"Padfoot?" Sirius turned slowly to look at the little boy standing in front of him. Could this really be his Harry? His precious godson that he hadn't seen for nearly 6 years? It had to be him. From what Harry had told him this is what he looked like basically.

Padfoot couldn't see his eyes, for he was color blind as a dog. He crawled on his stomach not to scare the boy. Wagging his tail Padfoot licked Harry's hand. Harry giggled in return and hugged his godfather's Animagus form. Sirius whined happily as he felt Harry grab him around his neck. Finally after all that searching he had found him. Now he could take him away from the Durselys.

Sirius didn't have much time to dwell on it when some one grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and tried to pet him. Sirius backed away from the person and looked at him. It was a whale of a child... 'This must be Dudley.' Sirius barked and growled at the boy for a moment before another person grabbed his tail and dragged him away from Dudley and Harry. Yelping in pain the enormous black dog looked up at his attacker. It was a large man with beady little eyes... who was this man? Harry tried to run forward to Sirius but got back handed by the porky man. 'Ah his uncle...' Sirius realized and barked trying to get to his hurt godson.

A hard kick landed on his side sending Padfoot sliding. He didn't have a chance to catch his breath as he got kicked again. "Stay away from my son." Vernon Dursley yelled kicking the wounded dog once again, before turning grabbing his sons arm lightly and Harry by the scruff of his shirt and dragged the two off.

Sirius opened his eyes tiredly. 'How long have I been out?' He wondered and tried to stretch but stopped when he realized that he could breath when he did. 'Harry! Where's Harry? ยด Sirius' mind screamed and looked around. The now deserted park was dark. Working up his strength Sirius made his way to his feet. Harry had to wait a few days. He had to get a wand and some money to save Harry.

At Private drive things were not going well for Harry. His uncle was furious that he had led a stray dog over to his Dudley. Never stopping to notice that the small boy was no longer in the land of the conscious. Huffing Vernon knocked Harry's body into the wall, then proceeded to drag him into his cupboard. He had put more locks on the little door. It would take anyone a few minutes to open every lock. Smiling nastily the big man threw his scrawny little nephew into the cupboard and locked each of the locks and left to go to sleep upstairs.

Sirius Black escapee from Azkaban Wizard Prison shifted into his human form and broke into Ollivanders Wand shop and quickly walked straight into a wand pointed at his heart. Looking up at the man, Olivander himself Sirius tried not to show how terribly scared he was.

"Black." The old man spit out the name as if it was a dirty word. "What are you doing here? Explain fast because I can call for the authorities very quickly." Sirius nodded his head.

"I know what you're thinking. I didn't betray Lilly and James. I would never do that. I need a wand I'll pay you back I swear. There's some one I met a little while ago and he really needs my help and I can't do that if can't get a wand and some money. You have to believe me. Put me under Veritaserum I swear to you that I'm not lying." Sirius pleaded all but going on his knees and begging for the older wizard to believe him.

Olivander nodded his head slowly. He believed the man. How could he, he was his son for go sakes. The boy had trouble telling lies to him. He had been Sirius' favorite uncle. Though they weren't related he had loved Sirius as a son but was known as an uncle.

"I believe you Siri. I knew you were innocent." Nickolase Olivander sighed and lowered his wand and pulled the young man into a hug. A hug that Sirius immensely needed. "Now tell me my son who is this boy that needs your help?"

Sirius flopped onto one of the chairs and put a sound proofing charm on the door and made who ever happen to look into the window, at 1 am, seem as if it always did. Dark and quiet.

"Well you see uncle the person is Harry Potter." Nick spun around and stared at Sirius. "Now before you jump to conclusions let me explain. The relatives that he's staying with aren't treating him very well. He's hurt, they hit him. I have to get him out of there. God knows what's happening to him right now. You have to believe me.

Nick looked at the young man in front of him. He looked like hell. His face was pale and thin, he didn't look the 27 years he should have looked. He should have looked fit and happy, not like he did. "Siri you don't have too keep saying that I believe you and I will back you up on most of your judgments you have to make. Try this." He handed Sirius a wand and it didn't work.

"I really appreciate this you know. You don't understand what it was like in there." Sirius cried trying another wand. "Don't you have my old one? You said that you would fix mine 6 years ago." Nick stopped and looked at young man lounging in the chair in front of him. This was the Sirius he remembered not the same man that walked into the shop a little earlier.

"Oh god Sirius I missed you so much." The old man once again hugged his every thing but blood son. Sirius tensed at his touch but returned the hug full heatedly. "Yes I do believe that I have your wand." Nick walked into the far back and pushed many, many wands out of the way before pulling out a long dark brown one 11", pliable excellent for transfiguration and charms. It was almost an exact replica to James Potter's wand. "Yes here it is." Nick sighed and walked back out into the open with a wand box.

Sirius looked up at the man before him. He had really aged in the 5 years that he hadn't seen him. Once his long dark brown hair like his own was now thin and a lighter brown. His face once full and round, now thin and weary.

"Thank you." Sirius murmured grasping his wand tightly. He had felt so alone with out his wand. He couldn't believe that he had lived with out it. "Can I try some spells?" Sirius asked not looking up from his wand.

Nick chuckled he sounded like the little boy that had walked in nearly 17years ago. "Now Sirius you were saying that you had to go and get some money. That isn't a very wise idea. You could easily be caught by one of the goblins. Why don't you just borrow from me?" Nick offered cleaning his desk a little.

"I couldn't do that..."

"Nonsense." Nick cut him off. "It's the least I can do. I didn't try hard enough to get you out of that place." Sirius remained silent.

Shaking his head, tears trying to force there way out of his eyes. "You... you tried to get me out?" He barley whispered. Nick nodded his head retreating to the back and getting out a large bag of muggle money, and a flask of something that Sirius couldn't recognize.

"Yes I did. But enough with that here. This enough to last you a while. Don't go buying jokes or anything. And this," He held up the flask. "Is a months worth of the Polyjuice potion. With my hairs in it. I also tampered with it so that one cup with last 24 hours but only you can take it off early. And it will restore itself for you. I will stay at home the next few days for you to get your things in order and get your self and Harry away from here. Now off you go. Send me an owl or fire me if you get a chance." Nick herded his little boy to the door.

"Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me. I will pay you back soon." Sirius hugged his friend and mentor one last time before shifting back into his Animagus form and trotting out the door.

Back at the Dursley's residence Harry was let out of his cupboard. He stood in front of his uncle waiting for instructions. It was now early morning. "Boy your Aunt, Dudley and I will be going out all day. You had best be finish with this list of chores or so god help me your going to wish you had never been born." Vernon warned shoving Harry out of the way to get to the door.

Little Harry looked down at the list. It was huge: Weed the garden
Do the dishes
Clean Dudleys second bedroom
Trim the hedges

Polish every one of Vernon's Shoes

Clean all the bathrooms
Dust and wash the floor in the basement.

That would surely take all day. Harry looked at the list for a moment. 'Might as well get the easy stuff done.' Walking up stairs Harry started with Dudley's second bedroom. It wasn't that big but to a little boy it seemed huge.

The day flew by for Harry he did his chores really with out even thinking he was doing them. He was thinking about Sirius. That had to have been him in the park yesterday. It looked like him at least. It probably wasn't thinking about his rotten luck. It was probably a stray looking for a few table scrapes from him.

It was nearly 5:30 and he had just finished cutting the hedges. All he had to do was finish wedding the garden clean up and he was done and his uncle would leave him alone for the night.

Cleaning up as quickly as he could Harry tripped over his pants leg and launched the clippers he was holding into the Dursley's second car's window. Harry just stared at the window absolutely petrified about what his Uncle was going to do when he got home, and saw the window smashed in? Leaving the clippers there he hurried and to clean up the rest of what he had used that day.

An hour later Harry had a massive stomach ache. 'What's uncle Vernon going to do to me?' Harry paled as he heard his uncle's car pull into the drive. Pulling himself as far as he could in his little cupboard Harry held his breath. Maybe his relatives would just... forget about him.

No such luck for the young boy, he winced as he heard his Uncle yell out for him. Harry didn't move. You couldn't have bribed him with anything to make him move. The door slammed open. Harry started shaking his head pleading that some one would save him from his Uncle's wrath.

"Boy. If you're in this house get down here this instant!" Vernon yelled storming up to the cupboard under the stairs. He was about to pull the door open when he thought of something other than hitting the boy. He locked some of the locks on the door, he would scare the boy first. Then he would punish him.

Harry rocked back and forth as he heard the locks slide into place. Uncle Vernon wasn't a very patient man he would get bored of this type of torture for Harry. Sighing Harry waited it out for almost and hour and a half when the locks on the cupboard were unlocked. Harry stilled his movements and held his breath once again.

He had heard his Aunt and cousin go upstairs to bed. That only meant one thing for the frightened young boy. This was going to be very painful. Vernon's face appeared in the doorway. (BAN:Sorry travo your not going to like this...don't worry its not that bad!)

"Well boy. Would you like to explain what happened to the car window?" Vernon asked sweetly hauling the trembling boy out of his cupboard by his shirt. Harry nodded his head.

"I...I'm s...s...sorry...u...u... uncle... Veerrnnon." Harry stuttered. He was terrified he couldn't keep tears from running down his face. Last time Vernon and talked to him like that he had gone away with a broken arm. "I... I... d...didn't...mmmean to...I sw...swear."

Vernon smiled as he threw his nephew across his perfect living room. Harry sat up slowly shaking his head and looked up at his uncle in fear. Vernon kicked and hit Harry for a few minutes until Harry was saved by a knock on the door. Vernon left Harry lying in the living room. He had no intention whoever it was to let them in.

(ANI'm so excited what's going to happen! I can't leave you at a cliffy cause I'm so caught up!)

Sirius black looked up at the house he had stopped in front of. This was it. He had taken a little sip from his flask, only changing his appearance a little. He doubted these muggles would remember what he looked like. It was just enough that they would not be able to track him down.

Working up his nerve he knocked on the door. The house looked normal enough. Sirius didn't have to wait very long to have the door yanked open. "Hello Mr. Dursley. I was wondering if I could have a tour of your house. I know it's late but I absolutely love your house. I really would like to buy it. I am offering half a million pounds for it." Vernon didn't have a chance to object. Sirius just barged in looking around.

"Mr. Dursley I have from good authority that you are a very hard worker. I like that in a man. I'm starting my own business. It would be very worth your while. May I?" Sirius asked looking at the stairs. Again not waiting for an answer Sirius walked up the stairs peeking into each room, no sign of Harry.

Sirius felt his acting skills kick in as he talked quickly while looking around the house. Where was Harry? He wasn't up stairs and he didn't sense him under the stairs. Maybe he's in the kitchen.

"Mr. Dursley I can't say how absolutely wonderful this house was. I can't believe how perfect everything is with, two young boys living here? Both your sons?" Sirius watched Vernon closely to see what his reaction was about Harry being called his son. 'Yah right!'

"No. I'm sorry, Dudley is my son, Harry is my nephew." Vernon explained. "Sorry I didn't catch your name."

Holding out his hand Sirius walked into the living room before Vernon could stop him. He saw Harry huddled in the corner looking petrified. Vernon made a killing motion with his hands as Sirius turned around. "James Black. Padfoot if you will." Harry looked up at the name. It sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it, his head was spinning.

"Yes well back to the topic at hand I would love for you to work at my company. I don't have a name yet, but deals with abused children. I found out from you're your superiors that you are quiet a peoples person. There are many children that will be coming through there and they would all love to see you, I have a case right now actually that you might be able to help me with." Sirius went on watching in delight as Dursley paled in front of him and led him into the kitchen.

"Sure I would love to help you. I might not be able to, my job at Grunnings is going quiet well..." The beefy man began.

"Oh not to worry I will triple what they are paying you and add in longer vacations and much better benefits." Vernon nodded his head. "Well here's this case. This boy, he's around 15 now, and his relatives abuse him. He said that it has been going on a long time. He has a godfather who wants to take him away. He's scared to tell his Aunt, who does most of the beatings, about this godfather. Only because the god father is an escaped convict who was said to have murdered 13 people." Vernon nodded looking very serious. (No pun intended)

"Yes well I'm here to ask you what the aunt or uncle should do when the god father comes to collect the boy, and finds him beaten and hiding in a corner of there living room, terrified of what is going to happen." Sirius smiled evilly as he got up and pulled out his wand.

"I am that god father. The name is Sirius Black, and I'm here to collect revenge for my dog son Harry Potter."