Sirius emptied his pockets as he got ready for bed. His wallet he tossed onto the dresser. He found the newspaper sheet in his pocket too. He glanced over the newspaper a few seconds before he was going to toss it in the trash. He didn't want to be reminded of what he was accused of. He didn't want Harry facing it either. He turned the sheet over and read the title.

            Hogwarts Headboy and Headgirl Contention Tight by Selma Folly. As the sixth year students of Hogwarts near their midyear, the thought of the Headboy and Headgirl for next year comes to mind. The two top contenders for the Headboy position are Percy Weasley of Gryffindor House (pictured above with family) and Mickey McFarland of Ravenclaw house (pictured above with sister). As of now, Weasley, the son of Arthur Weasley of the Ministry of Magic, is in the lead. If he can maintain his near perfect average through the rest of his sixth year, then he shall surely get it.

            In the Headgirl contention, the lead is currently held by Penelope Clearwater of Ravenclaw House (pictured above), however she is only marginally above Sarah Brighton of Slytherin House (pictured above in family portrait). However, neither of these ladies can slack off, as Rachel Black of Ravenclaw House (not pictured) is not far behind them.

            With the Headboy and Headgirl achievements being some of the most difficult to acquire, we know this will be a brutal test of grade getting power. If I were to bet, which I do not, my choice for Headboy would be Mickey McFarland, and for Headgirl is Penelope Clearwater. However I would like to wish luck to all of the students aspiring for the badge.

            Sirius thought maybe Harry should read this. Maybe see a few of the people he would be meeting in…a little over six months. Sirius glanced up to the pictures. The Clearwater girl was pretty, and the Brighton girl just looked…slutty. Too much makeup, and too much seductiveness in her smile, even in a family portrait. 'Maybe she was trying to get the painter's attention' Sirius thought. He moved on to the boys. He looked at the picture of the Mickey kid. He looked good enough. He also looked a little nerdy, but that never really stopped anyone, especially for the academic honor of Headboy. Then his eyes came across the picture of the Weasley family. It took him a second to find the one described as the candidate for Headboy. Sirius found him and froze. On the boy's shoulder was a rat. Not just any rat. Sirius knew that rat. He knew it with a vengeance. Sirius dropped the paper, and quickly sat down on his bed. He was close to loosing control. How could this happen? Sirius asked as he took the paper in his hand and read the caption to the picture, a few words from the caption of the picture caught his attention. '…youngest son, Ronald, will be beginning his first term in September.' So Harry would be going on the train with Ronald. Harry could capture the rat. 'No, it would be too dangerous' Sirius's mind argued. Maybe Sirius could get in and get him himself. There would be too much protection. He would tell Harry the situation, and have Harry do what Harry felt was necessary. Sirius knew that his emotions wouldn't allow for him to make a reasonable decision, but Harry had a hell of a lot more sense than Sirius ever did. Sirius's door creaked open, and Harry popped his head in.

            Harry smiled ad seeing Sirius awake, although Sirius did look exhausted, and helpless too. Was something going to happen? Did something already happen? Harry approached slowly, and Sirius put on a smile. It wasn't fake either, so Harry knew at least the world wasn't coming to an end. Harry hopped onto Sirius's bed and sat next to him. Harry passed the book he had opened onto Sirius's lap, and pointed at a word.

            "What is that?" Harry asked. Sirius looked down at the word, and traced his memory back. He was drawing a blank, so he took a look at the cover of the book. Becoming an Animagus. That was all the remembering Sirius needed.

            "Whistliffle Potion, Harry. It makes you see your own thoughts like your traveling through your brain. It remembers it, and when it's done, it tells you what animal you're most like. It's and introspective potion. That means it has you looked deep inside your heart and mind to see who you really are. If you really want to become an animagi, than I could go and get some of the potion next week." Sirius explained. Harry sent him a grin that was all he needed to see. Harry slid off the bed, and said a good-night before leaving and closing the door behind him. Sirius took one more glance at the newspaper, before putting it on his dresser with his wallet, and laying down to sleep. For once, he was entirely sure that he made the right decision. Harry brought more happiness into his life than killing Peter ever would have.

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            Harry sat staring at Sirius with a crinkled nose, and a face of doubt. Sirius had spent over a month trying to locate the potion, and when he couldn't Sirius made it himself. Harry knew how Sirius was at cooking. Anything other than breakfast food and sandwiches, and it was hardly edible. Yet here Harry sat, with the dilemma of taking the potion Sirius concocted, and risking his precious life, or of hurting Sirius's feeling and saying he didn't want any of it. With a sudden resolve, Harry pinched his nose shut, and tipped his head back. He poured it in his mouth and swallowed. It actually didn't taste that bad. Then Harry opened his nose, and the flavor became so terrible, he knew he was going to vomit. He keeled over, but Sirius was there tom help him up.

            "Just relax Harry, it'll only take a few minutes" Sirius said with an unsure grin on his face. He didn't know if Harry was old enough or strong enough to take such demanding potions, but Harry had insisted, and he was sure he'd got the potion right. He had made it more times than he could remember, for himself, James, and…and Peter. Harry slumped suddenly into the armchair he was in. Sirius knew that this would take an hour or so, but he refused to leave the boy. He had to be there for him.

            The time went by slowly, but Sirius watched with growing anticipation and anxiety. Waiting for any sign that Harry was coming out of his unconscious. Sirius became worried after two hours. Harry was still knocked out. He was trying to decide whether to take Harry to the hospital or not. He was still breathing, and his pulse was strong. His eyes were darting from place to place like they should have. Sirius couldn't find anything wrong, except that Harry was still out after two hours. A sudden moan from Harry broke Sirius's panic. He dashed to the boy's side, a feeble smile on his face.

            Harry was smiling despite his falling eyelids. "Wow" Harry said. It was all that needed to be said. Sirius dashed to the gigantic roll of paper he got at a teacher supply store. He unrolled twenty feet of it, and laid it out on the floor. He picked up Harry and brought him to his hands and knees. He took Harry's right hand and held it against the paper. You never knew which one would be the clearest. Harry was obviously exhausted, but this had to be done. There was a short glow from Harry's hand. More of a flash, really. Sirius picked Harry's hand up and purposely ignored the mark it left. He put Harry's hand in a new place, and waited for the flash. It happened. This continued for nearly fifteen minutes, with a flash nearly ever ten seconds. After Sirius was positive that Harry's projections were done, He lifted the boy and lay him softly on the sofa. The boy groaned, but was soon breathing slowly and deeply. He was sleeping. Now Sirius let himself analyze the hundreds of prints on the roll of paper. He started from the first one which just looked like a blob of brown. He looked at them in sequential order, until he came across a clear one. It was close to the beginning, so Sirius would go through all of them first before he found which one Harry really was. Sometimes the shapes looked like an animal, but really weren't. Sirius circled all the clear one he could find, and then cut them out and placed them on the coffee table. The first looked very much like a bear. A large brown one. The next looked like a black panther. The next looked like, could it be? A monkey. A bloody monkey. Sirius would never have guessed it, but he must have know deep down inside. Sirius continued. A hippopotamus. A small bird, perhaps a sparrow. This was wrong. Five defined, clear shapes. Maybe he was tired, because he definitely couldn't be seeing this. Sirius rubbed his eyes and lay down on the sofa across from Harry's. He would just have to do this in the morning.

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            Harry watched. There was nothing he could do or say. He just watched. He took note of every single movement Sirius made. Sirius, on the other hand, and one eye close, and the other was looking through a magnifying glass. He was looking at every single shape in great detail, trying, but unable to disqualify any of them. Finally Sirius sat back in the sofa, and caught Harry's eyes.

            "What do you want me to do, they all look real. I don't have any idea what I'm doing" Sirius said, Harry was more last than he was. But the thought always lingered, what if he had multiple Animagus shapes. It wasn't altogether unheard of. "Harry, pass me your book, will you?" Harry did as he was asked, and Sirius went down the table of contents, before turning to the back of the book. He started reading it aloud.

            "Two is a very rare number for number of animagi. Three, four and five are much more common. Only the most powerful wizards and witches have five. And few have mastered more than one. Although no known person has ever recorded or proven multiple shapes, circumstantial evidence points very strongly to the possibility. An example is that once, a person was imprisoned in their shape of a lizard. They were seen exiting as a squirrel, and left an unclimbable, and an undiggable pen, suggesting flight. Some come up with other explanations, but in the opinion of many wise witches and wizards, they are quite fanciful and unrealistic. However, under ordinance 12-5 of the animagus sanctioned laws, a multiple animagus only has to register one of their shapes, furthering the difficulty in locating one." Sirius finished. "It looks like you're powerful, but that's no biggie. I've known that a long time. For now I'm going to assume that all five are yours. Which one do you want to learn first?"

            Harry was deep in thought. So he was so powerful that he could have more than one shape? That was cool. But what shape would he most want to learn. Which one would let him go around with Sirius on a late night romp through Hogsmeade? The bear. No, the panther. It was between the bear and the panther. He had to look at it logically. The bear was stronger, yes. Both could climb trees. The panther was more agile, yes. Bears could run pretty fast. He didn't know about panthers. They could see well in the dark. Bears could swim. Panther's could hide well. Bear could roar, and they were big. Panthers could roar, and they were quick. Harry was beginning to give himself a headache.

            "I'll become a bear first, and then a panther immediately after that" Harry said in a bold voice.

            "You're lucky you've got a good trainer. You know I was the first of your father and his friends to achieve a full animagus form? Yup, I was able to get my way into the Ravenclaw dormitories. You don't want to know what dozens of sexually frustrated smart-girls will do to a guy they find in their dorms. That was very well the best night of my life. Of course I was almost expelled, but I think it was that Dumbledore was laughing so hysterically during the hearing, that no one could really blame me. I was lucky they never discovered how I got in." Sirius was smiling like a goof, and Harry was shaking his head. He understood sex since third grade. He had a relative idea of what it was and how to do it, and then he walked in on Sirius and Gwen. Gwen was very attractive. She mad Harry feel nervous and funny inside. She didn't like Harry very much, that he was sure about, and although Sirius denied it, that was why he left her.

            "When do we start?" Harry asked.

            "Right now."

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            Harry checked the calendar behind the birdcage. July first, exactly two months till departure. Harry was busy turning his arms and legs into those of a bear. Sirius was bent over slides from an upcoming advertisement. Harry was beginning to get bored with his arms and legs. Sirius wouldn't let him continue until he mastered them, which to Sirius meant it had to be faster than the blink of an eye. Harry was just a little too slow, but was now going against his tutor. Harry tried his torso as well, and there he was the body of a bear, the head of a ten year old boy. The sofa sagged under his newfound weight, but Harry turned back. He was ready to go all the way.

            There was a long, drawn out, pop, and the sharp creak of wood, and shriek of springs. Sirius looked up from his work and was taken aback. A huge creature, which bare fit in the bloody room was staring at him, smiling if it was possible.

            "HARRY!!! WHAT IN BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!!!" Sirius yelled. The bear smiled even bigger, and let out a loud but friendly roar. More like a laugh, really. The creature walked carefully over to Sirius and opened it's mouth to it's widest, before wrapping its mouth around Sirius's head. It just fit. The bear backed off and with another lengthy pop of about half a second, where the bear was, was a boy of black hair and deep emerald eyes. He was laughing beyond control.

            "If…you only…saw the…look…on your…face!" Harry whispered while gasping for air. Sirius was busy wiping Harry's drool off his face.

            "It wasn't funny Harry. Do you know how dangerous that was?" Sirius said, as he tossed the tissue into the trash and made for another one.

            "Awww, c'mon,. I wasn't really going to bite you" Harry said.

            "It wasn't your mouth. You shouldn't be ready to fully transform for at least another month" Sirius said. It was just now that the shock entered him Harry had fully transformed. The kid was amazing.

            "Well, I had to get it soon, otherwise how am I going to be able to do a panther too before I go to Hogwarts?" As soon as Harry said that, he knew it changed the conversation. Sirius's eyes became dull, and his face solemn.

            "Fine. You win, but you already know how to do everything. Do the panther now. Start from the beginning, and work your way through. You'll do fine" Sirius turned back to his work, but Harry could tell he wasn't doing it.

            "If you don't want me to go to Hogwarts, I won't. I'd learn faster with you anyway" Harry said. It hurt to say it. He did really want to go, but he didn't want to make Sirius sad, and Sirius was more important than some school. "If your worried about me going, than I won't" Harry said. Sirius turned to him, this would be Sirius's response so he was wise to hold onto every word.

            "No, I want you to go. You need to go. Sending you isn't going to be hard, and you'd love it there, the only problem with our plan is getting you back." Harry just looked confused. "Sneaking you into the train is simple. And I would get away and find a place to hide. But they will know who you are by the end of the year, and the Ministry will watch your every move, and wait until you see me. Then they will take me away, and you will go to your Aunt's house to live." Sirius looked very grave, like he was loosing everything. Harry sat down and thought. He watched the time tick away as he thought about every aspect of getting back to Sirius.

            "What if I steal the Marauders Map from Filch, or whoever has his office. And then, the night before we come back, I go out of the castle and meet you in the shrieking shack, in Hogsmeade. We can leave from there. I don't need to take the train back. And from there we can take a portkey, or brooms to wherever you're living, and that way, when the aurors come to watch me, I'll already be gone. No one would know how I did it, so I could keep doing it. And we'd be okay. Can you find your way to Hogsmeade?" Harry asked. During his thought his excitement had grown, and he was practically bouncing in his seat.

            "For you? Blindfolded with my legs tied" Sirius said through a wide grin. "James always was the brilliant one, it's good to know he passed it down to you-" Sirius was cut short as Harry hit him with a hard hug. "You're going to love it there. I swear it to you. Now, you start on the panther. You know how to do it, and you know you can do it, so it shouldn't take more than a few months, especially since you managed a bear in five. So, I'll keep working on protecting Mercury for us, and then I'll come and see how you're doing, alright?" Sirius said, the glint in his eye had returned. Harry beamed at him and opened the animagus book back to the beginning pages. He was going to do this all over again.

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            The two months passed quickly. It seemed that the more they tried to slow down the time, the faster it went. They had packed their things, paid their way in the hotel, and sat with their luggage in the bar, having one last 'Brown Sugar' before they departed. Harry was eyeing his trunk. He so wanted to try out his birthday present from Sirius. Sirius made him keep it hidden in a pocket of Harry's trunk that only Harry could open. In it was a brand new Nimbus 2000. Harry was told he couldn't be caught with it, or Dumbledore would have it taken away, but Sirius had told him most of the passages, and Harry knew how to get out to the Quidditch pitch so he could try it in the dark of the night. Harry desperately wanted to see a quidditch game played. He read about them, and Sirius describe some of the best he'd seen. To say Harry was eager to go to Hogwarts was an understatement.

            "Take good care of Mercury. I put all the protective charms I could find on that bird. Treat her well, I think she likes you a lot anyway." Harry smiled at Sirius's remark. The silver owl was named after the god Mercury, or Hermes in Greek. It fit well because of the silver luster of the owl, she looked like a metal. "We should go now, we don't want to miss the train" Sirius said. They rose, and it was surprising that Sirius went back over to the bar.

            "Oye, lad, over here." Sirius called to the bartender. The bartender sighed and made his way over. "Look, I know I haven't tipped yeh at all, but I wasn't paying for the drinks so it didn't matter. However, since we're leaving in a few, I just wanted to say thank you, and express it with a monetary amount." Harry saw Sirius put down five twenty pound notes. "Have a good one, mate" Sirius said. He put the money in the barkeep's pocket, and he and Harry left. They said their good-byes to all the friendly people at the front desk. One of the attractive young ladies threw Harry a wink, but she looked sad to see them go. No, to see Sirius go. They took the elevator down to the garage, and hopped into the Acura NSX. Sirius didn't want to, but he felt that he had to get rid of the Corvette, so he got a more expensive and better performing vehicle. Plus, it did turn a few heads, especially when they pulled up to Kings Cross Station. Harry noticed a number of oddly dressed people, and could only guess that they were wizards. Sirius changed his hair color to green, and his eyes to purple, on the assumption that the more of a spectacle he made, the less suspicious people would be of him. He helped Harry load up his stuff, and they made their way to the pillar. There was a short line, which quickly went into the wall. Harry went slowly, strolling alongside Sirius, until he went into the wall, and came out at station 9 and ¾. Harry grinned like the silly boy he should have been, and looked all the way up and down the track. A blond haired who Harry assumed would be in his year was throwing a tantrum to his mother and father. Harry couldn't hear it, but the mother looked at Sirius and she blushed. Her husband didn't notice, but Harry was sure that if he did, there would have been severe consequences. At least that was the feeling he got from him.

            "Alright. You have the note for Dumbledore (Harry nodded)? Good. What about the one for Remus (Harry nodded)? Good, remember to send it with a school owl as soon as you get a chance. What is your name going to be?" Sirius asked.

            "Harry Mutton." Harry said. Sirius was visually taken aback. "I just think that Mutt makes me sound like a dog or something. Mutton just works better, and I'll go without a middle name. Not everyone needs one" Harry said. Sirius rolled his eyes like a little kid. Harry loved it when Sirius acted foolish.

            "And what house do you want to be in?" Harry jumped at the strange voice. It was the blonde who had the kid with the tantrum. She was talking to him, while eyeing Sirius. Harry had to fight to hold in the snort which was threatening to explode his head.

            "Gryffindor, of course" Harry said.

            "Really? I wish my son would go for Gryffindor, but my heart tells me he will end up in Slytherin" She said. Harry detected some venom in her voice, and was sure to remember this woman.

            "My name's Harry Mutton" Harry said, while holding out his hand. The woman smiled at his antics, and held out her.

            "Adriana Malfoy" She laughed. Harry, instead of shaking her hand, brought to his mouth and placed a kiss on her knuckles. She let out a laugh. Sirius looked uncomfortably at the person upon hearing her name, and looked at Harry with bewilderment.

            "What are you doing?" Sirius asked Harry, trying to keep calm.

            "Only what you always do" Harry said. Sirius was about to respond and say that he didn't, which was the truth.

            "So your father is quiet the gentleman then. I like gentlemen" she said. Harry knew where this was going, and so did Sirius, the only different was that Sirius didn't like it. She winked to Sirius.

            "So what's your name" She said to Sirius. He was at a loss. He didn't expect to have to give his name.

            "I'd rather not say. My wife's in politics" Harry could hear the voices in Sirius's head celebrating, shouting 'great comeback.' Adriana Malfoy's face fell a little.

            "Well, if you ever would like to come by for coffee, or anything else, just call first." Before Sirius could respond, she wandered back over to her husband, whole was staring at many of the kids with hate. How could anyone hate kids? Harry suspected that was the reason the lady had been making herself known to Sirius.

            "Do me a favor Harry, and never go hanging out with Malfoy and his crew. They only mean dark magic" Harry nodded. His brain kept telling him that it would be the ultimate insult to the kid if he could say that Sirius was, intimate, with her. Harry just kept that little thought to himself. He knew about the Malfoys, but Adriana, she seemed alright. The whistle blew, announcing that there were only a few minutes left before departure. Sirius bent down and gave Harry a big hug. Harry saw the woman from before watching them, with softness, and sadness. As if she longed to be a part of their teeny tiny family. Harry couldn't help but blush at the thought that she thought they had a good life. Well, it was a good life, but all lives have their share of pain and woes. After Sirius finally let Harry go, he wiped away a tear.

            "I may visit you sometime. You know what to look for, a big black hairy son-of-a-bitch. You just be careful, and watch your back. Don't go after Wormtail unless he is in no position to hurt you. If you're ever in danger, go to Dumbledore. He's a very wise, and understanding man. He knows what's best. I would trust him with my life, and I would hope you would too. Just try your best. Do most of your work, and don't get in too much trouble. You'll have a great time. I love you" Sirius was crying at the end. He gave Harry one final hug, and helped him get his trunk onto the train. "I'll see you soon Harry. I swear I will." Sirius called, as the train whistled one long whistle, and the steam began to exit the stack, signaling the journey was beginning. "Remember to write!" Sirius called as the train began to move.

            "I WILL!" Harry yelled as the rumbling of the train grew. He waved frantically to Sirius, who stood there, and Harry now knew why he would miss him so much. Sirius was all alone.

One more out. I can't believe it. I'm on a roll. Ok. Here goes. Harry is now off on the journey of his life, and Sirius, poor Sirius, is left all alone, to live through images of a Malfoy going through his head. Anyone notice that she wanted Draco to go into Gryffindor? I don't know where I came up with that, so don't ask. Thanks for reading, and I do hope you leave a review. You notice, as I keep getting reviews, I keep posting new chapters. Perhaps there is a relationship between reviews and updates. Scary, isn't it. Now. To thank all of my wonderful reviewers.

Jarvey- Glad you liked the Ollivander's scene. I think I did it a little off from the mood of the original, and also I think mine was not a real and wholesome, but if people liked it, than I guess I'll survive. Thanks for reviewing.

DaBear- The walnut wand would have been Harry's but something big in his life changed that. Can anyone say 'boy-who-lived?' Thanks for reviewing. I supposed you like his animagus shape. Lemme know what you think.

cyberfrogX- I think you'll like his entrance. It'll be very shocking, so shocking that everyone is going to be so silent, they're going to be able to hear Trelawney yakking all the way up in her little tower. Thanks for reviewing.

Zoot Vampiric Vampire- Alright. Sirius knows that having Voldie's wand is a liability, so he gives it away. Harry gets the other phoenix feather wand. The Gryffin's mane would have been Harry's had he never been subjected to the attack at Godric's hollow. They are eleven bloody years old, there won't be intercourse. It is for language and violence yet to come. Thanks for reviewing.

Time Twins- I suppose this chapter answers your question. Thanks for reviewing.

Poacher- I am a Matrix Mechanical Human. What gave it away? I like being original, though I do know that this story has been done before, and probably will be done again, so my originality is a bit overrated, if you ask me. Yawar, thanks for telling me what you think. Have a good one.

Harry and Hermione's Daughter- Glad you loved it. Hope to please you with more soon. Thanks for reviewing.

Fopalup- Yes, I do see differences in Harry don't I? It is a blessing and a curse. You don't want to be in my head when I read the books. I look at every little detail to try to find out JKR's master plan. Some of the ideas I get are so off, that it's just crazy. I'm glad you like the way I portrayed him, and I appreciate your review.

I hope to have another chapter out as soon as I get out two more for my other fic. If you haven't read it, I think a couple of people may recommend it. I personally like this one a little better, even if it is a lot shorter as of now. Happy reading everyone.