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"BOY GET UP!" Harry heard a booming voice yell.

Harry opened his eyes painfully and rushed to sit up, knocking his head on the ceiling. Looking around Harry realized he was back in his cupboard at number 4 private drive and not only that but he was no longer 17 but he was five.

"Bloody hell." Harry whispered, "it actually worked."

"BOY GET UP! GET UP NOW!" Harry heard his aunt this time screech.

Harry did a quick search for his overly large black glasses before leaving his cupboard in his to large pajamas.

"Well boy don't stand there suck up all the air. Set the table." Petunia said to her nephew irritated that it had taken him so long to wake up.

"Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry found himself saying.

"Well hurry up boy, then take the trash out." Petunia said as Harry quickly set the table as fast as his little body would let him. He then using all of his strength pulled the garbage out the door and into the trash can when a beautiful white owl flew down and pecked him on the check.

"Hey girl," Harry said surprised that Hedwig had come with him but realized that this wasn't Hedwig at all.

"Hedwig's mother?" Harry asked the snowy owl who had three very dark black feathers.

"POTTER GET IN HERE!" Harry heard his uncle bellow.

"Stay will you?" Harry asked.

The bird gave what Harry took as a nod and flew off into the trees, Harry was still trying to wrap his head around this as he walked back inside. As his Aunt and Uncle demanded he do all kinds of chores while Dudley laid around watching cartoons. Harry did this all wordlessly not because he wanted to but because he was in a slight state of shock, this was so unreal. To be given a second chance like this. And it was not until that night that Harry came to a firm decision on not to waste this chance. His mother some how got it for him and he would not waste it.

Late that night when the rest of the family was asleep and Harry was locked in his cupboard that maybe young Harry had grown to accept but older Harry realized it as the cell it was.

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Five years, five very long years he had been sitting in his dirty, dark, damp cell. An innocent man convicted of a crime that he never committed for this he suffered. For this his most happiest memories where taken from him, leaving him in turmoil and despair. He sat against the wall banging his head against the stone walls.

He had only ever wanted one thing in his life and that was a family, people to love and those who would love him in return. And now two of them where lost for ever, another a traitor, another believed him to be the traitor and a little boy who would never even know him. All because he had lost it and went after the rat. For this he sat in his cell as he felt the familiar cold as the dementors drew closer sucking up what ever happiness they could find left in his miserable body.

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Harry sat alone in his cell, the Dursleys went out to get dinner and left Harry alone and locked in the cupboard under the stairs. Harry had been thinking a lot. And after a few heated discussions where he convinced himself this really was not all some dream or nightmare but reality he decided on his first course of action. He had to leave the Dursleys. He needed to change his past and maybe there would been a different future for every one. And Harry knew there was only one way he was getting out of here and that was why he sat on his dirty cot with paper and a pen and in his best five year old hand writing, began his letter that would hopefully lead not only to his freedom but to one others.

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"Now don't come back till the sun goes down alright boy." Petunia said, "we're having very important people over and we don't need your freakiness messing anything up." Petunia said pushing Harry out the door, it slamming behind him.

"Bloody ruddy lot." Harry said as he left the Dursley's house walking towards the park a white owl flying above, following him. Arriving there Harry sat himself on a swing.

"It's so weird," he thought, "I'm five again in body but I'm 17 in my head. I can't use my magic because I'm only five but yet I know how to preform any spell I'd want to. Maybe this was a bad idea." Harry thought as he pulled the letter out of his pocket and gave it to the white bird who he named Ivory.

"This is for my godfather. He is locked in Azkaban but he needs to get this directly from you. Please try not to fail me." Harry asked as the bird with the letter took off. Harry watched it fly and could not help but feel that the letter that was being carried could in fact change his life.

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It was a dark cloudy night as the man sat in his cell. All around him he could hear the cries and the screams of his fellow inmates. Only across the way was his cousin Bellextria and he truly believed that his cousin was in fact insane. Truthfully Sirius wasn't sure why he wasn't yet.

Suddenly he heard an owl hooting, looking up at the dingy window that was covered with bars Sirius saw a snow white bird, it dropped and envelope through the bars and took off. Sirius looked at the letter with a ting of fear and curiosity. He never got mail, there was no one who would ever want to send him any. Not only that but any mail would have to go through Aurors nothing should ever come directly to the cell. Who ever is the sender of the letter had to have some balls and really have trust in the owl.

With a shaky hand Sirius reached for the envelope and opened it to pull out another piece of paper a letter that seemed to be written by a young child.

Padfoot,

Please don't freak out but this is your godson, Harry Potter

Sirius almost dropped the letter in shock, this could not be.

First off I know your innocent Sirius. I know your not the reason my parents are gone but it was the rat. I know Sirius, I can't tell you how but I know. I'm five years old Sirius and I'm living with the Dursleys. I know that you can escape, come find me Sirius. I'm sorry I can't tell you how I know but please Sirius. I need you.

Your godson,

Harry

Sirius sat there shaking, this had to be a dream. There is no way that his godson could know, no one did. And this could not be possible, not at all. But then what if it was. What if his godson was really living with the Dursleys. Sirius had meant them on occasion and they where horrid. They hated Lily and anything that had to do with her world, why would they feel any different about Harry. Horrible images assaulted Sirius of his little godson in their care. Maybe it was true, maybe this was fake but what he did know what that he'd have the chance it. Tomorrow night Azkaban would loose one of their most feared inmates, Sirius Black.

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It had been almost a month since Harry was back with the Dursley's. A month since Harry turned back to being five. A month since Harry sent the letter to Sirius and not everything was good.

How could Harry forget that before he went to Hogwarts how the Dursley's treated him. He was to them a defenseless little kid, with no friends no one to help him. If he messed up his Uncle would slap him, Dudley pushed him around and Petunia dragged him around by his ear. To say the least Harry was not enjoying himself.

"POTTER WHAT IS THIS!" Vernon Dursley yelled at his young nephew late one night as he dragged Harry out of his cupboard, the little boy wiggling furiously.

"LOOK AT THIS MESS POTTER!" Vernon yelled as he threw Harry into the kitchen the little boy's body hitting the floor hard.

"Look at this! Dishes dirty, mud all over the floor. The table unclean." Vernon yelled as he slapped Harry hard in the face, Harry felt his lip break open as Vernon hit him again, Harry knew their would be a bruise.

"NOW CLEAN THIS UP!" Vernon yelled storming out of the kitchen leaving the five year old boy alone.

Harry held his hand to his lip to stop the bleeding. Oh if he had his wand Vernon Dursley would be no more.

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A haggard looked man, with greasy matted black hair and cloudy gray eyes. He watched from a window as a very large man hit a boy half his size, unable to defend himself, a flash of lighting struck, thunder rolling. The man turned the wand he had stolen off of a drunk wizard in his hand. He was going to go in there and take that boy, he knew that they'd be living life on the road, running from the ministry that was sure to be after him but he would not leave the boy with this family.

Quietly Sirius used a spell to unlock the door so he could walk in, Harry was busy washing the dishes, muttering to himself about something Sirius could not understand.

"Harry," he said hoarsely, startling the boy who dropped the dish he was holding.

"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled with excitement, ignoring the broken dish and launching himself at the older man. Sirius was surprised greatly when Harry threw himself at him, hugging him.

"BOY WHAT IS GOING O N!" Vernon Dursley yelled, entering the kitchen.

"WHO THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU!" Vernon yelled at Sirius as he placed Harry behind him.

"I'm your worst nightmare Dursley!" Sirius said, his voice gruff as he displayed his wand.

"Your...your one of those freaks!" Vernon yelled.

"Yes I guess I am. And I'm taking my godson here and he won't becoming back." Sirius said angrily.

"So take him. We never wanted him, go!" Vernon said.

"I want his things." Sirius said in an angry haunted voice.

Vernon seemed to petrified to move.

"I'll get them." Harry said to his godfather, leaving the kitchen and running to his cupboard. He emptied out his school bag and stuffed a couple of pairs of cloths in it, zipped it up and went back into the kitchen where now both Vernon and Petunia where at wand point.

"How could you treat him this way?" Sirius demanded. "Lily would never forgive you Petunia. I hope you know that." Sirius said seeing Harry walking in, a backpack in his hands.

Sirius looked at Harry, he looked so much like James but he had Lily's eyes. Was he doing the right thing from taking Harry away from here. From a place where he'd always have a roof over his head. No of course he was. Maybe they would not have a set home but Harry would be loved.

"Come along Harry." Sirius said bending down and picking the boy up, his wand still pointed at the Dursleys, he raised it into the air and turned the Dursley's hair pink before he left the house, Harry in his arms.

Once out side Sirius started to run, staying in the cover of the shadows. It had started to rain. "Where to go, where to." Sirius muttered.

"Moony!" Harry said having thought about this. He knew he could not reveal his real self, it would bring to many questions, some that Harry would not want to answer. When Harry had seen Sirius come in he could not remember ever begin so happy. Seeing a man who was suppose to be dead alive, there was no better feeling.

"I don't know how you know this Harry. But we can't go to Moony's unless you want to go back and live with the Dursleys.

"Moony! Moony!" Harry kept saying.

Sirius looked around, it was raining, cold. Sirius was weak, he needed food and sleep and Harry needed treatment.

"Well," Sirius said, "I can always oblivate him after."

Ohhh what is going to happen now. Will Moony be welcoming? Will Harry be forced to go back to the Dursleys? When will Dumbledore come into play? Will this insane author leave you waiting for long? Who knows, she is sick, needs to clean her room and do home work. But then maybe, just maybe if i get enough inspiring reviews i can get another chapter out tonight.

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