Harry Potter and the New Start: The Necklace

Hello, everyone, thanks for all of the reviews for the last chapter. As promised, this chapter might just ease the pain a bit.

Also, I owe one chocolate medal to scared-of-mimes.

-Emeralds' Palace-

The house elves had once again restored the house to its normal shine, and this time Sirius hated it. In cleaning up the hallway where he had been hit and Harry had been grabbed, they'd effectively taken away all scents and any form of a lead that might have been there. He didn't mention that to them though, they would have been crushed to find such a thing out.

Sirius had spent every minute since waking up desperately trying to find his godson. But it was more than difficult when he had no idea where Peter had taken him. He had next to nothing to work with, but he tried anyway. He would die before he gave up on his godson.

As Padfoot, Sirius had traveled to any place that he could think of for Peter to go. He'd been to the Pettigrew Cottage, which seemed long since abandoned. There was no new scent there of Peter or Harry. He went to both Godric's Hollow, which was as destroyed as it was the last time he'd been there, but had no new traces of Peter, and the Potter Family Estate, which was dark and gloomy, nothing like the place that had been his home in his last few years of school.

From there, Sirius checked a few of other places that he could think of, but it soon became apparent that Peter wasn't hiding in any place that Sirius could think of him to go.

The longer time went by, the more desperate he became. After the week was out, he didn't stop for food or sleep. His entire being was consumed with the need to find his precious godson.

-Unknown -

Harry quietly rocked himself back and forth in his corner. He was curled up as tightly as he could. It had been hours since he'd seen Wormtail last, and as nice as that was, it scared him even more. He was so tired that his eyes ached with the need to close so he could fall asleep. But he held it off, refusing to sleep for even a few moments.

He rested his head on his knees, which were drawn up to his chest. That was the only relaxation he would allow himself. He could feel his necklace being pressed against his stomach through the material of his shirt. The five year old's imagination was running away with him, making the creaks of the house louder than they really were.

"Sirius…" Harry whispered, feeling more alone than he ever had before.

-Emeralds' Palace-

"Sirius…"

The animagus threw his head up, eyes wide and heart racing. He'd heard something. He had heard Harry, he was sure of it. Sirius looked around wildly, his eyes desperately searching the room. It seemed as though Harry were right next to him. He sounded so close.

Sirius stood up, the stuffed animal falling from his arms. His hair hung in his eyes and he again searched the room, finding nothing different as when he walked in. "Harry?" he cried, listening closely for an answer.

When nothing returned to him after a minute, Sirius let himself fall back on the bed. A tear leaked from the corner of his silvery eyes, and he never noticed the slight bit of heat radiating from the necklace that he'd found in the alley with Harry.

He sat heavily on his godson's bed, holding his stuffed dog tightly in his arms. He could almost pretend it was Harry he was holding. "I'll find you, Harry, I promise I will." He murmured to the air.

-Unknown-

The darkness and quiet of the room was sliced through with the little boy's harsh breathing. Sirius's voice rang in his mind, the one word – his name – echoing across his consciousness. "Sirius!" Harry said, whispering still as to not alert Peter to his godfather's presence.

Nothing returned his hopeful plea, and Harry realized it had just been his imagination. Sirius wasn't there, it was all in his head.

Never before had wishful thinking been so painful.

"I'll find you, Harry, I promise I will."

Sirius's voice came to him again, and this time Harry knew it wasn't his imagination. He could dream up the words, but not the grief stricken way they were said. But the voice seemed not next to him, but in him. The information was too confusing to put together. He was sure Sirius's voice was inside his mind, but it wasn't his own thoughts coming up with it.

Concentrating with full focus, Harry let his mind speak for him. "Siri?" he asked again, using his thoughts only.

-Emeralds' Palace-

Far away from the child, Sirius was coming to the same conclusion as he already had. He heard Harry clear as day in his head, but was it his longing for the boy to be home?

"Sirius…please." he heard again, Harry's voice sounding so completely heartbroken. He had to try, whatever it was that was going on, he had to use it to his advantage. He didn't' understand, but he didn't care much about that. It was Harry he was talking to.

"Baby, it's me. It's Padfoot." Sirius said aloud. The seconds turned to hours as he waited on baited breath for any sort of reply.

"Padfoot?"

Sirius nearly cried with joy. Harry had responded, and he was sure it was him. Sirius stood up and paced the room. "Harry, I can't believe this. Are you all right?" he asked worriedly, after getting over his initial shock.

Almost hesitantly, the response returned. "I'm okay, can I come home now?" he asked quietly, as if Sirius would say no.

"Baby, I'm going to find you, I promise." Sirius whispered, walking back and forth through the room. He wracked his brain for anything that would clue him into where Harry was, but he couldn't think. Absentmindedly, Sirius reached up and fingered the necklace that he wore.

He stopped pacing.

The necklace, the only variable that had any significance. As connected as Harry and Sirius were, they did not share telepathy. Not on their own anyway. Hesitantly, Sirius pulled the necklace above his head, "Harry?" No answer returned to him. Quickly, he lowered the necklace back down and frantically tried again. "Harry?"

This time he was met with a near hysterical godson. "Sirius!" the little boy cried.

"I'm sorry, don't worry, it's all right." Sirius tried to soothe. "Harry, calm down. I need you to help me." He said, hoping a goal would give Harry something to concentrate on, rather than focusing on Sirius's almost disappearance.

He almost heard a mental sniff and fought a laugh. "Okay, Padfoot." Harry replied after a minute. He sounded shaky, but a lot better than he had a moment ago.

"Can you tell me what you see around you?" Sirius asked gently. He waited why Harry supposedly looked around him.

"It's dark…and really dusty. I don't think anybody's lived here in a long time, Sirius." Harry explained. "It's somebody's bedroom though. The covers look like they were green though, a long long time ago." Harry described. This wasn't exactly a whole lot to go by though. But the little boy wasn't finished. "There's only two windows, and they're next to each other. There's a closet on the wall on the other side."

Sirius nodded, trying to think of a room that he'd seen to fit that description. Anywhere that could fit that description, actually. "Is there any other furniture? Can you see outside?"

"The curtains won't move." Harry answered, proving that he'd already tried it, and that it was useless. "There's lots of other furniture, it's a big room. But it looks really empty. Like there's supposed to be more stuff, but it all got taken away. Almost everything is empty, the bookcases, and the drawers, and the big chest with the 'B' on it-"

Almost in shock, Sirius didn't hear what else was empty. He knew what else was empty in that room, he was the one to take things out. Harry wasn't describing some unknown location, he was describing Sirius's old bedroom in the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black.

Kind of short, again, sorry. I hope you liked the chapter anyway. Let me know what you think of the necklaces. I thought they could be almost like the mirror that James and Sirius had. If anyone's confused about them, then let me know and I'll go over it in a author's note next chapter.

Sorry for the long wait. I was on vacation, and then got sick. The wait for the next chapter won't take two weeks, I promise.

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