"HARRY!"

Harry rubbed his eyes groggily. He had fallen asleep on the couch again, reading. His glasses were hanging off one ear. Wilbur was asleep in his lap, and making little squealing noises in his sleep.

"What?" Harry mumbled.

"Where did I put the spatula?" Harry groaned and started to get up, shifting Wilbur.

The eight-year old boy walked into their new kitchen. Sirius was attempting to make eggs, which were looking very well done on the stove. The spatula was no where to be found. Harry ran back out into the living room and snatched his wand off of the coffee table.

"Accio Spatula!" Harry said. An instant later the spatula came speeding into the living room, nearly hitting Wilbur. The little pig squealed and ran into Harry's bedroom.

"I've got it Sirius!" Harry yelled, running back into the kitchen. Suddenly there was a huge explosion, which sent Sirius flying back into the opposite wall.

"SIRIUS!" Harry exclaimed, running over to his godfather, who was coughing loudly while trying to remain standing. "What did you do?"

"I just put bacon on the pan!" Sirius yelled back. "What happened?!"

"Oh…" Harry said in a small voice. He looked over at the stove that looked black and burnt. "Sorry…"

Sirius arched one eyebrow and stared intently at his godson. "What did you do?"

"I enchanted the pans…"

"To do what?"

"To…explodewheneversomeoneputsmeatonthem." Harry immediately adverted his eyes to the floor. Sirius just stared in disbelief.

"Un-enchant it," Sirius said sternly. "And then go and get that pig of yours ready. You need to take him for a walk. Then come back immediately. No dallying in the park."

"Alright."

Sirius attempted to clean up the mess that the explosion had made, while Harry went out to walk his pig. He started scraping the ceiling with that newfound spatula, for there were bits of egg and bacon stuck to it.

Harry had been studying magic so much lately… Sirius wasn't even sure if he could keep up with his godson. Harry had gone through all of his books, and would need new ones soon. That means a trip to Diagon Alley…. But they would go there after Harry started his new school…

~*~

Dear Cam,

How are you doing? A few days ago I started the forth grade. I'm assuming that you did to, or you are going to soon. Or perhaps you already have. My teacher's name is Madame Carters. She's really nice.

What have you been doing lately? How is Florida? You still live there, right? We just moved, but (as usual) I cannot tell you where. Let's just say that I'm brushing up on my Francais. Sirius seems to be getting more nervous since we're closer to his old home and his old Ministry of Magic. I've been reading up on the Old Ministries, and there really weird. Really different from the United States, or any other sort of government I have heard of.

Guess what! I got a pet! His name is Wilbur, and he's a pig (or cochon.) I saved him from that evil farm that you liked. Sirius didn't want me to keep him, but I convinced him in the end. You'll really like him when you come to visit next. Sirius says that if we're still living here (wherever HERE is) at Christmas, you can come visit and meet Wilbur. He's really excited!

Well, I have to go now, Sirius is still yelling at me about the pans I enchanted (I'll tell you later)

Au Revoir! (I think that's how you spell it…)

Harry


Dear Harry,

You got a pet pig! AWESOME! I always wanted a pet but my mom says that I'm not responsible enough but I really am but she just thinks I'm a moron, which I'm not. It's so cool that you got a pet pig! Wilbur? Isn't that from Charlotte's Web? I've seen the movie but I haven't read the book yet. Do you have it? If you do can you send it to me?
My magical studies have been going REALLY good. I learned the Stunning Spell and the Banishing Charm yesterday. I think that I need to get my own wand though, because it's getting a real pain to be using Mom's. Plus, there was the whole issue of me not knowing the countercurse to the Stunning Spell… took mom a while to wake up from that one.

Mom says that we might go on a trip to Hawaii during Christmas Break. Maybe you can come too! I've never been there before, have you?

Oh- Mom says hi to Sirius.

I gotta go. Evil-mom of the south is calling.

Cam

~*~

Remus looked around his Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, at the first year Gryffindor students that were dutifully copying down their homework assignment. It was only the second week of school, and he could already tell which were the 'good' students and which were going to be 'problem' students. Percy Weasley, the latest of the Weasley clan to attend Hogwarts, had already written 10 pieces of parchment over the requirements. Oliver Wood, on the other hand, had talked incessantly about Quidditch through Remus' whole lesson.

The bell rang, and he yelled above the crowd, "Mr. Weasley, please stay after class."

Percy turned and stared at Remus with frightened eyes, and slowly approached the desk.

"Yes Professor?" Percy said timidly.

"No need to be scared," Remus laughed. "You're not in trouble."

Saying this didn't seem to matter. Percy still looked as if Remus was coming at him with a sword.

"I just wish to request that you keep your essays no more than 2 pages over the required amount," Remus smiled. "It's becoming tiresome to spend hours grading one student's work."

"Yes sir," Percy said quickly. "Sorry sir."

"Don't be sorry. You had some very interesting points. Just… try and make it shorter."

"Yes sir." Percy stared up at Remus as if expecting something else.

"Er… you can go now."

"Yes sir!" And with that Percy Weasley scurried out of the room.

~*~

"Harry! Are you ready go go!?" Sirius yelled, pulling on his coat and pocketing his wand. He was in disguise as a blonde, short hared man with sunglasses. Harry was disguised too. Harry jumped down the last three stairs in the house and proclaimed that he was ready.

"Alright," Sirius said, clapping his godson on the shoulder. "Ready to Apparate?"

"When am I going to learn how to Apparate?"

"When you're older. Now, grab my coat and hold on."

He reached up and grabbed onto his godfather. A second later, the house was empty.

And they were in Diagon Alley…

~*~

Sandy and Cameron walked past the magical stores, Cameron struggling against her mother's insistent grasp on her hand.

"Mom! No one else's mom holds their hand in public! What if someone sees me?!"

"Cam, you don't know anyone in the Wizarding world. Who'll see you?"
"That's not the point!"

Cameron continued her struggle as Sandy pulled her onward. Sandy was wearing a hooded cloak that she had managed to get a hold of, and dark sunglasses as well. Cameron was just wearing Muggle clothes and stood out immensely.

Sandy pulled her daughter into The Leaky Cauldron, and they took a booth in back.

"Mom, what are we doing here?" Cam asked, while Sandy grabbed a discarded newspaper and leafed through it.

"You'll find out," was all she said.

A minute later two people walked into the Leaky Cauldron. A boy and a man. The boy spotted the two of them and instantly ran over.

"Cam!" he whispered loudly.

The eight-year old girl stared bewilderedly at the blond boy. "Who are you?"

"It's me," the boy whispered, sitting down next to her. "Harry."

Cameron's eyes got wide and then she pulled the boy into a one armed hug and squeezed.

"Cam! Can't… breath!"

"Hey," Sirius said, sitting down next to Sandy.

"Hi." Sandy said shortly, looking around to see if anyone was staring. Meanwhile, Cam was attempting to give the squirming Harry a noogie.

"Knock it off you two," Sandy said. "We don't want to draw attention."

"And if anyone asks," Sirius said, "You two are brother and sister."

Harry and Cam turned to look at each other. "EW!"

"Shhh!"

Sirius turned and saw Tom, the bartender, approach.

"What can I get you?" Tom asked.

The four of them placed their orders and waited to make sure that no one was listening.

"Did you find out anything?" Sirius said to Sandy.

"Nope. The newspaper is shit-"

"Mom!"

"Sorry sweetie. We ain't just going up to someone and say, 'so, any breaks on the Sirius Black and/or Sandy Dungerfeild cases?'"

"I didn't expect us to go right up to someone and say-"

"Sirius, can I get an owl?" Harry asked, eyeing a tawny owl that was perched on a customer's shoulder.

"Harry, you just got a pig. I don't think owls and pigs mix very well. And don't call me Sirius in public. Call me… call me anything but Sirius."

"Mom, can I get a pig too?" Sandy asked.

"No. Pigs aren't allowed in the house."

"Can I get an owl?"

"No."

"Everyone be quiet! Tom's coming back over."

The food arrived, and they ate in silence.

~*~

Cam and Harry went running through the crowded streets. Sirius and Sandy had reluctantly allowed them to go wander around ("so long as you STAY TOGETHER!"). Cam stopped in front of the Broom store, and pressed her nose against the window.

"These're all old models," Cam sighed, pushing away from the window. Harry looked in at the polished brooms that lay in the display case and then followed Cam down the street. There were wizards and witches everywhere, doing their shopping, talking avidly about whatever had been in the news, and complaining about Quidditch teams. Harry listened avidly, trying to catch whatever snippets of conversation he could.

"Harry? Yoo-hoo! Harry!" Cam was waving her hand in front of his face. "Where are you, O' Abnormal one?"

"I'm right here," Harry said, pushing her hand away. "C'mon, let's go to the book shop."

Flourish and Blotts was practically empty when Harry and Cam walked in. There were a series of enormous books on display that said Enormous Magical Animals of Asia and some tiny ones called Tiny Magical Animals of Australia. Cam walked down the isle of Transfiguration books, while Harry walked over to the Defense Against the Dark Arts section. Several of the books looked dark and ominous. There were several bright and cheery books with the same author, Gilderoy Lockhart.

Harry started to pull books off of the shelves, including An Advanced Guide to Defense against the Dark Arts and Advanced Transfiguration. He wandered around the store, with one of the shopping cauldrons and occasionally leafing through books that he thought would be helpful in his magic studies.

He walked across Cam, staring avidly at the cover of Teen Witch Weekly. He snorted at the dorky looking boys on the cover, which earned him a punch on the shoulder from Cam.

At around two o'clock Sirius and Sandy walked in, deep in conversation.

"Honestly, we ain't got a chance of a trial if we don't have some sort of inside source in the Ministry."

"Well, since we're most likely hated and despised in every aspect, having that chance is very unlikely."

"You're just hated 'cause everyone thinks you betrayed your best friend. I'm hated because I 'killed' my husband. Stupid cheating bastard."

"Har-er… Harold…" Sirius called out. "Do you have everything you need?"

Harry and Cam came to the front of the store, carrying their purchases. Harry's cauldron was mainly filled with educational books, while Cam's was filled with magazines and books on how to do hair magically.

Sirius dug through the cauldron, looking at the books that Harry had chosen.

"Harry," Sirius whispered so no one would hear. "Why don't you go choose a book on Magical Animals. You don't seem to have one."

Harry ran to the back of the store, searching for the section on Magical Creatures. Harry was just going through the bookcases, pulling out books and reading their descriptions. He was kneeling on the floor when the hairs on the back of his neck started to raise. Someone was watching him. Harry started to turn around slowly, but a hand clasped open his mouth to muffle his yell and he was dragged out of the back exit, kicking and screaming.