Author's Note: This chapter comes with an insanity warning that occurs during Dursley torture, and this is the beta-ed version. And yo Sirius!

Sirius: Who? Me?

Whisperer: Of course you! Guess what?

Sirius: What? You're insane?

Whisperer *frowning*: Nope, we get to do thank yous, drum roll, please!

*Sirius knocks on desk*

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Sequel to Harry Potter and the Emerald Eye.( I suggest you read that first, but you don't have to, it's just a good idea.) Harry's in for quite a year when he starts seeing things that no one else can, is it a dream? Or is he really going crazy? Questions start arising like what did Voldemort do to his victim after he killed them? This has it all; mystery, insanity, a lot of Sirius and Remus, and everyone calls Harry a lunatic at least once! ;)

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Chapter 2: Symbols and Some Sirius Black Payback

Harry pulled his arm away as soon as Sirius loosened his grip on it, he looked at Sirius, who was pulling a sweatshirt over his baggy white nightshirt and jeans over his boxers. "What are you doing?"

"We're doing," Sirius corrected, and tossed Harry a sweatshirt. "It's cold in the library early in the morning," he added.

Bewildered, Harry pulled on the sweatshirt, and followed Sirius to library. As they walked through the eerily quiet castle with only the shuffling of their feet to break the silence, Harry felt a strong sense of foreboding. He thought Sirius felt the same way because he kept looking this way and that searching for something, and when finding nothing wrong started to walk faster. By the time they reached the library Harry was jogging to keep up with him.

It was freezing, and still dark in the library, the air was stale and dust lay thick on the aged tomes. Sirius walked over to a section that was near the back of the library, dust rising off the floor with his every step.

The library all to ourselves, Harry thought, Hermione would love this.

Sirius was grabbing books at random, the sort of books that Harry would never pictured his godfather reading: Symbols for the Suspicious Sort by Ichabod Crane, Chinese Emblems for the Chinese Wizard, English Version (Perfect to read while eating Fortune Cookies!), and Are You Cursed? by Loki Jinx.

"Should I go get some noodles, and rice?" Harry asked eying Chinese Emblems for the Chinese Wizard, English Version as he sat down in an empty chair. "What are we looking for?"

Sirius gave him a perplexed look, and started rapidly flipping through the books. "Anything pertaining to dragons or scars."

The minutes seemed to crawl by for Harry, he had no idea why Sirius was so dead set on finding whatever he wanted to find because there was a lot about dragons and scars in these books, but none of it was what Sirius was looking for. Clouds of dust rose up in their face whenever they opened or snapped shut a book. Sirius let out an anguished moan; Harry jerked his head up.

"God, no," Sirius moaned, dropping the book he was reading, "you're marked."

"I'm what?"

"Marked with a red dragon, a sign of one who's soul is in peril," Sirius closed the book solemnly. "The mark of the damned."

Nervously, Harry looked at the crook of his right arm, the tiny dragon seemed to glare up at him. What Aunt Petunia, and a boy had said about him years ago came back.

"Why is my scar like this?" a five-year-old Harry dared to ask, pointing to his forehead.

"Because you're damned," she snapped. "And don't ask questions."

The next day Harry asked one of the older students who watched his class during lunch what damned meant.

"It means that no one will ever like you, your parents probably abandoned you because you're bad luck!" the older student snarled. "Now go away, I don't want to be damned too."

Slowly, Harry said in a small voice, "I'm damned."

"Harry? What's wrong?" Sirius asked, noticing the look on Harry's face. "Wake up! Earth to Harry! Wake up!"

Eyes wide, heart racing, Harry shot up in his bed, where was he? The hospital wing? What, wasn't he suppose to be in the library? His eyes darted to his right arm, a small dragon glared up at him. "It wasn't a dream."

"What wasn't?" Sirius said concernedly, his normally neat hair resembled Harry's.

"I'm damned," he whispered softly, "I'm marked with a red dragon, I'm damned."

"What red dragon?"

Harry pointed to where the scar was, but Sirius shook his head and felt Harry's forehead.

"It doesn't feel like you have a fever, do you feel okay?"

"Yes, of course," said Harry, puzzled. "Don't you see the scar?"

Sirius gave him a funny look. "No," he said slowly, "there isn't a scar at all."

Harry's eyes expanded, and he looked down at the scar, it was gone. It was completely gone. "Maybe I am sick," Harry leaned back on the pillows feeling apprehensive.

"Maybe, you fainted a second after I woke you up, it was odd enough," Sirius shrugged.

"Maybe," Harry knew he had seen the dragon, why couldn't Sirius see it though? "Maybe the Dursleys were right."

"What!"Sirius snapped, his voice hard and cold.

Harry felt himself recoil muttering, "Nothing."

Sirius opened his mouth then closed it, Harry was acting strange, but he decided not to press the matter. He hmm-ed thinking very hard before a diabolical smile came over his face.

Harry knew that look, he had seen it dozens of times on the Weasley twins, Sirius was scheming. "What's up?"

"How would you like to get them back, your- I use this term loosely-relatives?"

"Definitely."

Sirius glanced to check if Madam Pomfrey was eavesdropping, she wasn't, then whispered something in Harry's ear.

Harry nodded, "Remus in on this?"

"Of course."

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Harry walked past the immaculately kept front lawn of four Privet Drive and up the walk. He hoped Sirius knew what he was doing, as he rang the doorbell.

A few seconds later the door was flung open, and Harry was greet with his uncle's purple-ish face. "Where have you been?" Without waiting for a reply Vernon Dursley dragged Harry inside the house and slammed the door closed. He turned to Harry, lifted his fat hand and brought it down on Harry's face. "What are you doing back here?" Uncle Vernon thundered. "Where have you been? Not so much as a note! Just got up and left! I won't stand for it boy! I won't!"

Harry's face still smarted from the slap, "It was a matter of life and death," he muttered.

"A matter of life and death my eye, your life isn't worth anything to anybody. Your kind isn't worth the time of day, wand-waving freaks. If I had any sense I would have . . ." Vernon Dursley never finished that sentence because at that moment he heard a snarling at his feet. Looking down he saw a massive black dog, hackles rose, hair on end, inch-long fangs glistening.

With a crack like a bullwhip, the dog vanished and a man stood in its place.

"Sirius!" Harry grinned as he saw Uncle Vernon's face pale to the color of paste.

Sirius did look intimidating, he had done some spell so that his hair looked like an elbow length tangle again, and was wearing his old Azkaban robes for an escape convict touch. "What were you saying, Dursley?" his voice sounded like a wolf snarling.

"I-I was . . ."

"I thought so," Sirius's eyes darkened to black. "I'll say this once, and only once, I'm taking Harry to live with me."

Uncle Vernon seemed to break out of his daze, "Now just see here, you convict! You can't waltz in here, and-"

"I can and I will," Sirius snapped, then brought out his wand and ran a finger over it. "Any other words?"

"Yes," Uncle Vernon said slowly gathering up his courage. "I could have you arrested you know."

"Try. Right now. Try."

Vernon Dursley did try the phone number, a number his wife had kept since Black had first escaped, the phone it rang twice before a recording came on, "You have reached the Department of Agriculture and Fisheries, all of our operators are busy at the moment please hold." Uncle Vernon grumbled for a moment until a someone picked up the other line.

"Hello, I'm Remus, how may I help you?"

"Wasn't this the alert line for information about Sirius Black?" Uncle Vernon spat.

"No sir, that line has been disconnected for several years."

"B-but Sirius Black is in my house right now!"

"I'm sure he is, and today we are conducting a public survey on the subject of should our fishermen be using live bait, would you like to participate?"

"B-but!"

"Perhaps Sirius Black might like also to participate?"

Uncle Vernon slammed down the phone in disgust. "You!" he pointed at Harry. "You had something to do with this! You and your kind! The world would be a better place if all of you wizards just jumped off the London Bridge really! Not to mention . . . wizard are the greatest people in the world!" Uncle Vernon finished in a high squeaky voice much like a house elf's.

Sirius was wearing a satisfied smile, "You see what you get for bad-mouthing wizards? Now to teach you a lesson for, say about a month you will be singing our praises to the sun, the moon, and the stars."

"Sirius Black . . . you are the one of the most amazing wizards I've ever met!"

This was just too much for Harry and he started laughing like mad.

"You think this is funny boy? The great Harry Potter thinks I'm funny! This is the most wonderful day of my life!" Uncle Vernon looked like he was about to explode from anger.

Sirius threw his head back and cackled. "Harry," he gasped between laughs, "let's go get your stuff and out of this dump."

"This dump!" Uncle Vernon yelled as Harry and Sirius headed for the stairs. "Your kind . . .are always so right, this place is a dump!"

Harry and Sirius were laughing all the way to Harry's room. Once inside Harry decided to ask what Sirius had done to Uncle Vernon.

"Just what I said, for a month every time he thinks about a wizard or witch he will have to sing our praises to the sun, the moon, and the stars and any other unfortunate person who happens to be standing near-by. How's your cheek?"

"Fine," Harry tossed some clothes in his trunk. "Nice job on the voice by the way."

"Thanks, finish packing now, talk later."

Harry eagerly dashed around the room, tossing things into his trunk and then straightening them out when he noticed that his trunk wasn't going to close properly. "Done," he said satisfied. In reply Sirius raised his wand once more and flicked it. A screech can from downstairs.

"Uh oh," they said in unison and dashed downstairs to see what was the matter.

What they saw was the most awful, most horrible thing in the world, Uncle Vernon was singing about wizards and witches. Aunt Petunia and Dudley were sitting on the couch horrified.

"They're so wonderful, so lovely! They all deserve a trophy!" he sang in a house elf-ish voice.

"Maybe this was a bad idea," Sirius snickered.

"Let's get out of here before he starts sprouting sonnets about us," said Harry urgently.

"Point taken," with that the trunk came floating down the stairs and landed in front of the fireplace. Sirius lit a fire, and tossed some Floo powder in it causing the flames to turn green, "See you in a second, Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" He and trunk were whisked away.

"Going so soon great Harry Potter?" asked Uncle Vernon sadly. " Please visit again, it is such an honor to have wizards such as yourself in our humble home, farewell parting is such sweet sorrow!"

"Okay," Harry said quickly, throwing a pinch of powder into the flames and shouting Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A moment later he also was whisked away by the warm emerald flames.

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