Author's Note: This is the third chapter and I am so very sorry that it has taken me months to update. I offer no excuses but I will say that these past months have been horrible for my family, my friends, and me emotionally. First off, my schooling takes first place in my life. The life of a college student is difficult and it was the second semester of my sophomore year...any one that has been in college, that I have spoken to, say that this is the worst semester that you will ever go through. I feel at the moment that this is true. I have never had such a hard time in school.

Secondly, in early May my best friend called me from Children's Hospital in Washington, DC, to inform me that her younger brother had had a heart attack and was in a coma. This young teen was also a friend of mine. I have spent the last few months as a councilor to my best friend and trying to deal with my own grief. After about a week in a coma John woke, but he has suffered brain damage. He is making wonderful progress, though it is slow.

In this time I had been unable to write, I did not stop thinking about what I planned for this fic. I needed to focus on other things and would have posted a note with my fic but will not allow just Author Notes anymore. I will admit that I have not stopped reading fan fiction; I would seek out either happy fics or very sad ones depending on my mood. This chapter is not as long as I would have liked but it is filled with lots of fun new bits of information. I apologize to anyone that has been waiting for a new chapter and I thank my two reviewers. I know that more people are reading this and not reviewing (Lisa! I know your reading this!!), I will not demand reviews but any and all reviews are appreciated.

Enjoy

They had been at Privet Drive for a little over a month; the Dursley's ignored them. And Dr. O had been pleased that Sirius planned to one day take them from them. She had pointed out that Sirius would need to be made aware of their existence if he planned to be their legal guardian. It had also been agreed that the teachers at Hogwarts would probably benefit from learning of the full situation. It would help keep them out of most troubling spots. The idea of telling Snape, evil git that he was, about them was strange and unwelcome but it would be amusing to see him face off against Marie on Potions.

The day's appointment with Dr. O had ended and Stacy had gotten them to the mall to buy Harry's birthday gifts early. The money that had been exchanged at Gringotts last year was being up to use on things that everyone would enjoy, Harry was always being forced to share...even when he didn't want to. That was the problem with having another group of people share your body. D.T. had picked out art supplies and Marie had gotten The Hobbit, The Twins had found a muggle magic trick book in the bookstore (they thought it was a wonderful gag), John had decided on a practical pair of boots, and Stacy had found a CD player with a selection of CD's from different genres that should please everyone.

Patrick and Maxwell Cody had agreed to find Harry gifts in the wizarding world. Therefore, a powerful glamour charm had been put into effect, no point being recognized while finding gifts when they where supposed to be home at Number 4. Pets were out of the question, as were most books but perhaps some of the books that Hermione would never think to give to them would be good, something on dragons or animagus transformations. Patrick had no doubt that Maxwell Cody would try to find something in Knockturn Alley: it was just his way.

The nightmares where a little surprising. The summer was not even halfway over and Voldemort was up to something. It was odd, either he was early in his planning or this was the first time they had ever truly witnessed his planning before the summer was out. The latest dream was odd because it seemed to take place in a neighborhood very much like Privet Drive, and Voldemort also seemed to be physically there. Harry was in the process of going back to sleep when Number 4 shook as though a bomb had been dropped in the living room.

Harry was searching for his wand even has Uncle Vernon began yelling on his way down the stairs. His dreams had left Harry jumpy and uncertain of what was reality and what was his subconscious-non-talkative-mind. What was happening was very similar to the plans that Voldemort and his Death Eaters where going to put into place, there where no coincidences. John was always saying that. As Harry went out the door and down the hall the others where trying to force control in order to either fight or get them back into their room for safety. The problem was that leaving his uncle to deal with wizards was wrong and despite Vernon's cruelty even he didn't deserve what the Death Eaters would do to him.

The others didn't see it that way. Most of the personalities would have let the Death Eaters torture Harry's uncle but a few would have eventually stepped in to stop Vernon from being killed. But Harry couldn't take the chance. If it was a Death Eater attack not helping could land them in Azkaban. That possibility alone insured that Harry would try to help. So deep into his thoughts that Vernon's sudden shouting made Harry jump out of his skin.

WHAT ARE YOU FREAKS DOING IN MY HOUSE?!? GET OUT! I'M CALLING THE POL- The shouting was cut of very quickly by a hissed curse that Harry recognized with a shudder. The Dark Arts curses he had been studying in Defense with Professor Lupin last year were nasty. Harry was hoping that it was nothing that couldn't be healed. Most of the personalities where taking great joy in the pain the Vernon would now be experiencing.

Stacy and Maxwell Cody began to push for Harry to give up his control. We could let them get rid of the Dursley's while we hide. And when they leave without us, we can go find Sirius. Stay with him and Lupin. Maxwell Cody was using the situation for what he wanted, the freedom from the nightmare he had lived to protect Harry. He had more then once threatened to kill someone, especially the Dursley's, over the years.

We shouldn't be down here, you can't do magic. Besides, Harry there is nothing we can do to help without getting killed ourselves, Stacy's comments where true but Harry felt that he had to do what he could. What were the laws about helping muggles being attacked by wizards? What if you where thrown in Azkaban for ignoring it and hiding to save your own butt and the butts of your other personalities? Even if they don't have butts of their own!! Harry's hysterical thoughts circled in this way down the rest of the hall and down the stairs.

The closer they got to the living room the more the other altars began to push for Harry to go back to his room. The only one that got through was Patrick with the begged request to at least let him charm their belongings to be invisible to anyone that would want to bring harm to them. This would insure that no wizard or muggle could harm the few belongings that they all loved.

Where is the Boy-Who-Lived?! The Death Eaters had no idea how much time they where wasting trying to talk to Vernon. Harry was at the front of the stairs and he ideally wondered where in the upstairs Petunia and Dudley were hiding in.

Maxwell Cody, why did you say stay with both Sirius and Lupin? We haven't heard back from Sirius yet, Harry asked with a strangled quality. Most of his altars made sure to not raise suspicions but Maxwell Cody was often determined to be noticed as a different person. Dr. O said it was a hang over from when subconsciously Harry wanted someone to know what was happening to him and stop it but was ashamed that anyone would learn that such abuses had happened to him.

The others also made an effort to make sure Harry learned about what they had been doing when they where in control and not sharing consciousness. It would be like Maxwell Cody to hide letters to and from Sirius. Oh yeah, Harry Hedwig brought the response from Sirius this morning after breakfast. He said hello, wants to know how we're doing...if we'd heard from our friends and that he was now staying with Lupin while trying to figure out where The Sewer Man disappeared too. He signed the letter love, Maxwell Cody's mental conversation became a whisper toward the end and Harry couldn't find it in himself to be angry. Any of the personalities would have coveted a letter from Sirius that said he loved them, it didn't matter that Sirius had no idea that there was a them.'

Harry knew that his luck would run out some day. It had to do with magic he was sure. In places filled to the breaking point with magic, Harry became untouchable...here at Number 4 anything could catch him. Which would explain the pain ripping through his head, the electric blue ball shooting at him from the living room door way (Harry was positive he hadn't made a sound but they knew he was there) to hit him in the chest with enough force to send him flying into the wall. As the world became fuzzy with out his glasses, little black dotes appeared in his limited vision. Then, the screaming started.

Sirius Black was not a man easily frightened. Azkaban had made sure of that.

But the events of the past two weeks where managing to scare him quite well. First, Death Eater activity starts up and continues to increase. Second, his beloved godson's letters are getting stranger, as if more then one person had been writing them. If Sirius wasn't mistaken Harry's handwriting changed even now and then through out the letters. The only reason that Sirius was sure that no one else had been writing them was that the only smells on the letters where Harry, Hedwig, Remus, and himself. But thirdly was the disappearance of Daniel Twist, a top level Unspeakable that had managed to escape Voldemort during his first reign; Twist had been the only one to do so before Harry. Though he never survived the Killing Curse,' Sirius couldn't help but feel proud that his Harry had done something that no one in history had ever done before. Sirius wished, however, that he hadn't lost everything in that same night.

The Death Eater activity could be explained as twice Voldemort had come back in the last three years in one form or another. It had been difficult to get the information from Harry, the child guarded his secrets better then a goblin did gold. But that was a worry for a different time, the Death Eaters may be trying to help him or prove that they where still loyal. Either way the fact that Harry was not with him, for once, was a blessing. Even if it was of the mixed sort.

The second worry had merely taken a couple conversations to lay to rest. He had first taken the concern to Remus, whom had assured him that Harry always wrote in such a manner. It had made grading difficult because at first it had seemed he was cheating. Remus had regaled him with the conversation that had happened in the staff room during which all the teachers had told Remus that it had taken months to become accustomed to the writing style that Harry had, but that he wasn't cheating. When he took tests with a No Cheat Quill the same style of writing came out. The talk with McGonagall had proven that Moony wasn't pulling his leg, and Poppy had haltingly answered that Harry's writing was normal. Sirius had put the hesitant-ness of her answer to never having anyone ask such a question of her before.

Sirius was not a dumb man by any stretch of the imagination, a little slow on the uptake at times but he could read between the lines when it was really important. Even if Harry's letter where normal, there was just something about them that made him scared for Harry's safety. At one point he feared the treatment by Harry's relatives and another he feared for Harry from himself. That had made Sirius pause and look back over all the letters Harry had ever sent, trying to understand how the idea that Harry would hurt himself came from. It had not been an easy thing to accomplish with Dumbledore finding lots of new things for him to do; catch Peter, help research this ancient curse (that normally had something to do with sex by the end of it), and stop the Death Eater activity taking place.

At the moment though, Sirius was waiting for his godson to reply to his last letter and, he hoped, to put some of his fears to rest about his safety.

Remus wished to all things Holy in the universe, including Doctor Who and Led Zeppelin, that Sirius would stop PACING! It wasn't that Siri had never paced before during and after they had left Hogwarts. A few times even popped with frightening clarity into his mind, but they had work to do and the pacing? Not Helping. At All!

Why exactly are you wearing a hole in my floor, while you should be working? There that had the right amount of seriousness to get Siri to answer but not offend him. Getting answers out of Sirius Black when he was offended came to the equivalent of convincing a two year old on a sugar high to willingly take a bath and not get water all over the floor.

Something is wrong with Harry. And before you ask, it's not something he's said or anything obvious like that. It's just that feeling you get, you know, that when you talk to a person something is just...wrong about them? No that's not right, it's not that there's something wrong about that person just something off center...like that Ravenclaw two years below us in sixth year! You remember her, she left before Christmas and never came back to school. You never did tell us why though, Sirius was so deep in thought that he hadn't noticed that Remus was at that moment paler then the new white sheets in Sirius' room. But, it's still different from that and I don't know what it is or how to fix it. Frustration was becoming apparent in the convicts voice, I wasn't there for so long and the fucks at the Ministry wouldn't let you take care of Harry or even contact him, and now something's wrong and what if Harry blames me for whatever is wrong and that's why he won't tell me what's wrong and -

Remus cut of the babble before Sirius could pick up a new thread to beat himself with, Stop! Sirius, Padfoot, Harry loves you and he understands that if you could you would have been there. He is more likely to be angry with me for not being there, and don't try to deny it, you have an obvious excuse and I don't. But acting like this will do no good. Now, how do you know that something is wrong if Harry hasn't told you? And what do you mean that it seems like what was wrong with Jessie Bones?

It's hard to explain, at first it was the way that he wrote his letters'. All the different styles and the different ways he would write worried me. I had thought until I talked with you and Minnie to put that to rest. But then it was little offhand comments that began to worry me. Little things that by themselves weren't something to get concerned over but if you read between the lines I, I started to worry that Harry could be hurt-in some way-by his relatives... As Sirius trailed off Remus was thinking about all the conversations that he and Harry had shared in son petit l'un third year. And really looking back on it looking for the things that Sirius was alluding to, Remus could pick out the bits that hadn't fit and, put with the rest of the comments made that year to him really where kinda scary.

Then, I was thinking about it, before I sent the last letter and well, the thought ran through my head that he may hurt himself. And I don't know where it came from, I swear! But after reading his old letters that made sense, too, the last sentence was whispered. Remus began to run through every comment and letter he had ever come by from Harry and couldn't tell Sirius that he was being stupid.

She left because she tried to take her life. The Healers at Mungo's wanted to have her committed and her parents where going to do it. She ran away from Hogwarts, Remus whispered something he had never spoken about with anyone but Lily. The idea that petite could hurt himself, willingly or because he was in so much pain that was the only way he could find to stop it, that idea scared Remus more than even the full moon could. But he couldn't deny that a connection between some of son petit l'un habits and Jessie's where the same.

Neither man moved for a long time, both lost in thoughts about what could be wrong and the fear that their was no way to fix it. They where still sitting at the table in Remus' study when Dumbledores' face appeared in the fire to tell them that Death Eaters where attacking Number 4 Privet Drive, and that this was the address of Harry's relatives.

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I like the idea that Remus has a nickname for Harry and that it's something French. So this is it! It means his little one, cause I like the idea of Remus being protective of Harry and kinda possessive to. At the moment the protectiveness is that of a parents. I may change that later.

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