!HAPPY NEW YEAR!

So did everyone get perfect eyesight? Get it? 2020? Ain't i punny!

[a/n0]Sad but all too possible was the main theme of #35 Interesting was magitech's view being Harry as much to blame, and not approving of the Dursleys' ends.

[a/n]Luiz4200 #26. I believe it was both Harrys. Was it just to frame Snape or did Harry have an issue with Remus? Also, what would this Harry do with Sirius?

Harry Does Different CCLXXXVI

Evile Moste Secrete II

Weeks had passed since Professor Snape had been sent to Azkaban for poisoning Professor Lupin. DADA was getting great as its teacher recovered. He was still in a wheelchair, but his voice and vision were back to normal. Potions was initially rocky, as no one really taught it well. Slytherins were utterly unhappy. Both issues improved immensely with the arrival of reinstated Professor Horace Slughorn who claimed both rolls vacated by the convicted poisoner. Harry found him a good teacher, but something about the man called to mind Gilderoy Lockhart. And, though still thrilled with the hated professor's incarceration, he'd not been sleeping too well for the past few days.

"Fool boy." Harry grumbled at his alter ego. He sat up in the luxurious 4-poster and grinned at the feeling of freedom of full control "Leaving that Marauders' Map to languish in a trunk." He felt the Weasley Twins were fools to waste such a powerful tome. Then again, in his hands. Scanning through, his eyes fell on a not entirely unexpected name.

Padfoot barked urgently at the portrait guarding the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room. Seeking entrance.

"Not the correct password" the sadly nicknamed woman declared in a voice meant for opera. She was rather surprised at getting pushed aside.

Padfoot yipped in surprise. And again when a flash came from the short corridor. Even moreso when Imperio struck him.

"Move it, mutt." Harry Potter ordered coldly, still pointing his wand at the dog "Get in the broom closet around the corner. That way. Go."

Under the Unforgivable and at the wrong end of a wand, Padfoot complied.

Harry followed, entered the closet, sealed the door with a locking spell, lifted the Imperius and commanded "Right, Black, let's see the real you before I kill you."

"You know, Harry" a gaunt scraggly man replaced the animal "casting Unforgivables at people can get you locked up."

The boy snorted "Go on, tell Mad-Eye all about it. I'll probably get an OOM for catching Voldemort's number two."

"You do have me at a disadvantage." Sirius held up his hands, but couldn't help smiling "You look just like James except for Lily's eyes. I'm impressed you got the drop on me."

Harry flipped open his Map "I had an advantage."

"Remarkable!" the escapee was delighted "Can't believe it! Lost it to Filch early Seventh-!"

Harry cut him off "Ahh! Ahh! Stay back. So you're one of the creators? That means my Dad was another. So it really does belong to me. Lupin's another. Then the guy you blew up in the street, Pettigrew."

"Padfoot at your service." Sirius gave a half-bow without moving his hands "Harry, I did not betray your parents to Voldemort. We were all tricked by Pettigrew, who is a Death Eater."

The boy raised an eyebrow "Is? You mean was. You killed him."

"Open the Map to the Third Year Gryffindor boys' dorm." Instructed the haggard man "Look at your friend Ron's dot. What do you see?"

Wand and one eye on his prisoner, Harry scanned through the paper. Disbelief flashed "The Map is lying? Does it show dead people too?"

"The Map NEVER lies!" Sirius almost dropped his hands in his urgency, but shot them high at the youngster's gesture observing "You might LOOK like James, but you act so like Lils."

Harry's eyes narrowed and he threatened "Don't try to work my sympathy. Moody also showed us Crucio. Now explain and keep it short or I'll just find a Dementor."

"You have quite the mean streak." Sirius offered with a nervous laugh and a shudder "Right. That night, I handed you off to Hagrid who took you to Dumbledore. Then I went after Pettigrew…Wormtail if you like…don't know what your friend calls him. We exchanged a couple of spells then the street exploded. He'd cut off his own finger, transformed to his rat and got away. Next thing I know I'm facing Crouch for a hearing, only he sent me straight to Azkaban. It was only Padfoot and actually being innocent …at least of betrayal… kept me sane. Saw Peter with your friend in The Prophet."

Harry nodded "It tracks. Even logical. Well as far as this insane world gets. If …and I mean IF… I really buy this, what would you want to do?"

"Walk into your dorm and Avada that backstabbing rat." The escapee answered.

Harry's face twisted in annoyance "I'm guessing you were the fartbag member of your group. Pettigrew is more useful alive, at least for now. And a living godfather is more useful to me than a dead one. Here's what we'll do, I'll take you up there, you yank Ron out of bed and I'll stun Scabbers. Assuming he's really Pettigrew, you're cleared. If you're lying… well… you'll live just long enough for someone to get a Dementor. No, I take that back. I'll Avada you myself."

"What someone did to make you so harsh is a sin." Said Sirius sadly "And I'd rather catch him myself."

Harry gestured him out the broom closet and made a disgusted sound "Wouldn't trust you with a wand and have you ever met my loving auntie? Well her lardass husband is a million times worse, besides a million pounds fatter."

"Petunia raised you!" he was scandalized "I'm so sorry Harry. And no, can't say I know the husband. But yeah, that's the first thing we'll make right."

The boy sneered "Apology doesn't help. Revenge is sweeter. Especially if you can get the system to give it to you."

"We'll talk all this through later." Sirius promised earnestly "Including me righting my failures as your Godfather."

Abcij

Harry woke in a haze of dull pain "Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Anyone get the number of that Hippogryff?"

"Wazzat mate?" asked Ron.

Hermione smothered him in tears and a stifling hug "Are you crazy! Going after Black like that?"

"Black?" Harry asked in confusion "No. Sirius? Wait. I had the strangest dream. I caught him, then me and a grim attacked you, Ron. And then killed Scabbers."

While Madam Pomfrey shoved a potion down his throat, Remus…shakily on his feet…explained "Just a bit of shock I assume. Your facts are basically right, Harry. You DID capture Sirius. Quite ruthlessly in fact, he was impressed. I can't thank you enough for that. He's an animagus. So was another friend of ours. Peter hid as your friend's rat for a dozen years. You and Sirius did indeed storm the tower, he yanked Mr. Weasley out of bed-"

Ron glared "Right rude there, mate. Couldn't think of an easier way to wake a man?"

"You stunned Scabbers before he could do anything." Remus was grinning "And I suppose the whole experience was too much for you. You fainted."

Harry batted himself on the temple a couple times "Like it was all a dream. Nightmare. I really did all that? Guess I'm better'n I thought. So, if Sirius really is innocent where is he now."

"Well, yes, not that he wouldn't want to be here to see you awake." Offered Remus rather sheepishly "There is the matter of the courts. Your friendly pup is in an unused classroom that has been secured with every spell known. To both satisfy the powers that be and frankly for his own safety. You have righted a great wrong and gave me back my friend. Thank you Harry."

Only half-heard during the summary, Ron complained "Pup? Bloody monster is what it was."

"Ronald!" Hermione had nudged him in the ribs.

Abcij

Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge was speaking from his podium before the entire Wizengamot, assembled press and over the Wireless "Peter Pettigrew, I hereby revoke your Order of Merlin and sentence you to be thrown through The Veil, this very day. You are a coward, liar and traitor. Sirius Black, on behalf of The Ministry, I wish to apologize for the actions …and inactions… of my predecessor which led to your unjust incarceration. You are fully restored to your title as Duke of House Black, membership in the Wizengamot and offered GG1,000,000 as compensation. Wizards and witches, this session is concluded."

"My sincerest congratulations my boy." The Headmaster and Supreme Mugwump offered heartily "And, please forgive me, there is one important matter I must address. What are your intentions toward young Harry?"

The boy's enthusiasm and celebratory mood seemed to vanish in an instant, but the pair of Marauders squeezed each shoulder as Sirius answered "Well, after final exams, we'll spend a day or two inspecting the refurbished Black estate in London. Then maybe a month or more just lazing all around Europe, America too maybe. Make up for the dozen birthdays I missed."

Dumbledore sighed "Would that it were that simple. Harry simply MUST spend time with his family. It is VITAL for his safety."

"I am." declared Harry, surprising himself "Since my Mum and Dad are dead, he's my Father. And maybe you didn't know, but I'm near as much Black as him."

With a disappointed look Dumbledore argued "I cannot stress enough the importance of spending time with your aunt, Harry."

"Well, Albus" countered Harry with undisguised hostility "Petunia may be my Mother's sister, but she's been a right horsefaced bitch to me all my life. If I never see her again it'll be 27 minutes too soon."

Remus nudged him a bit and scolded "Shouldn't speak disrespectfully, Harry."

"You are Harry's Headmaster." Sirius acknowledged, a little begrudgingly "BUT in non-school matters I will determine what is best for Harry until he comes of age. Good day sir. Come on Harry, let's go gather some friends and have a well-earned blowout."

Deep in that tiny corner the real Harry grinned wickedly. His takeover of the fool boy hadn't even been suspected, and increased his power enormously. One of his enemies was solidly dead. While Black held power, it was in name only. Harry had the levers to manipulate the man. A James smile or a Lily fit of righteousness. And, through him, well… there was time to learn just how much influence he had. Lupin? Well, might've been better dead of silver poisoning. Let them celebrate, soon everyone would pay.