Something had struck in Harry's memory. Nott…that sounded familiar. His stomach churned as Sirius rang the doorbell. Nott…. Where had he heard that name?

The door swung open. A little girl was standing there. She was a chubby blonde and in a ballerina outfit.

"Who are you." She said in a tiny childish voice.

"And this must be Lisa." Sirius said, crunching down to her level. "Can you go get your daddy?"

"Okay." She said. She shuffled back a few paces before screaming: "DADDY! SOMEBODY'S AT THE DOOR AND HE'S TALL."

Harry laughed. A man walked down a rickety staircase. He too was a little overweight and blonde.

"Lisa go play Barbies downstairs." He said to her.

"Okay daddy. But if Dougie ripped of their heads again, can I smack him."

"Girl power." The man said. "You go show him that."

"All right." She said and ran like a "ballerina" away from the door.

The man now looked at Sirius.

"A sight for sore eyes!" He said and gave him a hug. Looked at the man. Who was he?

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Harry slept that night in Quentin's son Dougie's room. Dougie was (go figure) blonde and overweight. But he was nice. He had bunk beds so Harry slept on the top and Doug slept on the bottom.

"Do you like Packman?" Dougie asked Harry at dinner.

"What's that?"

"Never mind." He said. "I guess you don't have it in London."

"Well, I'll bet we do, but, I'm not from London."

"Where are you from then."

"Surrey." Harry said.

"Never heard of it."

"It's rather small." Harry said with a shrug.

"You have any Magic cards?"

"Any WHAT?" Harry said. His voice cracked.

"Magic cards." He whipped out a huge stack of cards from his pocket and showed them to Harry. "It's a trading game. Never mind. You want to play on the computer?"

"Not really, I have some things I should do, actually." Harry lied.

"Like what?" Doug asked, sensing the lie.

Harry groped around in his mind. "Homework."

Sirius heard.

"Har- COLIN. I thought you were excused from homework." He said.

"Not from it all." Harry said. "I still have some- er- ALGEBRA- I need to be doing."

Quentin had lost his wand a long time ago. He had done something very serious (A/N: I can't think of anything right now) and it had been snapped in half. He had married a muggle named Nancy and he had never told her about his school days. Sirius had warned Harry as he washed up for dinner.

"Algebra."

"Yes." Harry said. "I'd better get going on that, eh?"

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The next day Harry and Sirius went to the Chicago Police. There was a desk in front of the office where a receptionist was working. Harry and Sirius approached her.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" Sirius said. She looked up. "Me and my son here need to talk with an officer."

She looked at Harry now. She glanced at the bright yellow sweatshirt that said "BONG" on it and said simply, "Drug tests are at the Courthouse."

"Excuse me?" Harry said loudly.

"I'm Sam Black and this is my son, Colin. We have an appointment." Sirius said.

The lady looked in her binder full of appointments and blushed. "So sorry, Mr. Black. They are waiting for you. Go down that hall, the third door on the left."

"Thank you." Sirius said and grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him down the hall.

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"Now, we'll start with his chin."

"His chin?"

"Yes. Was his chin rounded or pointy?"

"It was pointed." Harry decided matter of factly. There was some scratching on paper.

"Now, his skin below his lips. Did he have a beard? Any blemishes? A mole?"

"Nothing." Harry said.

The lady in front of him was drawing Voldemort. She never once looked up at Harry throughout the entire ordeal.

"Okay. The frame of his face. Wide? Thin? Curved? Shaped like a heart? Cowlick?"

"Thin, pointy, high cheek bones." Harry said

"All right." She said. "Now tell me about his nose."

"Okay." Harry said. HE thought back. "It's flat, thin and long, shaped a little like a snakes. Does that make sense?"

"Perfectly." The woman said. "Tell me about his eyebrows."

"Um- can I see the picture?"

"Sure." She turned around her easel around. Harry looked at it. It did resemble him- a little.

"His nose was longer and his face wasn't quite that thin."

"Okay." She flipped her pencil around in her hands and erased for a moment. "Eyebrows now, please."

"Medium sized, pointed and bushy towards the middle. The don't curve to much."

"Okay." She said, still not looking up. "Eyes."

Sirius was watching Harry closely. He closed his eyes for a moment and shuddered. Without opening his eyes he said, "Thin, long and sunken in. Pupils are barely there. Like a snake."

"Now hair."

"He's bald."

The woman took a deep breath and began scribbling some more. "Now, is this what he looked like?" She turned around her easel for Harry to see.

He gulped and nodded. Sirius hadnt planned on looking at the drawing. But he did. And what he saw was the most awful, repulsive looking face in the world. It was like looking at all his fears combined and that was really saying something.

"H- Colin." Sirius said and reached out his hand to his. Harry looked at Sirius with hard eyes.

"I'm fine." He said. "Just fine."

"Okay."

The police officer cut in right then. "Now, how do you spell his name again, Colin?"

"V-o-l-d-e-m-o-r-t." Harry said.

"That's a strange name."

"His real name is Tom Riddle. Nobody calls him that though."

"We'll just stick to Voldemort then."

"Yes."
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Sirius and Harry went out to lunch after that. Neither of them said very much until they ordered.

"Harry, I need to talk to you." Sirius said and at the exact same second Harry said, "Sirius, I need to talk to you."

They laughed and said together, "You first."

"I'll go first." Sirius said.

"All right." Harry said.

"Well, it has to do with a certain teacher of yours." Sirius said.

"A- a teacher?" Harry said. "Who cares about the teachers?"

"I do." Sirius said. "And I know somewhere you do too, now don't interrupt me anymore just listen for a-"

"I'll interrupt you when I want to."

Sirius looked at him piercingly. "Just listen- don't talk. I'm not joking around."

Harry didn't say anything.

"Do you understand."

Harry looked at him.

"Well answer me!"

Harry mouthed, 'I can't talk.'

Sirius rolled his eyes. "You're strange. But on with the conversation."

Harry nodded.

"It's about your Defense teacher." Sirius took a deep breath. Harry couldn't resist saying:

"I don't need to worry about him, Sirius. He was captured."

"Don't talk about that!" Sirius said. "I know he was captured and you don't think I don't kick myself about not killing Peter everyday?"

"What do they have anything to do with each other?" Harry said. "Well, they are both rats, but that's beside the point."

Harry expected Sirius to laugh. He didn't though. He glared at Harry. "I don't think you know what you are saying."

"I think I do." Harry said. "I know all about him, and I don't like him."

"You know all about him?"

"Yes, Sirius. He's my own * precious father * back from the dead."

"Well that was nice!"

"Why should I be nice to him?"

" Because."

"Because why?" Harry asked. "I want reasons. I want detailed reasons for why he abandoned me at the Dursley's house for 11 years."

"He didn't mean too." Sirius said.

"Oh!" Harry said. "I see how it is. 'Whoops! Aww crap, I accidentally dropped Harry on his relative's front door in the middle of the night. Well, I can't take 3 seconds to pick him up now, can I? I'd better just leave him here…"

"Okay so you do have a point!" Sirius said. "But he's back now."

"And I'm damned if I say 'oh daddy! I love you. Let's go home and live happily ever after.'"

"Why not?"

"Because I hate him!" Harry said. "He's an asshole."

"You're an asshole too, Harry." Sirius said and avoided his eyes.

"Yes, but I have the right to be one!" Harry shot back.

"Well Harry, he's not going back now." Sirius said. "He's in public again and he doesn't want to go back to where he came from."

"You mean under that rock?"

Sirius thought about this for a second and then, understanding what Harry meant, frowned at his godson.

"Maybe you should try being nicer."

"Maybe I shouldn't." Harry said. "Plus, even if I was nice to him, there would be nothing I could do about it. He's gone."

"Gone." Sirius said slowly. "Why was he captured."

"Peter." Harry said.

"Do you know anything about this?" Sirius said. "Harry, you've got to tell me!"

"No." Harry said, not looking at him. "I don't know anything."

"Don't lie to me!" Sirius said. "I know you have those dreams, and I know their true Harry."

"Look," Harry said. "Just drop it. I have something more important to tell you."

"What's more important than this?"

"Well the person we're staying with is a death eater for one."

Sirius looked at Harry for a moment and burst out laughing. "You think you're smart, don't you 007."

"What?" Harry said. "All I know is that there is a D. E. and his last name is Nott. That isn't very common name."

"Okay, you have a little point, but it's not much of one." Sirius said. "But I know who you're talking about. Quentin's younger brother. That's why Quentin lost his wand. You see they look a like and Quentin got blamed for doing some D. E. things. So they snapped his wand and he was banished."

"What's the younger brother's name?"

"Walter. But everybody calls him Wal."

Harry and Sirius snickered.

"So I was just freaking out about nothing?"

"You have the right to freak out Harry." Sirius said. His eyes glinted as he added, "And you freaked out over nothing."

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