He pulled on his favorite boots and pulled on the hood of he clothes that the Weasleys had given him, and activated his Dillusement ring. Pulling his wand out, he tapped the parchment and muttered 'To find a family'. Instantly the parchment turned into a box, a small wooden one. He carefully removed the lid, and inside it were a long black wand, two photos, and a note.

He pulled out the photos. It was when he was a baby, and Si- his father was holding him in his lap, his mother was sitting next to him. Shinning in his father's eyes was nothing but the deepest love and affection as he looked down at his young son. His mother smiled down happily at him, while snuggling up next to Sirius. The other one had himself snuggled deep into an also-sleeping Remus Lupin, who had his arms wrapped protectively around him in a firm but gentle hold. This Remus, however looked years younger, and had his hair grown out so that it fell in his eyes all around his head. Remus had his face nuzzled down in Harry's hair and Harry had his arms tightly wrapped around the werewolf's arm.

Harry smiled slightly at this. He wished that was the way things were now… The fiery anger at Dumbledore for tearing this away from him filled his stomach again. It was his entire fault… He had ruined everything. He pulled out the note and unfolded it.

My dearest Harry,

If you are reading this, then I am going to assume you believe my letter. I also believe we do not have much time. The photos I had kept away, and thought it would explain the situation better than any amount of words I could have used. The wand is undetectable, and you can use it as much and long as you like, without having to worry about the underage restrictions. The box can only be opened by you and me. I say again, Harry, please be careful.

(There was a crossing out, but Harry could distinctly see Dad)

Sirius

Harry put down the note in his pocket and reached for the wand. As soon as he touched it, a warm feeling spread throughout him. He pocketed his old wand and stood up, pulling his duffle bag full of clothes and supplies higher on his shoulder. Taking his new one, he whispered 'Alohomora'. Instantly all eleven locks flew open with a quiet click. He silently walked down the hall and down the steps, skipping ones he knew that squeaked. He glanced down at his watch… Exactly four a.m.

He hurried out the front door and ran full-out, boots thudding hard on the pavement. He stopped a couple blocks away, panting and doubling over. He checked his watch. He still had fifteen minutes, and if he was lucky they wouldn't think to look for him for quite a few hours.

He pulled his hood tighter over his face and stuck out his wand, summoning the Knight Bus. A thin, pimply young man stepped out and was about to make his speech, but Harry cut him off.

"Not now, we need to go. Visitor's entrance to the Ministry of Magic." He said hoarsely. Stan Shunpike lifted an eyebrow and sized him up, before side stepping him and muttering about 'Bloody strange fold nowadays. Neffer can tell what wiff the deaf eaters…' Stan pulled out a ticket and handed it to him.

"That'll be fifteen sickles, but fo' an additional two you can get an 'ot water bottle or a toof brush in the color o' your choice." Harry rustled around in his money pouch and pulled out the right amount, shoving it into his hands. He plopped down and propped his feet up on a near-by chair.

"Wos you say you're name wos?" Stan asked. Harry had been expecting this and quickly thought of a name out of one of Dudley's school books.

"Kumori Black." He said.

"So you're Japanese? I got some fam'ly in Japan." Stan said, leaning on one of the brass bed railing.

"Actually, I lived here all my life, my mother spoke Japanese. Shai thanks for your hospitality anyway." He muttered hoarsely.

"Goshujin uerukamu. You're welcome" Stan said, and Harry grinned beneath the darkness of his hood. Twenty minutes later, he was standing on the outside the visitor's entrance of the Ministry of magic. He picked up the receiver and dialed 62442.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business." A cool female voice filled the booth.

"Kumori Black, Unspeakable." He replied in a businesslike tone, as though he worked there. A small badge popped out of the coin slot with his name and 'profession'. The booth began to lower and soon he was on the bottom floor. Making sure he was Dillusioned, he crept quietly in the shadows against the wall, and his heart beat furiously as the sound of footsteps and voices echoed down the corridor. He quickly ducked behind a statue and stared from the shadows.

"…Of course there would be no way to get the money to the ministry if the portkey alarm were to be registered within the next two days…" came the drawl of Lucius Malfoy.

"Oh, of course, of course Mr. Malfoy, I'm sure certain… arrangements could be made… for the right price." The minister's voice followed.

"As I had hoped, Minister. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to which I must attend." He said, walking down the corridor, and stopping right in front of the statue where Harry was crouching. Harry held his breath as the Malfoy leaned closer, studying the statue.

"Who would put a house elf statue in a respectable place like the ministry?" The man sneered, stalking off. Harry sighed in relief, standing up and running through the now-deserted hallway into the door way in the back. Opening it up, he walked to the first door, which turned out to be the brain room. Marking it with Hermione's fiery 'X', he moved on, trying several others until he found the one that wouldn't open. He stuck his wand in the spot, once he had found it. The door pulsated, as if alive, before swinging open. Harry grabbed his wand and stepped into the inky blackness.

"Lumos Maxima…" he muttered, but all that did was show himself and a small ring of light around him. "Damn…" All of a sudden he felt someone watching him, and turned around to see Lilly and James.

"Harry… my son, my baby…" Lilly said, reaching out to touch Harry on the side of the face. Harry drew back.

"Harry, I don't know what Sirius has told you…" James began. "But it's not real. He lied to you, son. It was a prank, a terrible one."

Harry shook his head in disbelief.

"No… He wouldn't lie to me." Harry said, lifting his wand once again.

"Harry, please, we love you…" 'Lilly' pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"If you loved me, you would help me, not stop me." Harry whispered, and turned away from them.

"Harry, please! Stop this! He deserves what he got… He lied to you, Peter didn't betray us, he did. I'm your real father, Harry…" James whispered, taking a step closer.

"Shut up!" Harry yelled at him.

"Harry, I can't let you do this." James said, pulling out his wand. But before 'James' could cast a spell, Harry shouted 'caecus', the blinding spell. James hissed in pain and backed away. Then Harry remembered the whispers that normally came from the veil.

"DAD!" He shouted. Nothing happened. He began to search wildly, before he felt a hand on his shoulder. Lilly clenched it, her grip becoming stronger by the second.

"Don't do it…" She hissed evilly.

"Quiesco!" He roared at her. Out of nowhere, James appeared, throwing a sucker-punch at his jaw. Harry staggered backwards, holding the side of his face and stared at the man in horror. James responded by throwing another punch at his stomach, which sent him doubling over, and sprawling to the floor. Harry built up half of his remaining energy and shouted "Quiesco!"

James fell to the floor with a loud 'thump'. Instantly the room lit up, and Harry was able to see the veil. Pulling out his wand, he muttered the cutting hex at it, but nothing happened. It merely fluttered, as if to mock him. After going through ump-teen curses, he slumped against the wall, magically, mentally, and physically exhausted. He was tired of this stupid rag. He growled to himself, launching himself at the tattered piece of cloth and wrenching it from the arch. He panted, dropping the raggedy veil. That was it, he couldn't hold himself up. His knees buckled, and he was about to fall to the ground, when a pair of strong arms caught him. Harry lifted his tired eyes to see his father looking down at him, concern etched on every line in his face.

"Harry…" he said, troubled.

"Dad…" He said softly, launching himself around his father's neck. Sirius tightened his arms, holding him tightly.

"Never leave me like that again!" Harry cried, voice muffles by Sirius's baggy robes.

"Never…" Sirius agreed, tightening his arms.