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Harry Potter and the New Beginning

Madness

As they were walking out of The Leaky Cauldron, Petunia Dursley mentally sighed. As much as her nephew was an abnormality and deserved to be exterminated, he was still the last Evans alive other than her and her Dudley. While this was not in fact a strong enough bond for her, she still felt as if she owed him something; he did after all have those cursed eyes. Steering the boy towards the parking garage she mentally kicked herself, 'I should have done this when that bloody letter came!'

Harry lifted his heavy trunks (which he had retrieved from his Gringotts vault before leaving for Surrey) into the boot of his Aunt's brand new station wagon along with several large packages. Harry was still fuming that he had been played for a fool by his friends and the one adult who held his trust. Slamming the boot shut, he shuffled over the old concrete and sat in the passenger seat not noticing the odd looks his Aunt was giving him. The drive was again quiet. No words were passed until they made their way out of London and onto the motorway.

"Boy, Erm… Harry?"

"Do you need something, Aunt?" the boy barely held his contempt from destroying everything within a one hundred metre radius.

"Calm down now or I won't be so sympathetic! Your e-eyes, they're glowing, that used to happen to your mother when she was angry…"

"Sorry," Harry mumbled, silently counting down from one hundred.

"I knew I was a squib you know,"

"But why did you-"

"Be silent and listen! I've raised you better than to interrupt your betters like this, Boy!"

"Yes Aunt Petunia,"

"My mother's name was Delilah Callahan, she was a squib and held great resentment for your… society. Not that it mattered anyways; she still favoured your mother after she received that infernal letter." Petunia looked over to her nephew, who was watching the road with a pensive look on his face, "My grandmother's name was Violet Gregor, she was a-a wi - like your mother. She had her… thing removed by a wizard who had defeated her father, my Great-Grandfather"

Petunia shook her head slightly, bracing herself for any reaction. Tightening her grip on the wheel she began again.

"His name, my Great-Grandfather, was Victor Gregor. He was a powerful man… he had the same eyes as you and your mother, but he was somewhat of a psycho… Your headmaster defeated him, but being 'of the light' he couldn't bear to kill the man. So he did the worst possible thing, he removed Victor's m…m…magic and castrated him. Preventing him from having any more children, and as a secondary precaution he also removed Violet's power hoping that her children would remain without magic until the line died out. He was successful, but lost track of the family after my mother was born without your abnormality." Petunia braced herself for any reaction from the boy, "Victor Gregor, as you know him, was Lord Grindlewald."

Harry continued to breathe hard as he looked at the road, hitting his head against the cool window he groaned.

"So you mean to tell me that not only am I powerful, and have been under Dumbledore's control but that I am the Heir of Grindlewald? Why didn't you feel to tell me this before!"

"Silence! I don't care how much you think I'll treat you better, you are still an abnormal freak and should be grateful that I even speak to you! If Vernon were to find this out he would kill you and Dudley so you will NOT repeat a word of this to anyone do you understand?"

"Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry slumped in his seat defeated.

Turning to the road again, Harry rested his forehead against the glass of the window. 'No wonder Dumbledore had me under such tight control; I'll bet he recognised my eyes… I wonder if he did the same thing to my mother, or if she even knew… I'm going to kill Ron; I just hope Hermione isn't in on it either… I should also send an owl to Malfoy, he could probably help me out…'

Dozing slightly, Harry noticed the car turn onto Privet Drive. He yawned and unbuckled his seatbelt, noticing his signet ring was glowing slightly. Dragging his heavy trunks that were stacked with packages up the stairs, Harry thought he heard a small voice calling his name. Shaking his head he pulled the pile of equipment into his room. Running back into the hall he licked his thumb and rubbed it over where he had scratched the heavily polished wood. When it looked adequately hidden, Harry returned to his room and began to open packages, organising his new equipment by subject Harry sat back and thought about the day's events. Feeling his magic rising again he struggled to get it under control, but this time he could feel something outside pulling on his magic. Grunting he tried harder but failed. After about thirty seconds, the exhaustive feeling of his magic being drained ended and Harry felt it begin to replenish itself. Noticing his hand grow hot, Harry looked down to see his signet ring glowing a dull white.

"Harry!" came the melodious voice that Harry scarcely had memory of.

"Wh-what? Who's there!" he stood up drawing his wand, looking around the empty room frantically.

"You've got the ring! I'm so proud of you honey, but please put the wand away before you hurt someone,"

Lowering the wand, Harry looked around again, "Who's there?"

"It's me, Mum. Well as close to your Mum as we can get!"

"What are you talking about? How dare you!"

"The ring, Harry, it gives you control over wards. I guess you could call me the wards surrounding this house."

Sitting on the lumpy bed, Harry shook his head, "But how are you my mother? She died in case you didn't know!"

The voice laughed, "When she died Harry, your mother cast me over you. All of her memories and her love for you were preserved within me, so technically you could call me Mum. After all, someone once said 'What is a person but the sum of their memories?' right?"

"I… I guess. What did you do to my magic? Why haven't you done anything to contact me before?"

"Dumbledore, that man told you he cast the wards over the house didn't him? Yes, well the only thing he did was anchor me to the house and drain most of my power. I've been… I guess you could call it semi-conscious for the past twelve years. When I felt you magic being released, I grabbed it and re-powered myself. I'm only at half power at the moment, but I have control over myself again."

"Alright then, what do you mean control? I thought the wards were just a protection against harm?"

"Well… in my dormant state yes that is what I am. But now that I'm active again I have full power over this house, I can do almost anything you want me to,"

Harry sat silent after this. The past day had been horrible, finding out he had been betrayed and manipulated by those he loved, finding out he was the Heir of Grindlewald, and that his mother's memories were alive in the wards over the Dursley's house. Lying down on the bed, he pulled the thin sheets over his body. Ignoring the soft hoots of Hedwig in her cage, Harry sighed.

"If you can do anything I want you to then fix this room up. I'm going to sleep, if you want to re-charge yourself then please do, but don't wake me up."

Yawning again, Harry closed his eyes and fell asleep almost as quickly as he had received today's life altering revelations. Half an hour later, he didn't wake up but smiled as he rolled over pulling the soft thick duvet up to his chin.

Harry felt his face grow warm; he turned over to face the wall and pulled the soft covers over his head. Smiling, he revelled in the feeling of the soft mattress under him and the warmth gained from the blankets. His eyes opened wide and Harry bolted out of the bed. His mouth dropped open as he took in the room he was standing in. Rather than the small play room it once was, it was now equal in size to the guest room and was furnished in expensive looking walnut furniture. His bed was a four-poster and similar to the one in his Hogwarts dorm, much larger than the cheap cot that once sat beside the wall. Under the large open window sat a desk facing the door with a black wing-back desk chair. To the right of the desk were bookshelves, containing all of his school books and a few others that must have been in his parent's trunks. There was a large wardrobe across from his bed, and beside it a full length mirror. Harry noticed that the floor was covered in a thick sea green carpet and the walls were likewise painted a darker forest green.

"Do you like it, honey?"

"Erm… Yea, thanks umm… Mum,"

"If you aren't comfortable calling me Mum you can call me Lily you know!"

"Oh, alright then, thanks Lily. Umm do you think you could start breakfast for the Dursleys?"

"No problem dear, go get ready for the day. You should start studying soon!"

Grabbing a towel and running into the bathroom down the hall (which had remained the same as yesterday) Harry began to decide what he would start studying first.

Wrapping the towel around his waist, Harry ran back into his room, narrowly dodging his cousin lumbering out of his own bedroom across the hall. Shutting his door, he walked over to his bed where an outfit was already laid out for him. After pulling on a pair of boxers, Harry pulled on a pair of green trousers, a white shirt, and his Dragon Hide boots. He pulled a closed silver robe of Acromantula Silk over his head along with an open black robe of the same material; all of the clothes once put on had automatically fit to his size, leaving no dangling sleeves that could get caught in a potion or something similar. Slipping a pair of vambraces on his forearms where they fit snugly to his thin frame, Harry picked up the thin box beside his bed and opened it, taking out the wand and athame that he had bought at Ollivander's the previous day.

The wand, which had once been two separate ones, was twelve inches in length. Made of Elfwood, it was a solid white colour with a spiral of dark Holly running up the length of it. Along the Elfwood were golden runes, and silver ones were inscribed along the Holly. Its core was made of Unicorn tears, and a Phoenix feather, thinking of this Harry remembered the parting words of Mr Ollivander yesterday. After looking at him oddly for a moment Ollivander informed Harry that to infuse the wand with the blood of an animal he would have to submerge the wand before speaking the incantation Minuo Magicus Ingluvies Combibo. Harry slipped the wand into a small holster built into the left vambrace. The athame had an identical handle to the wand; it was made of the same wood and rune combination. The blade was mythril plated with gold. An emerald was set in the blade's base; another larger emerald was set as the pommel. Harry slipped this into a sheath on his belt.

"Harry, breakfast is ready."

"Thanks Lily,"

When Harry arrived downstairs, it was as if someone had frozen time. The three Dursleys were sitting at the table their mouths open wide and unmoving. There was a piece of egg hanging from Vernon's moustache, half a sausage on Dudley's lip, and Petunia's fork was halfway to her mouth, a piece of tuna hanging off the tangs. Harry sat next to Dudley and helped himself to a plate of bacon and omelette. While he ate he watched Vernon's face turn redder and redder until it was a horrible, blotchy purple.

"Good Morning, Is there something wrong with the food Uncle Vernon?" Harry smiled sickly.

Vernon stuttered, and Harry watched as the piece of egg fell from his moustache into his coffee, which promptly splashed onto his face.

"BOY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE WEARING? I WILL NOT ADVERTISE YOUR ABNORMALITY TO THE ENTIRE NEIGHBORHOOD! YOU WILL WEAR NORMAL CLOTHES LIKE THE RES-"

"Please, Uncle Vernon, I am what I am and nothing more. I won't leave the house, and nobody will see me."

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THIS? I WILL NOT TOLERATE YOUR CHEEK, BOY!"

"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry smiled and went back to his food, ignoring Vernon's spittle flying as his mouth sputtered. As he was eating, Harry heard Lily's voice,

"They can't hear me Harry; I think we should give them a spectacle before you leave. Here's the plan…"

Harry snickered to himself as his relatives finished eating and told him to clean the dishes and gave him the rest of his chores (clean the oven, wax the floors, polish the sink, and re-stain the cabinetry). He smiled and stood walking towards the stairs.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING, BOY? THERE'S WORK TO BE DONE!"

"You might want to watch your blood pressure Uncle, this cannot be healthy for you," Harry smiled.

Harry walked through the door before turning around and waving his hand across the room. He left as the chores finished themselves, courtesy of his mother/wards, and smirking as his Aunt fell to the floor in a dead faint.

When Harry reached his bedroom he fell to the ground laughing. He couldn't breathe he was laughing so hard. By the time he had calmed down, Harry's stomach felt like it was dying and he was having occasional spasms of laughter.

"Harry, I'm glad you had fun. But now we need to get serious. Its time to study! I've set out a schedule for you to follow. Go on! I need to start altering the wards so magic can't be detected and to make the house unplottable,"

"What do you mean? I didn't know you could do that,"

"I can do almost anything you want me to, Unplottable means the house will be erased from all maps and won't be able to have its location recorded. Do you want me to do anything else while I'm at it?"

"Um… yea, could you make it so that if a wizard tries to come here they'll be held outside the door until I allow them entry?"

"Of course dear, now hop to it! You only have a couple months to get up to scratch!"

Groaning, Harry sat in the leather desk chair with his back to the open window. He picked up the piece of parchment that was on the desk and began to read.

Summer Training Schedule

Monday, Wednesday, Friday

10:00 – 12:00 Charms Theory

1:00 – 2:00 Charms Practical

2:00 – 4:00 Transfiguration Theory

4:00 – 5:00 Transfiguration Practical

6:00 – 8:00 Defence Theory

8:00 – 9:00 Defence Practical

9:00 – 10:00 Warding Theory

10:00 – 12:00 Personal Study Time

12:00 – Bedtime

Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday

10:00 – 12:00 Potions Theory

1:00 – 3:00 Potions Practical

3:00 – 5:00 Herbology Theory

6:00 – 8:00 Runes Theory

8:00 – 9:00 Penmanship (sorry Darling, but you need the help!)

9:00 – 12:00 Personal Study Time

Bedtime is any time after 9:00

Harry looked at the clock on his desk and sighed, it was 9:59 a.m. As soon as the clock changed to 10:00, a few quills materialised in the small pot to his right, and black ink filled the inkpot next to it. On the writing pad, a pile of parchment appeared, and three books floated from the bookshelves onto the bookstands that were propped up infront of him. The books were Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling, The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk, and The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 2) by Miranda Goshawk. The book in front of him opened to the first chapter and across the top of the parchment in front of him appeared the words:

Basic Magical Theory: A Summary H. J. Potter

Sighing, Harry picked up a quill, dipped it in the ink, and started to read.

Wiping the sweat off his brow, Harry gripped his wand tighter as he forced his magic into the spell. He had been attempting it for the past twenty minutes with no result. Taking a last-ditch effort, he twisted his wand and drew a spiral in mid air before muttering the incantation under his breath. Almost at once a yellow jet of light flew from the tip of his wand and hit the basket he had been aiming at, turning it almost instantly into a large sheep.

"Excellent work there Harry, I knew you could do it!"

"Thanks Mum, but just for your information… I HATE TRANSFIGURATION!"

The sentient ward simply laughed as the young man stubbed his toe on his desk leg grumbling about 'bloody effing sheep-baskets'.

"Harry, are you forgetting something?"

"What?" he snapped as he sat in the comfortable leather chair behind his desk.

"There's a sheep in your room,"

"Bloody Hell, you mean I have to turn it back?"

"Please Harry, and then you can go for supper"

"Yes, Mum"

Harry stood up and jabbed his wand towards the sheep that had just started eating a sock that was lying on the floor. He muttered the incantation Restituo and the sheep morphed back into a wicker basket, this time with woollen handles. In a fit of anger he ripped the soft handles off the basket and threw them out the window.

"Bloody basket can turn itself back!"

"I heard that Harry,"

Harry simply walked down to the kitchen and helped to serve dinner to his relatives. Over the previous three weeks Harry had relentlessly studied using his schedule as a guide. He had mastered his first two years of subject and was currently working his way through his first advanced books, which proved to be much harder than he had thought. His notes, which had been bound in a large leather cover, now sat on a pedestal next to his bookshelves. He added to this personal spell book as he progressed through his workload. With the help of his mother's consciousness Harry had become an expert on his basic charms and was quickly becoming proficient at some of the more advanced ones.

During his studies, Harry had also begun to study the book of wards he had retrieved from the Potter Vault. He had yet to visit Gringotts for the Gregor Vault, and he had no desire to learn what might be lurking in the depths of that vault. Harry had become quite proficient in casting proximity wards, identification wards, and locking charms. There were some limits to his ability however, since his magic was in a constant state of fluctuation (due to his Subolesco) all of Harry's spell work had become unpredictable. Sometimes a simple levitating charm would barely reach waist-height, and sometimes he had waited several days for a pillow or piece of furniture to return to the ground. Harry had also begun to study the type of wards that were over Privet Drive. His book had described the ward as a 'Guardian Angel' Blood Ward. It required a parent's sacrifice after carefully performed rituals which would ensure their consciousness lived on within the magic thus allowing the parent to watch over their children. His mother had admitted to finding notes of the rituals in the library at Godric's Hollow and had just completed the last one when Voldemort arrived.

It had taken much scepticism and a few tears on Harry's part to accept that his mother was actually alive within the magic of the wards, and that he would never be able to feel her touch again.

Harry's most interesting lessons were self-taught. The book his Aunt Petunia had found within the vault was, while short was a wealth of knowledge. The book had been written by Salazar Slytherin himself as a gift to his first born son, Jeremiah Salazar Potter. Slytherin had fallen in love with a muggleborn named Diane Potter, who was in her fifth year of studies. When she became pregnant Salazar had expelled her, hoping that she could live and raise his son in an estate he built for her far from the prejudices of the Wizarding world. Before she left, he gave her the book of Parslemagic for all future descendants who would have the ability. After expelling her, he was labled as anti-muggleborn and a Dark Wizard. Salazar later left the school to live the rest of his life with his new wife.

The book was passed along from Potter to Potter until they met one of Salazar's other descendants in battle. The other wizard, furious that such a young family would have the ability of his Noble ancestor bound the ability to the Potter line until one of his descendants felt they were ready for such an honour. The book had then begun to teach Parslemagic. To use Parslemagic, Harry was required to have blood of a snake as part of his wand's core, after reading this he began to wonder if Mr Ollivander was some sort of Seer. Unfortunately, there was only one snake Harry was willing to use for his wand and it was currently located a few kilometres underneath Hogwarts castle. So Harry was resigned to learning the theory. When he had finished taking notes, Harry constantly studied the Parslemagic and practiced wand movements and incantations.

The Dursleys had discovered Harry's bedroom during the second week of July and had actively avoided it since then. Harry had spoken very little to them since the morning he began his studies, so he was quite surprised when he arrived downstairs to her his uncle address him.

"Boy, Erm… Harry. Your Aunt Marge will be arriving tomorrow. I expect that none of your… funny business will be going on while she's around."

"Aunt Marge? She's still coming?"

"Yes she is, and she doesn't know about your abnormality and she won't be finding out!"

"Fine. But what are we going to tell her about my schooling?"

"Well… I… that is to say, we've told her you go to St Brutus's Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys," Vernon mumbled this terribly fast looking downwards at his plate.

"YOU WHAT?" Harry stood, livid at this piece for information.

"YOU HAD BETTER REMEMBER IT BOY, OR THERE WILL BE NO SUPPER FOR YOU FOR A WEEK!" Vernon seemed to have regained his voice and courage.

"Fine, I'll keep normal around her so long as she remains civil around me," with that Harry stormed out of the kitchen and back into his bedroom, kicking over the basket which let out a loud bleat as it rolled across the room, "I hate summer."

The next morning, while sitting around the breakfast table Harry's eyes widened and he shared a look with his Aunt as they listened to the voice on the television and saw the horrible picture of a dirty, ragged Sirius Black. "… the public is warned that Black is armed and extremely dangerous. A special hotline has been set up, and any sighting of Black should be reported immediately." Harry ignored his Uncle as he commented on the state of the man on television; thoughts were racing through his mind. For the past couple of weeks Harry had been working on a way to push for a trial for Sirius, who had been imprisoned for causing the deaths of Harry's parents. Now, his plans had been rendered useless because Sirius had escaped Azkaban leaving Harry with little chance to find him. Running upstairs as his uncle walked out the front door, Harry slammed his bedroom door behind him and fell to the ground.

Breathing hard he watched as the badly transfigured basket slowly crawled its way across the floor. Whipping out his wand he cast a powerful Incendio charm rendering the basket nothing but a pile of blackened ash on the carpet.

"Harry? What's the matter honey?"

"Sirius escaped. There's no hope of getting to him now!" Harry buried his face in his hands, silently berating himself for not trying to free Sirius sooner. When Harry had his memory restored it unlocked a few memories of his infancy, mainly of his Uncles Padfoot (Sirius) and Moony. Once he realised what had happened to Sirius, Harry had begun to make a case for him in an attempt to push a trial.

"HE WHAT?" shrieked the normally calm voice of Lily.

"I know," Harry sobbed.

"Don't worry, we can still think of something." Harry's mother said softly, "I guess you don't want to do any work today then,"

"Not really. Vernon's sister Marge is coming over tonight too. I don't know how long she'll be here, so no magic until she leaves."

"Alright then, I take it you'll have to do everything by hand then?"

"Yea, but it would be nice if you could help out every once in a while Mum,"

"No problem darling,"

About an hour later, Harry followed his Aunt's shrieks downstairs and waited to bring Marge's bags to the guest room. They heard the crunch of gravel on the drive and Petunia hissed to Harry,

"Get the door!"

With great resentment, Harry pulled the door open.

On the threshold stood Aunt Marge. She looked very much like Vernon, from the thick, beefy neck right down to the moustache (though not as bushy). She held an enormous suitcase in one hand and her favourite bulldog, Ripper, under the other.

"Well Boy? Take my suitcase you filthy layabout!" she glared at Harry, her fan-like chins jiggling at every syllable before shoving the suitcase into his chest.

As Harry dragged the old, faded luggage up the stairs, he heard Marge greet Petunia and Dudley. Putting the bag on top of the bed in the guest room, Harry made his way back to the kitchen before any of his relatives had a chance to scream for him.

When he entered the kitchen, Marge turned and looked at him before taking a large sip of her tea, no doubt filled with brandy.

"So," she barked, "Still here are you?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he replied before taking the empty seat at the table.

"Don't you take that innocent tone of voice with me Boy! I know your kind, filthy layabouts, no sense of work ethic. Vagabonds, the lot of them!"

Harry just stared blankly at her, trying to imagine where she had gained that idea from.

"Where do you send the Boy, Vernon?"

"St Brutus's, a fine institution for cases… such as his,"

"Quite," she said before emptying her cup, "So, tell me Boy, do they use the cane at that school of yours?"

Harry felt someone kick his shin and saw Vernon looking right at him, his eyes set in stone.

"Yes they do Aunt Marge, I get it all the time," Harry said, quietly.

"They do, do they? Vernon I think you should give them permission to use extreme force in this case, if he can talk about those beatings so carelessly they must not be enough to discipline him!"

Harry clenched his teeth together as he sat through the rest of the day being picked apart and generally harassed by Marge.

For three days Harry had progressively gotten angrier, at the fact that Sirius had been spotted near London, at the fact that he couldn't practice magic, and the fact that Marge had continued to point out every fault with Harry that she could create. Sitting at the kitchen table, Harry silently recited the twelve uses of Dragon's Blood and their applications in modern potions under his breath while Marge ingested more brandy than he thought was humanly possible. As he tuned back into the conversation he heard Marge rambling.

"It all comes down to blood, as I was saying the other day. Bad blood will out. Now, I'm saying nothing against your family, Petunia' Marge patted Aunt Petunia's bony hand with her shovel-like one, "but your sister was a bad egg. They turn up in the best of families. Then she ran off with a wastrel and here's the result right in front of us."

Harry could hear his Mother's voice mumbling angrily, "You utter Cow! I'd like to be alive… then I'd kick your bloody fat arse all the way back to dear Colonel Fubster!"

Smirking slightly, Harry began to practise wrist movements for his Parslemagic under the table, listening to his mother curse the female Vernon that was sitting across from him. Half-listening to the conversation, Harry's blood ran cold. His hand stopped in the middle of a double helix spiral twister as he heard Marge's latest comments.

"This, Potter," she spat nastily, "You never told me what he did Vernon,"

Vernon, taking a glance at Harry's blank looking face replied, "He – didn't work. He was unemployed."

"AHA!" yelled Aunt Marge, "I expected as much! A no account, good-for-nothing, lazy vagabond who- "

"He was not," said Harry through gritted teeth. The table went silent. All eyes were focused on the vivid green ones that were almost boring a hole into Marge's head.

"MORE BRANDY!" yelled Vernon, who's face had attempted to turn white around the purple splotches that were his cheeks, "Get to your room Boy- "

"No Vernon, I want to hear what the wastrel has to say!" came Marge's voice as she gulped down the newly filled glass, "Go on, boy. Proud of him were you? What did he do then? Beg on the streets so he could give your mother money for her unsavoury habits? And then they went and got killed in a car crash, probably the same car that resulted in you, you-"

Harry jumped to his feet, knocking over his chair. His eyes glowed an intense green as the lights began to flicker and the dishes started to rattle and in a low, dangerous voice he replied,

"I am Harry James Potter, Son of James Frederick Potter and Heir to Salazar Slytherin, of Lily Violet Evans Heir to the Lord Grindlewald, and who are you? COW!"

At this, Marge's face began to bloat as her body grew larger. She opened her mouth letting out a loud Moo before she quickly turned into a large bovine.

"TURN HER BACK BOY!" Vernon screamed as both his son and wife fainted.

"No,"

Harry ran upstairs to his room, where he grabbed his wand off a shelf and with a large sweeping motion yelled, "Pack!" Almost at once his parent's trunks flew from beneath his bed and opened, allowing all of his books and equipment to jump inside. His wardrobe burst open as his clothes flew into his own trunk. With another flick of his wand, a dark green robe, a pair of vambraces, and a black, hooded cloak flew onto his bed where he pulled them on.

"MUM!"

"I know dear, I'll set her back to normal. Where are you going to go now?"

"Diagon Alley I think, I'll look around for a house to buy and ill transfer you there once I can, but it might take a while,"

"That's alright; I can have some fun while I wait. Go on! I think that burst broke through the wards and alerted the Ministry."

"Ok, bye Mum!"

Harry cast Featherlight Charms on the three trunks, strapped them together and dragged them down the stairs and out the front door.

Harry had trudged his way down Privet Drive, Wisteria Walk, and was now walking down Magnolia Lane. Walking briskly down the cobblestone streets, Harry felt something looking at him from the shadows of a nearby alleyway. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he whipped around looking down the alley. With a muttered spell the tip of his wand burst into light, shining like a torch down the alley. At the end of it he saw a large, shaggy black dog. It started towards him, and Harry tripped on an oddly shaped stone. He fell to the ground, his wand clattering to the ground before rolling away once again plunging the street into darkness.

Harry could hear the padded feet of the dog moving towards him, the heavy panting of the dog was getting closer. He reached towards where he thought his wand was a said "Lumos!" about five feet to his left a light sprung from his fallen wand. Harry jumped over it as the dog reached him and turned the bright light to its eyes. The dog looked towards him, its dark brown eyes looking into his very soul.

"Pa-Uncle Paddy?"

The dog fell on its haunches with a dumb look on its face. Cocking its head to the side, the dog came forward and licked Harry's face.

"It is you! I don't know where to go… can you change back?"

Harry opened his trunk and rummaged around in it,

"Hurry up will you? The Ministry could get here any second!"

Harry watched as the dog slowly formed into a thin, frail man.

"H-How did you know?" he said in a raspy voice.

"I'll tell you later, but now we need to get out of here, quick put this on," Harry said shoving his father's invisibility cloak towards Sirius.

"The Knight Bus, we need to get to Grimmauld Place… it's the only idea I have right now," the man said as he disappeared under the cloak, "Hold your wand out to the street then step back,"

Harry did so and almost immediately a giant triple-decker purple bus appeared out of nowhere.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency trans-" started the pimply conductor.

"I need two for Grimmauld Place, my companion is under an Invisiblity Cloak, and I trust you can be discreet about it?" Harry said with his hood keeping his face in shadow.

"Righ' O' Sir, Tha'll be one galleon, fer discretion's sake o' course," said the conductor.

Harry handed him two gold pieces as he climbed aboard, "Mention this to no one," the conductor just nodded.

Fifteen minutes later, Harry was standing in the middle of a street that looked like it had at one point been inhabited by high-class citizens, but had slowly decayed into a slum. Following the dark form of his godfather, Harry was led up the steps of a House that seemed to be visible only to wizards. Sirius rapped on the snake-motif door three times before it opened with a creak. They stepped inside leaving deep footprints in the layers of dust. In a still rough, wheezy voice, Sirius laughed,

"Welcome, Harry. To the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black,"

Author's Note: Yup, Chapter 2. I'm gonna get this one up to four chapters (along with New Order) before I update Witchcraft again. It generally takes me about a day to write one chapter. Any questions please put in the reviews and i'll try to answer them at the end of the next chapter... I hope you enjoy this!