I'm baaack! Right-o! I have some things to mention before hand… A dear reader who did not sign his review (you know who you are) pointed out something I missed. The first chapter I call the orphan home Harry stayed in "St. Michel's" then the second chapter I called it "St. Michael's"! oopsie! You see for some reason, my evil spell check changed it so St. Michael's in the second chapter without asking me… Or maybe I was too lazy to notice it asking. Eh. But the fact is that the orphan home is called St. Michel's, so people, if you notice a flub like this, feel free to point it out to me. I wont be upset, I'm human.

Disclaimer: YaddaYaddaYadda… You know the drill, I don't own Harry Potter. Calm down.

Oh! And by the way, if you have suggestions for pairing let me know.

&HP&

… Six years later, (Harry is 17…)

Remus Lupin walked calmly through the halls of Hogwarts to his office; He neared the plain wooden door and walked in. Sitting at his desk was his best friend, Sirius Black. Sirius had been in Azkaban prison for thirteen years for the supposed betrayal of Remus' other close friends Lily and James Potter. In 1993 He broke out and was said to be hovering near Hogwarts for unknown reasons, that year was incidentally the same year Remus started teaching. It turned out that Sirius hadn't betrayed the Potters but had been framed for the crime by their other friend Peter Pettigrew. Remus had found all this out one night when he had been wandering Hogsmade late one night out for a stroll. He had been walking casually along when he was pulled into an abandoned store by an unknown attacker. When Remus turned he came face to face with the person he thought was a wanted murderer who betrayed them all, to say the least he was pissed. Sirius had him at wand-point so he couldn't do much but hear him out first. Sirius told him about how Peter was really the secret keeper and had been hiding as a pet rat to some boy at Hogwarts for the last 13 years. Remus, being a werewolf, could smell when someone was lying so he knew Sirius was telling the truth. After sorting it all out with Dumbledore and getting Pettigrew from his owner, a third year Griffindor named Ron Weasley, Sirius was free.

"Hey nerd…" Sirius said teasingly from his chair, Remus chuckled and put his bag down on his desk.

"Hello Sirius, making yourself at home I see." The black haired ex-convict smiled cheekily and leaned back in the chair, resting his feet on Remus' desk.

"Well, duh. I AM co-teacher am I not?" Remus sighed in defeat, it was true, Sirius was co-teacher with him. He helped Remus out around the room and took over when Remus was feeling to ill after a full moon. Remus sat down in a chair next to Sirius and looked to see what papers he had been looking at. His face fell when he saw that Sirius was looking at his old photo album, the page open to a photo of him, Remus, James and baby Harry all sitting on the couch on Christmas. James had his arm around Remus and they both held their glasses of eggnog in a "cheers" pose, smiling brightly. Sirius was sitting on the arm of the couch with Harry in his lap, taking his tiny hands to make him wave. They all looked so happy, and slightly drunk, with their festive yet somewhat tame green and red clothes and the colorful paper crowns on their heads.(1) none of them knew that that would be their last Christmas all together. "I miss them, Moony…" He heard Sirius say softly, Remus sighed. He did too, but it was worse for Sirius when he found out about Harry. Being Harry's godfather Sirius had always loved Harry to death, not to mention that while in Azkaban Sirius had no way to know that Harry had been lost and announced dead, it came as quite a nasty shock. Remus still remembered.

/Flashback…

"Yes Moony! I'm free! I still can't believe it!" Sirius yelled happily in the living room of Remus' cottage. Remus laughed and gave his virtual brother a hug.

"Neither can I Sirius! I'm so sorry I ever doubted you. I should have never…" Remus broke off, looking at the ground in shame. Sirius sighed and rested his hand on Remus' shoulder.

"Moony, it's ok… With all the evidence it's to be expected. Honestly I don't know what I would have thought if our roles reversed. Tell you what; if you forgive me for thinking you were the spy… I'll forgive you for thinking you were…" Remus looked up at Sirius and smiled.

"It's a deal. So, what do you want to do with your newfound freedom Mr. Black?" Remus asked, bringing the earlier light mood back, for now at least, it would not last long.

"Well, Mr. Lupin! First I plan to get my godson, then I plan on taking you and him out on the town for dinner!" He said with a bright smile, a smile that quickly faded. With one look at his friend's grief-stricken face and tear-glossed eyes he knew something was wrong. "Remus? What? Is it? Do you think Harry won't want to live with me? Does he believe I'm innocent?" Remus let out a small sound and led Sirius over to the sofa.

"Sirius, you should sit down for this," He said calmly, continuing when Sirius sat down. "You know about how Harry was going to be sent to the Dursley's if you didn't take custody?" Sirius nodded. "Well… He went there but they didn't want him… They sent him to an orphanage in Scotland…" Sirius stood up quickly,

"What! How dare they! I swear! If I ever get my hands on them I'll-" He was pulled back down onto the couch.

"Sirius that's not all… When Severus and Minerva went to fetch him they got terrible news. When Harry was three he was locked outside one Christmas by some other kids who bullied him. There was a party going on inside so it took a while for anyone to notice he was gone. When they went outside they found him gone and wolf tracks leading from where he was to the forest. They searched and searched but never found him…" Remus closed his eyes and a tear rolled down his cheek. "Harry has been pronounced dead for almost six years now." He finished sadly. For many moments he heard nothing, he opened his eyes to see how Sirius was reacting. He was faced with Sirius looking awful. The pale mans face was stricken with tears and he was staring at Remus with utter shock and pain on his face, his body shaking ever so sightly. Then without warning he collapsed into his friend's arms, dissolving into violent sobs. Remus held him close and let him cry, He knew how much it must have hurt… He knew how much it had hurt him….

/End flashback…

Remus looked to his friend with a sad smile.

"So do I Padfoot… But maybe they're all together somewhere now. James, Lily, Harry… They could all be happy together, watching us…" Sirius smiled sadly but brightly at the thought. He gave a nod and wiped the tears from his face.

"You're right Moony… Lets go, there's a quidditch game in three minutes." He said as he stood up. Remus nodded and stood as well, they both headed out the door.

/HP

Not to far away, in the Forbidden Forest…

Harry Potter was 17-years-old, he had changed since that faithful day on Christmas Eve when he was three. His black (and now lightly red highlighted) hair was long and shiny, down to about his waist. His skin was pale and flawless except the one lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead. Amazing green eyes stared hauntingly at you in a cat-like, alluring slant, peering through thick black lashes, Living with the elves seemed to have given him some of their qualities. He had Elvin like grace and a lean, tall, yet well toned body. He had a long neck and full lips. As a whole, Harry Potter was gorgeous, but being the way he was, he was completely oblivious to this fact, no doubt fuelled by the fact that beauty was normality to the Elvin race. Harry was currently sitting by a small river, watching the fish go by in a bored yet serene manner. That serenity was broken when a figure busted through the bushed behind him and fell to their knees by his resting place. Without even looking up he knew who it was, what he was curious about was what she wanted.

"Hello Alice…" He said calmly, eyes still trained dully on the fish before him, without looking he could tell that she was wearing a large excited grin.

"Hey Harry! You have got to come see this!" She chirped happily to him, tugging on his arm for added effect. Smirking Harry looked up at her. Alice's bright blue eyes were alight with mischief, her pale blonde hair was tucked loosely behind her pointed ears and she did indeed wear that large grin she was known for.

"See what exactly?" He responded emptily, knowing his lack of movement and enthusiasm was annoying the Elvin girl. She let out a humph and lost her grin for a bit.

"They're doing it again! The screaming thing! Where they're flying and stuff!" She said quickly waving her arms in the air for good measure. Harry had to smile at this. Alice and Harry both shared many common interests, none as much as "human watching." Much to their parents and guardians irritation they loved to venture to the very edges of their forest and watch all the goings ons at the school near by. They loved to watch all the students and teachers go about their lives doing one odd human thing after another. They knew each teacher and almost all the students by appearance and even by name. Well, not their real names of corse. They never got close enough to hear their names, they did know the groundskeeper Hagrid's name, simply because the centaurs spoke of him often. Harry and Alice had made up names for each of them.

The thing Alice was talking about, the "screaming thing, where they fly around and stuff" was an often phenomenon. It was when several students would hop on brooms and fly around hitting each other and trying to get a big red ball thing into hoops that sat on either side of the valley place they flew in. Then all the other students not flying would line the valleys walls and scream a lot until some boy with a very loud voice who told what was going on would say that someone caught the… eh… snip… or snitch or something. All in all the display confused Alice and Harry to no end, but at the same time was terribly entertaining. They enjoyed watching the people fly around and had lots of fun making guesses at what they were doing. Harry stood up; he didn't want to miss this.

"Well then, we should go shouldn't we?" He asked as he grabbed his bow and ran off to the edge of the forest. He laughed when he heard Alice curse him from back at the river and run after him.

&HP&

Soon they were both at the very end of their home, they found a good tree and hopped into it. They settled onto the branches and peered through the leaves to look at the large wooden valley of screaming. Harry tilted his head and watched as some people in red threw the little ball into the hoop, right by a person in green.

"What in the nine hells are they doing?" He asked with a curious and slightly annoyed tone, as the screaming from the red section got louder. Alice laughed and leaned against the trunk.

"Maybe we never stay long enough… Maybe this is just a… Warm up thing. And after we leave the real show starts. It would be like from that muggle book we have, Cesar. After we leave the red and green people get off their brooms and fight to the death, like gladiators." She suggested, obviously joking.

"Maybe, and Bumblebee acts of emperor." He said with a laugh and a nod to a tall and very old man with a long white beard and half moon glasses. "You know… Choosing who stays and who goes." Alice laughed and looked at him. Harry looked at her as well and they both gave the thumbs down sign, proclaiming the words "To the lions!" Simultaneously in official sounding voices, they both broke into laughter and turned back to the "valley".

"Whatever they're doing they sure can make a lot of noise can't they?" Harry chuckled and nodded in agreement. His piercing green eyes scanned the crowd and fell upon two people near Bumblebee. They were Loup and shadow. Loup was a tall man with long brown-ish blonde hair with silver stress streaks in it. He had gold or brown eyes (Harry was never close enough to tell) and a kind face. He got his name from the fact that he was a werewolf, as Artemis told them, and the word for wolf in French was Loup. Shadow was a pale man with long black hair and blue eyes, he was named for the animagus form Alice and Harry had seen him use which was a large black dog that made them think of the shadows. Harry never knew why but it felt as if he knew them, had seen them before. It may have been normal paranoia but they were extremely familiar. The man known as Bumblebee was named for his obvious love of sweets. They could always find him eating some kind of candy. Then they could always hear him humming, so often in fact that it was like the buzzing of a bee. His examination was broken off by a frustrated growl form the ground below. Alice and him both looked down quickly and found a very angry half werewolf looking up at them. They shared a look and climbed down to meet Artemis.

"Hey Arti, what's up?" Alice asked nervously, wearing a sheepish smile identical to Harry's. Artemis rolled his golden eyes and let out a whine/growl. "Yeah… I know… I know…" Alice responded. After so many years living with Artemis Harry and the others learned to interrupt what she was saying. Almost like she was talking to them directly. Artemis gave them a look that said, "You know what young lady? I want to hear YOU say it." Alice sighed, crossing her arms stubbornly. Harry decided to answer.

"Well, we aren't supposed to come out here to close to the edge. We can't get caught, elves are supposed to be stealthy and un-known." He said in a mechanical voice suggesting that he had simply heard it so much that he memorized it, which happened to be the case. Artemis seemed to think that was good enough and began herding them back into the forest; Harry cast a glance over his shoulder at the screaming and continued on his way.

&HP&

(!) In England it's an old tradition to wear paper crowns on Christmas, for all of you who didn't know.

OMG CHAPTER DONE! WHAT DID YOU THINK!