A.N: Go to my live journal, link is on my bio, to see answers to your reviews. Er, I've had a lot of school to do, as of late, and it is my allergy season. I HATE allergies. Really those are all the excuses I have, so I will try to do better from now on...

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, all the their copy rights are held by Warner Brothers, and JK Rowling, and other small parties. I do own the name of Devlin McClain, and the the whole characters of Elizabeth and Ryan McClain.

ON WITH THE STORY

Blue, a night blue. He had changed it into a deep shade of blue, and that was Rowena's color. He sighed, it would have to do, for his red would have attracted a better part of attention.

He had disposed of the cloak, vanished it for now, and had changed the tunic into a night sky color. His pants were Muggles, he would have fit oddly in both worlds, but it would have to do.

Hermione had charmed some shoes for herself, and at his request transformed her night clothes into a more appropriate outfit. She had retorted at first, that she wanted to get there fast and would waste no time on appearances.

That was until Godric had told her it "will do no good to walk in the doors, and thought crazy. I'm sure, as a hospital, they have plenty of empty, lockable, rooms."

She had done as he had asked, and they had continued to the hospital. Once they had reached the end of Hogwarts anti-apperation wards, they had disappeared, only to reappear a block away from St. Mungos, the length of their anti-apperation wards.

Hermione walked with brisk, long, strides, fed up with the time it had taken them to get this far. Curiously, Godric seemed to be moving almost hesitantly. Hermione went to scold him for lacking behind, only to realize that he was in pace with her.

It was not the speed at which he moved that made her think of him as hesitant, but the they way he was peering at his feet, instead of their destination, and that his shoulders were hunched.

She sent a fleeting regard to his face, but he looked away, and hurried on. They were at the old building, with the outdated clothes in the window before she knew it, and Godric had gotten them inside, before she was even aware of the street being replaced with the lighted hall.

She went to the desk, to ask for a boy by the name of Devlin. While the old woman behind the desk, flipped through paper, Hermione happened to spot Lily and James, sitting in the waiting chairs.

She left the desk, telling the person behind it not to bother, that she had spotted some of the family, and went over to the Potter's.

That was also then that she noticed Godric was not at her side, nor anywhere in the room.

HARRY AND SIRIUS.

They were alone again, but neither of them moved. He had thought that they had filled in the hole that had separated them, left them awkward. And yet, he knew it would take longer to fill it in; because he could not pretend to have been lost for only days, nor could he pretend that he had only one pair of parents.

"Sirius?" The pale blue eyes turned to him, but the man behind them was not listening. Devlin sighed, and flopped back on the pillows. The idea of coming here, seemed so muddled now. What had he been thinking?

That Sirius wouldn't care who you loved. That he would smile at Mum and Dad, not scowl at their names. Oh, Sirius, perhaps all of these years, I asked to much of you?

You were my godfather, someone who seemed to love me, who would protect me from anything, but most of all, though indirectly, you were an excellent tool against my Uncle. You protected me, perhaps more then even you knew, just by your name. I did not know you all that well, though, did I?

Devlin frowned to himself, he was accustomed to having adult thoughts in his head, and childish appearances outwards, so he furrowed his brow, and but an eight year old's idea of concentration on. It was like a custom, but he dress up more often then just halloween.

"ry...Harry." Devlin turned, and frowned up at Sirius, who was hovering over his bed. "You spaced out for a minuet kid, didn't hear me." No Sirius, I just don't answer to Harry anymore.


HOGWARTS-REMUS

Remus stumbled awake, as a ring reverberated in his ear. It was annoying, but he knew better then to ignore it. It was a call from Albus. He pulled out the mirror that all Order members had, and called the Headmasters name into it.

A smile face sprung unto the surface, and all Remus could do was scowl to himself. It was at these time, when the Headmaster calls in the middle of the night, smiling, so it is not Order business, this close to the full moon, so he knows Remus is aching, that the Defense Professor envies Snape's willingness to so contempt.

"Yes Headmaster?" He asked, and Remus is thankful the old man cannot offer him a lemon drop through the connection.
"I would like you to come to St. Mungos, we have found a boy." He dropped the mirror, that was all he need from the Headmaster to know who they had found.

He was dressed in less then a minuet, and had run all the way to the limits of the wards, in less then twenty. He was tired, sure he would need a Pepper Up Potion, and he had forgotten his badge, which would have gotten him to the hospital quicker, but he did not stop to rest, nor to go back and get it.