* Story suggested by: ShadowLady89! I was asked to write a crossover, and have it be slash, so here it is. :) *

For those of you confused about how Ron could stand in front of the fireplace to block Harry and Sirius, here's a short explanation:

Ron's leg is broken. They went straight to Dumbledore's office.

And, Hermione was supporting him, taking the weight off of his leg.

:) I hope that cleared that up.

Thank you to the 7 people who reviewed for the first chapter! Also, sorry this is short and late, but I just started college. Yay, me! Lol. Let's get this chapter started!

Chapter 2: Escaping!

Harry ran ahead of Sirius and the tired werewolf. He couldn't wait to get this over with. He hated the thought that his best friends could have betrayed him. He also couldn't believe that Dumbledore was manipulative enough to want Sirius and Remus to always be on the run. Harry's head was spinning with the information.

When the two men caught up, the three walked into Gringotts. All three were glamoured so that no one recognized them. Sirius spoke to the Goblin teller in a hushed voice, "We humbly request an audience with the Goblin in charge of the Potter accounts and the Goblin in charge of the Black accounts."

The Goblin looked at them warily, and demanded the presence of another Goblin. He spoke rapidly in Gobbledegook, before turning back to the three wizards. "Griphook will take you to the office of the Goblin in charge of the Potter accounts."

The three were led to an office, and Harry said, "Thank you, Griphook. How have you been these three years?"

Griphook stared at the young wizard. He knew they were all wearing glamours, but when the youngest asked that, Griphook knew who he was. "I've been good, Heir Potter. How did you remember one such as me?"

Harry smiled. "I remember you because you were the one to take me to my vault in first year. I didn't say anything before on our trip here because I didn't want to be recognized by the masses."

"Understandable," Griphook nodded. He continued, "I shall leave you here."

When Griphook left, the three wizards didn't have to wait long before another Goblin walked in. "Hello. I'm Ragnarok, in charge of the Potter accounts." He glared at each of the wizards. "Why should I let three strange wizards know anything about the Potter accounts?"

Harry spoke up. "I am Harry James Potter. Griphook will be able to verify it, or you can test my blood."

The Goblin sneered. "You can't be Heir Potter, because that's not his first name."

Everyone was shocked. "What?!" Harry exclaimed. "Everyone calls me Harry, nothing else."

Sirius spoke up, "James and Lily were thinking of naming you Hadrian, but Dumbledore said your Hogwarts letter said Harry James Potter so I assumed that they changed their minds."

Harry looked thoughtful. "So, my name is Hadrian James Potter." A light flashed, and a scroll appeared on Ragnarok's desk.

Ragnarok looked surprised for a moment, looking up at the young heir. Then he looked back at the scroll, picked it up, and opened it. Reading the first line, he said, "We don't have much time. Dumbledore will be here soon." He explained to them that by opening the scroll, an unknown spell had triggered. "It looks like several vaults have been stolen from, and some of that was valuable items like rare books and heirloom jewelry." He pressed a button on his desk, and spoke sharply to the responding Goblin. "I have just informed my colleague that we are retrieving everything stolen from your vaults and that if you wish, we will help you leave the country."

Harry, Sirius, and Remus looked at each other, and Harry smiled. Seeing his godson smile, Sirius turned to the Goblin. "Master Ragnarok, we wish it."

Remus asked, "Where would we go, though? Dumbledore will be able to track us down..."

Ragnarok smirked. "There is one place I can send you where no one will be able to track you down. However, there is a way of fighting much different from what you are used to. You'll still have your powers, but you'll also have what they call Chakra." He pulled a small scroll from his desk, and handed it over. "We don't have much on Chakra, or how to use it, but here you go. When you're ready, we'll send you along."

"Please have our money and other items ready to go with us," Harry politely requested. "It's not that we don't trust or respect you. It's just that we might never want to return."

Ragnarok nodded his understanding. "It will be done."

...

Three figures walked the unfamiliar land, following a path in the woods. The youngest, a boy of thirteen, wiped his brow. "We've been walking for ages!"

One of the older males laughed. "Pup, you need to work on your stamina." Although he was getting out of breath too.

"You're one to talk, Sirius," laughed Remus. Soon, they made it to a tall gate where two men sat guard. Remus stepped forward. "Hello," he said kindly. "We would like to see the Hokage, and see about living here in Konoha."