Next chapter up. Chapters 3-4 are written but need to be edited. As always: I don't own it. Enjoy! I will try to update as often as possible. :)

Alyssa POV

A few mornings later, Alyssa was sitting around the breakfast table when Poe and Hedwig flew in through an open window. The flapping of wings startled Alyssa out of her thoughts and she nearly dropped her fork in her eggs. Landing softly beside Alyssa, Poe stuck his leg out with a scroll. She gave him an inquiring glance, but he just cocked his head at her. Setting down her fork, Alyssa untied the scroll and held up a link of sausage. Poe hooted merrily, nipped at it and flew off through the window.

She leaned back into her soft, yet upright chair and pushed aside her breakfast and palmed her wand. Casting a series of Detection charms over the unwrapped, yet mysterious scroll, it came up negative. Worrying her lower lip in her teeth, Alyssa unrolled the scroll, noting that it was from her former healer, Apollo Jaxson.

Alyssa (Lanier) Potter,

I am not sure what you are requesting about information pertaining to your magical core. When I pulled your file (at the beginning of your first summer here) I noticed, after re-reading, that there was indeed something amiss with your magical core along with your HMI levels. They were far too low-which was a cause for concern since you were already in school and had time for your core to grow. It states that you were sent to the infirmary a second time with a broken wrist. When I healed your wrist, I ran another diagnostic and the levels were still low.

I understand that you will be returning to Camp later this summer with your brother, who has been accepted. Will you please stop by the infirmary and we will discuss much further in person?

Sincerely,

Apollo Jaxson, Head Healer

Alyssa frowned at Healer Jaxson's inquiry about her medical records from the Auror Camp. She could tell by his words that he was quite puzzled about it. She knew that whatever he had done during her second trip, with her broken wrist, had left a crack on her blocked core. Frowning, Alyssa set the parchment aside and grabbed her cup of tea. Inhaling the citrusy smell of bergamot, she sipped the still hot tea and contemplated what he might tell her. Taking a glance at the note again, she sighed and rolled it back it up and stashed it away.

Ten minutes later, as she savored the silence, Harry unsteadily walked into the large, open dining room where Alyssa was still nibbling on her breakfast. He yawned, scratched his stomach and ungracefully plopped down into a chair across from her and reached for the tea. She arched an eyebrow at him, but said nothing and wondered where he learned such horrible table manners. After the first few sips of tea, he sighed as the caffeine began doing its job.

"Morning Harry…"

"Morning Alyssa."

"It's 8 am, why are you exhausted?" she inquired.

"Sirius and I were up last night talking." Dear sweet Merlin, what has that man told my brother?

"Uh-huh. Hopefully how to stay out of trouble?"

He gasped in mock anger, "You wound me, dear sister."

"Har-har...I'm sure," she muttered, turning back to her forgotten breakfast.

"So when do we leave?"

"We will be leaving on June 19th. Camp starts on the 20th…."

"How will we be getting there?" he asked, between forkfuls. At least he remembered to chew and swallow before talking.

"International portkey. We have to jump to Paris because of your blunder at school, then we will portkey to New York." She answered as she reached over for the Quibbler. Normally she detested The Daily Prophet for its lack of genuine journalism but found amusement in the Quibbler.

Before Harry could take another bite of his grilled tomatoes, the door swung open and revealed a very happy, but tired Sirius. "Good morning kids," he said, taking a seat across from them. Reaching around, he filled his plate up and reached for the only copy of the Daily Prophet.

"Morning Sirius," they replied in unison but returned back to their breakfast.

"So what are you two going to do on your first week of summer break?" Sirius asked, taking a forkful of syrupy pancake.

Alyssa looked toward her brother and shrugged. She hadn't the foggiest idea what kids did on summer break. By now, living with her mother, she would be neck deep in chores that were to be completed daily and weekly. Judging by her brother's face, she could tell he would be in a similar boat.

"Not sure, why?" she answered, setting her glass of juice down.

"Oh..." he shrugged shoulders, "just wondering. Remus is supposed to be here once he's done packing up his place. When do you two leave again?"

"June 19th," Harry answered this time. "And I won't be back till almost the end of August."

"You mean, we will miss your birthday?"

"Don't worry," Alyssa interrupted, looking around the room, "I have something planned when we return from America."

Both Sirius and Harry raised an eyebrow at her but said nothing. Finished with her breakfast, she watched as they returned to their own food. In between a bite, an owl screech interrupted them. Everyone paused and turned to look at the opened window, in swooped a nondescript owl and landed beside Harry. The owl stuck its leg out and Harry hurriedly removed the awaiting scroll. The impatient owl hooted and flew off at once.

Sirius watched as Harry scanned through his letter and sniggered knowing that it was most likely from Hermione. He could have teased him, but he decided against it seeing the blush that bloomed over his godson's face. Taking a glance at Alyssa, who had immersed herself into the Quibbler, didn't see what occurred.

"They're still looking for me…." he muttered to no one in particular, "Well..good luck there."

Alyssa looked down and realized her own breakfast finished. She grabbed her letter and The Daily Prophet and pushed her own chair in quietly. She pressed a kiss in her brother's unruly hair and walked out. Taking a left, she strolled through the house and toward what used to be Grandfather Potter's office.

She pushed opened the dark wooden doors and stood there for a moment and absorbed the room. It wasn't huge, but space isn't a problem. The dark wood contrasted with the white fireplace that wouldn't be used again until wintertime. There were shelves lined with books that probably held financial documents and lazy reading material.

A small table designed to be a desk sat in the middle of the room with a white comfortable chair behind it. There was a leather chair in the corner and a globe in the other. It had been updated severely since Daddy and Lily had lived here.

She took a seat in the white chair and flipped through the pages of The Prophet until she found the sports section on page 9. As her brown eyes scanned down the columns of news and sports-related articles, she learned that the World Cup was going to be on August 18th. It was decided between Bulgaria and Ireland. Fabulous.

"Tye!" she called, setting the paper down.

"Youz calls Miztress?" Tye asked, appearing in front of her. He was one of the few Potter elves that she adored.

"The World Cup is on August 18th, and I am wanting to go and take several people with me. Is there a way to gather tents and tickets without leaving the Manor?"

"Of course! Tye can purchase everything youz need!" his eyes lit up at the thought of doing something different. "How many tickets do youz need?"

She thought for a second and counted on her fingers. She knew that her brother, Hermione, Ron and she would want to go. She figured Neville would want to go as well, he seemed like a nice chap. Then there was Henry and Will. She was quite sure they would want to go and of course, the resident canines would be invited. There was a slight problem, Sirius would need a disguise.

"Let see…." she said, sitting back in her chair and playing with her hair, "we should need maybe ten tickets. I am planning on owling one and asking two more. I am quite sure that Remus and Sirius will want to travel with us."

She watched as Tye nodded at her, but waited for more information, "B-but Lord Blackie can't go out in public!" he cried, grabbing an ear.

It seems that the house-elves have taken a liking to our Uncle.

Alyssa frowned and nodded at him and pushed an errant strand of hair from her face, "Too true. However, can we pick up some pre-made polyjuice from an apothecary? Can we do that?"

"Tye can find some! It won't be cheap Miztress," he warned her, catching her eye.

"That's fine with me. Money isn't the issue."

He nodded his head, his large ears perking up slightly, "How many potions do we need?"

"Enough for three days. I hope that will be enough. I am fairly sure no one knows he is Animagus."

Just then, Poe arrived once again with more mail. Landing on the desk, he stuck out his foot and nodded his head at her. Caressing his feathers, she gave him a small smile and he flew off. Turning back to Tye, she gave him a larger smile, "If I think of more, I will call. Thank you, Tye."

"Yous is welcome Miztress," he replied, smiling brightly before popping out.

She unrolled the scroll and saw the Auror Corp logo and realized it was her final paperwork reminding her that she was to arrive at the Ministry June 22nd, for her testing. When she joined the Junior Academy Camp a few years ago, she wasn't aware that she would have to take a certification test here in Magical Britain to keep her credentials.

Harry POV

Once a light dinner was over, Harry offered to escort his newly minted uncle to his cottage. He learned that Remus was a quiet man who offered silence but when he opened his mouth, he was a vast wealth of knowledge. It was as if he was the calmer and more mature version of Sirius. As they wound their way through the well-worn pathway of the estate, Harry realized he hadn't the foggiest idea how to get to Remus's cottage.

"How are your plans for the summer months, Harry?" Remus asked him as they strolled along.

"They're good. I mean, it's going to be an eventful summer. I will be gone for most of the summer because of the Academy," Harry paused, looking up at Remus. "I am looking forward to it, but it's..."

"Intimidating?" Remus offered gently.

Harry nodded solemnly, his gaze fixed on the dirt pathway. "I feel like I have to live up to Alyssa's image. I know she went there and I am assuming that she did well there."

"But you're not Alyssa..." Remus pointed out, nudging his distressed nephew. "I can understand your fear of not living up to her image. It's like..."

"Like living up to my dad's image." Harry finished for him. Remus nodded sadly but managed to give his nephew a small smile.

Remus turned and looked down at the young man that reminded him, physically, of his lost friend. There were many similarities but Remus knew that's where it ended. When Harry had stepped into his train compartment, he never thought that he would be walking beside him at the Potter ancestral home. It amazing how things change by opening a compartment door.

Knowing how well Harry did in his class the previous year, Remus held no doubt that the young dark-haired wizard beside him would do well at the camp. "How do you think you'll fair this upcoming year?"

The young wizard turned to him, "Not sure. I mean, Defense will be a cakewalk but the rest of my classes will be up in the air."

"Oh, why's that?" Remus inquired, keeping his eyes on the pathway.

Harry heaved a sigh and shook his head, "It's not that I don't like to apply myself, but there's no way to compete with Hermione…"

"I don't think anyone can compete with Hermione…" Remus muttered dryly, earning a smirk from his nephew.

"But Ron will have a fit if I tend to my studies more than talk about Quidditch. I love the sport and all but it's not what I want to do when I finish school."

Remus frowned hearing that Harry kept himself from reaching his full potential just to keep a friendship. Friendships weren't built like that. He would know. He, James, and Sirius were all talented in their own way making them nearly unstoppable as Maurauders. Maybe he would speak with Sirius while the kids were gone for the summer.

It wasn't as if he had anything better to do. He had lost his job due to the unfortunate circumstances of a full moon and his severe lack of reminding himself to take the Wolfsbane potion. He nearly killed Severus in the process-a thought that made the wolf in him howl in delight, but the wizard in him frown at the thought of murdering someone.

After fighting with Sirius for days about moving into Potter Manor, he realized that he sorely missed his best friend. He missed the company of other like-minded individuals. Of course, Sirius was far from scholarly but he was family and could be as vicious as a Death Eater when one of his family was threatened.

A few minutes later, they approached another round cottage, similar to Sirius's, and Harry led his uncle up the two-step stairs and pushed the door open. Inside was bare but Harry knew it was the same setup. He stood back and watched as Remus wandered throughout the small, but a quaint cottage.

Rocking himself on the balls of his heels, he wondered if he could commission one of these cottages when he graduated Hogwarts. Though, he knew, by the time he graduated, he would take over his role as Lord Potter. Alyssa would step down as his Regent. Becoming Lord Potter was far more nerve-wracking than kissing Hermione for the first time.

"Well, everything seems to be in order," Remus said, stepping out of the master bedroom.

"That's good," Harry quipped, "Will you be joining everyone at the Manor for dinner? Sirius does."

"I'd like that," Remus said, shooing Harry out of the cottage.

Remus watched as his young nephew bounded back down the worn path that they had just taken. He smiled and for the first time in a very long time, it was a real smile. Maybe things would start looking up for the downtrodden werewolf.

After leaving Remus to his newly acquired cottage, Harry leisurely walked back toward the Manor and enjoyed being outside. He wondered how much of his upcoming classes would be outside. He highly doubted there would be Quidditch matches involved, but he wondered if he would still be able to fly. His feet led him slowly back to the Manor and back inside the cooler atmosphere, he sighed shaking off the heat.

NOt in the mood to bother Sirius or Alyssa, he stomped up the main stairs and up to his room. Closing the door a minute later, his eyes surveyed the room and saw the large stack of parchment and books sitting on his desk. On top was the notebook that Alyssa had gotten him, Hermione, and Ron a few weeks ago.

Grabbing it, he opened the journal and flipped through the pages seeing them all blank. Harry wondered why on Earth Hermione would write to him by owl post instead of using this? Flipping the book over, he shrugged and grabbed a quill. Dipping the tip into the now opened inkpot, he put quill to parchment and wrote Hermione's name to indicate he wanted to talk to her.

When nothing happened, Harry growled in frustration and set the quill down. How did Alyssa say she got hers to work? Harry pondered for a minute before remembering that he needed blood to activate it. Reaching for his wand, he cut his pointer finger and held it over the opened journal.

Harry watched as the blood fell from his finger and splash onto the brown parchment. The bright red blot disappeared within a second. He hadn't a clue how to heal his finger magically, but raced into the adjoining bathroom to bandage it. When he returned to his desk, he noticed that there were several paragraphs from Hermione and one short one from Ron.

His friends had been writing him this entire time and in his own defense had forgotten about the journal until now. Fury and embarrassment flooded his face when he read over each of the notes that were sent to him. He began with Ron's first whose notes seemed to be much shorter than Hermione's.

Harry mate! Isn't this journal thingie great? I know school hasn't been out but for a couple of days, but how's your summer? Has to be loads better than living with those muggles! Write back.

Ron

(The second note went like this…)

Harry! What gives? Normally you always write back. Is that sister of yours keeping you from talking to your best mate? Let me know and I can spring you if you need it.

Ron

(And the third…)

Harry! Seriously mate, what gives this time? Still nothing from you. Getting a tad worried over there. I have half a mind to send your sister a howler and tell her to release you to the Burrow. Where have you been? Mum is going spare that you haven't written back….

Ron.

As he read, he could tell that Ron's panic grew to unstoppable proportions. In his last note, Ron had demanded that Harry write back before Ron left the Burrow and hunted him down. Quite frankly, Harry didn't want Ron on his doorstep screaming at him for being negligent. Grabbing a quill, he dipped it in the ink pot before writing back. Telling Ron that he was fine and had forgotten about the journal until now.

(Harry's reply…)

Ron, I'm fine. I just now found my journal and activated it. I have been busy getting used to living without the Dursely's. I swear I am fine and alive.

Harry.

A few minutes passed when messy handwriting appeared and unluckily for Harry, it wasn't pleasant. He must have told his mum about the journal because it was full of capital letters and held a reprimanding tone about it. She went so far as to tell Dumbledore what happened. Incensed, Harry slammed the journal closed unwilling to read any more of her ranting.

(And lastly from Molly….)

HARRY POTTER! Have you no shame? Ron and the rest of us are worried sick that you're being held captive with that sister of yours along with who knows who in that Manor! I have contacted Dumbledore about this irresponsible behavior.

Molly.

Then he remembered, Hermione! Flipping it back open, he began the process all over again and read all of her letters. Unlike Ron, she had decided that Harry had been quite careless about adding his blood to the journal to speak to them. So, she wrote an owl. At least she didn't scream at him through a journal.

(Hermione's first note…)

Harry! This is the coolest thing ever. Ron has been bugging me constantly about having me help him with his homework through this. Even threatening to use it during class! The nerve of him! I hope your summer has started well and I already miss you...

Hermione.

(Her second…)

You haven't written me back Harry and this worries me. I understand you're probably settling in and trying to realize what it's like to NOT live with those horrible Dursleys, but really? You could send an owl….

Hermione

(And lastly…)

So, I have figured it out...you haven't activated the journal. I know this because Ron says you haven't written him back either. This is careless of you Harry. I am sending you an owl this time and when you reply back it better be in the journal. I miss you, Harry.

Hermione.

(Harry's reply…)

Hermione, I am so sorry! There have been a few things go on and Remus showed up to live here. When I came back from his cottage, I found the journal sitting on my stack of school books, (no, I haven't started my homework yet) and realized I haven't activated it. The Weasely's are going "spare" in Ron's words that I haven't written back. They threatened to retrieve me from here and Mrs. Weasley complained to Dumbledore about this.

Not like I needed him to know…..

I miss you too Hermione. It might be sappy to say, but I am counting down the days when we can see each other again.

Harry.

Writing her back, he felt immense relief knowing that his own girlfriend wasn't angry with him. He could take Ron's anger any day but having Hermione angry with him left him feeling perturbed. When she responded, it was clear that he blundered, but she was happy that he finally got his working. They spent a few minutes writing back and forth about their summer and how they were going to miss each other, but couldn't wait till the end of the summer when they would reunite.

Harry had to let her know that the Potter library was huge and there were plenty of rooms to sneak off too. His main concern was being caught by Ron and his reaction to his best friends dating. Even after speaking to Sirius about it, Harry had his doubts. In the back of his mind, he knew this was going to blow up in his face.

When a house-elf popped into his room, startling the young wizard, he rolled his eyes at himself after the house-elf told him that dinner was ready. Harry turned back to the journal and wished Hermione a good evening. He closed the book a minute later seeing hearts splash across the page.

He pushed his chair in and exited his room to quickly make his way down the flight of stairs and into the main floor of the house. Harry heard something that was quite foreign to him, laughter. The laughter floated from the dining room where he could hear his Godfather tell a story about his and Remus's younger days.

Taking a seat a few minutes later, the family dug in and the only sounds followed were the sounds of silence as everyone ate.

The next morning, after he wrote in his journal to Hermione, Harry traipsed down the stairs. His growling stomach leading him to the dining room where he could smell the beautiful aroma of breakfast. After spending his first week here, he was finally getting used to not being up before the sun rose to make breakfast for the Dursleys.

It wasn't as if the house-elves would let him step into the kitchen to grab a glass of milk if he wanted it. He tried one night and had the life startled out of him when a very tired and cranky house-elf berated him until he caved and left the kitchen.

He pulled a chair out across from his sister, who was immersed in a book and started piling food onto his plate. Since school let out, and that he was able to eat whatever, Harry was starting to eat like Ron. Everything in sight as it were. Though, he had better manners. Within a few minutes, two sets of feet quickly stomped into the dining room. Both Sirius and Remus were talking merrily and shoving each other. Harry noted that they seemed younger when they were around each other.

Sirius plopped ungracefully in a seat and proceeded to load his own plate with food. Before he took a bite, he surveyed the room. Harry, like himself, had loaded his plate with food. Remus, with his penchant for raw food, was heartily digging into a rare steak and eggs for breakfast. Alyssa, who was still buried in her book, ate the least of all of them. When he asked, she simply told him that British food was far too rich for her Americanized diet.

As they sat around and ate breakfast, albeit a quiet one, Sirius realized this was his family. Sure, none of them were truly related with the exception of the kids, but it was family. After over a decade in Azkaban, he finally looked forward to his future. Today, once breakfast was done, he was going to inquire about getting a Quidditch Pitch installed on the grounds.

It would be a fantastic birthday present for Harry as well as a chance to play a pickup game with the rest of the family. That is if Alyssa flew. Later that summer, the house would have two extra teens added to their merriment. Thinking back to his conversation with his godson, he hoped that Ron would be mature about his friends dating and hiding the fact until the end of summer.

Remus, on the other hand, had no such qualms about his life at the moment. For the first time, he wasn't worried about what the day would bring. That he didn't have to stress about money or his living arrangements. He still needed to speak to Sirius about his place here but for right now, he was content to treat this as a vacation.

A vacation the werewolf sorely needed.

Now that he was unemployed, he needed something to do once the euphoria of not working wore off. Cutting into his steak, he suppressed a moan once the flavor of the rare steak touched his senses. He had to hand it to the house-elves; they knew how to cut steak for a man/wolf. When it was time for the full moon, Remus knew that he had two hundred acres to run about. Adding to that freedom, was a ward that would keep him from escaping elsewhere.

No more being locked away in a cell for the night. One of the incentives that Alyssa offered was unlimited Wolfsbane for him. He was quite amazed that she had been able to brew it correctly the first time for her Potions N.E.W.T.S examination. He thought about Harry, who was going to be away from this summer, and knew that whatever the camp threw at his nephew, he would come out on top.

He knew that his nephew was worried that he was going to be buried under Alyssa's achievements but until he arrived at the camp, he knew Harry had no way of knowing what she had done. He took another bite of his steak and realized that things were simply good right now.

Harry reached toward the honey when the owls swooped in from the opened bay window. He noted that it was Poe and a non-descript owl that settled on the table. The non-descript owl landed right beside him and eyed him with tired eyes. It dropped the package that it was carrying in its mouth on the table as Harry handed him a slice of bacon and a glass of water.

The owl hooted in thanks and turned away to eat.

Setting his half uneaten plate to the side, Harry pulled the twine from the package and watched as it grew larger before him. This action stopped everyone from eating and watch the scene unfold. Once the package was to its original size, Harry ripped into the package to find….clothes?

Setting the pile of clothes on the table, Harry pushed his chair back and stood up. Reaching for the first item on the pile, he pulled a pair of black multi-pocket pants. Hovering them over his body, he realized they were a bit longer than his frame. Setting them aside, he had another pair in khaki color. There were several shirts varying from black, white, and navy.

"What in the world?" Harry muttered, looking at his family.

Alyssa snickered, "Those are your camp uniforms. We will need to pick up a pair of dragonhide boots, gloves, and a wand holster before you leave."

"Those are uniforms?" Sirius asked raising an eyebrow and surveying the clothes.

Alyssa nodded at them, "They are. Everyone wears something similar. The camp is actually based off Muggle military boot camps."

"They're too big, Alyssa," Harry complained to his sister.

"They have an in-built automatic size charm on them. Once you put them on, they'll resize."

"There's a lot of pockets…."

"Those are good to hold potions or magical bandages. You'll learn all about it. I promise."

Harry nodded and folded the pants back up and picked the entire pile of clothes up. Now that he had his uniform, things started to seem real to him. Leaving the room, with his forgotten breakfast, he rushed up the stairs to try on the clothes. Safely inside, where no one would see him, Harry quickly stripped to try on the first outfit.

The plain black shirt and cargo pants instantly sized to his frame. He didn't feel like trying on the rest because he figured they would do the same. Stripping out of his clothes, he tossed them in the basket to be washed. Another thing he was happy for. The lack of chores.

Taking a seat, he opened the journal again realizing that there was something different about it. Inside there was a note from the Headmaster. Grimacing, Harry decided to read it first before he would give it to Alyssa and Sirius.

Dear Mr. Potter,

This is a wonderful invention! I hope that you will tell me who invented it. I received a distressing letter from Molly once it was revealed that you were not in contact with Ronald the past week. She wishes that you come to the Burrow this year since you have refused to go back to your relatives. I will stress that it IS important that you go back for a while. As your Headmaster, I strongly urge you to reconsider going back to your relatives, even if it is for a week. I will be contacting your sister about your imminent invitation to the Burrow at the end of the summer, as per normal.

When you arrive back at Hogwarts for the 1st, I expect to see you in my office.

Headmaster Dumbledore

Fuming at the Headmaster's insinuation that he should go back to the Dursleys, Harry nearly ripped the page out before remembering to let Alyssa and Sirius read it. Grabbing the notebook, he refrained from reading Hermione's note and headed out the door. Finding Alyssa in the library, he noted she was standing in front of a shelf of books staring at it. Maybe she was reading the titles.

"Hey! Where's Sirius?" Harry asked, coming into the room.

He smirked startling his sister, "Not a clue, why?"

"There's something you two need to read…" Harry said, slamming his journal on the large oval table centered in the middle of the room.

"Have your house-elf grab him," she said, eyeing the notebook.

"Dobby!" Harry called and waited for the subtle pop of a house-elf arrival.

"Master Harry Potter sir! How can Dobby be helping you?" the small elf cried, tugging on his ears as his smile widened.

Crouching down to Dobby's level, Harry stared at the hyper house-elf for a second, "I need you to find Sirius and bring him here, please?"

Nodding his head enthusiastically, "Oh yes! Dobby can be doing that for the great Harry Potter. I be right back with paddy."

With a snap of his fingers, Dobby disappeared and Harry turned his sister, who was still eyeing the journal suspiciously. Seconds later, Sirius and Dobby appeared in the library. Giving Dobby a nod of thanks, Dobby smiled big and disappeared.

"All right, why am I here?" Sirius asked, leaning against the nearest couch.

"This…" Harry picked up the journal and opened it to the page of Dumbledore's message. Handing to Alyssa, she read it quickly and chucked it to Sirius who read it as well. Apparently, reading facial expressions was not one of his gifts because he couldn't tell if Alyssa or Sirius were angry.

"Well…" Harry pressed.

"That fool," Alyssa spat, crossing her arms.

"As your Headmaster…" Sirius mocked, his lips thinning tightly. "What's so important that you must go back to your relatives?" he paused and looked up at his godson, "Who are your relatives?"

"Vernon and Petunia Dursley." Harry and Alyssa said in unison.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me?" Sirius stood and started pacing the room. "Petunia Dursley? Lily's muggle sister?" He scoffed, feeling the anger threatening to burst through, "She hates anything with magic!"

"You aren't telling me anything I don't already know…" Harry murmured, looking down at the cherry oak table. In the middle, he saw the Potter crest carved into the wood.

Sirius turned to Alyssa fuming, "How long have you known?"

"Since the beginning of the school year."

"And you haven't told me?"

"Oh!" Alyssa shot back, "What were you going to do Sirius Black? Hmm?" she motioned for him to answer. "Burn their house down? Torture them a little? You tell me!"

"I would have done something!" he countered, his silver eyes shining brightly. Breaking his glare from his goddaughter, Sirius turned to Harry, "How long were you there?"

"Since the night mum and dad died."

"How did you…." he paused, the answer showing on his face, the anger evident in his voice, "Dumbledore."

"So yea, this is what's going on. I just can't believe Ron would let him use the journal…" Harry sighed, raising his head to look at his family.

"Well, now we know it's been compromised. Now Dumbledore has a way to get ahold of you...Or at least the semblance of getting ahold of you." Alyssa said as Sirius nodded his head.

"What do we do?" Harry asked, unsure of what to do.

"Nothing. I am sure I will have some sort of letter arriving shortly…." Alyssa sighed and rolled her eyes.

"And I will handle it." Sirius offered.

"How?"

"I'll read it and let you scream at it before we pen back an owl," Sirius said cheekily.

The clock in the library chimed a new hour. "I need things from Diagon Alley and Muggle London, Alyssa." Harry pressed.

"Right...we'll leave in," he watched as she checked her watch. "Fifteen minutes?"

Harry nodded and grabbed the journal from the table and exited the library. Heading back toward his room, he deposited the journal on his desk and slipped on his trainers. Closing the door behind him, he hurried down the flight of stairs where Alyssa was waiting for him with a portkey.

Hours later, the two teens returned back to the Manor to the wonderful smells of dinner. Hauling his bag over his shoulder, no one would have noticed the Featherlight charm on the bag. The bag was crammed with boots, gloves, wand holster, several bits of Muggle items he might possibly need, a rucksack, and a book or two about American Aurors.

Setting everything down, Harry began to remove everything from the bag and began the tedious process of packing. Once everything was shrunken down and packed away, Harry sat on his bed and realized that in a few short weeks, he would be using these things.

And that thought filled him with hope.