Harry Potter and the New Start: Discovered

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-------------------------------Diagon Alley

Harry licked the ice cream away from his fingers. Even though he hadn't gotten a cone, the ice cream still seemed to find a way to get all over him. Sirius, from the other side of the table at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, laughed at the child's messy hands and face. He reached across the table and started to mop Harry's up.

"Stop it!" Harry said as he tired to wiggle away from his godfather's napkin.

Sirius knew when a battle was lost and sighed, slipping back into his seat. "Fine, sit there covered in ice cream for all I care."

The little boy just giggled, knowing Sirius didn't mean it, and went back to licking his fingers. "Where're we going next, Daddy?"

The word Daddy came easily enough for Harry, though Sirius couldn't quite get used to it. But either way, he answered. "We've been almost everywhere, I think. We can double back around though, make sure we haven't missed anything good."

Nodding his acceptance of this arrangement, Harry dug back into his chocolate ice cream. Between bites, he asked, "Are we going home soon?"

"Soon enough. We can't just sit here forever. Besides, I daresay we'll want to try a few things out." He added with a twinkle in his eyes.

The thought of his first real broom-ridding lesson sat in the forefront of Harry's mind. He grinned at the prospect of getting to go higher than the measly five feet of his toy broom. "Yep, broom!" he cried, making the group next to them turn and look on with a smile.

"Yes, broom lessons. The way you fly around on your toy, you should catch on soon enough." Sirius said with pride. Harry's broom skill had shown themselves early, and they were without a doubt inherited from James.

Sirius took a quick scan of the area, seeing no one that he recognized. Not that they would recognize him in return, as he was in disguise. But it still paid to look. The street was as busy as it was beforehand, and if anything, more people seemed to have arrived.

"I've never seen this many people." Harry said, seeing where Sirius's gaze was. He sounded both awe inspired and slightly afraid. Sirius sent him a reassuring grin from across the table.

But even Sirius was a little thrown back by the amount of people. He hadn't been near this many in a while. But still, even years later, he had the overwhelming urge to do what he and James had done so many times before. He could still hear their laughs as they ran around pranking and striking up conversation with the patrons of all the stores. They had a bit of a reputation for that type of thing.

A tugging at his robes pulled him from his stroll down memory lane. Harry was standing in front of him. "Daddy, I'm done, let's go!"

Rolling his eyes at the interruption, Sirius obeyed nonetheless. "Okay, let's go." He said, getting to his feet. The two set out again, leaving some gold on the table next to Harry's ice cream.

"You don't want to go into Flourish and Blotts? Do you?" Sirius asked, skeptically. He looked down to Harry, who was making a face that clearly suggested that he did not want to go into the bookstore. "Good. I'd hate to have to go in with you."

They continued down the street, the number of people ever increasing. "And we've got enough robes and such, not that we use them often mind you." Sirius commented, waiting for Harry to start up another spirited argument about his displeasure at having to wear both overalls and robes.

There was no indigent cry or halfhearted tug at straps from below him. Sirius looked down, only slightly concerned.

Slight concern, which doubled instantly. Harry was not next to him. He stopped, causing a witch to give him a nasty glare. "Evan!?" he called.

His eyes scanned the lower part of the street, desperate to see a small blonde head. But he saw nothing.

Harry was lost.

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A fact, which was becoming blatantly clear to Harry. Some men had cut in front of him, and before Harry could even cry out for his godfather, he was lost in the shuffle of people.

"Daddy!" he called, but there wasn't a response. People were barely aware of his presence. And no one looked down to help him. His chest grew tighter as the panic grew more real.

He had never been lost before. Not even in his big house. Sirius was always there, and on the off chance he wasn't, Boo was. He could count on one had the times that he had been away from Sirius for more than an hour – sleep excluded. On top of that, his fear of all the people being around him was increasing now that he didn't have his godfather there with him.

In short, Harry was terrified.

"Daddy!" He tried again. This time a man looked down at the distraught little boy and pulled him aside. Harry fought valiantly against this though, "Let me go!"

The man kneeled down next to him. "Hello, are you lost?" he asked. He sounded nice enough, but he was not Sirius, and that was all that mattered.

Harry refused to speak for a second, and the man went on. "My name is Remus Lupin. What's yours?" he tried coaxing out of the little boy.

Remus Lupin? Harry's eyes went wider than he knew they could. Remus? As in Moony? As in Marauders? He didn't even know what to say. "Ahh...."

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Remus looked at the little boy in front of him. He didn't exactly look like anyone he'd met before, which didn't help in finding his parents. It would have been helpful if he strongly favored a parent that Remus knew of.

He'd tired greeting the child and asking if he was lost, but the little boy hadn't answered. He looked absolutely terrified. Considering he was only five or six, it wasn't too surprising.

But there was something about the child, something so familiar. His scent was driving Remus crazy, but he couldn't place it. His mind was screaming at him that there was something important about this boy though. "My name is Remus Lupin. What's yours?" he asked, hoping to sound kindly.

The boy had an unexpected reaction. His eyes widened and he went pale. What was it about his name that would cause this?

"Ahh...."

There seemed to be no words for the child. So, Remus tried again. "Do you know me? Maybe your parents do?"

Still, the child said nothing. Sighing, Remus leaned in a bit more. "I won't hurt you, you know." He promised.

Nodding, the little boy acknowledged Remus's promise. "My...my name is Evan." He whispered quietly. He was almost drowned out by the street.

Evan, Remus wracked his mind for any spark of a child named Evan. But none of the people he knew to have children had a child of that name. The child – Evan – was looking at him as though he expected Remus to strike him or something. There was something extremely disconcerting with the way the child was watching him. That, coupled with the child's scent, was adding to up to something that Remus couldn't place.

"Well, Evan, who are you here with?" he asked, hopefully soothingly. If he knew the child's parents then he might figure out why he was feeling so strangely about Evan.

Again, the child hesitated. But after second, he responded. "My daddy." He whispered again. Remus really wished he'd speak up a bit, as it was very hard to hear past all of the people.

"Your daddy? Well, he must be quite worried." A look that Remus couldn't quite decipher flashed over the child's face. "What is your father's name?" he inquired.

At this the child seemed even more worried. But he answered anyway. "Orion."

Orion and his son Evan? Odd named people. Once again there was a nagging feeling inside of Remus telling him that there was something more important going on. "Orion what?" he asked.

"Jameson."

Evan Jameson. Orion Jameson. Remus could not place either name, nor could he place the last name. Jameson. He did not go to school with anyone in his year by that name. Male or Female. It was a possibility that the person was younger or older, but Remus still couldn't place the name. Jameson.

It clicked.

The scent, something that he hated to admit reminded him of James. But that was not James's scent, it was Harry's. The long buried memories of his friend's little son – his surrogate nephew – moved to the forefront of Remus's mind.

Jameson. James's son. Evan, Lily's maiden name of Evans. His mind swirled with the knowledge that this was Harry. This wasn't Evan Jameson, it was Harry Potter. A child that he'd taken for dead.

But he said he was there with his father, and this did not look like Harry. This child was blonde with brown eyes, not the infamous green of Lily and Harry. But a few glamours could change that easily.

The father's name rang in his head. Orion. That was Sirius's middle name. A name that he hated and told few. The simplicity of the names, the obviousness of them would have escaped someone who did not know Sirius Black's mind. But Remus did know it, and he had figured it out. He was probably the only one who could have. Sirius might have turned out to be a murderer, but he was always smart and Remus knew it.

The look on his face must have told his thoughts, because Evan – Harry – backed away slowly. "No! Harry, I know it's you. It is, isn't it?" he pleaded, holding onto the child's hand.

Harry had a look of horror in his eyes. "Let me go!" he spoke louder than before, but now compared to the whisper he was only speaking quietly. He pulled his arm from Remus's grasp, but Remus managed to get a hold again. He couldn't let Harry get away again.

"Listen to me, Harry. I won't hurt you, I promise." He said, looking in the child's eyes. "We'll go to Hogwarts, we'll see Dumbledore. Don't worry." He promised.

But Harry shook his head madly. Why wouldn't he want to get away from Sirius? Unless Sirius had told him lies about what happened to his parents. Remus's heart clenched. But he couldn't let Harry stay with that traitor. He had to get him away.

Once again, Harry yanked himself free of Remus. But this time Remus could not get him back. Harry started running, and Remus followed. "Harry!"

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Sirius was frantic. He had to find Harry. His mind was berating him for not holding his godson's hand, or better yet, picking him up. There were so many people, and Harry was so small. It wasn't surprising at all that he could get lost in the shuffle of things.

"Evan!" he yelled, wishing he could call out his godson's real name. If Harry was panicked then he would not be listening for a name that was not his own. How could their day of fun go so wrong, so quickly?

He continued running through the throngs of people that crowded the alley. A few had offered help, but he had declined. He no longer trusted this place. He and Harry needed to get out of there.

A little blonde boy ran through the crowd and Sirius knew it was Harry. "Evan! Wait!" he shouted again, but Harry did not hear him. He ran after the boy, who was running towards a side alley. Smart thing too, or else they'd have a hard time finding each other. Harry disappeared down the alley, as did Sirius.

Sirius gasped outright when he saw Harry sitting curled up in the corner of a doorway and the wall. "Evan?" he whispered.

Harry sat up and immediately started to run again. "No, leave me alone!" he screamed. Sirius grabbed him and pulled him back down. He pulled out his wand and ended the glamours. To hell with the consequences.

He turned Harry around so that he was in front of him. "Harry! Look at me, it's me, it's Sirius. All right? It's okay! You're safe now!" He said as he pulled Harry to him, holding him close.

Looking up at Sirius with tear filled eyes, Harry finally realized that he was in his godfather's arms. "Sirius!" he cried, wrapping his arms around his godfather. His sobs came out harshly, making him shake with the force of them.

But Sirius didn't mind, he just held onto Harry tighter. One had rubbed his back while the other kept Harry close to him. "It's all right, baby, you're okay. I'm here." He whispered, feeling his own eyes tear up a bit. He'd been so close to losing Harry forever. And that was the thought that scared him more than Azkaban, dementors or even death.

Gradually, Harry's sobs subsided. He pulled his head back from its resting place on Sirius's shirt. "Can we go home now?" he asked, hiccupping slightly.

Sirius smiled sadly at Harry, "Of course, Emeralds, we'll go." He promised. He picked himself up off the ground and held onto Harry.

The child's attention was caught on something other than the impending apparation. "Siri, look." He said, his voice still hoarse from his crying. He pointed to the ground below them.

Setting the child down, Sirius bent with him to inspect the two necklaces on the ground. Harry slowly picked one up. "Wow." He breathed.

The necklaces had a chain, each with an identical pendant on it. One side was a dog and the other side was a lion. Around each of the images was a thin line of symbols. They appeared to be made of silver, but almost had a gold glittery tinge to them. "They're nice." Sirius commented.

He grabbed the other one and they both felt a little tremor run through the metal. Sirius's mouth opened in wonder.

"Let's keep them, Padfoot." Harry said. Sirius found himself nodding and slipped it over his neck, as did Harry.

They were so wrapped up in their finds that they didn't see Remus coming down the alley. But Sirius did see him, though it was too late to run. "Remus." He whispered.

"Let him go, Sirius!" Remus yelled. He held out his wand in front of him, pointed squarely at Sirius's heart.

Sirius pulled Harry behind him, though he was unable to do anything else for the scared boy. "Hello, Moony." He greeted calmly. He took a appraising look at his friend. Remus looked the same, only sadder. He supposed that made sense, he was alone. At least Sirius had Harry, but Remus had no one.

"Don't call me that!" Remus spat. "That is something only friends can call me. And you killed those friends." He said with venom. The words hurt, both because it was Remus saying them and because James was still gone.

From behind him, Harry looked outraged. "NO! He didn't you're a stupid liar!" he yelled, in both a childlike way, but with an adults conviction.

Remus seemed a bit taken aback. Sirius had been lying to Harry. Somehow, Remus had always known that it would not be an auror to see Sirius and Harry again. It would be him. "Let Harry go, Sirius." He repeated. This time, however, he yelled, adding "Now!"

"And let Dumbledore send him back to the Dursleys? They were starving him. I won't do that, Remus." Sirius calmly told him, though the hard edge that came in his voice was directed at the Dursley's not Harry or Remus.

"What do you care what happens to him?!" Remus asked, eyes narrowed. The wand, however, did not drop or even lower slightly.

Sirius decided it was his turn to yell. "Because he's my godson! I love him and I don't plan on letting him be raised by those damn muggles!"

The wand did not waver. "You don't love him. If you loved him you would have let him grow up with his parents." Remus replied. The retorts were bound in his mind, he had thought them over, mulled over every aspect. He had the time, it wasn't as if he went out.

"That was the plan, you fool. Gods, Moony!" Sirius hissed, shaking his head in anger. Below him, Harry latched onto his hand. Whether it was because he was afraid or he was trying to make Sirius feel better, he did not know. "We were trying to make that work. Of course, having Peter be the traitor really didn't fit into the plan much."

Remus's teeth clenched in his mouth. "How dare you..."

"How dare I!? I'm the only one who can. I got sent to Azkaban for that little rat's crimes!" Sirius yelled. "We really should have known, shouldn't we? A rat." He added, as almost an afterthought.

Sirius realized that this was doing no one any good. They didn't have time for anything else though. Remus stared at him, more emotions that Sirius could place were flashing over his face.

"There's no way that he could have..." Remus started but trailed off into silence.

"The biggest bit was a finger, Remmy." Sirius reminded sadly. "Anyone could cut off a finger, but not every one could transform into a rat and speed away in a sewer."

Remus's eyes locked into Sirius. His wand lowered. "No..."

"Hey! That's Sirius Black! Call an auror!"

Sirius's eyes tore from Remus's towards the panic that was erupting down the end of the alley. He looked back towards Remus and smiled sadly as he picked up Harry.

They disapparated, leaving Remus standing in the alley alone.

All right, I'm so torn right now, it's not even funny. The original plan is that Remus does not believe them. But...darn...I could also easily write it another way. I'm sure you're all guessing which way I mean. Ugh, I hate choosing stuff like this.

Let me know what you guys think on this. Though, I'm sure I can guess.

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