Rating: T, more so than the last chapter.

Thank you for reviewing! I really appreciate it!

Thank you for reminding me, I forgot to mention this. Sirius raises Harry instead of going to Azkaban (yeah, that's probably a big point I should have made... cheesy grin), but now you know. This also made me realize that background information is probably necessary (you know when stuff makes sense to you and only you? Yeah, I had one of those moments). So in a later chapter, you'll probably see some explanations.

Like I said, all of these stories are pretty much unrelated, you can have one without the other, but if you liked the last one and would like to hear more of it (or more of any of these chapters), I could whip up a sequel chapter.

Well, this isn't MY life story, it's HARRY'S…so, I'm gonna stop talking now :D

This next one is (Harry's a bit younger in this and it's a bit odd):

II- Let Me Introduce You to Love

A loud sigh.

"Harry, what's wrong?" What could possibly be wrong with a healthy six year old boy in a clean park on a nice summer's day? There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and no troubles that Sirius could conclude to cause the gloomy look upon his godson's face.

Another loud sigh, this time longer.
"Why don't you go play with the other boys?" asked Sirius gently. "Look, they're over by that tree."

"I can't Sirius!" And the boy said this very firmly, shaking his head very quickly from side to side to emphasize his answer. "There's a girl there."

"So?" Sirius let a faint smile slip to his face. The naivety of childhood. How that opinion would change in ten years! "Why can't you play with them all?"
"She won't let me," and Harry folded his arms tightly across his chest, a disgruntled 'hmph!' echoing from his lips. "I told her to leave and she made me leave!"

"Did she now!" and Sirius said this in pretended amazement. "Why did you let her make you leave?"

The boy's nose twitched. "She said she'd slug me."

The man raised a brow and replied, in the same feigned surprise, "You're not going to run away, are you? They're your friends as much as hers."

"I'll kick her!" concluded Harry.

"No…" Sirius shook his head. "Let's try the non-violent approach to this. You say 'I don't care. I'm staying.' She's probably bluffing. If she tries to pop you in the nose, well, come back to me. I'll find her mum."

Harry took this advice with confidence, and thrusting his little nose up into the air, he bounded in a fast run toward the tree under which his comrades and the enemy were playing; only, he didn't see the enemy.

His heart sang with delight at this and he joined his friends in their game.

"We're knights," one said brightly, leaning against the tree trunk with ease. "Charlie's a dragon. You can be a knight too!"

"Not so fast!" came a voice from a branch above them. "I am the queen and I say he can't play."

"Why not?" challenged Harry bravely. "Why can't I play?"

"Because I say so!" and she slid down the trunk with as little grace as possible, landing on her palms. "And I'm the queen!"

"Aw," argued Charlie. "Can't we let him play just this once?"

"No!" the little girl stamped her foot. "Do you want your head cut off?" Here, she shook her little queenly fist at him.

"Then I'm food for the dragon!" Here, Harry fell to the ground, and Charlie pretended to eat him ravenously. The boy's strange, creature-like behavior set him up to be a great politician later in his life.

Tom, the first boy who had spoken when Harry had approached them, brandished a stick and charged at Charlie. "Let the boy go, Dragon! ARGH!"

The boys began to have so much fun together that they forgot the girl, Elisabeth, was there waiting. This caused Elisabeth great pain in her royal feelings and she sat down underneath the great bows of the tree and cried. She had lost the battle.

Harry, sensing her vulnerability, turned to her and replied, "I'm the king now and I don't need a queen." The girl turned, hid her eyes, and dashed away. It was harsh, but, Harry found himself thinking it was fitting.

"Greg! Greg!" A woman's voice called across the little field. "It's time to leave!" The little boy who was the next planned feast for the ruthless dragon waved goodbye and left.

The sun was going down fast above the trees, and Harry, who currently now sat in Elisabeth's tree, was called home next. Trotting alongside Sirius on the little trail to home at a quick and lively pace, the man asked, "How did it go? I see you're smiling."

"I just played and she got mad and then I told her to go away again," Harry answered smugly, despite the fact that his little summary had made no sense to Sirius whatsoever. "Girls really are stupid."

"Harry," reproached the man very mildly, yet with amusement. "I don't think so."

"Well, why not?" asked the boy. "All they do is cry and yell."
Nice observation, Sirius thought sarcastically. "Well, I once knew this girl Jessica-" Suddenly Sirius paused. Or was it Brenda? No, it couldn't have been. Brenda was the one with the skull and crossbones tattoo, and Jessica was the one who had that job at the bookshop- "Well, the point is, she was very smart. Went to Oxford."

"Wow," responded Harry, completely unaware of the fact that Sirius was mentally scolding himself.

Do I sleep with that many girls that I can't remember their names? What kind of an example is that for Harry when he gets older?

"Can we come back tomorrow?" the boy asked eagerly. "Everyone else is."

Sirius gave a bright, but distracted smile, "Of course, kid." Come to think of it, the one who went to Oxford was Sarah.

There she was again, seated under the tree, picking dainty flowers. She was no longer tearful, but had an expression of bliss upon her little mouth. When she saw Harry approach the tree, she stood to her feet. The whole band of his friends was behind him, running loosely around while becoming elephants and lions. Harry gave a great roar and stopped abruptly in front of his little crowd.

"Harry," said Charlie brightly, "I'd like some ice cream. Can we go get some ice cream?"

"You mean, hunters!" Harry winked slightly, seating himself in the shade. "I want some too."

"Hmph!" came the high, squeaky voice.

The four boys turned to find her there, stiff and ruffled by their presence.

"What are you still doing here?" asked Harry huffily.

"Yeah," added Greg. "We told you to get lost." Harry responded to Greg by stomping on the flowers that Elisabeth had picked. It was cruel, and he knew it, but Elisabeth had been saying cruel things to him for several days by now. Didn't she deserve it?

This was too much for the girl. Taking in a huge breath, she leaked tears and sprung at him. Soon they were rolling down the little hill toward the path. Charlie, Tom and Greg stood at the top, watching them with amazement. It was not a violent brawl at all, in fact, after a while, the two ceased their pillow-like blows upon each other and just, well, rolled.

"Elisabeth!" shouted a voice very worriedly and the next thing Harry knew, he had just been thrown out of the fight and onto the ground and was being screamed at by a woman he'd never seen before in his life.

"Momma, stop it!" begged Elisabeth.

"I ought to-!" The woman raised her hand to strike him, but found that her wrist was caught midair.

"Excuse me!" stated Sirius very sharply. "What the hell are you-"

"This little brat just attacked my daughter!" She was a stringy old hag, with dark, grisly hair and a nose that crooked its way around her face like a snake. Her pallid complexion and terrifyingly hard eyes reminded Sirius somewhat of his own mother. He'd be especially damned if he'd let his own mother strike Harry.

"Why don't we solve this problem the civilized way that people handle problems, by talking this over?" Sirius was speaking through clenched teeth by now. This woman was irrational. Controlling himself as best as possible, he led her across the little dirt path to a bench.

"Now, you little rogue," the woman said to Harry. "If you so much as touch my daughter- I wish I had a good sized switch-"

"I believe this is my jurisdiction," interrupted Sirius. "He's not your son and I don't need your input on how he's to be raised. Harry, Elisabeth, is it? Why don't you two sit down over there quietly while we talk this over?"

Harry and Elisabeth glared daggers, as two children should never have to, and sat across from each other on the side of the hill across the path, the one they had rolled down in their passion. Neither were injured other than in their feelings. Well, except for one nasty cut on Harry's arm where he had come down on a thorn.

When Elisabeth noticed the boy rubbing his arm profusely, she was the first to speak. "I-I'm sorry for hitting you." She was genuine.

"Me too," Harry answered quietly, but true. "For hitting you. You know, you hit good for a girl."

"Oh?" Elisabeth replied, her eyes tracing him with a frown. "Thank you. You hit good for a boy. I'm sorry for not letting you play with us."

"Me too," repeated the boy. "For not letting you play."

There was an awkward silence between the two, yet necessary. The two enemies had become friends.

"I like you Elisabeth," said Harry, although both of them were too young to realize that the reason they fought in the first place was because of that.

"I like you two, Harry," and she took his hand. Standing to their feet, they approached the two bickering adults on the bench.

Sirius found this as his cue to cut the woman off again, and standing to his feet, he muttered a curse under his breath at her and said, "Harry, we're leaving."

"Can we get ice cream?" asked the boy.

"How about a good spanking?" replied the woman and Sirius clenched his fists. "Come Elisabeth, we're leaving too. Wouldn't want that little dress of yours to get anymore ruined by this filth." Here she glared at the boy and his godfather.

"Can I come back tomorrow?" she begged.

"No, no, no, no, no! Most certainly not! You will never see him again, don't worry!" The woman threw her nose up into the air and started to lead the girl away by the shoulder.

"Wait!" called Harry, and with her hand still in his, he pecked her a kiss on the cheek.

This outraged the mother even more than she already had been and if it had not been for Sirius's interference again, she would have struck the boy on the spot. At this, she left.

Sirius and Harry were alone again, standing by the park bench, and Harry gave another long sigh. "Sirius, are you mad at me?" There were tears welling in his eyes.

"Of course not," and the man straightened his collar with a proud air. "You've learned a valuable lesson today all by yourself."

The boy cried and rubbed his eyes. "Never fall in love?"

At this, Sirius had to choke to hide his laughter, "Oh, there will be others, kid, there were be others. Don't you worry."

"Sirius?"

"Hm?"
The boy wiped away his tears. "Can we get ice cream?"

The man broke into a broad grin and replied, "Yes." I wish I could get over love that fast.

((I hope you enjoyed this! I have never really written something with Harry interacting with other children, especially muggle children, before. Feedback is wanted. Please review!))