AN: Hey there, another chapter. This one comes from an idea given to me by a J.F.C, thank you for the idea! :) I apologise for all those who feel as if I'm being extra cruel to poor Siri, but even in Canon it's blatantly obvious he never had a happy life, except with James, Peter and Remus...I just embellish that. Anyways, enjoy and keep reviewing the ones I have so far have made me extremely happy, I cannot tell you how much they have made me smile and I am even happier that I am giving you all so much joy. (FYI: The Italics in the first part of this chapter are Memory.)

We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.- Kenji Miyazawa

Sirius sat on his bed as the door opened to reveal a very drunk Orion and an even worse Lucius. Both men stared at him, their grey eyes cold and hard, Lucius smiled slyly. "Are you sure about this Orion?" He asked, swaying slightly where he stood.

Orion took one look at his eldest son and sneered in disgust. "Do what you will...he's a filthy Bloodtraitor and no son of mine. Besides, he's gay already, I am sure he will enjoy it."

"He does look a little like her..." Lucius muttered, slowly moving forward.

Sirius frowned. "I'm not gay!" He said defensively. "And what are you doing in my room?"

"Shut it boy!" Orion snapped furiously, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "You are so useless at everything your mother is convinced you're a squib, much to our shame...the least you can do is provide some menial entertainment for your cousins betrothed. Now, shut up and spread your legs like a good little whore and be thankful Lucius here is willing to touch you because no one else ever will..."

Sirius' eyes widened in shock, his mouth fell open. "Y-You...are you...? No! No...I won't let him...Father...!" He made to stand but Lucius grabbed his arm, pushing him back onto the bed. "Get the fuck off of me!" He shouted and began struggling violently as hands tried to divest him of his clothing. He didn't see Lucius raise his hand, but he felt pain explode in the side of his face and blood fill his mouth, he gasped and went still, gazing at his father who stood at the door, stroking his moustache. "F-Father..." He whispered. "Why?"

"Why? You ask why? Your mother has done nothing but weep since the day you were sorted into Gryffindor! You have been nothing but a burden and a shame upon this entire house...You are lazy, stupid and your magical skills are pathetic! Your brother is worth ten thousand of you and so the only thing you're really good at is this...now, please him before he marries your cousin and maybe you may have some worth." He walked away leaving his son to the mercy of Lucius Malfoy. Sirius turned his head slowly to gaze up into those cold grey eyes, his hands shook as he tried to push Malfoy off of him, and when he went for his wand there was a bang and he felt heat sear his cheek as the spell opened up the skin, blood spattered the sheets and he stilled as his wand was ripped from his limp fingers and thrown away.

"No more fighting, Black...I'll have my way with you, because your cousin is too precious to be treated like this." He smiled evilly and watched Sirius struggle weakly as he pinned his arms above his head. "Now now, keep struggling and it will hurt even worse."

"No...no please...I-I don't...I don't want this..." Sirius muttered frantically.

"What you want has no bearing on me, boy...you like it don't you? Your father told me you like to let that skinny little friend of yours take you...Is that not so?" Lucius leaned down, grinning maliciously.

"No." Sirius whispered. "It's not like that! James is...he-he...he's different! He needs me...He likes me! Please stop!"

"Don't be ridiculous, Black, no one will ever like you...you are attractive, yes, but how can anyone ever develop feelings for a pathetic, stupid Squib, hmm?" He grinned when Sirius stopped moving, he lay on his side, trapped by Lucius' arms on either side of his head as he curled himself determinedly into a very tight ball.

He's right. Sirius thought as cold hands slipped beneath his t-shirt. James doesn't love me...he wants Evans...no one will ever love me... He let himself be rolled onto his back, Lucius' hands now sliding down his chest and into his jeans, he lay there, looking up at the ceiling and swallowing his fears. He was useless...his father had always told him so, in fact, the whole family thought him to be useless. He had always got reasonable grades in his lessons, but Evans had always been there to outshine him and when he tried to work magic at home, his father or mother would scream at him and he would lose his concentration.

The entire experience was agony, his body ached as Lucius held him down and moved roughly. He tried to close his eyes but was told to leave them open, so he lay still, letting Malfoy look into his eyes as he used him.

"What's wrong with him?"

Sirius could hear the voices, but seemed incapable of movement or sound, so he lay still and listened.

"We are not entirely sure Harry, we have been forced to contact the Ministry, there was no helping it. Only an Unspeakable will have studied Time enough to perhaps discover what is wrong."

"B-But..."

"Harry I promise you that I will do everything I can to keep him safe, do you understand?"

There was silence so Sirius assumed he must have nodded. When the silence continued Sirius tried to move his arm, it was as if he had been filled with lead and it was slow work to simply get his fingers to move.

"Professor?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"W-What will...what will happen? I mean, if the Ministry do take him?"

There was a sigh from Dumbledore. "I believe that they will wish to discover how he managed to pass into the future, they will test him...I do not know how, but they may assume he has strange new powers..."

"But he doesn't...he's just Sirius..." Harry replied.

"We know this, but they will not be convinced until-..." Dumbledore was cut off as the doors slammed open revealing the Minister for Magic himself, followed by two Auror's. "Why, Mr. Scrimgeour, to what do we owe the pleasure?" Dumbledore said calmly. Sirius felt a tingle of fear in his stomach and began desperately trying to move his body.

"Dumbledore, I apologise for dropping in like this but our situation is grave..." He paused as Sirius began working his wrists, trying to make himself feel something.

"Harry is trustworthy, Rufus." Dumbledore said politely.

"Very well..." His voice was tight. "We have had to release Lucius Malfoy from Azkaban..."

"What?" Harry gasped.

"Come, Rufus, shall we discuss this somewhere else?" Dumbledore said quietly.

At the name Malfoy Sirius managed to force his eyes open and he found himself staring up at the ceiling of the Hospital Wing, quickly he struggled to sit up. "Sirius!" Harry moved to his side. "Are you alright?"

"Y-Yeah..." Sirius rasped, he looked over at Dumbledore and the Minister. He blinked slowly. "Malfoy's out?" he asked roughly, swinging his legs out of bed. "Why?"

Rufus looked uncomfortable. "Someone misplaced the witness statements and testimonies...his trial was thrown out due to lack of evidence...we have not even been able to question him properly using Veriteserum."

Sirius' tongue darted out and licked his lips. "This is...to do with me...isn't it?" He rasped, clearing his throat with a wince.

"It is." Rufus strode forward and thrust a piece of parchment at Sirius. "We had no choice, boy, Malfoy's are a powerful family, Death Eaters or no."

Sirius gazed at the white wax seal and swallowed the lump in his throat, slowly he pulled open the letter and began reading its contents.

"What does it say?" Harry asked, moving to Sirius' side. He reached out to place a hand on his shoulder but Sirius shook his head and looked up.

"The Malfoy's want custody of me." He said in a hoarse whisper. "And it looks like they're going to get it..." He sighed and crumpled the paper in his fist. "Narcissa is my cousin, she has every right to file for my custody...and I'm not old enough to refuse."

"But...but...how...?" Harry glanced at the Minister and saw him shrug.

Dumbledore frowned down at the letter for a long time before speaking. "Minister, we must do everything in our power to prevent this."

"We can't do a thing, Albus. You know as well as I do that the old laws protect the old families. The boy is a Black and people will expect him to be placed under the guardianship of his relatives. He is the last of a powerful pureblood line, and will need to be protected."

Sirius pulled a disgusted face but said nothing. Harry frowned, looking from one person to the other. "Can't anyone else counter claim?" He said suddenly, thinking of Muggle courts. "I mean, can't someone else try to gain custody...?"

"There isn't anyone..." Sirius began slowly but his expression changed rapidly and he looked up. "Andromeda." He said, eyes wide. "Andromeda Black! She's the eldest, she has more right than Narcissa."

"You mean Tonks' mum?" Harry asked, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, that'd work, wouldn't it?"

"It's worth a try..." The minister said dubiously. "You'll have to contact her."

"Nymphadora is stationed in Hogsmeade, I am sure she will take a message back to her mother." Dumbledore said calmly.

Sirius was kept in for observation and it was a few days before they received more news, Dumbledore came in with a man all in black on his heels. Sirius struggled into a sitting position and watched them both draw closer to his bedside. "Sirius, how do you feel?"

"Fine, I guess. I haven't had another attack for a while...who's this?" He nodded towards the man, he was stooped, a bit like a hunchback and seemed to cling to the shadows as if allergic to the light. His face was pale, and he had an unhealthy look to his pinched skin, his eyes, however, were as blue as summer skies and his hair as grey as steel.

"This man is Hart Smith, an Unspeakable from the Department of Mysteries. He has come here to see you and see if he can find out what is wrong."

"Ok." Sirius nodded and Hart Smith stepped closer, inspecting him with narrowed, shrewd eyes.

"Looks healthy enough t'me, 'edmaster." He said, his voice low and rough as if he didn't use it very often. "Stand up, kid and lemme take a gander."

Sirius did as instructed, letting the man draw his wand and sweep it over him, muttering slowly. A gentle tingle ran across his skin but he held still until Hart had finished. "Well?" He asked.

"Hmm...I see...most interesting, most interesting indeed." The man was looking at Sirius with the kind of fascination a scientist would have when he discovered some new Molecule. "'e's perfectly healthy, Dumbledore." He said, turning to the Headmaster.

"I see...then why do you think he is having these headaches and visions?"

"Because 'is body was adjustin'. He's not from our time, so 'is body was needin' a bit o' fine tunin' so ta speak." He gave Sirius a glance. "There aint no way to send 'im back, 'edmaster, 'e's stuck fer good."

Sirius sat down suddenly, his fingers twisting the blanket beneath him. "I-I'll...never get to go back?" He asked slowly.

"Tha's what I said."

That night Sirius waited until the lamps had been turned down and night descended before sliding silently out of bed and slipping on a dressing gown, he snuck from the Hospital Wing as quietly as a cat, glancing behind him every so often. When he reached the doors he pushed them open, wincing as they squeaked a little, but after checking once more for any sign he had been spotted he slipped easily out into the Entrance hall. His bare feet curled up on the cold stone but he ignored it as he wandered through the silent castle, the familiar walls and passage ways giving him some comfort as he felt his chest clench painfully. He would never again feel James' lips, he would never again see him smile or hear his laugh...he closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

He had no idea where he was going, he just needed to get away, to hide himself in the familiarity of his only real home, to comfort himself with the rough stone beneath his fingers and the cool breeze sweeping in from the grounds. Without thought of where his feet were taking him he found himself back in the Entrance Hall, he gazed at the huge front doors and made his way towards them, gently he pushed them open, finding them unlocked. He stepped into the grounds and began slowly making his way across the dew soaked grass towards the faint silhouette of Hagrid's hut. The forest loomed out of the gloom as he left the light of the castle behind, the wind was chill as it blew off of the surrounding mountains and whipped his hair around his face, but he could easily ignore it. He trotted across the grass, slipping silently past Hagrid's hut like a shadow amongst shadows until he reached the edge of the forest and the Whomping Willow. With a muttered spell the willow stilled its waving branches and he changed into the form of a dog before running towards the dark hole between the trees roots.

Harry had been sat up in bed, gazing down at his Advanced Potion Making book when he had had the sudden urge to look at the marauders map...he got it out of his trunk and opened it, tapping his wand and muttering the words. He scanned it with a frown and suddenly spotted the tiny dot labelled 'Sirius Black' walking towards the Whomping Willow where he promptly disappeared. Without another though Harry stood, threw on a dressing gown and slippers and the Invisibility Cloak before leaving his sleeping dorm mates.

Sirius sat curled in a corner, his eyes glued to a spot upon the dusty floor that had several deep gouges from claws. He was shivering in the cold as the wind howled around the shack, making the ancient building creak and murmur like a living thing. He was remembering, his head full of boyish laughter, soft whispers of planned excursions as they all sat around in the dark with their wands lit and they told each other scary stories. He could almost hear James recounting a story about a Vampire and a Werewolf when Peter had become so afraid he had turned into his rat form and run up James' sleeve. He remembered sitting against the wall, waiting for the moon to rise with Remus staring out the window, he could feel the atmosphere of love and friendship and the deep bonds they had all shared. Something outside the shack banged loudly, making Sirius blink and straighten, he gazed around and saw Harry climbing from the hole, he looked at Sirius, looking vulnerable as he sat with his back against the wall and his knees drawn to his chest. Dust had settled into his hair, making it look grey in Harry's wandlight, he stepped forward and saw Sirius' feet were bare, his hands had splinters in them and his pyjama's were stained with mud and grass, dirt smudged one cheek and those silver eyes gleamed in the dim light as Harry crouched down. "Are you cold?" He asked and handed Sirius his own dressing gown.

"No...I'm fine." Sirius muttered, gently pushing the garment back into Harry's hand.

"I-Is it the Guardianship thing?" Harry asked as he sat down at Sirius' side, the boy nodded slowly, his face darkening. "Don't worry, Andromeda will make sure Lucius doesn't get you...I'm sure of it."

"No...no she won't. She disgraced herself by Marrying that Ted Tonks...that Muggle. No one will pay attention to her...oh they'll give her a chance to speak, but they won't give her custody. Purebloods, after all, must stick together..." He sighed and ran fingers through his hair, dislodging the dust. "I'll be trapped...like I was before the Potters took me...I was trapped a-and lonely..." He buried his face in his knees. "Harry...I don't...I don't want to be alone again...without James, without Remus...without..." he took a slow breath. "You." He finished in a whisper.