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Besides this work will contain : mpreg and people out of character since I am definitely not JK Rowlings, and some strange sentences since I'm French. Still here?

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Chapter 2 – Hiding

Black Estate. Eight in the morning. The newly arose sun found the red eyed wizard knocking on the door, which was quickly opened to allow him entrance.

"This way" Sirius' mother proceeded to lead him to her son's bedroom. "I locked him in when I wake up. Don't want him to try and run, now do we?" she smirked.

The man nodded. When they arrived at the door, she barged on it " Wake up, useless brat, I've got a surprise for you!"

Smiling evilly, she unlocked the door, only to be met by an empty room and a cold bed.

"Nooooooo!" she shrieked.

The man pushed her out of his way and inspected the room. "He must have catch word of something... Do you know where he could have gone?"

"I don't know, but I know where he will be the first of September..."

"Hogwart's Express? Would it not be difficult to grab him there?"

"Not if we stay in front of the barrier. I know who his friends are."

"Do you mind if I take this?" the wizard asked, floating the pillow with his wand "I need something with his scent for the dog."

"What a lovely idea, please go ahead. I take it we'll see each other again in one week, then?"

"Of course, my lady, it will be my pleasure" the man smirked. "Till then, let me bid you good bye." He then took her hand, kiss her knuckles and, with a small bow, took his leave.

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Three hours before. Potter's Estate.

Nicholas Potter was having a fairly weird dream, including a book reading, lullabies singing fish, and a loud walking giant. He sat up in his bed, shaking his head and muttered "This is the last time I eat fish at dinner..."

"Whatever" murmured his wife, before sitting up too. "Would you mind going and see who is banging on the door?"

"So it was not my imagination?"

"No"

"And I'm not dreaming?"

"Nope"

"Just checking. I guess I should go and see."

"You'd better."

With a sigh, he left the warmth of his bed, took his wand from the bedside table and dragged his sleeping body into the corridor in time to bump into his wide awake son.

"Go back to bed, James" he said while walking down the stairs.

"I can't, I'm too curious. I would never be able to go back to sleep without knowing who it was now."

"So stay with your mother" his father said with a sigh, noticing his wife peeking from behind his son's shoulder.

Grumbling, he quickly made his way downstairs, just in the nick of time to stop the house elf from opening the door.

He jerked it open and pointed his wand in the opening, on a tall longhaired teenager with two tear tracks on his cheeks.

Before he could berate him from waking them in this rude way, the boy's knee gave way. The kneeling teen looked in Nicholas' eyes and murmured "help" before fainting.

Nicholas has just the time to catch him before he hit the ground.

"James, come here quickly!" When his son's hurried footsteps stopped, he ordered him to grab Sirius and put him on the couch while he went outside to check if somebody had been following Sirius.

When he came back, having found nobody, he noticed that his wife had stored Sirius' broom inside.

"I checked him for tracking charms. There are none." She whispered in his ear.

Together they went to the couch and got their first look at the teen's face. "God, he's so pale!" said James' mother, shocked. " Should we warn his parents, tell them he's here?" she enquired.

"No" shouted James "They hate him, they make everything they can to be sure his life is miserable!" he continued heatingly, pacing back and fro in front of the couch.

"James!" his father tersely cut him.

"No, I won't let you! They don't care, I tell you! Why don't you listen?" James roared, before screeching to an abrupt halt when Sirius shot upright, crying in anguish before circling his knees with his arms and rocking himself, softly wailing.

"Oh shit! It must be really bad, I've never seen him so upset. Look, why don't you and mum go back to bed, or in the kitchen to have breakfast?"

"James..." his father narrowed his eyes.

James sighed "He'll be more comfortable with only me to speak to for now. I promise I'll tell you after."

"Okay" his mother relented before dragging his gaping father towards the kitchen. "But he never told us about not leaving the door open..." she whispered with a quick smile and a wink to her husband.

Nodding, he went with her.

Meanwhile, James was rubbing Sirius' back, trying to break through to him.

Finally Sirius looked up into James' concerned face.

"James..."he murmured "I made it! I escaped..." he then broke into tears, big sobs wracking his body. Confused, James embraced him. His parents rushed to their side, ready to help the distract teen.

"Sirius" James gently said to his crying friend, "I'll help you, just tell me what's wrong" he gently whispered, trying to coax his friend into talking.

"She... she..." sobbed Sirius.

"Your mother?" prompted James. Sirius nodded. "What did she do?"

Unable to speak anymore, Sirius fished the crumpled contract out of his pocket, and handed it to James, before collapsing, still crying, in James' chest.

James took it and read it, his parents looking over his shoulder. His mother gasped, his father paled. James was feeling nauseous.

"How a mother could do that to her own child?" James' mother softly enquired.

James' father put his hand on James' shoulder "Put him into bed, we'll discuss our strategy tomorrow."

James nodded and helped Sirius to his bedroom where he stayed, holding Sirius' hand while he uneasily slept the day away.