"Harry now remember truthfully. Where did you get hurt?" Arabella sat down draping her arm across Harry's shoulders. He tensed, and didn't answer. "Harry, you have to tell me." Harry shook his head sitting up pulling our of Arabella's embrace. He scotched forward so he was now sitting opposite Mrs. Figg. "I'll tell your Aunt and Uncle you weren't doing as I say." Harry looked up at her, his face looking completely betrayed.

"I said I wouldn't tell. He said he'd brake my arm if I told anyone. You can't tell Uncle Vernon I told you." Mrs.Figg nodded her head. "My Uncle."

Arabella looked confused and asked, "You Uncle what?" Harry glanced at the door making sure his Uncle didn't pop out of nowhere and hit him. "My Uncle..." Arabella nodded her head. "He hits me, and kicks me, for punishment." He explained slowly Arabella closed her eyes and nodded solemly.

"How long has your uncle been hurting you? Is he the only one who does this to you?" She wanted to ask him so many more questions. But knew at any moment that Harry would stop talking.

Nodding his head, "Only my Uncle really hurts me. Dudley sometimes kicks me, and Aunt Petunia only throws things at me." Harry's eyes kept shifting to the door and back to his lap. "Dudley would always kick me but Uncle Vernon just started. There was this old." Harry paused then hurriedly corrected himself. "I mean this elderly gentleman came to our house late one night and I was asleep. But I woke up because Uncle Vernon was yelling at him so I walked in and I met the man. And then my Uncle sent me back to bed. In the morning he hurt me." Silent tears started flowing down his face.

"It's okay Harry. Let it out." Arabella pulled Harry into a hug and rubbed his back. Soon after Harry fell asleep.

DREAM

Okay it's been days since I talked to 'I'm Harry Potter' Boy. It was all in my head. And I fell for it.

'Excuse me... But fell for what?' Harry asked timidly.

Your Harry Potter yes?

'Yes. May I ask who you are?' Harry rolled over onto his back away from Arabella.

I'm Sirius Black.

'That name sounds familiar. Do I know you?' The man Sirius Black laid as still as a dead man he did not want to wake up.

I don't know. You might who are you parents?

'I don't know. They died in a car accident when I was one. I just had a dream about a man named Sirius or Padfoot a lady named Lily, another man Moony or Remus and a James.' A the names tears started to flow down Sirius' closed eyes leaving trails of cleanness on his checks. Do you know what they looked like?

'Um... the man Sirius or Padfoot had shoulder length black hair, the man Remus or Moony had short brown hair and he looked sort of tattered. The woman Lily was... Beautiful. I can't find another word for it. She was perfect, she had red hair it was long down to her shoulders. She didn't stop smiling. Her eyes were green like mine. And James I didn't see he was down stairs' Mumbled something in his sleep and cuddled farther under his covers.

I'm that man. I'm Sirius or Padfoot. Though nobody's called me that in years. The woman was your mother and yes she was beautiful. James had black hair and wore round glasses he was your dad. Remus or Moony was like a brother to me and James and even Lily.' Sirius' heart broke talking about James and Lily and even Remus though he now hated Sirius for a crime he didn't even commit.

'Really! You knew them. I didn't want to ask Mr. Remus today when I met him about my parents. I want to know! No one will tell me. Why can't I know Sirius?' Harry's voice was pleading and there was no saying 'no' to that voice. 'Why aren't I living with you? Or... or Remus... Why can't I have a happy life. With people who love me and not make me sleep in a cupboard under the stairs...' Harry didn't get a response from Sirius, who was thinking about all that Harry was asking. He didn't even know where he was living. Or even anything about him.

Harry I'm sorry about not living with you. Who are you living with now?

'My Aunt Petunia, my Uncle Vernon, and my cousin Dudley.'

Oh... I thought you would be living with Moony... Not your Aunt and Uncle. I guess I should explain to you what happened. If I could get out of where I am I would come and get you. We'd go live some place really sunny and bright. You would have the biggest room in the world and all the toys you could ever want. I would give you all of that and so much more if only I could get out of here and to you. You would never have to see your aunt and uncle ever again or Dudley. Only if you wanted to.' Sirius shivered with happiness with getting to explain his dreams to Harry, or anyone for that matter. How old are you now?

'Um.. I'm six... would you really take me away from here? I could live with you?' Harry asked. Not getting his hopes up.

Yes, yes you could live with me. Any way enough about that I know that I shouldn't be telling you this but I can't help it. You're living your life as a lie. Your parents weren't killed in a car crash. That couldn't have killed Lily and James. A very evil and powerful man killed them, by the name of Voldemorte. Sirius paused for a moment. He hadn't ever gotten a chance to tell anyone his feeling about this. No one had listened when he tried to tell any one. But all they did was sent him to Azkaban without a second thought. He tried to kill you but for some reason you were able to kill him or something. I don't know what really happened. I just remember that on that night I had found out that one of our old friends had become a death eater. They worked for Voldemort. He, Peter Petigrew, betrayed your parents and you to Voldemort just to save his own hide. I tried to stop him but he almost killed me by hitting me with a very powerful curse.

'Um... okay...' Sirius had paused. 'You don't have to tell me this. I can tell that it's hurting you.' Harry some how sensed that Sirius was hurting inside.

No... well I know your only six now but you deserve to know what happened no kept in the dark. So yah Voldmort thought that I was dead and ignored me lying there. I couldn't do anything I was frozen. I couldn't even stand, I could barley breath. I was on the lawn when I herd James yelling to get out of his house and how he shouted for Lilly to take you and run. Voldemort killed your father and then went to find your mother who was upstairs in your room. She risked herself you save you. She was killed and you were left there supposedly defenseless. When he tried to kill you it backfired. And somehow you were saved and he was dead. Harry had started crying in his sleep now Arabella was watching him. She didn't want to disturb him.

'What happened I don't understand. Why are you in Azkand? What is that?' Harry asked. Azkaban is a wizard prison. I was sent there because I wanted to avenge your parents' death. I found Peter in an alleyway. He started screaming that I betrayed Lily and James. And that is was my fault. It wasn't! I would never do that. Lily was like a sister and James was my brother. Closer than any related brother could be. Peter basted the street killing a ton of people around us. He then changed into a rat and scurried off. I was taken here with out a trial. All I could hear was Remus yelling at me for being a traitor, and should never have been called their friend. That's all there is to it now. I'm just here. Waiting to die. There's no way that I will be released... Harry interrupted him.

'That means you'll never come and rescue me. I'll never be able to live with anyone that loves me. I don't want to go back to my aunt and Uncle. I'm scarred of them.' Harry cried desperately.

Why... what are you afraid of? Sirius questioned.

'My... my uncle... he hits me... not just a smack... a punch or a kick... it hurts... All I get are Dudley's old things. There's nothing there that is something I can call mine.' Harry felt a tugging at the back of his mind.

What they hurt you... oh god Harry... I'm so so so sorry. I don't know what I can do. There's nothing I can do. I stuck here... Harry interrupted him again.

'Please you have to come... I know I'll be safe with you... You'll come and take me away and I'll never have to get hurt again by them. Just break out. There's a passageway. By the kitchens, by there where the drains out figure out a way to bend the bars they're really old. I know you can swim. Swim across the water and come to A Little Winning Surrey, number 14 private drive. I'll be waiting.' Harry abruptly woke up with a major head ace.

He glanced around realizing that he was still in the guest room at Mrs. Figgs house. It was bright out side. "Why good morning there Harry." Harry rolled over and looked up at Arabella smiling.

"Good morning." He got up and out of the bed only to jump back into it when he realized that he was only in his boxers. Arabella laughed. Harry's checks turned pink. "Um... where are my clothes?" Arabella got up retrieved the clothes from the bedside table next to the bed. She handed him his clothes to him and turned. Seconds later Harry was back in his clothes, which were now clean. "Do you ant some breaky?" Arabella laughed and nodded her head.

Down stairs in the kitchen Remus Lupin again in the dinning room. He was twitching slightly and jumped when Harry greeted him.

"Hello Moony." Remus twitched again.
"Hello Harry are you feeling better?" Harry nodded his head. He walked over to the cupboard. He got out a pan and walked over to the fridge and pulled out 4 eggs. Arabella took the spoon away from Harry as he started stirring the eggs.

"Harry dear sit down I'll make the breaky." Harry nodded and sat down at the table but got up instantly and tried to wash the dishes but was again stopped and was told to sit down again.

When Harry was finally served he had tried 6 more times to make himself useful. And was again and again shot down. He stared at his plate for a while as Remus and Arabella. "Harry aren't you going to eat?" Remus asked worriedly. Harry took a small bite of his toast and left in to sit.

Arabella leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear, "Harry if you don't eat I'll tell your aunt and uncle." Harry shifted his gaze back to his plate. He picked up his for and started eating. Arabella had forgotten all of what Harry had said.

"Well that's more like it Harry." Remus smiled. Harry only nodded. He couldn't talk anymore. They'd tell his Uncle. Harry shook as he ate. He didn't know why but he did. He should be mad at Remus. He had left his friend rot in a prison. He didn't like that man anymore. He was scarred of him. There was something dark in him. Though it wasn't his fault and Harry knew that but couldn't help feeling that way. He ate quickly and sat there. Before Arabella could stop him he washed all the dishes and dried them. Remus was shocked he at six could do all that in a matter of ten minutes.

There was a knock at the door and Arabella answered it. She walked back into the kitchen with Uncle Vernon following her. "Harry your Uncle's here to pick you up. Harry stood up from the chair put the dishes away where he could reach and walked up the stairs to get... nothing really just to save a few minutes to himself.

"Harry... Your Uncle is in a hurry. Will you come down here?" Remus yelled up the stairs. He noticed Vernon, who didn't notice who he was. Harry walked down the stairs thanking Arabella for her hospitality and smiled at Remus saying that he was glad to see him again. He walked out to the car with Vernon behind him.

Harry got into the back seat quickly. Uncle Vernon got in the front seat and drove off down the street. Back to Number 4 Privet Drive.

Little did Harry know that at that moment, Sirius was escaping out of Azkaban prison and swimming across the water towards Little Whinging, Surrey. To Harry. One thought in his head. What Harry had said. 'The Dursleys had hurt him.'