O.K., before you say anything, I know that I haven't updated for absolutely ages, and I have no excuse! It was just me being lazy this time! I finally got a review from one of my best friends- who I didn't know even read fanfiction- and she gave me the boost I needed. So thank you very much- you know exactly who you are! Now on with the story. (At last!)

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Albus Dumbledore was usually the most patient man in the world, but sometimes just nothing goes right. He had lost five good friends in the space of two days. Lily and James Potter had been murdered in cold blood, and the house was in ruins. The house that had been standing for a thousand years. Peter Pettigrew had also vanished. Probably to grieve in peace.

Sirius Black, the infamous prankster had been found to be the traitor in the Order. He had disappeared without a trace, and Albus was very sorry in ever trusting the bastard. Just showed that he was too trusting. And as for Harry. Well Albus had always felt a special bond with the small child.

As soon as he had met him, that first time, back in August, he had known there was something special about Harry Potter. He was born to immensely powerful parents, but there was something more than that. A sense of trust surrounded Harry, as if he could be relied on in the most difficult of situations. you felt as if you could trust him above anyone else, and he would trust you back. Loosing Harry had been the hardest thing of all.

Dumbledore would never have believed anyone could even try to kill him, but that was without Tom Riddle. Without Tom Riddle. Foreign words but true. Without Riddle they were, but with Black and Lupin out there, were they really safe? Albus sighed, and buried his face in his beard. Sometimes just nothing goes right.

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.and I will bring him back to Hogwarts when he is eleven. Your ever faithful friend, PADFOOT. p.s. PLEASE BELIEVE ME.

He didn't know what to think. Everything was so sudden, it was swimming around in his already throbbing head.

He had always been surprised that Peter turned into a rat when he transformed, as the animagus spell reflected one's true personality, but then again, Sirius turned into a grim. No the greatest of omens. It could be seen as a cute cuddly dog, but then Peter could be a cute pet rat. Aaargh, this was frustrating!

He had always been better friends with Sirius, and could never see him as a traitor. And Peter had been acting very oddly. Come to think of it, Remus had not actually had a proper conversation with Pettigrew since he found out that Lily and James were targets. And Peter never was a very good liar. Honestly, when asked if he was eating gum in class, he said no with his mouth so full it started to spill out. Heh Heh, he got detention for that! Says his arm is still aching from all that cleaning! Pringle was beside himself!

No, Sirius wasn't the traitor. though I will have such a hard time proving it. If he had only left Harry. If only he said where he was! He'll have warded himself against tracking spells, I bet. The best I can do is wait until Harry comes to Hogwarts, though I don't know how that will work either. Maybe I could be the Defense teacher then. One of the only things I'm good at. Typical. Defending against myself. God, I hope you know what you are doing Sirius.

Sirius woke up, and groaned. He was sooo not a morning person. He had a massive bed head, and he badly needed to shave. To top it off, Harry was wailing loudly in the next room. After staring around at the new room uncomprehendingly, he realized where he was and groaned yet again.

After seeing to Harry, he dropped onto the couch, and screwed his face up. Lily and James were dead, Remus probably didn't believe him and it was only 8:30 am. This was a lethal combination of events.

At least it was Saturday. A ray of hope in a very long tunnel. That and Harry. Or I suppose he has to be called William now. Damn this is going to be hard. Oh well, I suppose things can only get better. But will they?

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"Harry, wake up, it's supposed to be you that wakes me up, not the other way round, you dozy kid. C'mon, it's your birthday!" Harry groaned.

"Can't I be eight another time? Perhaps when I'm awake? It's a Sunday! Weekend equals lie-in. Pleease?" Splash! " I guess not."

Harry got up and stretched, glaring at his godfather. Sirius was standing to one side of his bed, with a grin and a bucket. "I am going to get you back for that, when I'm not wet and sleeping. Thanks for the lovely birthday present. Speaking of which..?"

"In the lounge. Get dressed and come downstairs."

With a half-hearted scowl at Sirius, Harry pulled on a t-shirt, sweater and jeans. He then attempted to brush his hair, and then jumped down the stairs. He bounded into the living room and grinned at Sirius. It was impossible to stay mad at him.

After unwrapping a new Hi-fi for his bedroom, and some new clothes, books and videos, Harry sat down to a scrumptious meal of bacon, eggs, sausages, mushrooms, fried bread, tomatoes and baked beans. After this, Sirius turned to him, looking serious (snigger!)

"Harry, it's time to let you know why we have to call you William in public. Well, it started with your father."

(A/N. I am not going to do the whole story. If you don't already know then you shouldn't be reading fanfiction.)

"So, I stopped the most evil man in the world, but you were framed and we moved here?" Harry was amazed. He had found it weird, having two names, but he had lived with it. Now he finds out that he is the most famous person in the wizarding world! Well, he couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts! Just then the doorbell rang, and his best friend Georgina came in.

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A/N I have decided to stop this story. If anyone wants to carry it on, then that's fine, but I have just had enough of it. I never remember to do any more to it, and there isn't much point in it anymore. Sorry to everyone who liked it!

Cheers, and many apologies.