Sorry about the slow update I've had major writers block! I'm no good at writing just Sirius and Harry bonding so don't expect too much more but I had so much of a blank that I had no idea what to write! Soooo ideas people?

For all my 'Last Marauder' fans, I'm still working on it… Honest. It's just NOT working!

Anyhoo…. REVIEW! Please

"Now." Sirius pulled out a fresh change of clothes for Harry and handed them to the five year old. "The game we are going to play is going to a lot of fun but we have to be very careful." Sirius frowned. He should have waited for Remus to help him explain this.

"Remember how I took you away from your uncle and aunt?"

Harry's eyes widened and he nodded.

"Well, the thing is Harry I wasn't meant to. I'm glad I did! But to everyone else it looks like I stole you."

Harry looked confused.

"This isn't working." Sirius groaned dramatically and Harry laughed.

"Uncle Moony makes more sense!"

"Oh! Traitor! Traitor! You wound me!"

Harry shrieked with laughter as Sirius began to tickle him.

"Let's see if Uncle Remus is still awake, he can add to my horrid explanation."

"He needs sleep." Harry folded his arms and frowned. He looked like James at that moment.

"Yes, I guess you are right." Sirius settled himself on the floor and pulled Harry onto his knee.

"Now, Remus and I are wizards, like you, but not everyone is. What are people who aren't wizards called?"

"Muggles!"

Sirius smiled, Remus had far too much influence over this child. "Good. Now, according to wizards and muggles I did some bad things and was put into prison."

"Did you? Do bad things?"

"No." Sirius tightened his arms around the little boy. "I didn't. So I escaped from prison and rescued Uncle Moony from a bad place too."

"Where the bad people hurted him?"

"Yes." Sirius swallowed. The raw, bleeding state he had found Remus in was still fresh in his memory. "Then we came here and made the house clean and got you. But, when we go out, Harry, we have to pretend so that people can't find us because if they do… If they do then you will be taken back to those horrible Dursley's. I would be sent back to… Prison and Uncle Remus…" Sirius' voice cracked.

"Would he die? Like Mummy and Daddy?" Harry clutched at Sirius' shirt. His eyes were wide with fear.

"Yes, Harry, he probably would. Which means, you and I are playing a game. Today will be a practise one. We will make a better game when Uncle Moony can help, how does that sound?"

Harry nodded. "We have to so the bad men can't get us."

"Exactly. So, you get dressed and I will put some muggle clothes on and think of some new names for us! How does that sound?"

Harry scrambled up and nodded energetically. "It will be pretend!"

"Exactly, Harry! And we will get ice cream!"

"So, who am I?"

"Uncle Max." Harry spoke gravely. "And you are my dad's brother and we are on holidays."

"Good boy." Sirius ruffled the now blond head of his god-son.

"Ready? I am going to hold you while we apparate and you have to remember to call me Uncle Max and I have to remember to call you—"

"Evan!" Harry interrupted loudly.

Sirius smiled. The innocence of the five year old was incredible; to him it was a wonderful game. His smile faded. Maybe Remus was right maybe it was too soon to introduce Harry to a world that hunted them. He looked around the kitchen and pressed his lips together. They couldn't keep a five year old in an old house, away from the world. It was time to risk everything, to take Harry and show him that the outside world was not filled with people who hated him. Sirius hoisted Harry into his arms and stared into the now blue eyes that were disconcertingly like Remus'. Glamour charms had taken care of their appearances, they would not be noticed.

"Ready?"

"Steady!"

Sirius laughed again and with a pop they were gone, leaving the kitchen empty, the house still for the first time since Harry had first laughed

They apparated on a back street in Chelsea, a place that Sirius, James, Remus and… that traitor had used many times. Setting Harry onto the ground Sirius smiled. "Feel ok?"

"I don't like app'rating."

"Apperating." Sirius corrected before crouching down. "Now remember. We are muggles, Evan. Ready to go?"

Harry nodded eagerly and Sirius straightened. He took the small boys and in his own and they stepped onto the street. Harry's eyes were wide as he stared at the people who hurried around him.

"There are lots of people." He sounded surprised

Sirius pressed his lips together for a long time. He hated Petunia with a passion. Harry had lived in London for four years. Four years and he had never seen the streets that crawled with people of all walks of life.

"What first?" Sirius looked down at the little boy at his side. "I think we should find a toy store? And a book store for Uncle Erm…"

"Jack." Harry supplied helpfully.

"Yes, Uncle Jack would like that and then we will go get ice cream! And then we will get food and then go and annoy Uncle Re— Jack."

Harry nodded, he was slightly overwhelmed. There were so many new things.

"We will have to eat all sorts of bad things too." Sirius smiled. "Let's go find a toy store!"

They wound their way through the busy streets and Harry's eyes were huge as he stared at the people who were running through the streets, barely conscious of one another.

"Uncle?"

"Yes, kiddo?"

"There are so many people here!" Harry clutched Sirius' hand tightly.

Sirius laughed. "There are, aren't there."

"Will Uncle Jack come with us next time?"

"No, Kiddo, he won't." Sirius sighed and guided his god-son through the busy street. "He… He doesn't like crowds." The words sounded lame to his own ears. "Why don't we talk about that at home?"

Harry nodded and pointed excitedly at a man who was selling balloons on the street. "Can we get one! Please! Please! Please! I've never had a balloon before!"

Sirius laughed and allowed the boy to pull him across the pavement. "What shape would you like?"

"A doggy?"

The clown grinned. "Ok, kid. Here comes a doggy."

Sirius watched Harry's face closely drinking in the rapt attention the child was paying to the man who was creating magic with rubber and air.

"Here you go, kid."

"Thank you!" Harry stared at the balloon animal in delight.

Sirius handed the man some money. "Thanks." His eyes, his natural brown, were filled with an emotion the clown couldn't recognise and as he ushered Harry away he was aware of curious eyes that followed them until Harry spotted a small, dreary looking bookstore and took great delight in dragging his uncle straight into the store.

Harry pulled at Sirius' hand. "What are we going to get him?"

"I don't know." Sirius laughed. "Let's pick the biggest most expensive books which will annoy him and then we can go."

Harry looked disgusted. It seemed Remus had already ensured the youngest member of their household had an appreciation of books.

"Can I help you?" An elderly man shuffled out and stared curiously at the pair who had disturbed the silence of his store.

"My brother is a great reader." Sirius spoke with ease. "He is somewhat of an invalid and has been ill recently. My nephew and I want to buy him something to cheer him up."

"Has he read Dickens?"

Sirius opened his mouth before closing it and shrugging. "No clue. Have you got any?"

The elderly man looked faintly disgusted before surveying the young man who was obviously well-dressed. "This way. I have first editions or cheaper ones."

"First editions." Sirius spoke swiftly. Remus had been deprived of too much… He needed something that would reach to him, to show him how grateful Sirius was that he was alive. And for Remus, it would be books.

The old man pulled a chain that rattled with keys from his belt and opened a cabinet. "There."

Sirius looked down at Harry.

"What do you think?"

Harry stood on tiptoes before nodding. "Uncle Jack will like them!" He crowed delightedly.

Sirius grinned and peered closely at the titles.

"Which are the best?"

"Most popular?" The old man seemed annoyed at the ignorance of the young man.

Harry was tugging on his hand and Sirius crouched down. "Let's get all of them? Please! Uncle Jack will like that. It will make him feel better."

Sirius ruffled the messy head and smiled. "Sure." He turned back to the shop attendant. "We will take all of them. And pay in cash."

The old man's eyes widened but he didn't argue as he carried the books to the counter and wrapped them carefully in brown paper. His eyes bulged as Sirius handed a thick wad of muggle notes across the counter and gathered the books into his arms. "Thanks. Open to door for me, Evan."

Harry obeyed and waved cheerfully at the still bemused store-keeper.

"That was fun."

"It was, wasn't it." Sirius pulled Harry into a side street and shrunk the stack of books before pocketing them.

"Now, let's find a toy store! And then, I am getting hungry."

"Yes! Ice-cream?"

"Real food first." Sirius winked. "Otherwise Remus will have my hide. This way, your dad and I found the best toy store when you were born, your mum said we nearly bought them out!"

To see the tall man and small boy walking through London's streets you would have thought them a delightful father and son who clearly tourists. The small, blond haired boy tugged at the older man's hand, pointing to various things, his blue eyes wide with excitement his voice loud even above the sounds of the city. The man himself looked as if he couldn't be happier, his brown eyes never left the child and there was a smile hovering at his lips at all times. Passer-by's smiled at them. They were a sight to behold.

It had been seven hours since they had left the house and Sirius knew Remus would be sick with worry. His lips twitched as he glanced down at the now quiet Harry. There were sticky ice cream smudges on his face and his feet were dragging. He still held the balloon tightly but their other purchases had been carefully shrunk and stored in the myriad of pockets that Sirius had sewn into his jacket. A present from Lily.

"Ready to go, Kid? We have everything now, food so we don't starve. New toys, books for the bookworm and catalogue of motorcycles. We can head off."

Harry nodded and brightened. "Will Uncle Remus be better?"

Sirius glanced around anxiously but no wizards descended on them. "The game." He reminded as he scooped the five year old into his arms. "But hopefully he will be better." He glanced around and before vanishing into a side street. "Hold on tight, kid. One, two, three." They vanished and a cat hissed loudly at the soft pop that carried them away.

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