Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, and i really don't want to. But I doown this fic.Fosrt off I would like to thank you for reading my story, and just to let you know even though the storystarts off with Harry, It's really notsuppose to be about him.And just to let you know, I can't spell too well so I am sorry if there are too many mistakes.Oh, I know about the people who like their stories to follow the script (I have been threatened by one before) So just to let you know, this is an AU (alternate universe) so it won't follow the excat story line. I guess you can say it's in the 5th year but has nothing to do with the 5th book.i hope you like it. Sorry this was so long...Enjoy...

Chapter 1: The Early Birthday Gift

Harry awoke close to noon. He shielded his eyes from the sunlight that poured in though his open window. The sun felt warm on his tired face. Harry felt strangely happy that one morning, and strangely, he was smiling. Harry kicked the thin blanket off of his thin body. He jumped out of his worn out bed and looked around his small room that was his home for the summer.

Harry sighed and wondered why he felt so happy. Normally he would feel extremely depressed because school had just finished and he had to spend two whole months on Private Drive. Harry took off his pajamas and put on his clothes (which were five sizes too big.)

With a great smile on his face, Harry opened the door and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. Then, he stopped, dead in his tracks.

"Good morning, Harry." said uncle Vernon, smiling. Next to him sat his wife, Petunia, and Dudley, also smiling. "How was your night? Did you have a good sleep?" Asked Vernon. They were all sitting on the table, the breakfast untouched, as if waiting for Harry to come and eat with them.

"What...is going on?" Harry asked, his smile long ago faded away. Then, Harry noticed that his "family" was all sweating profusely. Harry looked past them and focused his stare at the window. On the window was a refection of someone.

That someone was dressed in a cloak with his hood up, so his face was unseen. The man had his arm stretched outward and seemed to be holding a stick or...

A WAND! Harry's mind screamed. Harry put his own hand into his pocket and wrapped his long fingers around his own. He was able to get it half way out before the cloaked figure appeared in front of him with a loud crack. Harry stumbled backwards and fell onto the clean wooden floor.

The man, Harry guessed, lifted his arms up and wrapped his thin fingers around his hood and pulled it down slowly.

Harry shut his eyes quickly, anticipating his scar to start hurting. He waited and waited but it didn't even tickle. Slowly he opened his eyes one by one and looked up at the body in front of him.

"You are extremely jumpy, Harry." Said a voice he knew all too well.

Harry blinked and rubbed his eyes. "S-Sirius?"

Sirius Black looked down at Harry, with a happy smile and happily said, "Hello there, Harry."

"W-What are you doing here? Out in the open?" Harry asked and picked himself up and off the floor and without waiting for an answer, he ran to his godfather and hugged him tightly. After a few minuets, Harry released his godfather and asked him, "What are you doing here?"

Sirius smiled, "Well, giving you your gift."

"My gift? You mean my birthday gift?"

He nodded.

"But my birthday isn't for another few weeks." Harry said and looked deep into Sirius's eyes.

"Well," Sirius started, "I couldn't wait."

Harry laughed loudly, "It's my birthday and you couldn't wait?"

Black smiled, "Well, go and get your things."

"My-My things?" Harry asked confused.

"Unless you rather...you know...stay." He said, and the tone of his voice changed dramatically.

You mean...live with you?" Harry asked talking a step backwards.

Sirius shrugged, "Well...that is if you want to...I won't force you to...if you rather...stay."

Harry smiled, turned and ran up the stairs three at a time. He quickly packed all of his things and with in five minuets he was down in front of the kitchen with everything he owned. Harry looked up at his aunt and uncle and noticed that they were still sitting in the same place they were before. Then Harry, again, looked past them and looked at the window. The reflection of the man was still standing there with his arm up. Harry looked back at Sirius and whispered, "Who is that? That man."

Sirius turned and smiled. He looked back at Harry and said, "An old friend of ours. Well, James, Remus and I. He never liked nor trusted Peter." He looked back the man and called out to him, "Theif...Hey, Theif!"

But the man kept standing there with his arm out stretched.

Harry looked back at Sirius, "can he...hear?"

"Yeah...he's probably listening to his music...again. Theif!" Sirius yelled one last time.

The hooded figure, Theif, turned his head around toward Sirius. With his left hand, he pulled off his hood and let it fall to his back. He, then, pulled out what looked like muggle headphones form his ears. "Did you call me?"

Harry looked at the young man, though he looked more like a woman than a man. He had long, silky straight blonde hair that fell gracefully to his hips. His eyes were a neon green and his skin was a soft ivory and looked very smooth.

Sirius smiled and told them that they were leaving. Thief looked at Vernon, Petunia and Dudley. "If any of you ever mention, to anyone, that we were here, I will cast the 'Elur Elpmis' curse on your fat son." He said and pointed his wand at Dudley.

Petunia held Dudley tight and he began to whimper as Harry ans Thief followed Sirius out of the house. Harry looked up at Theif and jumped up when Thief grabed his hands.

"It's such and honor, Master Potter! Such an honor to fianlly meet you, to finally be infornt of you! You look just like your father, and you have your mother's eyes!" Thief yelled excitedly shaking Harry's eyes.

"Thief, let Harry, go."Sirius said and Thoef released Harry form his grasp

Theif looked up at Sirius and quickly looked back to the ground and took a step backwards. Sirius looked at Harry.

"Harry? Do you have your father's cloak with you?"

"Yes." Harry nodded, "why?"

"Do you mind if I borrow it?" Sirius asked looking around. "So I won't be seen."

"Oh! Sure!" Harry said excitedly and pulled his trunk closer to him. He went to his knees and dug through it's contents. Harry looked up at Theif and said, "So...did you like my dad?"

"Yes! We were very good friends!" Theif said excitedly, smiling very big.

Harry smiled and pulled out the glossy cloak and handed it to his godfather.

Sirius took the cloak carefully and held it tight in his hands, and traced the lining with his thin fingers, remembering James. He smiled sadly and pulled himself out of his memories. He walked behind Theif, which shielded him from view from the street and bypasses. Soon the cloak as on him and Theif helped Harry carry the trunk.

Harry looked up at Theif and back to were Sirius was suppose to be walking. Harry looked back at Theif and decided to start a conversation. "So...Theif...is it?"

"Yes! Theif!" He said smiling that great big smile again. "Theif is short for my real name. "He said and tapped his finger against his lips. "My real name is Theiantras Fornentesan, from the Elven lands."

"Elven!" Harry spat out and stopped so suddenly that he felt Sirius bump into him. "You're a...an elf?...Like the house--?"

"No! Not a house elf!" Thief said laughing a little. "We have no relation, our species that is. No, I'm an elf from the Silvanast."

"Less talking more walking!" Sirius said harshly from under the cloak.

Theif made a quick bow, turned on the balls of his feet and began walking with the trunk in his hands. Harry followed him and asked more questions.

"Can you do magic? Do you know who Voldemort is? Do elves really live for ever? Do you fight? How did you meet my dad? Did you go to Hogwarts? How old are you? If you went to Hogwarts, what house were you in? What did--?" Harry was interrupted by Theif's laughs.

"Wow! You truly are curious," he said shaking his head. "Let me see if I can answer all of those questions. Well, well...hum...where to start? Ah. Yes. I can do magic, I'm pretty good too, if I say so myself. Yes, I know who the Dark Lord is--."

"Why do you call him the Dark Lord? Only Death Eaters call him that." Harry said, knowing all too well about Death Eaters.

"...Well...you can kind of say I...Well, I got use to saying that. And don't worry, I am not a Death Eater," he added. "And no, elves do not live forever, but for thousands of years at times. I am 162 years old, but in 'your years' that would be about 20." He said looking at Harry, "yes, I have fought. Against the Dark Lord himself, in many wars...before he met up with you..." He was hurt, too, by James's and Lily's deaths. "He is tough, and smart. I have lost many friends and family in the war to him and his Death Eaters. They fought bravely..." his voice was drowned off by a sudden loud crack, and almost instantly after was another crack.

Harry stared down to where he heard the crack. He could have sworn he saw either Fred or George. Harry took his green eyes off of the road and looked at Theif. "Did...did you just see...?"

"One of the Weasly twins? Yes." Sirius said.

Harry looked down at the road more and began thinking.

A/N: Well, I hoped you liked it.