"I think that if we have the guy run into a pole at full speed, it'll just be better." Sirius said, and he was being serious. This was his job, and there was no joke about it.

            "I still don't get it."

            "Look, we have a guy put on the shoes and run incredibly fast. He turns a corner and hits the pole. Then the announcer says something to the affect of 'Our shoes will make you faster, use them with caution.'" The man nodded and kept going over it in his mind. There was a loud and sudden beeping.

            "What it that?" the man asked. Sirius realized it was his beeper. He pulled it off his suit and looked at it.

            "Shit. Harry." Sirius glanced around quickly. "My son's in trouble, please let me go." There was so much imploringness in his voice that the man had to let him go. Sirius knew he couldn't apperate there. It would get too much attention from the magical authorities.

            He sprinted down the stairs, and out to the silver-blue automobile. It was time for the car to reach it's limits. Sirius felt he shouldn't be too surprised, it was only a matter of time before they found him. He knew that Harry had a few tricks to keep them away, but in such a public place, it would be hell. As soon as he was on a straight road, he unleashed the engine to it's full fury. 150 km/h. 160. 170. 180. 190. 200 km/h. Sirius swerved to miss a car as he went through a red light. He was so happy he didn't work far from the school. It was still in the second week of school, and Harry had already gotten the aurors on him. What did he bloody do this time? Was he still able to be saved? Sirius saw where it was. Where else? The playground. He jumped the curb and sped toward the metal climbing things the muggles put out there. Harry was standing on one shooting everything he could think of at the three aurors still standing. Four were already on the ground. Harry worked quickly. Sirius pulled underneath it and Harry knew what to do. He lowered himself into the car and they sped off. They would be tracked, but they still had a few minutes to stop at the house. A hurried good-bye would be all they had time for.

            Sirius didn't bother parking in the driveway, he pulled right up to the front door. He used magic to open the house, and they both ran upstairs. Sirius through everything of importance into his trunk which was always half packed. He carried it downstairs running, and tossed it into the trunk of the car. He grabbed some food as well, and got to the car. Harry was already climbing in. There was only one place where Sirius could gain the advantage of cover, lots of it. He roared the engine to life and gunned it, fishtailing onto the street. In seconds they were gone, and would never see their house again.

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            They went in silence. Their Corvette had been turned black to fit in more, and they now went the speed limit as they entered greater London. Sirius let out a sigh, and visibly relaxed. The chase was hopefully over, and they would just have to find a new place to stay. Sirius turned off the main roadway, and started cruising slowly down the narrower avenues.

            "I'm sorry" Harry said. He was obviously exhausted. Sirius could understand. Dueling was draining, especially for a ten year old.

            "It's alright, Harry." Sirius messed up his hair, not like it was necessary. "You did well for an under-aged and kidnapped wizard." Sirius offered as much of a smile as he could.

            "I'm sorry I got caught with magic" Harry said again.

            "It was going to happen sooner or later. This wasn't the first time, and I doubt it'll be the last. An amazing and powerful wizard, you are. You have to let the magic out sometimes. We got away, and that's all that matters. You're not going to school any more, not until Hogwarts, And I. I won't be working. We'll just hang out for a few months. I could train you a little in magic, and we could get fat on pizza and beer." Sirius's glint in his eyes was all Harry needed. It was what amazed him so much about the man. No matter what kind of tragedy or close call happened, he always saw the good in it.

            The silence returned, but it wasn't heavy anymore. They pulled up to a small, neat looking hotel, and Sirius parked in the underground lot, and he got out. Harry watched to see how he would react. He would never admit it, but Harry had always followed Sirius's example. No matter how he claimed to act before his parents death, Harry would always see Sirius as responsible, caring, loving, and funny as hell. And despite the lack of blood connection, Sirius would always be his father.

            Sirius took out his trunk, and Harry his bag. They climbed into the elevator and went up to the ground floor. Sirius glanced around, just to make sure no wizarding folk were around. Harry knew exactly how he acted. They walked slowly up to the counter. Harry noticed it really was a nice hotel, despite being small. The carpets were soft and amongst the cleanest he'd seen. The walls were spotless. The gold and crystal lamps shimmered in the soft light. Smooth classical music enhanced the mood. It was like a dream. Maybe Sirius had been here before, and knew about this place. Maybe he knew exactly where he was going. As they arrived at the counter, Sirius went into his element.

            "Good afternoon sir. How may I help you this lovely day?" Harry used all the self control he had not to burst out laughing. This guy was so fake it was unbelievable.

            "Ah, yes. The name is Sirius Mutt. I have no reservation, but I would like a small, two bedroom suite, with a mini-bar, and preferably enough room for physical training." Harry noticed another evil glimmer in Sirius's eyes. The man was a prankster waiting to happen. He finally realized why Sirius was taking a long hard look at everyone around, he was planning on who to play pranks on.

            "Yes sir." The man went to a computer and started typing things in. "Yes, we have a room available. It should have sufficient space. The room does not come with a mini-bar, but we would be more than happy to bring one up for you."

            "Thank you very much, just make sure there is milk and juice enough for my hooligan over here." Sirius nodded to Harry.

            "Ah, I did not see you young sir" he said while offering his hand to Harry, "an honor to meet you." Out of confusion Harry shook the man's hand. The man turned back to Sirius while picking up to sip his tea. "And how long would you like to stay?" Sirius was quiet, flicking fingers and what not for a few seconds.

            "Eleven months." It was then that a shower of tea covered both Sirius and Harry.

            "Sorry, so sorry sir!." There was a commotion as Harry sputtered in disgust. The tea covering had been in the guy's mouth. A hefty voice sounded. It could only be the manager. Harry was all the more shocked that Sirius was smiling. Broadly.

            "Harry, why don't you go the bathroom and change" Sirius said with a wink. A wink from Sirius always meant he could use magic. Sirius didn't wink a lot. A wink made Harry very happy very quickly. As soon as Harry had left, Sirius mustered the best anger face he could. He put a subtle snarl on his face. The attendant was explaining what happened to the manager. Finally the manager turned to Sirius.

            "Usually, we would give you the room for free. But in this situation, that would be a huge debt, however, we can offer you one month free, if you are willing to remain here, despite the obvious carelessness of the service presented to you" the manager said, while staring daggers at the attendant.

            "I'll accept your offer. I still want to stay. Do you still have those drinks? I forgot what they're called. I had them about, say twelve years ago. The had chocolate, and malt, and, and cream, and vanilla, and coffee, I remember it as being spectacular." Sirius knew the answer before he even finished. The manager was beaming.

            "I'm glad you remember. They're called Brown Sugars. We still are the only establishment we know of that make them. I have them often. We have them at the bar, in the near the Upper Lounge. They are a pound a pop, but in your case, you get yours for free for your entire stay. You're bill at the end will cover them, I dare say. Which brings me to my next point. We do not allow your bill to get so high without getting paid during your stay and-" The manager went on.

            "I understand perfectly. Here let me write you a cheque. It is how much a night?"

            "One hundred and thirty pounds, but you have the first thirty days free" the manager stated.

            "Right, then. So…………13,000 pounds for the first hundred and thirty days or so." Sirius scribbled out the cheque and handed it to the manager. "I don't normally write out cheques so large, but I'll be here a while, and it should go through. I have over 50,000 in that account. If there is a problem, please contact me immediately. It may mean more than just a cheque bouncing, if you understand me." The manager nodded vigorously, and handed Sirius two keys. The workmanship on the keys was actually very nice. It was how he remembered it, no detail was ever overlooked in this place. "Thank you," Sirius stated before turning to look for Harry. Harry was approaching, clean and dry, but he still looked exhausted. "Lets go shorty, you need some sleep, I can tell." Harry just followed. They went into an elevator, got out at a certain floor, and walked up to a nice door. Harry watched Sirius open the door, and vaguely looked around. He was seeing things as blurry, and was getting really tired.

            "I'm going to sleep, where's my room?" Harry said shortly. Too shortly.

            "Over there, Harry," Sirius said pointing to a far doorway, "but if you don't let me take the curses off of you, I doubt you'll get any sleep." Harry stopped in his tracks. How did Sirius know?

            "Fine," Harry grumbled. Sirius spit out a few spells, which tingled when they hit Harry. When he seemed done, Harry turned and wandered into the room. It was hard to miss the bed so he just climbed on, and in minutes, he was fast asleep.

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            As soon as Harry left, Sirius pulled out his cellular phone. He rarely if ever used it, and only in emergencies. He knew it would be dangerous, talking to his boss, when the aurors, would be sure to be inspecting every point in his life, including his job. He dialed the number, silently praying for the best.

            "Yeah'ello?" said the familiar voice of his boss. Sirius trusted the man with his life, and in this case, it would be literally. Maybe muggles couldn't, but magical folk could track cellular telephone calls.

            "Are you alone?" Sirius said in a low voice. There was some movement followed by the closing of a door.

            "Now I am. Where the bloody hell are you? No. Don't answer that. They have a way of making me tell them everything I know about your whereabouts. They were here. Went through all your stuff. I was told that they went through your house and took everything. I mean everything. What did you do Sirius?" Sirius was debating how much to tell him. He was always a loyal man. And he doubted the aurors would return to his office and ask more questions. Who would be so stupid to maintain contact with anyone there after being found out.

            "Just let me talk. Harry. My son Harry, he isn't really my son. (Oh bloody crap) His parents were killed by a madman, who had been after them for a while. I was to be Harry's godfather, but everyone thought that I told the evil guy where Harry's parents lived. They came after me so I left. I took Harry with me. His other relatives all hated him, because…because…because Harry's special, and they weren't so they  hated him out of jealousy. I knew he would grow up abused so I left with him. We were happy, living in hiding, away from all the killing and hate, but I guess someone noticed him and word got out. They came again, and I had to get him. I couldn't stand to loose him, not after…his parents. So I'm sorry, and I'd like to keep working for you, but I don't see how it's possible. You were always very generous with me, and I thank you for that." Sirius finished with a sigh. He didn't think he'd say so much, but he had to get it out. The silence at the other end was killing him.

            "Alright Sirius, I believe you. But you have to know something. I've been in advertising for longer than you've been alive. You are not only the funniest man I met, but the best employee I've ever had. You know you've built this company. If you hadn't come to me nine years ago looking for a job, than this company wouldn't be half as big as we are now. Now, I would like to have you keep working for me, but, seeing as you won't come to the office, what if I sent myself up a large Box at the Post Office, and threw some materials in, could you ever, let say, stop by and pick up materials? Return them in a week, two weeks, however long it takes, with your ideas attached? Because without you, this place is gone." Sirius was caught in a dilemma. He had to take care of Harry, but how cruel was he being to just leave the man who showed him the most faith?

            "I'll do it. Just tell me where the box is, and the combination, and I'll keep working for you. No guarantees though. At any given time I may have to pick up and leave. I know I don't owe you anything, but I feel bad about leaving you so quickly. I'll try to do it for you. Just leave the stuff wherever, and I'll run by and pick it up."

            "Bristol Post, box 618. Combination is 9, 4, 6. I'll have something in there for you by the end of the week."

            "Thanks mate, I'll call you soon."

            "Bye, Sirius, take care of Harry."  With a soft click, the line went dead, and Sirius Black, no, Sirius Mutt was back on the payroll of Weinmire Advertising.

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            Harry awoke and took a long look around. This place was awesome. It seemed really upscale. He wondered vaguely if Sirius could afford it. He didn't look around the night before because of exhaustion, but now all he could do was marvel at the intricate detail of the entire room. The entire suite. He wandered out into the common area, and looked for something to eat. There was a clicking of keys at the door, and it opened revealing a smiling Sirius. He was carrying a small bag which he carelessly tossed to onto the sofa.

            "How can you be so happy this early in the morning?" Harry grumbled. His stomach did the same.

            "It's nearly noon, Harry. You slept forever. Oh, I have something you simply have to try. I didn't know if they made them any longer, but as it turns out they do. So splash some water on your face, and straighten your clothes. We're going down to the bar." Sirius was simply beaming. He seemed so happy with himself.

            "Are you going to get me drunk?" Harry said suspiciously. It's not like getting drunk would be a bad thing. Would it?

            "No, quite the contrary. Although if you could get drunk on sugar, you definitely would." The smile on Sirius's face only seemed to grow. Harry let out what he hoped would be a reluctant sigh, but deep down he was curious to see what it was. As soon as he exited the bathroom, Sirius handed Harry the spare key, and he led Harry down the elevator, and into a bar. Harry noticed there were a lot of kids in the bar. Maybe they made drinks for kids too. Sirius told the Bartender they wanted two "Brown Sugars" before they took a table in the corner. Harry was trying to figure out why they would need to go to a bar for brown sugar. He wasn't sure, but he thought they sold it in the markets, and probably less than in this place. It only took two minutes before the bus boy came with two drinks. They were a light, milk chocolaty brown, with a lighter foam on top. It looked a lot like chocolate milk with a froth.

            "Harry, I warn you. This is probably the best non-alcoholic drink in the world. And I mean it." Sirius held up his glass as if for a toast. Harry soon followed. "To getting safely away, and having eleven months to ready you for Hogwarts. Oh how much fun it'll be." Without a second thought. Sirius started chugging his drink, and didn't stop until he was halfway done. Harry wasn't so trusting. He smelled it. He couldn't name all of the smells off the top of his head, but he definitely smelled the chocolate, and if it had chocolate, how could it be evil? Harry took a sip and nearly pulled back in shock. It was incredibly good. It was sweet, but not too much so, and it was thick and creamy, and chocolaty, and had the faint flavour of coffee, as well as so many other pleasant flavors he had never had before. He decided right there that he had been deprived as a child, to not have had this before. It was heaven in a glass. Harry fixed his glasses on his nose and looked at the beverage once again, to make sure it was real. Harry followed Sirius's example and started chugging it. He finished before Sirius did.

            "Wow. Bloody amazing." Sirius nodded despite a straw hanging from his mouth. "I could go for another one" Harry said, and he almost immediately regretted it. Sirius began to signal to the barkeep. "No. Sirius, I don't want you wasting your money." Sirius looked taken aback.

            "I am not wasting my money. I earned it and I can damn well spend it as I please. Also, these drinks are free because we're going to be her for so long, so, I say, bottoms up." Sirius finished his off as the barkeep arrived with two more.

            "May I ask your name sir?" The barkeep asked.

            "Of course, Sirius Mutt, and my son Harry." The barkeep nodded understandingly. He had been told that a tall man with defined features and his son got their drinks for free. When you even looked at them, Sirius and Harry did have a vague resemblance, except for the cheeks and the eyes.

            "So what do you think?" Sirius asked Harry as Harry barely managed to finish his third.

            "This year is going to be awesome." Sirius laughed. The kid was so messed up on the sugar, there was no telling what he was going to do.

Thank you for reading, and hopefully reviewing.  DaBear, and Harry and Hermione's Daughter, and Poacher as well. You people make me fell all white and snowy inside. In case you don't know, snow is my most favourite thing in the world, so you really have accomplished something. You actually read AND reviewed my experimental piece. A toast to you. This chapter is dedicated to you three. Thank you.

Oh, and Poacher, I know of the site, and will explore it more deeply when I have the chance, between midterms (I keep talking about them, but they never seem to end) and writing, I have lost nearly all of my reading time. Thank you for finding the time to read mine. Happy Martin Luther King Day.