Author's note: This fan fic is halfway completed, the uploading process is what's making it take so long. Sorry. Here's chapter 2. Please review. Thank-you.

****************************************Scipio*******************************************

Scipio was out of ideas. He was now truly in trouble. He now had no money and no true possessions but the coat on his back and the wand in his pocket. He had to get that money back . . . he just had to. Walking aimlessly down the alleyway led him to an empty street where little children were playing a game of red rover. Scipio smiled at the children, remembering how much he'd loved to play red rover when he was in the orphanage in Bristol. He stopped reminiscing over his past however when he saw the same little boy that had stolen his wallet. It was him, for certain, his curly hair all over his head. He made an advance towards the boy, but the boy realized he had been spotted. This led Scipio on a wild chase down the narrow alley. He caught up with the boy and picked him up by the shoulders. The boy kicked and squirmed miserably, but Scipio did not let go.

"Where is my money, boy?"

"I-in my p-pocket, sir. B-but you c-can't have it, I need it!"

"You need it? I need it! If you want money, there are better ways of going about doing it than pick-pocketing." How ironic it was now that he, a great thief in Venice would lecture a young boy about thieving.

"But you are almost an adult. You can seek work. I cannot."

"What about your mother and father, don't they work?"

The boy looked downcast at the ground. Suddenly Scipio understood, this boy was an orphan, a runaway just like him. Scipio felt a twinge of grief for the little boy and gently put his feet back on the ground.

"Keep the money, boy. I have not the great need that you have for it. That was obvious when you robbed a boy ten times as tall as you."

The boy looked again at the ground. Scipio then added:

"And a better thief than you, at that."

The boy looked up and smiled broadly. Scipio gave the boy a compassionate wink and set off toward his own alley, his home where he too was an orphan. He crawled through the window and walked into his bedroom, planning on what to do next. But he had not planned for Dumbledore to be standing there, eyes twinkling in wizarding robes.

*****************************************Harry*******************************************

Harry awoke to the fluttering of the owls' wings. He'd only just sent them yesterday and now they were back, zooming about his bedroom merrily with letters attached to their legs. Harry sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes and putting on his glasses. Soon, he'd find a permanent charm to keep him from having to wear these ridiculous glasses. He clamed down both of the owls and untied the great black barn owl first. This one had to be Tonks' reply.

Harry,

You've got me bad, my friend. How could I deny you of the only thing you want so badly? Besides, those lines about being as paranoid as Moody gave me the chills. I've already told Lupin, Shacklebolt, and Mad-Eye and we are all in approval that you deserve a break. We'll meet you in your kitchen at exactly twelve o'clock midnight tonight. Have your trunks ready, I'll provide you with a distraction for your relatives. I'll be wearing my green hair; I've become rather fond of snot colored objects.

Love,

Tonks

Great! Now he could go. Now all he had to do was read Ron's note. Only, it was from Hermione.

Dear Harry,

I'm so glad you responded it is rather hard not to be worried sick about you when you don't keep in touch. Tonks has written to us and told us everything. We'll be up and waiting for you by the fireplace, Lupin suggests we go by floo powder since the network is now accessible to us. No word still from Hagrid and Professor Dumbledore is expected a bit later than he expected. Won't even tell Ron's parents about it. Whatever it is, I hope it's good news; personally, I couldn't stand anymore bad news. Take care and hopefully we'll see you tonight.

Love,

Hermione

P.S., Ron's not in. It seems he has a new next-door neighbor. A very pretty blonde next-door neighbor. Come soon before Ron makes an utter arse of himself.

"Hmmm Hermione, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous. I really have to get you and Ron together by the end of term, you belong together," harry said with a wholehearted smile. He definitely had reason to smile now; he soon was going to be with his best friends for the summer. Nothing could ruin this day-

Bang.

"Boy, get out of that room now! Petunia needs some vacuuming done!" Uncle Vernon bellowed from outside Harry's door.

Or so he thought.

*****************************************Scipio*******************************************

Scipio's hands went directly for the wand in his pocket. He saw Dumbledore not do so much as move for his. Scipio now had the position of power. It was safe for him to question Dumbledore now.

"Who are you, Dumbledore? Who are you really?"

Dumbledore smiled and signaled for Scipio to lower his wand. Apparently the man did not want to fight. But what did he want and how did he find Scipio's hideout? Scipio slowly lowered his wand.

"Scipio, you say your name is? Scipio Black?"

For a moment, Scipio tensed. The man was after him. How could he have been so silly and blind? Now he was going back to Bristol, he'd never find out about his father and he'd never go back to Kikaider.

"Yes, I guess you're after me.  I'll get my things."

"What for?" Dumbledore asked in amusement. "I'm not taking you anywhere, unless you'd like to take me up on my offer after I tell you something I think you've been searching for all of your life."

"What would that be?" asked Scipio, clearly skeptical.

"Your father, you have been searching for him, am I right?"

"How did you know-?"

"Hold on Scipio, questions at the end. You say you come from Bristol, a muggle orphanage. Your mother's name was Millicent Dickinson? Your father's last name is indeed Black?"

"How'd you know my mother's name? Yes, I know this. I also know they weren't married. That's probably why the orphanage could never pin me with my father."

"Well, what if I told you I knew of your father?"

"You do –wait, what do you mean by 'knew of'?"

"Your father," Dumbledore began cautiously "has recently passed away."

"Oh," Scipio began with disappointment, "I see."

"Yes, another boy your age has found the loss of your father devastating as well."

"Really? Was he the boy's father?"

"No, his godfather. The boy is Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter? The Harry Potter? As in the Boy Who Lived? No way!"

"Yes, Harry had grown quite attached to your father during his third year at Hogwarts. He lost his only relation of family that day."

"He knows how I feel, huh?"

"Very much so."

"Wait, you never told me my father's name."

"Sirius, Sirius Black."

"You mean that English prisoner who escaped Azkaban? That's my father?" Scipio asked a bit disturbed and disgruntled.

"You have much to be proud of, your father was a good man-"

"My dad was wanted by the police? Cool!"

Dumbledore stared at Scipio in disbelief. There was no way that this boy was human, no way.

"So, now that I know this, what was your offer?"

"I could take you to visit Harry. You'll find that the two of you greatly resemble your parents. And that your parents were best of friends. Like brothers almost."

"So he's sort of like my brother twice removed? Neat, I've always wanted siblings."

Dumbledore smiled, then it dawned upon him. . .

"You have family left."

"What? If I did, why was I sent to an orphanage?"

"Perhaps you ran away too soon."

"Oh –hey, how did you know about that?"

"Resources."

"So, who are they? Are they rich?"

"Oh, they are quite rich. They have a son your age too."

"Really? What is his name?"

"Draco Malfoy."

"Sounds exciting. Is he my cousin?"

"Yes he is."

"Great! I think I see the other half of your deal now. I can stay with the Malfoy's, right?"

"Them permitting, I would see no wrong in it. However, there is a minor detail you may want to pay attention to when living with the Malfoy's."

"What? Are they like, deranged psychos?"

"No, Mr. Malfoy is wanted by the police. He is a death eater."

"Disgusting! I don't know Dumbledore, you're putting me in quite a position here. I'd feel like a spy almost."

"And that's exactly what you'll be. A spy upon the Malfoy's."

"Ahh! And you can keep tags on Master Malfoy's whereabouts as well as other death eaters whereabouts because the chances are, he'll know!"

"Correct. You don't have to do this, however. I know that you go to another school of witchcraft and wizardry. But if you are serious about having a home and finding more about your history, I could transfer you to Hogwarts."

"Really? How could you do that?"

"I'm headmaster, remember?"

"Oh yes, you mentioned that. But I had no idea you were the headmaster of a magical school. That makes all the difference."

"So, do you take me up on my offer, Scipio Black?"

"How could I deny it?"

*****************************************Harry*******************************************

Harry sat in the kitchen with his Hogwarts things, standing in the still of the night. Stupidly, the Dursley's had fallen again for Tonks' schemes and they were out getting ready for a vacation in Tahiti. Or so they thought, anyway. Harry had unboarded the fireplace and stood waiting. Suddenly, flames appeared and several people popped out of the fire.

Harry's advance guard had arrived.

"Harry! You've grown at least a meter since I last saw you! You're a giant!" Tonks exclaimed standing herself next to Harry. Harry was at least a head taller than Tonks, but he'd always been that way.

"Harry, great to see you again. I trust you've had a dreary summer with the Dursley's?" Lupin said apologetically.

"Not really. I pretty much locked myself up inside my room. They can't really disturb me when I'm locked behind a door."

"Good point," Shacklebolt stated, smiling slightly.

"Potter!" A deep voice growled from the back of the group.

"What?"

"Your wand isn't in your pocket, is it boy?"

Harry smiled. It was Mad-Eye Moody addressing him now. He was the only one paranoid about wand safety.

"No sir, it's in my bag."

"Your bag? What if it rubbed up against something and ignited? Everything you have could go up in flames! Not to mention the way your hand would be shriveled up!"

"Mad-Eye, who do you know that gets their buttocks blown off and their hands ignited? Whoever it is needs a vacation to St. Mungo's," Tonks asked, rolling her eyes at the senile old man.

A few chuckles were dispersed.

"Has anyone heard from Dumbledore?" Harry finally asked.

"No, though I think he is on his way back to London. He had some rather important business to attend to." Lupin answered.

"Even while he was on vacation?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Troubles stop for nobody, Harry. Not even for great wizards like Albus Dumbledore." Mad-Eye quickly added.

"Come along you all! We told the Weasley twins 12:15, and it is now 12:45. We don't want them to close the network on us!" Tonks said excitedly.

"Alright. I'll go with Harry," Lupin suggested.

"I'll go in front, Kingsley and Tonks take the rear," Moody grumbled.

One by one, they all walked into the fireplace screaming "The Burrow!" and they all ended up in the fireplace in Ron's kitchen. Harry stepped out and dusted himself off. How he hated traveling by floo powder.

"Harry! Ron, wake up, it's Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, running over to give a sooty Harry a tight hug. Then to Harry's surprise, she slapped him soundly across the face. Even Moody stopped to watch.

"You didn't write once to us! Can you imagine how worried we've all been about you? What happened to common decency?"

"It went out the window the moment you slapped me, I'd say Hermione."

Ron chuckled and moved toward Harry, who was now rubbing his face where a hand mark now appeared.

"Well, no worries buddy. I won't slap you." Ron said smiling at Harry's red face.

"That's a relief. Now, I'd say you all get to bed, you know how Molly gets in the morning." Lupin added walking towards the fireplace.

"You mean the way she always is?" Fred stepped in.

"A total w-iach?" George added.

"Well, she is a witch, Fred and George, but perhaps not the way you're implying. Goodnight all. We'll see you in the morning." Tonks said and she walked back into the fireplace screaming "The Order!" One by one, the adults went into the fireplace and left until the flames had gone from the fireplace. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred George and Ginny stood together in the kitchen looking around.

"So, how's your summer been, Harry?"

"Wretched, as usual. Yours?" Harry asked.

"Not too bad. The view is nice," Ron said pointing towards the window at a house down the street.

"Yeah, Fred and I have been doing a little snooping ourselves. Turns out, she has a twin." George said, looking out the window as well.

"No way!" Harry and Ron exclaimed.

"Yeah, Fred and I only realized when he saw one in the backyard and I saw one in the bedroom window." George added rather saucily.

"What were you dong looking into her window? You perverts!" Hermione asked, fuming.

"Ah, Hermione. One day you'll understand. You'll see that you too are watched. Isn't that right, Ron?"

Ron blushed a shade of red and ran up to his room.

George, Fred and Harry stood in the kitchen and laughed soundly. Hermione and Ginny both whispered something to each other and retreated upstairs after Ron.

"Where are you two going, shrimp?" Fred called out at Ginny.

"I'm going to bed. I'm tired and that's usually what I do when I'm tired, go to bed. You should try it, common logic."

"I think that was an insult." George said absentmindedly.

"I don't know . . . my brain is still spinning a bit. Perhaps we better catch some shut-eye. Come on, Harry, we'll take your bags up to Ron's room. Don't know what's gotten into the squirt lately." Fred said, worried.

"Yeah, I think he's confused." George then added.

"Confused? Of what?" Harry asked befuddled.

"He likes Hermione, but the girl next door is very inviting, if you know what I mean," Fred said with a wink. The twins carried up Harry's things and took them to Ron's room. Harry thanked the twins and took the bed beside Ron. He fell asleep faster than he had all summer.

*****************************************Scipio*************************************

Dumbledore led Scipio up the steps of the Malfoy mansion later the next day. Knocking soundly, he heard a house elf come to the door and ask rather haughtily:

"What business do you have with the Malfoy's, sir?"

"Tell Mrs. Malfoy that Albus Dumbledore is here with a nephew of hers."

"Dumbledore, eh, sir? Come in sirs. Come in. Mistress will not be pleased, not one bit."

Scipio looked around the huge mansion. There were thousands of pictures of wizards all looking at him in disbelief and in awe. One in particular spoke.

"You, boy, come here."

Scipio looked around as if someone else was standing behind him.

"Yes you, boy, are you retarded? Come here!"

Scipio walked up to the picture. In it was Phineas Nigellus, a noble older man who stared at Scipio in disbelief.

"You, you are a member of the Black family?"

"Yes, my father was Sirius. Sirius Black."

The hall stood silent, then all the pictures broke into conversation.

"Looks just like his father. Just like him," One witch pointed out.

"Hope he's not a muggle lover like Sirius, though." One man replied.

"I think he's a half breed. Those eyes are not Black family eyes." A skeptical fat woman spoke these words.

"Definitely not. Those resemble the Dickinson clan of Germany." A lonely witch spoke up.

"Exceptional full-breed family." A dark haired wizard replied.

"He's a full-blood! This is more than I could hope for!" Phineas said excitedly.

"Yes, you don't get too many of those anymore. Seems Sirius went out of the traditional league, didn't he?" another witch replied

"But this one, he looks like a warrior, look at those eyes! Finally, a member of the Black clan lives on! Go catch up with that fool, boy! I'll be sure to tell Narcissa in the parlor. She cannot refuse my only successor, not at all!" Phineas disappeared and Scipio ran off to join Dumbledore.

Dumbledore had gone off and Scipio now looked around for him. He didn't want to get lost in here; it was a rather large place to get lost in. He looked up the steps and saw a blonde boy with his hair slicked back, giving him the most malicious grin.

"Who are you?" Scipio asked, beginning to rise up the steps.

"I'm your cousin, Draco. The question is, who are you and why are you in my house?"

"Your house? I was under the impression that it belonged to Master Malfoy."

Draco twitched a bit. "He's not here any longer, but he will return. Until then, I am Master Malfoy. And I asked you who you were."

"Scipio Black. Son of Sirius Black."

Draco gaped open mouthed for a moment and turned it into a wide smile. "Welcome to Malfoy Manor, cousin. Where are you going to?"

"I'm here with Dumbledore. I am in great need of a place to stay, I have no family left."

"Mother isn't apt to take in strays, but if you are truly related to me as you say you are, you can expect to be living here for the next two years. More if you'd like. It's not really my call."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Can you take me to your mother? I need to meet with Dumbledore."

"Sure, follow me."

Draco and Scipio walked down the grand hallway and made their way into a dimly lit room. There stood Dumbledore and Scipio's aunt, Narcissa.

"You want me to do a favor for you? After what you've done to my husband? You insignificant pig! I'd rather die a muggle!" A woman cried out in white anger.

            Well then consider the favor not of me, but of Mrs. Black. Her grandson now stands in your home seeking shelter and you will not provide it for him. After all of the wonderful donations she'd given you so that you could marry Lucius? You owe her the favor. And the boy. If you do not take him in, he will go back to thievery on the streets of Venice! You cannot allow this to happen!"

"Indeed you cannot," Phineas jumped in. "My grandson needs a place of residence. He is the only member of the Black Family left. It was your fault he isn't here today to raise his son!"

"I had nothing to do with that!" Narcissa screamed, standing out of her seat. "Speak to your niece Bellatrix for that! Trixy was the one who murdered him, not me!"

Scipio stood frozen to the floor. Draco looked at his face and smiled.

"Perhaps you should go in," Draco suggested with an impish smile. "Mother has a soft spot for boys like you."

Slowly, Scipio made his way inside the room. The screaming ceased. Narcissa stood frozen, looking Scipio form head to toe.

"He looks just like Sirius. Just like him."

"Indeed. That is why I was so interested in him." Dumbledore said snappily.

"The boy can stay. He will stay here until term begins. Where will he be going to learn? Is he of magic?"

"He's a pure blood! Of course he's of magic!" Phineas bellowed in offense.

"Scipio goes to a wizarding school outside Venice. I could transfer the boy to Hogwarts if you are willing to keep him." Dumbledore added.

"Of course, he will go to Hogwarts. He will be in Slytherin with Draco." Narcissa said, beaming at Scipio.

"The boy will be sorted, Narcissa. Every student in my school is sorted. This case shall be no different." Dumbledore said with caution.

"He will be in Slytherin. I couldn't see the boy being in anything but Slytherin," Narcissa said with a great smile. "He has the look for it."

"We shall see. I'll go get his things. I must be on my way, Narcissa."

"Yes, be on your way. Don't come back here again, do you hear?"

"I hear you, Narcissa. Nor do I want to visit Malfoy Manor again. Good day."

Scipio's trunk appeared in the parlor and Dumbledore disappeared. Scipio stood in the parlor awkwardly. Phineas and Narcissa looked at him beaming madly. Malfoy entered the room.

"Where is he staying, mum?" Malfoy asked, smiling.

"Next door to you, Malfoy. I want you to make Scipio feel as welcome as possible. You will take him to Hogsmeade and to Diagon Alley with you to buy school supplies tomorrow."

"I have no money, Ma'am." Scipio said, feeling rather awkward.

"Call me Aunt Narcissa. Yes, I see that. Very well, I will provide you with money to shop with and some for your pockets. I swear to you, as long as you reside in Malfoy Manor, you will never go hungry or poor again."

"Thank-you Aunt Narcissa."

"There's a good lad. Draco, send in the house elves to bring Scipio's trunk to his room. Take him on a tour of the house. Then meet me downstairs for dinner. We have much to discuss."

"Yes mother." Malfoy said smiling.

"Yes Aunt Malfoy." Scipio added and walked out of the parlor with Draco. He had a family finally. . .  An evil rich family, but a family nonetheless.

*****************************************Harry*******************************************

Harry awoke late the next morning. He looked around the Ron's room confused for a moment and then remembered the events of last night. He slowly got out of bed and walked down the steps in his night clothes, hair messily set all over his face. Fred, George, Ginny, Hermione, Ron and Mrs. Weasley were already at the breakfast table.

"Oh Harry dear, it is nice to see you. You certainly slept like a log last night. Ron practically screamed in your ear to wake up. We've gotten your Hogwarts letters and supply list. We'll go out to Diagon Alley today to pick up school supplies."

"And to buy Ron a personality," Fred said in-between a cough.

"Ha ha, you're oh-so-funny Fred. What are you two going to do this year?" Ron said, slightly blushing.

"We have bought a shop in Hogsmeade next to the Hog's Head! Weasley's Wizard Wheezes Jokes for all Occasions Shoppe opens September first when you 'children' will be boarding the train to Hogwarts." George said pointing his finger at Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny.

"Save your money, you four. You'll be first to get samples." Fred announced proudly.

"No thanks, Fred. I wouldn't trust anything you make even if I had a ninety-nine and a half foot pole to touch it with." Ginny said with a disgusted expression directed at the twins.

"Whatever little sister. You'll be wishing you'd took us up on the offer later." George said with a wink at Harry.

"Okay you all, get dressed. We're leaving for Diagon alley in thirty minutes. If you're not ready, you get left behind!" Mrs. Weasley announced.

*****************************************Scipio***********************************

Scipio awoke to absolute silence. He looked around the giant bedroom he had and quickly lurched out of bed. The first thing he wanted to do was take a nice hot shower; he hadn't had one of those since he broke into a home off the Campo San Polo.  After he got out of his long luxurious shower and washed his hair throughout, he dressed in his best outfit, a pair of dark Khakis and a black T-Shirt. He was still combing his hair when Draco walked in, still in his pajamas.

"Scipio, It's time to get- oh, you're an early bird? That's fine; just don't wake me up when you do. I prefer my sleep to combing my hair."

"Ah Malfoy, that's partially because you don't have hair like mine. My hair must always maintain its soft bounce for the ladies."

"Whatever. Mother wants us downstairs in under an hour, we're going to buy school supplies for you and I. I have to buy you robes too. I don't think your school robes will do. Dumbledore sent you a  list of supplies you'll need. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to get ready."

"Sure thing Drac."

Scipio saw Malfoy wince slightly at being called 'Drac.' He smiled and went back to combing his hair into a ponytail. When he went downstairs to breakfast, he held his Hogwarts list in hand and kissed his aunt on the cheek.

"Good morning, Scipio. I trust you slept well?"

"Like a log. I haven't slept that well since-"

Scipio was going to say "since he'd been at the orphanage, but right now in his surroundings, he didn't want to bring up that bit of his past now.

"I'm glad," Narcissa said, not concerned that he hadn't finished his sentence. I told Draco to wake you up only five minutes ago. You can't have gotten ready that fast, could you?"

"I'm an early bird, I tend to wake up earlier than most normal people. That's what Draco informed me of."

"Yes, Draco sleeps like the dead. He's very moody when people awake him earlier than he'd prefer."

Just then, Draco cam downstairs in a green T-shirt and a pair of loose jeans, his hair slicked back perfectly.

"Are we ready? I have a lot of things I need to get and Crabbe and Goyle are supposed to meet me outside Gringotts."

"Wait until Scipio has finished eating, Draco!" Narcissa barked at Malfoy. Malfoy looked from her to Scipio and winked. Scipio caught the wink and understood what it meant.

"Aunt Narcissa," Scipio began, putting his plate down, though he was very hungry and very much wanted to finish his breakfast. "I think Malfoy and I should get going. It's best if we get everything done now so we can come home sooner. Is that okay?"

"Very well," Narcissa said, dismissing the two boys grumpily. "Be back before it gets too dark."

Draco led Scipio into the dining room and they walked into Malfoy's great fireplace. Draco pulled some floo powder from his pocket and screamed "Diagon Alley!" The two boys landed in the center of the Diagon Alley. Scipio had never before seen such a town. He'd be exposed to the magical world in Venice, but it wasn't nearly as developed as London. Draco gave Scipio a handful of coins. Then he explained to him the currency.

"I've given you a handful of Galleons. They shouldn't spend fast, I assure you. You'll need to buy a black Hogwarts robe and an owl. You can't get something like a rat or a cat because father despises them. You'll find your books in the shop across the street, and there are many places to eat. "

"I'm taking it that you're leaving me now, huh?"

"Yes, but you can fend for yourself. Diagon Alley isn't that big of a place. I'll meet you outside Florence Fortescure's Ice Cream parlor in two hours. Then we can hang out. You'll have to get a broom; I can't believe you don't have of your own! I've got some business to take care of."

"Alright Malfoy, see you in two hours."

Draco set off towards Gringotts and left Scipio to walk around the busy town alone. He managed to find all of his books, his robes (he'd gotten a blue dress robe as well), a small black barn owl he named Squawks, and looked around at the quidditch supply stores. He'd played quidditch at Kikaider, but he'd never owned a broom of his own. He was very excited to soon be buying a broom of his own. Feeling hungry, he walked to the ice cream parlor and sat at a table alone. A few girls from a local table invited him over and he gladly sat with them.

"Hi, My name is Pansy Parkinson. You must be from out of town, I haven't seen you at Hogwarts before, I'm sure I would have noticed you."

This received a few high-pitched giggles from some of the girls at the table. Scipio smirked. He was not out of his game.

"No, actually I'm from Venice, Italy. I'm staying with my cousin Draco Malfoy this summer, and will be going to Hogwarts this year."

"You're related to Malfoy? I figured you were, you're rather attractive."

Scipio smirked once again. "I guess it's in the genes, I wouldn't know."

"So, what's your name?"

"I'm Scipio, Scipio Black."

There was a deathly silence at the table. Pansy and the other girls stopped giggling and stared at Scipio in fear.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"You're related to Sirius Black?"

"Yeah, he's my father."

"Your father was a murderer?"

Scipio could feel the tension and glanced around for a way out. He didn't know what to say. Was his father really a murderer? Finally, one of the girls spoke up.

"Sirius Black wasn't a murderer, they found out he'd been framed. It was some mouse looking man . . . Peter Pettigrew. Fudge revealed that in an interview, remember?"

"Right," Pansy said loosening up again. "Peter was the murderer. It was a shame that Sirius had to die because of him, though. I know the ministry's in a load of trouble for convicting him on false charges."

Scipio suddenly wanted to get up and leave. He'd had enough ice cream and socializing with simple girls. He stood up and left, even after the girls whimpered and pleaded. "I've really got to go, I need to meet Malfoy back in town."

Scipio walked aimlessly through Diagon Alley, and looked through the window of the quidditch shop. He wasn't really looking at the brooms, though, he was thinking about his father.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George and Mrs. Weasley came into Diagon Alley together, but they separated and soon it was just Harry Hermione and Ron going to buys supplies. After they'd picked up their books, Ron and Harry wanted to look for quidditch supplies. Hermione insisted upon going to Gringotts to look into her account. Harry went from window to window looking at the different broomsticks. He'd seen a nice upgrade of his own Firebolt and walked towards the back of the shop to buy cleaning supplies. Harry stood froze in his place wwhen he saw who was standing there facing the wall, staring at an ancient Comet-Two-Sixty.

It was Sirius.

****************************************Scipio*************************************

Scipio was ready to leave the store when he heard someone call out "Sirius!" Scipio turned around, in disbelief, seaching for his father, but all he saw was a boy with untidy black hair and jet green eyes . . .and a lighting shaped scar. . .

It was Harry Potter.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Both boys stood frozen in place and stared open mouthed at each other for what seemed to be almost an eternity. It was Scipio who spoke first.

"You're Harry Potter?"

"Yeah, I'm Harry. Sorry, I thought you were –"

"Sirius Black?"

"-Er, yeah. Nevermind."

Harry had turned to leave when Scipio called out to him.

"You know about my father?"

Harry spun on his heels and gaped open mouthed at Scipio.

"Sirius Black is your father?"

"I'd think the correct tense is 'was'. He's dead now, isn't he?"

"Yeah," Harry said still gaping at Scipio. He was in utter disbelief . . . Sirius never told Harry he had a son. . .

"Sorry, I'm Scipio. I figure you already know my last name, eh?"

"Yeah. Why haven't I seen you at Hogwarts before? Why had Sirius never told me about you before?"

"I'm supposing he didn't even know I existed. That's why I'm here in London. I want to find out more about my father. My mother died in childbirth and I haven't got anybody else left in the world but my aunt and cousin."

"Your cousin?" Then the fact draped around Harry like a cold wet blanket. "Draco Malfoy is your cousin?"

"Yeah, I'm staying at their home this summer. You know Draco?"

"Yes the miserable little prat knows me," a cold voice said from behind Harry.

It was Malfoy.

"You! What are you doing here?" another voice said from behind Malfoy. It was Ron.

"Shopping Weasley. It's what people with money do, though I'm sure you wouldn't know that."

"Get lost Malfoy. Nobody wants you here!" Ron said pulling out his wand.

"Actually, my cousin might want me here." Malfoy said with a slight smile.

"Cousin? Who's your cousin? Harry, is that Sirius? What's happened to his eyes? No wait, that isn't Sirius, is it?"

"No," Scipio said, eyes directed at the floor. "I'm not Sirius Black. I'm his son."

"Son? What? Sirius had a son? I didn't know that!" Ron said, scratching his head, staring hard at Scipio.

"There are a lot of things you don't know, Weasley." Malfoy said with a sneer on his face. "I'd love to stay and chat, but Scipio and I have to be going to buy him a broom. He's going to be playing of the Slytherin quidditch team."

"Dumbledore said I had to be sorted first, Draco-"

"Never mind Dumbledore, he's just a cracked old fool."

"And your father is a dirty murderer." Harry growled, wand at the ready.

Draco stood there dumbfounded and then growled. "At least I have a father. Mine didn't die for a useless cause!"

Harry leapt towards Malfoy and thrashed him soundly into the display cabinet. Scipio looked alarmed.

"We've got to break them up!" Scipio exclaimed in fear.

"Why? This is a Kodak moment. Almost as good as the time Malfoy turned into a bouncing ferret!" Ron said, nibbling on chocolate frogs.

Scipio reached for his wand but both Harry and Malfoy screamed "No!" The two boys immediately let go of their death grips and stood up. Malfoy now had a bloody nose and Harry had a badly cut lip.

"Come on, Scipio. We can buy your broom another time!" Malfoy announced walking out the store.

Scipio looked at Ron and then at Harry and frowned. "I'll see you guys around, I guess."

"Don't count on it, Scipio!" Malfoy shouted from the front of the store. Scipio turned around and followed Malfoy out of the shop. Harry and Ron stood there in awe. Sirius had a son, and he was related to the most evil being next to Voldemort.

Scipio and Malfoy didn't speak much until they got back to the Manor. Even then, Scipio couldn't hold back the smirk on his lips when looking at how bad Harry had torn up his face. It was incredible.

End of Chapter 2. Don't forget to R/R. Any questions or suggestions are appreciated. Thank you.