OK everyone, THERE IS A REASON HARRY WENT BLIND IN ONE EYE. AND THERE IS A REASON IT IS BLUE!! When you go blind, your eye rots. It sound gross but yes. Brown eyes turn yellow, blue eyes turn white, and green eyes turn blue. So Boogey, just back the fuck off, kk? Cuz I think you're kind a stupid. What do you think about that!! Dickweed!! ::takes deep breath:: If you don't like it, don't be a fucking asshole about it. ::walks away shaking head:: Oh, heres the next chapter, sorry it's a bit short.

The sun was just rising over the horizon; leave the clouds different shade of orange and pink. The cool air ran with the sea breeze over the breaking waves. The silence only broken by the crashing waves and the splashes of the flying fish. A young but haggard looking man slowly picked himself off the shore and out of the waves' reach. He dragged himself passed a black and white striped light house and to a small shack next to it.

The shack wasn't locked so he had no problem getting in. All he wanted to do was to get out of the cool air and maybe his wet clothes. When he looked around inside though, he was amazed. Inside was a small fishing boat, fishing gear, four old surfboards, and all the junk you could find in an old storage room. To the side was a small fridge which he quickly went through. There was a couple beers, a half bottle of rum, and frozen shrimp and squid for fishing bait.

The man gathered up his strength and pulled the fishing boat out of the shack. Inside of it he put the half bottle of rum, the frozen shrimp, a blanket, extra gas for the motor, a compass, a paddle just in case, and for the heck of it, a bottle of sun screen.

He put the boat in the water and let out a frustrated sigh when the waves just pushed it back on the shore. He spent an hour figuring out how to get the motor started and another hour getting the boat out. He put the boat in full gear when he noticed two small boys running to the shore, and he didn't slow down until he could just barley see the tip of the light house.

When the breeze got stronger he turned off the motor and put the blanket up as a sail and began sailing North West, toward Europe. He remembered and old friend that maybe he could convince his innocence to and maybe tell an old man with a white beard about it to and together they could catch a rat, which got him into this problem in the first place. But the strange thing was, Sirius Black, first and only Azkaban escapee, prisoner number #11749, Godfather to Harry Potter, and a good friend to a werewolf, couldn't stop thinking about that light house.

Albus Dumbledore was a normally happy man but right now, he couldn't be less happy. He had just gotten out of a meeting with the Minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge, about two very serious subjects. The first was about a six-year-old boy named Harry Potter and the article printed in the paper about his death. The wizarding world was now in an uproar because that little boy was supposed to be their savior and future poster boy. They still hadn't found his body but the ministry didn't want to look bad, so the boy's "body" would be "found" and that would be the end.

The other reason this normally happy old man was not, was because the escape of the traitor, Sirius Black. Albus believed that Sirius was out looking for his old master, Dark Lord of the wizarding world, Voldemort. He knew that Voldemort wasn't completely dead but hoped that for the sake of the world, Sirius never found him.

"Harry! Wake up!"

Harry rolled over pulling a pillow over his head and groaned. The pillow was yanked out of his grasp and quickly collided with his head.

"Come on, Azi." He groaned "It's like six thirty. Too early." He rolled over again and went back to sleep.

Azi grabbed the smaller boy by his leg and pulled him off the bed. Harry yelped as he hit the floor. "Yeah, six thirty, the stone crabs go back in, in a half an hour."

Harry immediately perked up. He stood up quickly and went to grab some clothes. "What! Why didn't you say so!" He yelled excitedly.

Azi picked up the large bucket he left by the door, grabbed Harry's arm and they both ran out side. When they got to the shore Harry noticed a boat speeding off in the distance.

"I wonder who that was." He said thoughtfully.

"Who cares?" Azi answered and dived in front of a big white crab. He grabbed it and threw it into the bucket before it could pinch him. Harry laughed and grabbed one that was just about to go in its hole. A half an hour and a full bucket later, the two boys, one supporting a bloodied hand and another laughing loudly, headed home. Both couldn't wait to eat their catch for dinner that night.

July 31, 1988

A little more than a year and a half a year later



Aziraphale Devono I, looked down at the menu in front of him. The first thing he saw was stone crab. He turned a little green at the thought of eating that again. His son and another boy he considered a son had caught stone crab every Sunday morning, there for, every Sunday night was stone crab night. He always ate it, not wanting to disappoint them but if he never ate another crab for the rest of his life, it would be too soon.

Aziraphale, his wife, and four children were on vacation in London. It was Harry's birthday so he had let him pick the place to eat for lunch. Harry, being in love with sea food, had picked the Bone Fish Grill. (AN: I'm positive they don't have one of those out of Florida but work with me here.) After they had eaten, Veronica insisted they had to go to this "cute" coffee shop right outside the restaurant.

After everyone had gotten what they wanted, they started to leave. Aziraphale then noticed two men sitting at a table outside the shop. One had light brown hair with amber eyes, the other had long black hair with blue eyes. The brown hair man smiled at him but shifted his gaze to Harry, who had just ran a hand through his hair and flash his lightning bolt scar while laughing at Azi, who was arguing with Leila.

The man opened his mouth in shock and stared at Harry. Aziraphale, feeling protective, moved in front of his line of sight. The black haired man stopped talking to see what his friend was looking at. He smiled at Aziraphale too but his arm was grabbed by the other man's, who dragged him into an ally, where they both disappeared.

'Wizards' Aziraphale thought, 'They are the weirdest things.'
"It was him, Albus, I swear!"

Three men were in the Headmasters office at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Albus Dumbledore, were calmly discussing the sighting of Harry Potter.

"I believe you Remus but we'll just have to wait until he's old enough to go to school to contact him. The way you describe him, it sounds like he was happy with the family that was taking care of him. You wouldn't want to take him away from that would you?" Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye, although he was just happy at the idea of Harry being alive.

"But he's my Godson, he's supposed to be living with me!" Sirius said with tears in his eyes, wanting nothing more then to just go look for the boy.

"Yes, but Sirius we have only just found Pettigrew. It'll be a long time before you have even been cleared, let alone get custody of Harry. Incase you forgot, everyone still believes Harry to be dead and you, a mass murderer. And what if Harry doesn't want to leave the family he's with? You have to think about him too." Said Dumbledore

Just before the end of the term last year, Remus had come to Dumbledore with Sirius and the story of Sirius' innocence. It just happened to be that while Sirius was in Dumbledore's office, a first year by the name of Percy Weasley had been sent by the head of his house to remind the old man of the staff meeting that night. But the boy wasn't alone. He had brought his pet rat Scabbers with him. When the rat saw Sirius Black, it started to go crazy. It bit and clawed its way out of the boys hands, Sirius dived for the rat and caught it. That rat was really a man named Peter Pettigrew, Sirius' ticket to freedom.

When Dumbledore finish his speech Sirius nodded sadly, knowing it was true. When he went to bed that night, he dreamed about his life before October 1981.
AN: Next chapter Harry will get his Hogwarts letter! Yey! I'm going whitewater rafting on the 27. If the next chapters not out by then, it will take till July 6. That's if I don't break anything. C ya! I love all my faithful reviewer, but not the duckweed ones! I love you Anna May!

Till next time,

A.J.