weird phrases, it was his energy. He didn't fully understand is, but he knew he couldn't live without it.

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A message from TemperedRose:

Thank you for the numerous reviews. School's started and I'm in a bit of a rut with this story so please readers, review and inspire me.

To address a topic that both Yu Sandra13 and RRW and probably other users who previously reviewed about the Dursleys; now I haven't really thought about them being included but with being in a rut and all I've brainstormed about some kind of confrontation with them. So the question is, would you, dear readers, want me to include the Dursleys?

Once again, thank you to all the reviewers. To Aquarius23, that's what I'm going for – believability. It's how I imagine the characters (as JK portrayed them to be) would be like if situations were different. To Kati-Mouse9595, hope this chapter would dry your tears. To flower123, well you'll just have to find out as you read.

So, anyone out there watching the Super Bowl? I don't really follow American games but my brother was curious (since every TV show is featuring it i.e. Glee, HIMYM, etc)...

Anyway... REVIEW!