Author's Note: For those of you who enjoyed the first installment, here's the second one (sorry, but don't expect a third for a while, I haven't even started it). Again, there will be references made to The Greatest Showman in this, but you can get by without having seen it. Enjoy!

Harry leant against a wall beside a closed door, his arms crossed. "No," a firm male voice said from within.

"But-" the snake charmer protested.

"You don't need to, Ebony, I know you what you're going to say, and the answer is no."

A high-pitched scream rent the air. Instantly, Harry spun in the direction of its origin, his feet flying towards it without thought. He ducked past a curtain into a training area, noting the girl clutching a trapeze swing with one hand in a split second. He charged further in, and launched himself onto the springboard, shooting into the air and grabbing hold of the neighbouring swing with both hands. As it began to move, he hooked his legs over it, getting into position. "Here!" he urged, holding his hands out to her. As his swing came close to hers, she released her grip and took his hands in both of hers. "I've got you," he promised as their momentum caused them to keep swinging.

"Thanks," she breathed, both aware of the scramble below them. "It's safe to let go now," she stated. "The net's in place."

He nodded and loosened his grip. She let go of his hands and dropped onto the waiting net. She deftly rolled off of it before he landed, and held it still as he scrambled off.

"Scarlet!" the man from earlier called. She flinched. "How many times do I need to say it?" he demanded and she ducked her head. "I don't care how many generations of acrobats you're descended from, you do not practise without a net, and never alone."

"Sorry Ringmaster," she breathed.

He gently raised her chin. "This," he stated, gesturing around them, "is why. I don't want any accidents." He looked at Harry and sighed, aware of Ebony close behind him. "All right, he can stay," he sighed. "But if the authorities catch you," he said to Harry sternly, "you stowed away without our knowledge."

"Yes Sir," he replied dutifully.

"Ebony-"

"I'll look after him," she interrupted.

"Hope you don't have a problem with snakes," he said with a grin before he left.

"Thanks again," Scarlet spoke, holding out his glasses.

"No problem," he replied, taking hold of them with a blink of surprise.

"Come on, better take you to see Doc first," Ebony said, putting an arm across his shoulders as she led him from the practise area.

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Harry looked around himself in wonder, no glasses on. "It's like magic," he breathed, voice filled with awe.

She chuckled softly. "Doc uses a mixture of old remedies and modern medicine, and as you've experienced, it's very effective."

"Yeah," he breathed and grinned. "I never thought I'd be able to see without glasses."

"And you also didn't realise you could see perfectly fine while you were saving Scarlet."

"One, I don't know when I lost them, and two, I didn't save her, I just helped her get a better grip until they could set up a safety net." She hummed doubtfully. "What's going on?" he asked as he noted the crowd of people gathered outside one of the tents.

"Let's go see," she spoke and led him toward the group.

"I want to see my godson," a familiar voice declared.

"Padfoot?" Harry breathed, then deftly slipped between people until he made it to the inner circle.

"Prongslet!" Sirius greeted with a warm smile and tugged the willing teen into a hug.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in a soft voice.

"Where else would I be?" he responded, grinning when his godson's eyes narrowed.

The Ringmaster sighed. "Come with me," he ordered and led the pair to his office. "No eavesdropping!" he declared and the crowd dispersed.

Once the trio were inside his office, he gently closed the door and settled on his chair, gesturing for the other two to sit. They did so. "We might not be from around here, but we have heard of you," he remarked casually.

"Would you believe me if I said I was framed?" the Animagus replied.

"Try me," he invited, settling comfortably in his chair, seemingly at ease.

"When my godson was only a baby, he and his parents were targeted by a psychopath. Their location was trusted to a friend of ours. When Harry's parents were murdered," he spoke with a gentle smile to the teen, "I knew who had betrayed them. Peter might not have landed the blow, but they were dead because of him. Instead of doing the wise thing, and going to the authorities with the truth, I went charging after Peter. In front of many witnesses, he made a big speech about me killing James and Lily, then blew up the street, killing over a dozen people. Then he cut off his little finger and disappeared, knowing he'd be counted as one of the victims, and I'd be arrested for murder."

The Ringmaster sighed. "I'm going to tell you the same thing I told your godson, if the authorities catch you, we had no idea you were here," he stated. Both brunets blinked. "P.T. Barnum," he spoke holding out his hand.

"Sirius Black," he replied, shaking his hand.

Their companion grinned. "P.T. Barnum?" Harry repeated.

"Not the P.T. Barnum obviously, he died over a century ago, but it's become a tradition for the Ringmaster to use the name P.T. Barnum."

"Stage name or birth name?" the teen asked curiously.

"At first stage, but then it started becoming actual. "Phillip Taylor," he stated. "But just call me P.T., everyone does."

"Except when they call you Ringmaster."

"Eh, that's only when I have to pull the Boss card. Apart from then, we're family, just like the original circus my forefather created."

"Is this circus-"

"Descended from the one he created?" he finished for the teen. "Yes Sir, it is. Many of my people are descended from his original acts."

"Wow," he breathed.

P.T. grinned. "Yeah. Well, off with you, get settled. I've got work to do," he stated, shooing the pair from his office.

Ebony was waiting outside for them. "You can stay with me too, if you want?" she offered as she led the pair from the Ringmaster's office.

"Please," Sirius replied with a warm smile.

"I hope you don't have a problem with snakes," she said with a grin.

"It's been my experience, that as long as you don't piss them off, you don't have any problems."

"Actual snakes Padfoot," Harry piped up.

"Well, it'd be the same for actual snakes. Unless you've got maneaters, snakes only attack if you provoke them."

She smiled wide. "I think we will get along well. I'll show you my rooms, just to make sure, then I'll take you to see Doc."