Summery: Continued from ON THE RUN. When Sirius first see's Harry after he breaks out of Azkaban.

Chapter Two

Finding Harry

It was late at night. The only source of light around Privet Drive were coming from the porch lights and street lamps. Padfoot slowly and carefully went to the back yard of Number Four and went to the back door. Changing back to his human form, Sirius Black, he looked around carefully to make sure he wasn't spotted.

Sirius had looked bad in his animagus form. But he looked awful in his human form. He was very underweight. His face has a sunken in and gaunt look to it. He had dark circles under his eyes, and the clothes he wore seemed to just be clinging to him.

Slowly he reached his arm out and tried the back door to see if it was locked. Turning the knob he sighed as he confirmed that it was indeed locked. He knew he had very little of a chance of the door being unlocked, but you never knew, some people left their doors unlocked at night. Looking around the house he finally found a possible way to enter. There was a window to the left side of the house that was not closed fully. Slowly he slid the window open further and slipped in as quietly as possible.

Once inside he looked around the darkened room. It was an office, he assumed, because it had a large desk and file cabinets and book shelves. Slowly he opened the door to the rest of the house and began to walk as quietly as he could up the steps.

Slowly he opened each door to find out where his godson might be. The first door revealed a neatly made bed and dresser of draws and a small Muggle television.

The second revealed Mr. and Mrs. Dursley. Vernon's loud snores echoed through the room. The third door revealed his son Dudley's room. The room was filled with Muggle toys, and electronics. Sirius shook his head as he closed the door as silently as possible. Dursley Jr. was obviously very spoilt. He wondered if Harry was treated that way.

He really had no intention's of taking Harry. He just wanted to see him. To see if he was okay. And if he was being well cared for. Or if he was happy. The event's earlier in the day may just be a once-in-a-while thing. Harry may have been working in the garden because of some prank he'd pulled at school.

Opening the last door he looked inside. The room was filled with toys. Silently he crept through the room, careful not to trip on anything. After a few minutes of searching the small room he saw no Harry. 'Where could Harry be?' Sirius though slightly worried. Slowly Sirius crept back downstairs and began to look around. Entering the hallway leading to the kitchen he heard a cough he turned around. Slowly, dreading what he might find, he unlocked the clasp to the broom cupboard and opened it. It opened with a slight creek of the hinges.

Peeking insider the dark cupboard Sirius gasped. Harry was laying on a small mattress that looked like it belonged to a baby's crib. There were dirty blankets that were frayed at the edges, and had wholes in them. Harry was awake looking at him wide eyed. Sirius couldn't make out much more then that in the darkened cupboard. Noticing a string that he recognized as being a switch for a light he pulled and the light came on.

Sirius gasped again at the sight before him. Harry had several bruises on his face, and his arm was cradled to his chest.

"Harry?" Sirius asked in a low whisper, and in what he hoped to be a gentle voice.

Harry didn't answer, but continued to stare at him wide eyed, and fearful.

"Harry, its okay." Sirius crooned. "I won't hurt you. My name's Sirius." Sirius moved so he was illuminated by the light better so Harry could see him. He hoped he didn't look too horrible because he didn't want to frighten Harry further. "Can you come here for me?" Sirius asked gesturing for Harry to come closer; Harry shook his head adamantly. "Do you know who I am?" Sirius sighed. He hadn't really expected Harry to, but he figured it was worth a try.

"Your said your names Sirius." Harry answered in a small nervous voice.

"That's right." Sirius answered with a small smile. "I used to know your parents."

"You did?" Harry asked in a interested voice.

"Yup." Sirius said as he looked Harry in the eyes. He wanted to get Harry out of here. It was obvious he was not being properly cared for. Sirius really didn't even know that he'd be able to properly care for Harry, but it would be much better then where he was at now. "And you know what?"

"What?" Harry asked curiously.

"Your mum and dad made me your Godfather." Sirius answered with a small mischievous grin.

Harry's face scrunched up a little in confusion. "What's a Godfather?" Harry asked.

"Well a Godparent is someone who your parents name as your guardian should anything happen to them." Sirius answered, trying to put it as simply as possible, not wanting to confuse Harry. Harry sat up and faced Sirius better, though his back was still to the wall of the cupboard. Harry seemed to be stewing over something Sirius had said and after a few moments finally voiced his thoughts.

"Why are you coming now?" Harry asked in a slightly accusing voice.

Sirius winced inwardly. Obviously Harry was quick on his feet. "I've been unable to care for you." He answered truthfully. "Do you want to come live with me now?" He asked hopefully, not wanting to leave Harry here with these Muggles, who obviously had no problems hurting him.

After a moment Harry hesitantly nodded. Sirius opened his arms and motioned for Harry to come closer to him, which, after some hesitation, he did. Sirius scooped the five year old up in his arms and gave him a gentle hug. "Where will we go?" Harry asked in a timid and unsure voice.

"We'll see." Sirius said thoughtfully. He knew he needed to go get some money out of his Muggle account. He was really grateful now that Lily had convinced him to open a Muggle account so he could access some money in an emergency. There wasn't a whole lot in there, but it was enough to build a start. He also knew he needed to get somewhere where he was least likely to be recognized. And he needed to change his appearance and their names.

Noticing that Harry still continued to cradle his arm to his chest he pulled back from Harry to get a closer look. "Is your arm hurt?" Sirius asked concerned. Harry nodded. "Can I see it?" Hesitantly Harry allowed Sirius to touch his arm; a moment later, Harry winced in pain and pulled it back. Sirius knew it was broken from how it felt. He had had enough broken bones in his time to be able to detect one. "I'll get that fixed up soon, okay?" Sirius said soothingly to Harry, who nodded in return.

Slowly Sirius stood and cradled Harry to his chest. "Is there anything you want to take with you?" Sirius saw the messy black mop of hair shake and heard a muffled "No." Sirius frowned; surely there was something Harry owned and wanted to keep. "Are you sure?" This time there was a nod. Sirius didn't comment further and carefully made his way outside.

Going to the bank was not a very eventful affair, for which Sirius was eternally relieved. Sirius produced his key, which he had had hidden and retrieved before getting Harry, and the teller allowed him to get his money. After emptying the account Sirius quickly apparated to the middle of the United States. He slowly explained the experience of apparating to Harry before so he would not frighten Harry. They rented a motel room that first night. Sirius would figure out what to do from there.

End of Chapter Two

A/N: Hello everyone! Happy NEW YEAR 2006! I am almost finished with this story. I have one chapter to write and I will post it in a few days. (Maybe tonight if I can finish it in time.) Please REVIEW!