A.N: Um, I think my brain is turning to mush, because I can't thick of anything to say in my Authors Note. Wait, something I was suppose to say is coming to me...Yeah I think I got it. My live journal (), has an update on it.

Although the previous ones have been boring, and I am not saying this one is any better, this one is a side scene from the story. One of Devlin when he was younger, I plan to do one of a few other characters. If people would like to give ideas for scene, I would love to consider them! Check it out please, and leave a comment.

IMPORTANT: I'm in a bit of a sarcastic mood, so don't be insulted with my answers. I apologize fore hand.


Athenakitty: Ah lets see which of these I can answer ::flips though restricted answers to restricted questions for chapter 20::. A) Does he ever? Another words, I can not even predict him, and I control him. B) I believe so, in less that chapter some how gets burned, or deleted. C) There are several ways for that to go... I will leave the guessing up to you for a while. D) it is looking unlikely. Thank you.


Kateydidnt: Yup. Is he a regular? I thought I recognized his name. Thank you.


Ill kawaii doom: Thank you, that is nice of you to say.


Professor Authordude: did you really need to tell me that, especially since i'm checking this at midnight. That is the worst time to get ideas in my head, now I'll dream about it...ICK! Thank you. Sirius needs a hug? He gets one in this chapter..


Eric2: We will see a lot of question done in the next, or the one after that, chapter. He could, but would he? That is the question.


Wiccan PussyKat: Ah, it is nice to read a regular reviewers comments. Hello again, yes Severus knows. Um, that little twitch at the end, that worried me. Are you alright, had to much coffee (if you drink the stuff)?
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Godric already knows were Harry is...he's known for a long time. I suspect that will end up infuriating Hermione.
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I have granted your wish. We don't get much of his opinion on Devlin in this, because he really doesn't understand just yet...but he will.
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Hmm.. I do know. I was quite bored today, and took it upon myself to read your bio, hehe. To late for what? If its the abuse, we'll have lots of memories.
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Yeah, I kind of left everyone hanging that has wanted Harry to meet Sirius for what like...at least two chapters. I'm not sure its perfect, but it will do.
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By the way, I'm doing side scenes, as you might have seen in my A.N, and posting them in my live journal. Check it out, if you like, there is Harry angst there. Thank you.


Silvercrystal77: Thank you. Ah, one must be very confused and...well off at the moment, to find that sneer comforting. Although...aw well can't ruin it for you.







Contradictions of First Thoughts.




He had his eye's closed, those emerald green eyes were invisible now, how he wished they were open. The door made little noise as he closed it softly, watching the boy for any signs of consciousness. He sighed in defeat; the child was asleep.


"Dunderhead; he's faking." Severus rose, passing him at the door. "If it's your turn to watch the boy, then I will gladly leave." Snape swept through the door, shutting it loudly.


A slight smile had formed on the small boys face now, and Sirius could just catch him say. "Goodbye Severus, nice seeing you."

There was a giggle at the end, then the child settled back into silence; eyes still closed. Sirius swallowed, chanting his first sentence over and over in his head, Hello Devlin, its Sirius, how are you?


Dumbledore had talked to him about the boy, and had said to call him Devlin.



"Hello, Ha, Devlin," Even with the practice, he had still started to say Harry. One eye opened, then the child sat stiffly up; watching Sirius's movements as he came across the room with an alertness that it frightened the adult.


"It's Sirius, how are you?" He felt stupid, saying it was him, because he could already see the boy had recognized him. Yet, the boy had made no movement to speak, no movement, as he always did in his dreams, to hug him. That unnerved Sirius further.



He sat down at the edge of the boys bed, the Auror at this time seemed to realize this was more personal, and slipped out of the room. The young man had assured himself that he was still following orders, just from the door, outside of the room. Mr. Black was certainly above his rank, and so he figured he owed the man some respect.


"How are you?" Sirius repeated. His hand was clenching his pants fabric; he wanted desperately to grab the boy in his arms, yet he didn't want this dream to end. The boy merely stared at him; green eyes seeming to consider the man before him.



"Hello Sirius. I'm fine." The words were small, spoken hesitantly from the child's frowning lips. His next words were even lower, so that Sirius would not have heard him if he hand not been sitting next to him. "How are you?"


The words, even just his voice, made Sirius relax. "I've missed you so much...Devlin. We've all been looking for you." He would have continued rambling his thoughts, his pain, to the boy, but the child's eyes had darkened. A guilt swept over those childish features, yet the emotion was not one that a child could have mustered.



"You're not happy then?" Sirius frowned at the odd question. Happy, I'm happy now! He wanted to tell the child, yet he knew that was not what the child was referring to. What did he mean?



"I gave them back to you, Sirius, you were still sad?" For a moment Sirius thought that the child had been Dumbledore, the pensive voice had the same tone.


Those green eyes were gazing at him, seeing everything. Sirius turned to the boy, and he brought his hand to hover over the child's cheek; he wanted to touch him, comfort him, but he withdrew his hand. He wanted more to talk to him, to never wake up. Sirius glanced down at his hands, they were trembling.



Suddenly, there was a soft stroke on his cheek, a touch, a caress. Harry had touched his cheek, then in a soft commenting voice Sirius heard him say, "You don't look as haunted, it must have helped some."



At that distinct moment, Sirius realized it was not a dream. Harry...Devlin, was beside him, alive, breath, seeing, hearing moving- he stopped the mental list, turning to his godson, and flinging his arms around the boy.



He didn't care now, that he was the one crying, that an eight year old was patting his back, and whispering comforting words in his ear; he was just to glade to be embarrassed.



Later, after telling Moony, Prongs and Lily, maybe then he would shrink in his chair and try to laugh it off, while turning
beet red, but right then- it just didn't matter.

















HOGWARTS- HERMIONE AND GODRIC


The halls of Hogwarts seemed to tower over her, as if trying to intimidate her into going back to bed, and there deserted floors seemed to pull at her feet, screaming at her that she was not suppose to be there. It always felt like she was intruding on its private time.




Godric had a hand on the wall, brushing it as they walked down the hall, like a child with a stick to a fence, and he was pensively staring down the halls. She regarded him for a moment, curious at why he was doing such a thing; she dare not ask though, because she dare not speak in the darkness, were any student might be hiding.



Suddenly, the youth turned, tipping his head at her. "Your tip toeing, why?" It was a strange accusation, and Hermione felt like pointing the obvious out to him. He didn't wait for her response though.



"Hogwarts will keep us safe, hidden and out of view. Do not fret professor, you students won't want to leave their dorms. Even if their portraits would let them out." The last part was spoken softly, after he had turned from her and begun to walk again.



She was left frozen, trying to understand his words. Abruptly, Harry came to mind, and she marched on ahead, leaving her urge for knowledge behind; her friend was more important.

For a moment, if she could pretend that the young man before her was wearing hogwarts robes, his hair was a bit amore messy, and she was still fifteen; Hermione could almost imagine she was back at hogwarts, a student, sneaking around at night with her best friend.




They had reached the Hogwarts Great Hall, and the doors leading to its exit. Hermione watched as the wizard before her opened the large doors, and beckoned her forward.



The air was chill, but she welcomed the wakefulness it brought with it. The sense of surrealisms seemed to be gone now, and with its departure, she could feel the gears in her mind unfreeze.
Not Harry, Hermione Granger, Devlin. His name is Devlin McClain now. Godric had said, and now those words sunk in.

Devlin McClain; had he hidden from them on purpose? No, they would have sensed his magic, if he had cast any concealing charms, and Hermione was sure, even in the Muggle world, he would have been spotted without them.


Had he lost his memory? Perhaps, it would have to be considered.


Had he been kidnapped, and one of Voldemort's servants had wiped his memory, hoping to have the boy in his charge when his Lord rose again? Again, it was a good possibility, one that made Hermione shutter.



"Mr. Gryffendor?" She waited for his nod, though he did not turn around. "You don't have to tell me where Devlin is; I'll follow you as blindly as you like, but tell me if he is hurt? If he still remembers?"



Godric turned to her, a dawning expression coming to his face, as he took in her distraught features. He seemed to consider her words from a moment, then he raked a hand through his hair. It looked like Harry's now.



"What Miss Granger, do you consider hurt? I can assure you that he remembers, but hurt is an awfully general word."









HOGWARTS- INSIDE DIFFERENT ROOM.



Whispers, they were crowding in his ear, tempting him to open his heavy eyes. Tempting him to meet the world, when it was a good five hours before he was suppose to. He tried desperately to shoo them away with a hand, but they did not leave. Finally he rolled over, intent to find out if it was his wife disturbing him.


The spot were her red hair should have laid, copper red in the low light, was empty. He frowned at this, his exhausted mind, having trouble deciding if this was all that unusual. The whispers came again, and he shot up in the bed, suddenly aware of a door rattling, and his wife's curses.



"Lily, what's wrong?" He asked, stumbling through the room as he tried to regain the feeling in his legs. When he reached the living room, now bouncing on one leg out of injury, his wife looked up at him.


She had been shaking the knob on the door, cursing at it, and she had just been about to ram it with her full body weight, when he had entered.


"It won't budge. I can hear footsteps out there. I've tried every spell, and it wont open! Its like something has locked us in here. And can't you hear those whispers? It sound like little fairy murmurs." James glanced in concern at the door, as he to tried to open it. Then a rueful smile came to his face, despite the situation.




"Now Lily dear, we both know we both have an entirely different idea on Fairies; you picture them as they are portrayed in those misleading Muggle books, I however, know them out of acquaintance. These murmurs are to nice to be of there making." The grin on his face vanished as soon as he caught the look on her face: her lips were pinched together, and she was pointing her wand at him.




"You met pixies, James, not Fairies." It had been an augment James always loved to bring up. Lily had always adored Fairies when she had been young, and, as James could catch from the one time he had met her parents, had decorated her whole room with the theme as a tiny child.



"Fine, I met Pixies. Whatever I saw, they were devilish." His wife put her wand away, while James pointed his back at the door.



Nothing worked...an hour later and they'd tried every spell. From first year spells to beyond seventh. The whispers were still there, jingling almost disapprovingly.


When James had rammed into the door, and then sat on the sofa to rub the bruised shoulder, those whispers had turned to laughter; deep and rich. There were entertained- they were watching them...














NEXT MORNING- MINISTRY.



The room was a caucus of chattering, because it seemed there was not much out of office work to be done. Those without paper work to do, were gathered in the center of the room; filling the room with the crowded, skitter speech of to many people confined in a to small place. He wanted to cover his ears as he passed them.



It was much quieter at his end of the Ministry, and even then, the chattering was merely about Quidditch. This was the annoying, to-many-different-subject-over-lapping-each-other, noise. finally, and thankfully, he reached the office he had been called to; Emmeline Vance's.



Emmeline was an older Witch, who had work with both the Order of the Phoenix, and the Ministry, for some time. She worked in the section most Wizards liked to call, Explain Magic to Muggle's.
Its real name, though he could hardly remember it, was: Muggle Introduction to the Magic Community.



They're main load of work was the sending and talking to Hogwarts Muggleborn parents, and explaining the school to them, they also dealt with such things as Werewolves who had been Muggle's. All and all it was mainly paper work after the first visitation.


Her brown hair was sleeked back into a loose pony tail, that he thought she might have just put in to avoid it falling off her shoulders as she bent over some papers on her desk. She glanced up as the noise from outside filtered in, it then disappeared with such strength, as the door closed, that he had to conclude she had a silencing charm on the room.


"Hello Mr. Weasley, please take a seat." He did, wasting no time to see if this woman was the impatient type. He had seen her at the Order meetings, but has not socialized with her out of them.


"What can I do for you?" He asked, getting to the blunt point. She shuffled some papers into their proper order, and put them in a file.



"Hmm, I wanted to know if you could do me a favor?" Ron shrugged in non committal. "Dumbledore asked if I could find someone from the club to, ah help with a case. He wanted me to make sure it was someone from the club that I asked to do this job."



Ronald nodded, waiting for her to continue. "Sadly, their are not many in my division that belong to it, and so I had to consider others that are just done the hall. Therefore, this is a favor."



"What is it?" He asked, knowing he would end up doing it anyway.


"I need you to talk to some parents, Muggle ones. Their son has just been committed to St. Mungos for a dangerous snake bite. Dumbledore asked for...basic magic to be explained. Only Merlin knows why, because we were simply going to obviate them all, but Albus knows best." She slid the folder over to him, and he caught it; reading the child's name: Devlin McClain.