Edited: June 27, 2012

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The wind was rather strong and Albus could hear the creaking of what seemed to be an old, rusty swing set on his left. He also heard a soft rumble, the click-clack of small wheels on asphalt. He turned to his right to see his father pulling his trunk behind him looking rather angry. What was he doing here at this time of night?

A look at the sky showed inky darkness dotted with stars. It was most definitely late at night. The air was humid and heavy, making Albus tug at his collar in discomfort.

Al turned in a circle, trying to find anything out of the ordinary that would cue him into what exactly made this memory so important. He paused at the sound of a rustle in a large bush. Two glowing eyes peered back out at him, or rather, back at Harry Potter. It was almost as if the animal recognized the thirteen year old.

The thing move forward and Al found himself tumbling to the ground in shock and landing next to his dad. Harry's wand arm was held in front of him on the rough pavement, purely by accident it seemed. In a matter of seconds a giant purple bus pulled up before him. Oh yes, Albus knew this particular bus; he didn't have very many fond memories of it either.

He turned to the bush and found the animal, what he concluded was probably a large dog, had seemingly disappeared. That or it was momentarily gone from his sight. Albus turned back towards the bus, anticipating what would happen.

Al remembered his first time on the Knight Bus. It was also the first time he realized his dad, the fearless Harry Potter, was scared of something. This particular something was the bus and Harry had spent hours trying to convince Ginny to find a different manner of transportation.

That day, a few years ago actually, the Potters had been taking a family trip to Diagon Alley and Ginny had insisted they do something besides apparate outside of the Leaky Cauldron like they usually did. Little Fire Top was only a toddler at two years old. Albus himself was four and James was six.

The argument consisted of how the only reasonable way to get there without apparating was to take the Knight Bus. Of course Harry argued that they could take a car and Ginny argued that it would take hours to drive. Floo powder was Harry's next excuse, but Ginny crushed his bubble with the fact that they were out.

Since Albus was so young, he could only remembering his dad practically bolting out the open doors as soon as the thrilling ride and come to a stop and they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron.

Al was snapped back into reality when the doors to the large bus in front of him almost closed. He slipped in and took a seat by his dad who was getting questioned by the man who had previously been attending to the few other occupants of the bus.

Albus gasped when he saw the name and face on the man's newspaper. His eyes widened as he scanned the words on the Prophet.

"Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to be held in Azkaban fortress, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic confirmed today. "We are doing all we can to recapture Black," said the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, this morning, "and we beg the magical community to remain calm." Fudge has been criticized by some members of the International Confederation of Wizards for informing the Muggle Prime Minister of the crisis. "Well, really, I had to, don't you know," said irritable Fudge. "Black is mad. He's a danger to anyone who crosses him, magic or Muggle. I have the Prime Minister's assurance that he will not breathe a word of Black's true identity to anyone. And let's face it - who'd believe him if he did?" While Muggles have been told that Black is carrying a gun (a kind of metal wand that Muggles use to kill each other), the magical community lives in fear of a massacre like that of twelve years ago, when Black murdered thirteen people with a single curse."

So this was what his father meant when he said his godfather had a troubled life. Troubled seemed like too small of a word now that Al actually understood. Albus had always imagined that his dad's godfather had girl problems or something…but escaping Azkaban after twelve years of imprisonment? He had to admit, that was impressive. But did the man James was partially named after really murder thirteen people? Something there didn't make any sense. Sirius Black was always spoken of with an air of respect in both the Potter and Weasley homes.

Maybe Harry's first encounter with the name 'Sirius Black' was what made him despise the Knight Bus. Seeing a loved one in such a horrid light was sure to put anyone in a bad mood. Albus learned otherwise when he saw Harry's face as the purple bus shot down the road at an alarming speed. He looked positively green.

The air around Al started waving and warping and he was once again thrown down a tunnel into a new memory.

In this memory, Harry was still thirteen as the last one instead of a year older like in all the other memories he had seen. He, Uncle Ron, and Aunt Hermione were all sitting on the Hogwarts Express on their way to school.

In the corner of the compartment was a man who was fast asleep, snoring softly. He looked rather ragged and Al could barely see his sandy blonde hair poking out of the jacket he was using as a blanket. That hair was strikingly familiar.

Of course Albus would remember it though because it was the same color as Teddy's hair. It was actually very hard to forget Teddy's true hair color because it was seldom that it ever flashed from its common teal color to the original. Based on the gathered facts, Albus figured that this man must be Remus Lupin.

Albus was snapped out of his thoughts when the lights flickered off and he could almost feel the room getting unbearably cold. Just looking at the newly frosted windows mad him shiver. Mr. Lupin still hadn't moved.

Al then saw a hand, a hand so disgustingly terrifying that he would never forget it, pull the door to the compartment open. If that wasn't a dementor then Al would be willing to blast himself with an 'Avada Kedavra'. He had read about them in numerous books. They were said to have fled from the public to hide on an island in an area known as the Bermuda Triangle. They caused many problems during the days of Voldemort.

Al wanted to scream when he saw his dad pass out cold. He then saw Mr. Lupin stand up with incredible speed and shoot a silvery light looking vaguely like an animal out of his wand; it made the dark, looming figure retreat. A Patronus. He had seen the Patronus of his father several times; it was a proud, majestic stag. His mother's was a horse and it was actually very beautiful. He had always dreamed of the day he would learn to create something so pure and full of light.

Before he could see what happened next, he was pushed into a new memory that was yet again while his father was thirteen. They were in a battered old shack that was in terrible condition. Old furniture was strewn across the room and Albus could almost swear that that was blood on the wall.

He saw a man he now knew to be Sirius Black standing in the corner. Uncle Ron was lying on the floor in obvious pain clutching desperately. Aunt Hermione and Harry were standing in front of him. Talk of killing people was thrown around a while before Teddy's dad came into the room looking as ragged as ever. Snape, who was tossed against the wall by a disarming jinx thrown by Ron, Hermione, and Harry, entered the rom right after Remus had.

Albus watched the true story unfold. He watched as Harry realized that what they said about Peter wasn't a lie. The man that murdered his parents had been with him at school for three years. The rat escaped when Lupin turned into a werewolf, having been unaware of the full moon.

He watched as a figure, whom he was sure was Harry himself, warded off a hundred dementors after Sirius and Harry had ran from Lupin who was now on a rampage in the forest.

Al had been right; Harry and Hermione had used a time turner to save the now innocent and framed Sirius Black from a fate worse then death. Buckbeak, a hippogriff sentenced to death, aided them in the getaway. Sirius was safe and the trio was left unharmed yet Remus resigned and Pettigrew escaped.

That had all happened in a singular night and Albus couldn't believe the endurance it must have took. Based on all that had happened, Harry's next year at Hogwarts was sure to be a wild one.

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