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The Lost Son

Chapter 2 – A new home

By Jamnaz79

Notice: I do not own Harry Potter or any rights to it. I do not claim to any ownership, profits or money. This is just written for the hell of it and to get it out of my mind.

Sirius could feel the wards reacting around him, revoking his permission to be in the estate that was where he practically grew up. He took the scroll and met the gaze of James. "Goodbye Prongs. You will come to regret what you did to Harry."

A crack and burst of light filled the room as Sirius was physically flung from the House and ward system. When the light faded James walked over to his unconscious wife debating if he should tell her of what took place. He knelt down to wake her and let out a sigh. In a few times he lost his son and now his best friend. He couldn't help but wonder if he had a made a huge mistake.

The loud bang of a knock rattled through the Dursley Household. The fact that it was the middle of the night caused the knock to seem even louder. The fact that the knock was followed by a second, third, and multiple others repeatedly banging against the door, would wake even the stoutest of sleepers.

So it was not a surprise when Petunia and Vernon Dursley came downstairs to the door in a horrible temper. The pair was ready to give a piece of their mind to whoever was waking them at this god awful hour. The doo was flung open by a meaty hand of Mr. Dursley only for the man to begin his verbal diarrhea t the offending person. Before Vernon allowed his words to slip from his mouth a long thin black piece of wood found itself pointed at the man's face level with the eye of Vernon. It was amazing how quickly the man lost his voice, the rage building up seemed to settle for a brief moment.

It was not the piece of wood though that was truly scary; it was the red glow that surrounded the tip. A harsh whisper came from the fire dressed in all black. The dark dressed man appeared in his mid-twenties with a goatee and curled hair down his shoulders. A pair of pale grey eyes that held a bit of insanity and rage in them stared hard into the eyes of the Dursley couple. His voice caused a shiver to run up the spines of the two muggles, it was a voice fit for an insane man. A man that would go to any lengths to get what he wanted. He only asked a simple question, "Where is my godson?"

The two muggle stood there in surprise at the bitter anger coming off of the voice of the man. The rage filled eyes of the man stared at them causing a loosening of their bowels. The chubby whale of a man recovered first as he barked out with phlegm falling from his lips, "They said they didn't want him. He isn't like your kind anymore."

The dark dressed man took a step forward, his overcoat falling open to show a rapier actually attached to his hip glistening in the light. His pale grey eyes took on a wicked gleam as he whispered again the question, "Where is my godson?"

"We…" Vernon started to speak but stopped his words as a banging was heard from the small cupboard door. The beardy eyes of the fat man grew large as he saw the eyes of the freakish wizard turn towards the cupboard. It was at that moment that Vernon Dursley saw his life flash before his eyes, the fear filled his body as he wet himself.

The gaze of Sirius turned towards the banging door of the cupboard before looking back towards the pair before him. It was a silent spell that took both of the muggles. They were flung across the hallway to slam into the kitchen table. Sirius didn't bother glancing at them further as they were already out of sight and mind. He stepped over the puddle caused by the fat man and walked to the doorway of the cupboard. Slowly his fingers trembling he opened up the latch letting the door swing open.

The boy was just as he remembered him a few weeks ago but different too. Harry was a smart young boy at three years old. He always had a smile on his lips and a bright happiness surrounding him. None of that was present in the young child now. The child instead had bruises against his cheeks and arms. There was fear filling up his emotional green eyes as he shied away from Sirius. The eyes made Sirius pause and stop. The pupils didn't move as he moved. Instead they stared ahead dead to the world. They didn't follow the movement of his hand left and right. It was as if they didn't see him at all. Concern blossomed in the heart of the man, concern and rage filling him at the idea that the boy had been abandoned here in this state!

Harry's lips trembled in fear at the large man that may be his keeper. But what hurt Sirius most of all was the fact that the boy didn't know him. There was no recognition in the eyes of Harry as he looked up at Sirius. In fact it was as if the boy didn't see him at all! The boy had lost everything that made him who he was. The bright shining intellect that the child had already gained was gone or at least buried away.

Slowly Sirius reached his hands forward as he spoke calmly and gently, "Come here Pup I will not harm you. I am here to take you away to somewhere safe."

Perhaps it was the kindness in his even toned voice. Or perhaps it was the gentleness in his eyes as he reached forward. Or it may just have been the want and desire to get away from this place of pain. Whatever the reason the child leaned forward and reached out slowly and cautiously towards Sirius as he gently picked up the boy into his arms. He could better see the bruises on the boy's arms, legs, and face. He could feel a bitter rage boiling in himself, but he resisted the urge to dispense justice. That would come soon enough; after all as the muggles say 'Revenge is a dish best served cold.' Instead the young Black heir turned and walked from the house with what was the most important thing to him in the world. All that truly mattered was his new was safe and sound now.

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The gates of the old manor creaked as Sirius pushed through them onto the walkway. He was slightly surprised that he was able to enter these lands. They were kept sealed to all but the Black family on pain or death or invite. But, now he walked slowly along the overgrown pathway towards the large manor house. These were the lands of the Black Manor. It was once a fertile set of hills where the family lived, laughed, and raised their children. While business would be conducted on 12 Grimmauld Place for formal visitors this place was reserved for family only to be allowed. It was also where his grandparents resided away from the day to day life since his grandfather handed over the Headship in name to Sirius' own father.

He remembered as a boy this was a set of hills filled with mischief. A place that he could escape the troubles of 12 Grimmauld place and just be a boy growing up. His grandfather had been far sterner than even his own father. Arcturus Black was am an renowned for his temper and far reaching hand. He was once one of the most powerful Wizards in Britain both politically and in sheer spell-power. He was nicknamed the Spider as his hands were in every area of British wizarding society controlling it all behind the scenes. Unfortunately that was a long time ago, back before the rise of Grindelwald and He-who-must-not-be-named.

In contrast his grandmother Merena was a kind hearted woman. She was always there with an encouraging word; a whisper when needed that just seemed to be the right thing to say. She was the perfect steading hand to the strong willed man to level him in his endeavors. To those inside of the Black family she was always the delicate touch that pieced the family together. Unfortunately not even her strength was able to keep things from falling apart till how they ended up now due to the war.

The once powerful Black family was like this manor road, riddled with weeds. Their time had passed and their power was diminishing. But, they were his hope, they were what he needed right now. Sirius glanced down at the three year old boy sleeping in his arms. They were the only ones that could help him with Harry. Despite all of the differences with his kin, they were still is family. Family came first for the Black, it always had and always will. Even if they may demand a price from him for their assistance, they would help.

The dragonhide boots stopped their scraping on a pebbled ground when they reached the manor. The place sprawled outwards from the drive way. Greek and Roman columns spiraled up fulfilling the marble structure. The manor was a place of beauty and elegance. It was part of the Black family since they came to the isles with the Roman forces that took hold in these lands. It was modeled after their old man in Greece, almost an exact replica with even a shrine to Nyx located on the premise. This was the true hidden seat of power for the Black family. But, like everything else it was tarnished. Sirius could see small cracks in the marble, small fissures that were starting to spread over the ancient structure, so like his family.

The door opened before he reached it. It was not a servant or house elf that stood there, instead an old man stood leaning on a cane glaring at the younger Black. His hair was long and tied back into a grey and white bundle. His clothing was immaculate, if aged and out of style of forty years. His face was surprising to Sirius as he did not remember so many hard lines around his cheeks and brow. He had aged, and not well. What were most startling about his grandfather were the eyes. The same pale grey eyes as Sirius had now were filled with grief as the ancient Lord watching his grandson, "So the missing grandson has returned home."

The voice once caused Sirius to trembler in concern. He once feared disappointment or anger in that voice even more than his own father's voice. It was surprising to realize to Sirius that there was no disappointment or anger. Instead he almost detected a hint of concern in the tone of his grandfather. He carefully shifted Harry to his left arm as he bowed before his grandfather, "I humbly request home and hearth for my family. I need aid and have none else I could trust to turn to."

The pale eyes of the elder statesman lingered over his grandson and the boy in his arms. He studied the pair in silence for long moments before he let out an ignoble grunt. He pushed the door open fully and turned to walk inside leaving it open for Sirius to follow.

Author Note: I have had this sitting there for a long time. I wanted to put another 2-4k into it but I think I would end it here. Yes Harry is blind, he wouldn't stay that way as the Blacks have many different rituals for their family. I had an interesting idea for that I would do with him here if I did this story. I was thinking the eyes of Raistlin Majere from dragonlance (really always wanted to do a crossover there but it would be tough). He would have eyes that see always the aging and death of an individual slowly creeping up on all people and things but also saw magic before his gaze. Well this would be my Harry twin story, not sure if he would if would be the wrong twin or Harry would just be special too. But, anyone line it and want to see it someday?