Sirius stared in shock at the little boy shaking in fear and anger in front of him. Did Harry like him that much to want to protect him? "Harry...Nick was only joking. He won't hurt you or me. This is his house." Sirius soothed crouching near the little boy.

Tear filled green eyes looked up at Sirius he felt his heart clench. 'I don't want anyone to hurt you.' Harry said mentally, and stepped back away from Sirius as he leaned foreword towards Harry, trying to pick him up before he stepped onto the glass that had shattered every where from his ice cream dish. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to drop something again...your mad at me..." Harry said quietly taking another step back into the glass. Sirius winced as Harry did. The little green eyed boy glanced back and forth between the two men, watching for any sudden movements, ready to run if he needed to. Even if it prolonged the punishment that, he would cause.

'Harry calm down. It's okay I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just gonna pick you up so you don't get any more glass on your feet all right?' Sirius asked. Harry slowly nodded his head walking at step forward, again both he and Sirius winced, though Harry didn't seem to mind as much as Sirius did.

Picking Harry up Sirius wondered; 'What had that sick bastard do to his poor god son?' Looking at Nick, he gestured to the mess, and the older man nodded his head.

Harry gripped Sirius' neck tightly. He liked this man a lot, he was the first person Harry could ever remember who had shown him kindness. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make that man mad." Harry murmured quietly as Sirius sat him down onto the couch.

Crouching in front of the boy, he took his little hands into his own. "Pronglet look at me. I'm not mad at you. It's okay, if you break something. I won't get mad. I can fic it easily. Don't' worry your not going to get into trouble or be punished. Don't worry Pronglet." Sirius said smiling warmly at his godson.

"Sirius!" Nick screamed from the kitchen. Harry jumped and ran for cover under a low table silently. "Sirius I have to go to the Ministry. I don't know when I'll be back. Watch the store with the polyjuice potion." Nick said hurriedly grasping something tight in his pocket. He quickly left the house.

"So Harry-" Sirius started turning to where Harry was supposed to be sitting. "Harry!" Sirius yelled panicked, where had the little boy gone?

Harry whimpered as Sirius yelled for him. He could make out what was in the mans voice, it was so foreign... it sounded worried. Sirius' face popped into view seconds latter.

"There you are. I have to heal you..." Sirius glanced at Harry's right foot, it was healed. Completely and utterly healed, not even a scratch remained. "Just come on Kido we can go get some Ice Cream now." Sirius held out his hand to the little boy, who grasped it weakly.

Stepping into the kitchen he grabbed the ice cream and retreated back into the living room with Harry in tow. "So Harry. What would you like to do today?" Sirius asked watching the boy devoured the ice cream quickly.

'Um... I don't know. I'm kinda tired... but I can still clean the room if you want.' Harry said telepathically to Sirius who looked shocked.

"Harry that can wait since you've finished your ice cream can you take off your shirt?" Harry looked scared at the request but he didn't want to make the man yell so he grudgingly took off his overly large shirt. 'Can I see your back?' Sirius asked cautiously.

Harry turned around for Sirius to see his back clearly. "Oh Harry..." Sirius said quietly picking up the healing salve. Putting some on his fingers, he spread it gently over the little boy's back. There were deep slashes on Harry's back from the magic that he kept performing, his boy was hurting himself. Get the power from the pain, which he unknowingly inflicted on himself.

"Harry you need to stop doing wandless magic." Harry jumped away as if shocked and shielded his face. "What did I say?"

Harry shook violently as Sirius told him to stop doing magic. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to...I made you mad. I did magic." He shuddered violently again and tried to hit his head on the side table next to him. Sirius snatched him out of harms way and held him in his arms.

"That's a good thing..." Sirius said quietly sitting down on the couch Harry in his arms.

The thin boy shook his head. "No... it's bad. Are you going to hit me for doing magic?" Harry asked timidly. Sirius felt Harry stiffed waiting for the pain.

"No it's a good thing for you to do magic just try not to. I want you to but its hurting you. That's not good." Sirius said quietly hugging the little boy. "It's really good that you're doing magic. You're just not strong enough at the moment. In a little while you'll be as good as knew then I can teach you how to do it properly." Harry glanced up at Sirius' face and was relieved that he had a big smile on.

Jumping Harry clung to Sirius tightly as the front door blew off its hinges. Sirius hurriedly jumped away from the front entrance.

Harry felt the cold of the dementors first do to his young age. Sirius then felt it and backed away from the door. Harry cried out as his worst times of his life flashed in front of him. The blows that he had gotten reappeared on his body. Sirius was stunned, he had never heard of this reaction to the Dementors.

Not caring if some one saw him Sirius bolted out of the living room running as fast as he could getting as far away from the people in the other room as he could. What had he done that would make them come to look for him here? Would it be better for him just to leave Harry here? Would he be safer? He didn't know the answer to any of those questions but he did know that, he was running out of places to run.

"Sirius Black. You are ordered by the Minister of Magic to come immediately to the Ministry." The man was some one Sirius would never forget it was the man who had sentenced him to prison with out a trail, it was Bartemius Crouch.

"Sirius?" Another voice took command. It was Nick. "Sirius come out here. They aren't here to hurt you." Nick tried calling the younger man forward. Sirius wouldn't go back in there.

'Nick!' Sirius' mind screamed. What had he done that would make Nick betray him, was he doing that bad a job of helping Harry that Nick called the Ministry? He felt his heartache at the thought of loosing the last person that cared about him.

"Shhh... Harry. It's going to be okay." At the moment Sirius didn't care if he was caught, closing the door quietly behind himself Sirius set Harry down in the bathtub then rummaged around the medicine cabinet looking for some more salve to help with Harry's wounds.

The hurt little boy whimpered as he was set down some place. He didn't understand what was happening. He was seeing himself back at the Dursley's; he was feeling the worst things that they had done to him. He sucked in his breath painfully as he heard some of his ribs crack. Shivering he looked at the door, some one was bagging on it.

"Sirius come out of there, I don't want to make you." Nick's voice drifted threw the closed bathroom door.

"I can't..." Sirius whimpered clutching his head, the affect of the dementors finally getting to him.

"Get those damn dementors out of here... NOW!" Nick yelled at some one on the other side of the door. Harry's vision was getting black around the edges. He was having trouble breathing, things were swimming in front of his eyes. The last thing Harry heard before darkness took him was the door of the bathroom being blown open.