Chapter Three

Disclaimer: I don't own nothing to do with Harry Potter. All of the characters and stuff belong to JKR, except one of them in this chapter.

Also: All of those who keep complaining about cliffhangers, I just find it a way to keep people reading. I don't really plan on taking them out, I don't like ending a chapter on something boring.

Harry glared at the television as if it was insane. Sirius Black! His godfather, close friend, confident, was being dragged back to Azkaban in a matter of hours! Harry didn't know what to do; the Dursley's were a few blocks away but how could he get there fast enough?

"There was also traces of a pool of strange blood in one of the rooms, authorities insist that Black must have attacked someone."

Behind the scene on the television, the Dursley's car pulled up and the three of them stared in awe. They got out of the car and were mauled by reporters. Harry just blinked. He was almost positive that it couldn't be Sirius, those eyes were cold and filled with hatred.

"Mr. Dursley! How does it feel to know that one of the world's most dangerous criminals was inside your house?" asked the reporter while jotting down notes. Vernon was fuming, his face was bright read.

"Potter!" Is all he grumbled before dragging his family back in the car and driving away.

Harry watched this and shrugged, until he saw something that caught his eye; a figure dressed in black, torn robes was lurking in the shadows. It seemed to be looking directly at Harry, Harry realized this figure was the one last night! Why were they taking away his godfather when the real criminal was right there?

Suddenly, a black cloud of smoke engulfed the entire screen, the camera fell to the ground and Harry saw no more. He could only pray that Sirius was safe, as he grabbed his bags and broom stick, ran down the stairs of the motel and out the door again.

"Mr. Potter, is it?" called the man from the register. "Some officials are here to see you."

Harry noticed, out of the corner of his eye, two muggle police officers. They didn't look very happy either. Harry ignored them and burst out the door; he needed to find Sirius! The muggles; however, didn't seem to find this amusing. They ran right behind Harry, yelling out certain things as if expecting him just to stop.

"Just great." Harry thought to himself while dodging a passerby. "Now the police are after me as well."

Harry paused for a moment, glancing around the busy street. A bus was around the corner, he jumped inside and the doors closed at the officers, Harry sighed in relief. The bus started down the streets and the two officers just looked around in confusion, unaware where Harry had went. He walked slowly to the back of the bus and tried to avoid the driver, realizing he had no money left in his now tattered clothing pockets. Harry took a seat next to a strange man, with no hair, strange, very thick and twisted glass, and an unusual snarl. The man looked almost shocked. He blinked, then blinked again.

"Could you be-" he started under his breath. "The Harry Potter?"

Harry paused. He didn't know what to say, who could this be? The man noticed his confusion and shook his head.

"We must get off this bus at once." He said darkly, in barely a whisper. "It's not safe for a young wizard as yourself."

Harry didn't have any choice, the man grabbed his arm and pulled Harry to the front of the bus. The odd character dropped the money for the bus ride, for both himself and Harry, and leaped out of the bus. He dragged Harry along with him, into a dark alley. They continued running, until in the inner heart of the city. The man started pacing around, Harry noticed they were no where near any muggles.

"W-Who're you? Where are we?" Harry finally blurted out. The figure just smiled a weird sort of smile, and stopped pacing around to glance over Harry.

"Ah yes, you have grown to be a fine young man Harry. We are in the most inner part of the city; wizards everywhere meet here. It's been enchanted; so don't worry about muggles now." He paused and grew a large, unstraight smile. "My name is Marcus Black."

Harry paused and looked at him with confusion. Marcus Black?

Marcus chuckled and straightened his odd glasses. "Yes Harry, your godfather's brother."

Harry gaped at him once again. "H-How did- Where have-" Harry started but to no avail, Marcus chuckled again and ran a hand through his uneven black hair.

"I've been watching out for you, Harry. Even if Dumbledore insists you stay with muggles, I don't trust them. And good thing too, that Darkness Wizard almost had you."

Harry blinked again. "Darkness wizard?" he repeated, sounding stupid. Marcus just grinned, a strange grin.

"Never mind that, let's find my brother again shall we?" the man said in an unusually playful tone. Harry nodded slowly, he was now so full of questions he couldn't keep them to himself. Harry shrugged it off and nodded, following the figure closely.

The man guided Harry along a few paths, the bright day sky seemed to get more hidden and scathed after every step. Harry noticed that half of the man's ear was ripped off, and a small earring hung from the remainder. Harry shuddered and continued walking while looking at the scenery of dark corridors and a maze full of alleys. Even though his brain was warning him to back away, his heart was trusting Marcus, and Harry continued walking. After what seemed like hours, they entered a small building.

Inside, Harry was shocked. The walls were patterned with mirrors on every angle, direction, size or shape. It was like being in a fun house, but one thing was wrong with these mirrors. Each of them had a picture in them, not just a reflection. Looking closer, Harry realized that each of these pictures were of the Dursley's house and it's surrounding.

"Like I said, I've been keeping a close eye on those muggles, Harry." He grinned again and pointed to one of the screens. There was the reporter, who looked very confused. "I reckon that memory charm should keep them occupied for a while, none of em remember a thing."

Harry looked slightly relieved, but realized something. Sirius was nowhere to be found in any of the mirrors, nor the strange figure.

"Um. Marcus? Where is Sirius?" Harry asked while glancing over the mirrors. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and surely enough the ragged figure of Sirius was right behind him. Harry smiled now, and looked between the two. Although they did look quite different, there was something similar between the two.

"Hello again, Harry, brother." He said simply, gesturing between the two. Harry noticed that he had many slices through his robe and was bleeding on his shoulder.

"What happened?" asked Marcus simply. Harry nodded in agreement. Sirius shook his head.

"Did you explain to him about the Dark Wizards yet?" he asked, not wanting to start on the topic about his arm just yet. Marcus shook his head, and Sirius sighed.

"Well Harry, when I arrived at the Dursley's household, I was afraid it was too late. You weren't inside, but luckily you escaped." He started while rubbing his arm. "A wizard wearing dark robes and with gleaming red eyes was about to kidnap you, correct?"

Harry nodded slowly. Sirius frowned. "That wizard belongs to a clan of dark magic that have just risen to power. They try to find strong wizards and sacrifice them; a new breed of magic. Harry, this magic is known as the Secrets of Darkness. They want you, Harry"