Chapter 1

Harry James Potter sat in a hard wooden chair in front of his window, staring at the full moon. He could distantly hear the howl of a dog and was instantly reminded of his now deceased godfather, Sirius Black. It had been a few weeks since the Department of Mysteries and Harry still mourned for the loss of his father figure. To him Sirius was the only one able to understand, the only one to treat him like an adult.

Harry reached for the dagger sitting upon his desk. He stared at it for a moment marveling at its beauty. Its blade was embedded with roses and in its golden handle it said only one thing. 'Love is for the weak' Harry had once just sat there and stared at the saying. 'Do I really believe that?' He thought 'I mean there are Ron and Hermione. They are like my family. And Remus and the Weasleys.' He stopped thinking at that point just putting the blade to his soft pale flesh. He did that a fair few times letting all of his anger, sadness, and worries seep out with every drop of blood. As the blood drop fell to the floor Harry stood up only to lay down on his bed. 'Bring on the nightmares.' Harry thought as he passed out.

"Hello Lord Magus." said a voice from behind him. Harry whipped around and saw an old man who looked a lot like Dumbledore. He had a long silver beard that went passed his belt and had on blood red robes with sparkling emerald green eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" Harry asked none too politely.

"A person but if you wish to know my name you shall find out in time, young mage."

"So how the Boy-Who-Lived be of assistance?" Harry said mockingly. 'Stupid Old Coot' He thought

' I am far from stupid Harry.'

"Holy shit!" Harry cried in surprise.

"Well My Lord when you are ready to believe then tap this necklace with your wand and say ' Take Me There'

And with that the old man disappeared.

"Wait!" Harry cried into the nothingness. "Why did you call me Lord Magus!?"

Harry awoke to a tapping noise on his window. He stuck his hands in his pockets while walking over to the window and froze. Harry pulled out in his right hand and in it was the necklace.

Harry stared at the necklace for what seemed like ages. Until the tapping noise brought him back. He looked at his window and there on its ledge was Hedwig.

"Hello there girl. Did you have a nice flight?"

Hedwig hooted and nipped at his in response. Harry took the letter from Hedwig's awaiting leg. He took a last look at Hedwig and noticed she looked exhausted. Harry carried her over to her cage, gave her some water and an extra few treats. She hooted her thanks and started to drink.

Harry turned back to the letter. Just as he was looking at the return address to see whom it was from his Aunt Petunia screeched up the stairs,

"GET YOUR LAZY BUTT DOWN HERE AND FIX US SOME BREAKFAST BOY!"

Harry sighed and threw the letter down on his desk while yelling back a short

"Yes Aunt Petunia.". What Harry did not know was that if he didn't open the letter soon the consequences would be unthinkable.

As Harry cooked breakfast for the Dursley's he started thinking about the necklace and the dream. 'What if it's a trap? I can't afford to make anymore mistakes.' Harry thought as he tried not to burn the breakfast. He put the ham, bacon, and eggs on the table for the Dursley's. He grabbed a piece of celery for himself and ran back up to his room.

He quickly grabbed the letter and ripped it open.

Dear Mr. Harry Potter,

This letter is of utmost importance. Two things happened last night that interest you greatly. First of all, Mr. Peter Eugene Pettigrew was caught last night at 11:03 PM. Your godfather Sirius Orion Black has been proclaimed innocent. Also approximately 46 minutes and 30 seconds later the very same Sirius Black and two other unidentified persons were found face up in front of the Veil of Death. Your presence is needed at St. Mungos as soon as you read this letter. Thank You.

Marietta Edgebomb

Ministry of Magic

A stray tear fell down Harry's face. At that moment he forgot everything; the necklace, the dream, everything except his godfather. He threw open his trunk, grabbed a handful of floo powder, and ran straight to the fireplace.

"St. Mungos!" he yelled as clear as he could.

Marietta Edgebomb was pacing in front of St. Mungos fireplace as Harry got thrown out of it.

"Harry!" She cried and ran to him. "Come on we have to get you to Sirius. Come on!"

She and Harry started to run down the hallway to his room. When they came to number 394 Marietta threw the door open and rushed in.

There in his hospital bed was Sirius Black and he looked like hell. His hair was greasy and in clumps. He had scratches on his face and bags under his eyes. But in his eyes you could see a happiness that no one had seen since before his Azkaban days. They were full of mischief, happiness, love, and excitement.

Harry was just staring at Sirius, who in turn was looking at his hands. As if he felt another presence in the room Sirius looked up and saw Harry.

"Harry!" he practically yelled. He tried to get up but was too weak and fell back down. Harry slowly started walking toward Sirius acting as if he moved too fast he would lose him again.

"Sirius?" He croaked out. He saw Sirius' smile widen. Harry ran to him and hugged him and started to cry into his shoulder.

"D-don't e-ever do t-that to me a-again. You s-scared me to d-death!" Harry pulled back and swatted him over the head. His eyes had kind of an eerie glow about them.

"WHAT IN THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? YOU JUST LEFT ME ALONE IN THE DARK AND NO ONE WAS THERE FOR ME! I ALREADY LOST MY PARENTS AND THEN THE ONLY OTHER FATHER FIGURE I HAVE DECIDES TO DIE ON ME! WHY IN BLOODY GODS NAME DID YOU DO THAT!?"

Harry swatted him in the head again just for good measure. Sirius had just stared at him with an unreadable look on his face. He pulled Harry into a hug and didn't let go. The just sat there hugging for a minute. Sirius pulled back and looked Harry in the eye.

"Harry when I was in the veil I was still alive, but it took me so long because I had two people I had to get."

Sirius looked to his right and nodded towards something. Harry turned his head and there lay the breathing bodies of Lily and James Potter.