Harry heard the click of the doorknob, and watched as Sirius walked in. He sent Harry a weak smile, and went into his room. Harry saw the anxiety on his face. Either something had happened, or something was going to happen.

            "Harry, come in here for a minute, please" Sirius called. Harry closed the book he was reading and ran his finger over the title on the cover, 'The Animagus Within.' Harry put the book carefully on the top of the stack, and wandered into Sirius's room. Harry was always amazed that Sirius could keep his room messier than Harry's. Harry took a seat on the bed as Sirius packed some of the things Harry knew as the essentials.

            "Harry, I need you to pack your things. Only the things you absolutely need. I am taking you to Diagon Ally." Harry didn't know whether to be scared or happy. He had always heard of the shops there, and always wanted to visit, but the risk of him being seen was huge, so they never went. Sirius snuck in every once in a while to pick up books. They had accumulated an excellent selection in the last four months. Harry was training everyday with Sirius. At first Harry loved it. Then, because of the excessive amount of work involved, he hated it. Now, he just accepted it, as long as he got Brown Sugars galore. Sirius always got him Brown Sugars. No one could insult Brown Sugars. Harry had gone so far as to steal and copy the recipe. Sirius had punished him by making him make them. The hotel's were much better.

            "Why?" Harry asked. He knew Sirius never took any unnecessary risks, but he was curious none-the-less.

            "You know I hate it that you use V-Vold-emort's old wand. I know this may seem paranoid, but I don't want you absorbing anything from it. We are going to get you your own wand, and if we are caught, we have to be able to move. You know more than enough magic to defend yourself from an auror or two, but not from dozens of wizarding folk. So this is a very sensitive mission. If we step out of line at all, we may end up paying heavily for it. Just pack up, and we'll leave after sunset. Therefore the place will be pretty empty. If all goes well I may take you to Flourish and Blotts, so that you may choose your own books." Harry knew Sirius was trying to think positively. It was hard for Sirius to do that, after everything he'd been through, and Harry understood that. He really owed Sirius a lot. And he'd make it up to him. Someday.

            Harry closed his trunk and made it small. Then made it small again. And once more time. Harry was getting this magic stuff, but sometimes he just didn't have the results he wanted. He wondered if it was persistent. That some spells he just couldn't do in one swoop. He had to do the shrinking spell three times to get the same results Sirius got with one.

            "It'll come to you with experience" Sirius said from the doorway. He was smiling at Harry. He knew Harry was disappointed when he found something he couldn't do, but it only made Harry try harder. Sirius couldn't count how many nights he had found Harry asleep in his books. It was beginning to become a custom, carrying Harry to his bed, and tucking him in.

            Harry smiled back and slipped the trunk into his pocket. He allowed Sirius to change his hair and cheeks. Sirius was allowed to change Harry's hair, only if Harry approved. Recently Harry had been going for a long black ponytail. He thought it made himself look more manly and intimidating. Sirius secretly thought Harry looked like him. Harry took the potion from the table near the door, and put one drop in each eye. Slowly, they turned from deep emerald green, to blue. Harry remembered that one time, a girl had commented that his eyes 'look like the sky is in them.' He found it amusing that even with a different color, people liked his eyes.

            Finally, Harry nearly jumping with excitement, and Sirius nearly shaking with anxiety, they ventured into the hallway, and began their descent into the lobby. As they exited the elevator, there was the loud noise of a newspaper being kicked about. Harry only stopped when he realized that Sirius was standing behind him, seemingly frozen, staring at the newspaper as it was stepped on by numerous confused looking people.

            "Harry, they can't see it, can they." It wasn't a question. Sirius stepped over and snatched the piece of paper. He walked over to a secluded sofa, and sat down. Harry followed, slightly disappointed that this would be delaying his trip to Diagon Ally. Sirius scanned the headlines, and Harry saw his face turn white. Sirius knew Harry had seen his face, and knowing Harry would find out anyway, he gave the newspaper to Harry. There was one headline which took up most of the page.

            Preposition 1253 Approved by Rita Skeeter. Today, amongst cheers from nearly every wizarding establishment news came following the four month deliberation over the search for Harry Potter, the boy who lived. When merely a baby, Harry's parents were set up by death-eater Sirius Black, and when the boy managed to defeat You-Know-Who, Black took the boy as a hostage to raise him as a dark wizard.

            "The affects on the boy can already be seen" says ten year veteran auror, Popum Shizert. Shizert was sent to save the boy from a muggle school four months ago, when strange activity in the area alerted them of his presence. "The boy was taught how to fight. We were not allowed to use any serious magic on him, and he knew quite a few spells. He was taught to hate us, and he wouldn't even talk to us. In only a few minutes, Black arrived in a muggle horse-less carriage, and took the boy away" Shizert explained. Only recently, has the Ministry of Magic consented to resume the search for the boy. The same search, that was stopped after one meager year of false leads and dead ends. It was assumed that the boy was either dead, or gone.

            With growing pressure from the public from the recent events surrounding the boy, Preposition 1253 was passed by a unanimous vote from the Board of Defensive Action. The head of the board, Cornelius Fudge announced his delight in the passing of the bill, and assures us that the boy will be found at all costs. However, judging from the effectiveness of the Ministry in the passed, can we really believe him?

            One variable which fits into the equation is that of Sirius Black. His deceit seems to be deeper than previously expected. His ex-lover, Cilia Green, was one of the last to know him closely before his escape into the muggle world. She said "Sirius was a good man. He took better care of Harry than anyone else could. He told me that Harry's real parents had been murdered, and being his godfather it was his responsibility to care for the boy. He never told me who did it, but in his sleep he was always screaming and flailing at Peter." This shows just how well he fibs. He not only convince his lover that he was not responsible for the Potter's deaths, he convinced poor, little Harry that he is as good of a father as he could have.

            Despite some speculation that Black has been teaching Harry dark arts, Shizert claimed that "All the spells he used were nicer curses than were to be expected. He had great skill with the wand, and strong magical ability, but he used mostly cheering charms, and laughing charms, and jelly legs curses. He wasn't mean at all." Perhaps there is hope still to snatch Harry from the grasp of the violent and corrupted madman, and perhaps there is hope that he is still unscathed from the evilness of the man. But all we can do is hope.

            On another note, Black is under suspicion for the disappearance of Peter Pettigrew as well.

            Harry looked up at Sirius with wide eyes. Sirius had always told him that the magical world thought he was evil, but he never expected this. All the nice things people said about him were twisted into some evil plot, which Harry knew Sirius never had. He was kind of glad that Celia was nice about it. Harry always like Celia, and was a little put down when Sirius called it quits with her. Harry had been hoping on having a mother. Cilia was almost as fun as Sirius was. But now was not the time for reminiscing. Harry understood that it would not be the best time to enter the magical world. Harry saw Sirius watch a father and son, about his age enter the bar.

            "Looks like we won't go after all" Harry said, doing his best to keep the disappointment from his voice.

            "Maybe not," Sirius said, "wait here." Sirius stood up and went into the bar. Harry stood up and watched through the glass window. Sirius was walking slowly to where the man and kid were. He did very well in faking tripping into the two, and then apologized and quickly exited the lounge, and entered the lobby. He walked over to Harry with a wide smile. "Give me your hand" Sirius said quickly. Harry obeyed and Sirius dropped some hair into it. "Don't drop it" he muttered, as he took out his trunk and opened it. He searched for a few seconds, before pulling out a plain empty vial with a cork, and a nicely decorated bottle. He poured some of the liquid in the bottle, into the vial, and handed it to Harry. Harry watched him put some hair in the bottle, and close it. He closed his trunk and slipped it into his pocket before turning to Harry. He took a hair out of Harry's hand and placed it in the vial, before corking it and giving it a short, sharp, shake.

            "Hold onto it, and guard it with your life. We'll need it to get in" Sirius said. Harry nodded and placed it in his pocket. It was definitely something illegal. Sirius's spirit seemed to return full blast, and he led Harry to the underground. They took the train to a transfer, and then took a different train to another stop. Sirius and Harry got out just as the doors were closing, and they jogged up to the streets, where they both inhaled the air. They could feel they were close.

            Sirius hadn't felt the slightest twang of fear when going in on his own. He knew what he was capable of, and how to get away. However, with Harry with him, he was a wreck. Nervous beyond belief, like he was placing a steak into an alligator's mouth and asking it not to bite. It give the impression of suicide, an unnecessary risk, but he was doing it anyway. Why? He never had the balls to ask the question himself. As Sirius began to recognize the surroundings, he pulled Harry into an alley way.

            "Drink half of it now. It'll give us one hour. We only use the second part if we need to. We need to make this as quick as possible, alright?" Sirius emphasized. Harry nodded. Harry took the cork out and smelled the murky potion. He crinkled his nose. Sirius felt the same way as he tilted his head back and took one large gulp. Sirius watched Harry swallow, and turned into the boy in the bar. Sirius grinned. Not his usual grin. It didn't seem to fit his new face. "When were in there, I'll call you James, you call me Dad, alright?" Harry nodded and they took to the streets. Sirius stopped in front what appeared to be an abandoned shop. He opened the door and they both entered.

            Harry was surprised at the pub they entered. It was a lot larger on the inside than it appeared was possible from the outside. There must have been one hundred witches and wizards arguing and yelling, and laughing, and fighting. It seemed like a fun place to be.

            "Hey mate, seems a bit young to be a drinker!" Shouted a drunk man to Sirius.

            "I'm not so sure, he can put em away faster than a Wigglyspill on the Hyscynth extract." A laugh went around the crowd and a few people patted Sirius on the shoulder. As they got deeper into the crowd, Sirius picked Harry up to stop him from being stomped on. It seemed like forever, until Sirius got them through the back door, and facing a brick wall. Harry had read about it. As Sirius searched for his wand, Harry tapped the brick he was told about in his books. The wall began to move, and changed into an archway revealing a very wide and empty avenue. Sirius snatched the wand from Harry's hand.

            "If we're getting you one, you'd be best not to have one" Sirius said. Harry reluctantly agreed, and they Hurried over to a place named Ollivander's Wands. Harry could feel the magic coming out of the place, and nearly ran in. Sirius followed Harry in and a bell rang as the door closed behind them. An old man came out from the back. He was walking with a cane, but tossed it carelessly aside as he marched up to the boy.

            "Here for your first wand?" the man asked. Harry nodded. "Well then, let's get you measured." He took out a tape measure, and tossed it to Harry's feet. It snaked up his body and measured around his waist. Harry giggled as it measured his chest, and then arms, then wrist, then wrist to elbow, then elbow to shoulder. It was all fun and games until it measured his height. As Ollivander watched, the measure measured him two inches taller than he was in the body he was in. Ollivander looked at him clearly, and exchanged a look with Sirius. Sirius gave the best 'we have a reason' face he could muster, and Ollivander nodded slowly. He went to the shelves and started taking out boxes.

            "Unicorn hair core, oak, ten inches. Sturdy and strong. Give it a flick." Harry did and nothing happened. "Saving Tree leaf, maple, twelve inches. Quick at healing." Harry flicked it, and nothing happened. "Dragon Heartstring, Beech, thirteen inches, good for charms." Harry flicked it and nothing happened. As the pile of rejected wand grew bigger, it seemed that Ollivander got more excited. "Gryffin's Mane hair, walnut, nine and a half inches. Great for transfiguration." Ollivander said. Harry grabbed it like the rest, but this time, he felt something. The wand began to glow, but nothing came out of it.

            "Merlin's beard," Ollivander said in barely more than a whisper, "a changed life." Harry was more confused than he knew, and Sirius stood up, looking very concerned.

            "What does it mean?" Sirius demanded. They'd already wasted twenty minutes of their hour, and he didn't have time to wait for explanations.

            "This would have been your son's wand, but something in his life changed him. Something big" Ollivander said as he eyed Harry slowly. Harry felt revealed, like he was naked or something.

            "His mother died when he was one." An idea came to Sirius. "She had a wand with a phoenix feather core. James here, picked it up once, and it accepted him. Do you have a similar wand he could try?" Ollivander nodded slowly and searched the shelves for a few seconds before extracting a particularly dusty box. He took out the wand and handed it to Harry. The reaction was immediate. The wand began to glow a blinding light, and red and gold and blue sparks flew out, bouncing off the walls and onto the floor. Ollivander looked even more surprised.

            "Phoenix feather, holly, eleven inches. This phoenix had one other feather, which went into the wand that killed James and Lily Potter. I remember them well. If Harry was safe, he would be selecting his wand in seven months. A pity it is. No one knows where the poor boy is. If only I hadn't sold that wand" Ollivander said reminiscently.

            "What would you do if you ever came across that wand?" Sirius inquired. He didn't need the wand any longer. It was just a hazard.

            "Give it to the only pure man I know. Albus Dumbledore." Sirius left a few large gold coins on the table. Harry stared at them enthralled. He had never seen wizard money before.

            "This should cover the wand. You said you would take it to Dumbledore. See that it gets there." Sirius put the slender wand on the table, and with a small pop, the two people in Mr. Ollivander's shop, were gone.

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            Harry stood up quickly. He hated portkeys. Even if it did take them only a few hundred feet. Sirius was still standing, and surveying the avenue.

            "What was that for. You didn't have to give it to him" Harry moaned. He had learned on that wand. It almost seemed like it was his.

            "It was a liability Harry. If it was found on me, it would be bad. Very bad. This was best. He probably won't even tell anyone we were there. He thinks we're kilometres away, hiding in a cave. This gives us the opportunity to go through Flourish and Blotts. You said you wanted to go there. Now's our chance." Sirius was a little paranoid, glancing over his shoulder every few seconds, gripping his wand in his pocket so tightly that it began to bend. They went into the bookstore, and Harry began to wander. Just in case he wouldn't get another chance back here, he needed to prepare for Harry going to Hogwarts.

            Harry just looked at nearly every book. When he had selected a few, he found Sirius waiting patiently at the counter.

            "How many can I get, S-Dad?" Sirius let out a small smile.

            "As many as you want." Harry smiled, dropped off his books, and ran back to get the ones which he wanted, just not as much as the others. He returned with them, and slapped them down. Sirius nodded, and gave the man a few of the gold coins as well as a few silver looking coins. The man put all the books in three different bags, and made the lighter for Harry and Sirius. Sirius thanked the man, and they left. The went back through the pub, and into the muggle underground. On the train, their potions began to wear off. Sirius had Harry hide his face behind his bags until the process was done. Sirius did the same. When they were back to normal, they let their bags down, and traveled the rest of the way back to the hotel in silence. After they entered the room, Sirius let out a huge sigh and fell into a comfortable armchair.

            "Can we do that again tomorrow?" Harry asked. When he saw the disgust on Sirius's face, he let out a laugh. "Seriously though. I do the training, and the reading, and I have behaved perfect for like, eight days…" Sirius's eyes arched, "okay, eight hours. Can't we do more stuff. I'm beginning to get bored with this hotel." Harry whined. Sirius seemed to think for a while.

            "I never thought I'd do this, bit I'm turning this into school. We'll work through the week, but on the weekends, we'll travel, see movies, play golf, that kinda stuff. Does that fit into your oh-so-busy life?" Sirius smirked.

            "Yes, thanks Sirius" Harry sang.

            "And if you're really good, I may even take you to Zonkos, in a few months" Sirius finished. Harry's eyes grew wide in excitement, and he ran forward and hugged Sirius. He was obviously pleased with the turn of events. "But right now, I'm tired, and I'm going to sleep. Go to sleep at your usual time, whenever that is" Sirius said, while he stood up. Harry slid off of him, and Sirius walked into his bedroom, closing the door. Harry noticed that Sirius left his bag of books next to the chair, on the plush red carpet. Harry opened it and looked inside, reading the titles on the binding. Nighthawk: Keeping Your Owl Undetected. The Art of Stealth Communication. Sending a Message Without Being Found. Hiding Information: Experimental Ways of Bypassing Veritaserum. Protecting Your Kid While on the Run. Spells of Secrecy: Potions of Privacy. Finding Joy When Your Kid Leaves Home. Saying Good-bye When There May Never Be Another Hello. Laws of Magical Britain: A Complete Guide. Conscious Selection of Magical Communication. Harry read these with a darkening mind. Sirius thought something was going to happen. No, Harry's mind argued, he was just preparing for the future. He was expecting the unexpected.

Thank you, everyone, and I mean it. Thank you for reading this fic. I hope it entertained you as well as took you on a journey of fear and hope. There will be a revelation next chapter, so stay tuned. Enjoy your reading, and I hope you have time to leave a review. Tell me what you think.

Zoot Vampiric Vampire- Don't' you get annoyed by spelling that out. Man, it makes my fingers tired. This won't be a dark Harry fic, but it will have it's emotional ups and downs. I assure you, it won't be so bland. Harry will be much more, how do I say it, aware in this fic about his surroundings than in the real book. I figure it fits, because his entire life with Sirius, he had to be aware, so it only seems to fit. Thanks for reviewing, and I hope to update both my fics within the next, say seven days. I have 2 midterms on Tuesday, which I need to study for, and one on Thursday, so I will be busy, and I don't think I'll have time to update quickly. Thanks for reading anyway, and I hope you enjoyed it.

Poacher- I'm glad you're satisfied with the quality of my work, and even more glad I got you laughing. Martin Luther King was an African American, who, through the 1960's led a movement for equality for people of all races in the United States. He was relatively successful, until he was assassinated. Some believe it was his assassination which made the most progress in his quest for equality. He was a great man, and in the U.S., we have a holiday in his memory, and honor.

NAPPA- Not lovable? I feel violated. This is lovable, more so than a puppy. It's still a baby, only three chapters long, and you say it's not lovable. Shame on you. But, on a happy note, this will be a Harry and Hermione fic. How could it not be. They were obviously made for each other. I think it'll be funny how it happens though, because Harry's arrival at the castle, will be very, very awkward. Must I dare say more? Thanks for reading, and even more for reviewing. I really do appreciate it when people review every chapter. You get to understand them and their views better, and it allows you to tweak your fic so that you can please as many people as possible. Thanks, and happy reading.

Hyzenthlay and Jarvey, thanks for speaking up as well. I appreciate you all.