AN: Hello! I was a busy bee today, so you all get another chapter. I know it is short, so please don't kill me. I hope you like it, it felt a bit rushed to me. A lot is going on, though, so I hope you forgive me.

I own nothing... Not even my own mind.

Giada Draven, out!

When Dudley left the house, Harry did something that he didn't know how to explain. He pulled another bottle out of nowhere, and sprayed this one on himself. He didn't know how, but he knew that he was going to a place where he would be accepted. So, he sprayed the glittering potion, for that's what it was, and felt as if he was being squeezed through a tube.

When the sensation ended, Harry was standing in a dense wood, with thin, skeleton-like trees. About a hundred meters away was a large mansion, with a dark colour pattern. The door was a dark red, and the walls a mesmerizing black.

Just as he began to walk towards the building, his thoughts were interrupted by a burst of static. Before the edge of trees, which surrounded the mansion, now stood a very tall man in a sharp suit. The most defining feature was the lack of facial features; his face resembled a white oval on a stark background.

Even though he had no mouth, the tall man spoke: "What are you doing here, child? How did you get here?" The voice was heard in his mind, indicating that this was not a normal man. Harry… no, Potionem knew that he should not speak, but rather keep walking. The figure was only there to distract him from his task, and if he answered, he would be killed.

So, he kept walking. He walked until he reached the door, even though the slender man kept asking him questions. Once he touched the handle, the door swung open of it's own accord.

Suddenly, the no-faced man was in front of him again, but this time he acted both welcoming and sad. "Hello, young one. I am glad to invite you into what is called the Slender Mansion. I am Slenderman, may I ask for your name? You do not have to tell me your real one, you can just go by your 'creepypasta' name." Slenderman easily lead Potionem to a sitting room, which had several seats scattered around the room.

Potionem, because Harry wasn't exactly present at the moment, said, "I am Potionem Domino, the Potion Master. I have come here because I have transformed into one of your creepypastas. However, I can not be immortal until this soul piece inside of me is destroyed by it's creator. My human name is Harry Potter, and I believe that I am a result of his recently formed Multiple Personality Disorder. His age is 5, but I believe that I am more like a 21 year old. So, I know that this is a safe place for us; are there others here? I would like to meet them if there are." Potionem fired out all of this like gunshots.

Slenderman took all this information in easily, comparing the situation to Masky's. He sat down across from the newly identified Potionem, and started to explain. "Well, there is Jeff, Laughing Jack, Sally, and Eyeless Jack here at the moment. Masky and Hoody are out on assignment, and Toby is out in the forest trying to burn off some energy." Slenderman informed the young creepypasta, doing what he can to help.

Potionem stood up and easily motioned for Slender to lead the way, saying, "Lead on. I would like to meet those I can." Slender nodded, and walked out of the room. It took a few minutes to get to their destination, but when they did they found a boy with shaggy black hair and a white hoodie sitting next to another boy, who had blonde hair and was wearing a green leotard and hat. They were sat in front of a telly, and were playing some kind of video game.

When Slender entered the room, they both looked back towards them. The dark haired boy had to large scars on the sides of his mouth, giving him a permanent grin. Around his bloodshot eyes were burn scar, giving him a stark look. The lighter one had red eyes, which gave him a sinister look, and his teeth were pointed. "Well, who is this?" said the one with the hoodie.

He stood up, dropping the game controller to the ground. He walked around Potionem, then stopped in front of the young creep and seemed to concentrate. His eyes turned glazed, and he swayed as if in a trance. Potionem stood still, jumping only a small bit when he felt the hoodie wearing teen's magic brush up against his.

When the boy was done, his eyes widened and he stepped back, as if trying to get away from the small creep. "What are you doing here?! Harry, what happened to you? I- it's me, Padfoot, your godfather Sirius. Please, tell me, what are you doing here?" The boy stood there, staring into Potionem's eyes as if he could learn the answer to the universe if he just stared long enough.

Potionem gave him an indifferent look. "I'm sorry, but I don't believe Harry has ever heard of you. I think that there is a memory that has been buried, it was about a large dog named Padfoot. Now, judging by the fact that Slenderman looks surprised, but your friend does not, you did not tell Slender who you really are, but did tell whoever this is. Would you mind informing me of who you are?" The last sentence he directed at the blonde teen, hoping to glean some new information that he didn't know already.

Slender stepped forward instead. "This is BEN Drowned, and I thought that this was Jeff the Killer. It seems he chose to give me his creepypasta name, as you did." He seemed okay that

he wasn't told, only a little disappointed that 'Jeff' never told him his real name. "If you wouldn't mind, could you please tell us how you can be young Potionem's godfather? You do not look old enough to have known his parents."

Sirius adopted a pained look. "Well, you know that I came here when I was 16, after I killed my father. My entire family are wizards, and we all went to a school named Hogwarts to learn how to control our magic. Well, when I first left after that, I went to my best mate James' home. He didn't know that I had killed my father. We had grown up together, so he would never expect that from me. When I turned into a creep, I became immortal, but know one else could know that. So, I used a glamour to make it seem like I was aging with like the rest. James and Lily, his wife, fought against Voldemort, who was the dark wizard of our time. There was a prophecy, saying that a child 'born to those who thrice defied him' will be born at the end of July. It said that the child would be able to kill Voldemort. There were only two boys who could fit that, and you were one of them. On Halloween, Voldemort attacked the house you all were staying in."

He paused to catch his breath, then continued. "He killed James, and then went after Lily in the nursery. He killed her and then went towards you, but something happened. Somehow, you survived the Killing Curse, an un-blockable spell, with only a small scar. You killed Voldemort, when you were only 15 months old." Sirius then gave a bitter smile. "I went after Peter Pettigrew, who was a friend that betrayed them to Voldemort, and planned on getting him to go to sleep. Of course, he had to shout that I had betrayed the Potters, then blow up the street, cut of his finger, then turn into a rat and escape into the sewers. The aurors found me in the middle of it, so they tossed me into Azkaban without a trial." Sirius looked down at that, obviously thinking that his godson would think bad of him now.

Potionem didn't, however. He wanted to know the details, such as how 'Peter' had turned into a rat, and why Sirius had never received a trial. "What is Azkaban? How did Peter turn into a rat? How are you here right now? You spoke as if you didn't leave that place, yet here you are." Slowly, through the conversation, Potionem had let Harry take over because it wasn't that violent of a topic. Potionem had been created to protect Harry, and would continue to do so. He was aware of everything that was going on, but he saw it from an outside perspective.

Harry walked toward his godfather and waited for him to continue. Now, he was acting much more his age. Sirius looked up and sighed, saying, "Azkaban is a wizarding prison guarded by Dementors, cloaked beings that suck out all happiness and warmth, and your soul if they get the chance. Peter was an animagus, someone who could turn into an animal. Your father, him, and I had all learned how to transform together; James was a stag, Peter a rat, and I was a Grim. See."

As soon as he said that, a large, shaggy black dog stood in his place. The dog barked, then bounded over to Harry and licked his hand. Then he went over to BEN and slobbered all over his face. Finally, the large dog turned back into Sirius, who looked immensely happy with himself. "As for how I'm here right now," he said, continuing the conversation, "I escaped. Sort of. I transfigured one of the people that I put to sleep," he said, putting extra emphasis on sleep, "and made them look like me. I do pop in from time to time, to visit the more unsavory characters." He paused, as if unsure if he should continue. "No one knows that I'm here, so I don't have to worry about the idiots in the wizarding world. So, pup, what are we going to do now?"

Sirius finished his tale, feeling slightly embarrassed that he had rambled. Harry didn't mind, in fact he was thrilled. Sirius had given him all of the answers he wanted. Now, however, he handed control over to Potionem, knowing this was a conversation for adults. In his mind, he would always be the child while Potionem was the adult. "Now, I believe, it would be best for Harry if we were to stay here with you. At least, until it is time for us to go to your magic school. If I may ask, do either of you know how to remove soul fragments?" He directed this towards BEN and Sirius, who looked confused and pale, respectively.