Haha! Another Chapter! Wrote this all last night. It isn't the greatest, and I'm no good at fight scenes, so I kinda skimmed over it a bit, just a summary, I know it isn't the greatest, but any reviews or suggestions or whatever would really be helpful. Thank you!

Ducking another soft green curse, he ran further in the hall, quickly shouting a simple banishing charm, and watching as the flames in front of him suddenly moved behind him, his cousin leaping quickly riding the hotel of them.

The carpet squeaked beneath him, and horrified, he leaped, dodging another crucio, ignoring the taunting voice "little Siri miss his little Jamsie?", and watched as bits of the carpet seemed to go concave… the floor falling in, holes –

"Gah!" He narrowly missed a jet of purple flames billowing toward him from one of the open holes in the floor, the carpet falling limply to the floor below in ashes, and another killing curse flew by his left ear.

She was taunting him, playing with him…

"C'mon Bella!" He cried out hoarsely, trying to ignore the tightening in his chest, the smoke billowing around them like mad. "I know you can fight better then this!" Another banishing charm had her fighting through another torrent of flames and he could hear the banging from an adjacent door stop as he continued onward, screams mixing in the air, Harry no longer crying, sniffling, instead, the jostling no doubt keeping him awake…

A quick reducto had Bellatrix stumbling, and he rammed into the nearby door and –

… Sirius sighed softly, fluffing up several pillows around the sleeping child to use as a makeshift cradle.

Thankfully, Harry hadn't had much smoke inhalation at all, Sirius presumed it was having his face shoved into his godfathers old stuffy shirt that had prevented most of the smoke from entering the child's body, either that, or accidental magic. Either way, Sirius was relieved.

And oddly scared. He hadn't yet found out how the death eaters had found them (he was sure that they had, Bellatrix had definitely recognized him, and toyed with him… she hadn't killed him… that, and he didn't want to believe that his luck was actually that bad…). And, to top it all off, he'd just proven Lily right – he hadn't even thought of using a bubble head charm at all until after his idiotic escape.

He could've gotten Harry killed.

And, to top it all off, he wasn't even sure that jumping off from the 13th floor was the greatest idea, and using magic (in front of muggles no less) to soften the fall was stupid. Running like hell – probably the greatest idea he'd ever had in his life. Even more so than that time he'd managed to give all the Slytherins red hair.

But, now, the ministry would probably be after his tail. Fun.

And Harry was snug, wrapped up several times in order for Sirius to be sure that he wouldn't fall out of the twin sized bed in this new hotel. It wasn't quite as nice as the first one. It was just one twin sized bed, a couch, and a television. The bathroom was down the hall – communal.

It wasn't cheap either, but it was the best he could get short notice.

"Jeeze Hare," he said softly, running his hand through his godsons hair, the expression that both he and Remus had picked up from Lily easily flowing off his tongue, "Now what?"

Harry didn't answer, merely shifted slightly in his sleep, not moving away from his godfathers touch.

A stab of guilt pierced him. The kid was tired, and Sirius couldn't help but blame himself, all the jostling and hurrying that he'd done within the last twenty four hours… he, of course, ignored the fact that if he hadn't taken him, Harry most likely would've died with his parents…

Why? He didn't know. And frankly, he didn't care. As long as Harry was alive and well, nothing else mattered.

He could contemplate the reason that Voldemort for some reason or another (or so it seemed) wanted the kid dead later, along with when he thought on the meaning of life, and what happened after you died, if you had a soul or not –

He could think on that later, but now…

They'd leave in the morning.

Sirius would leave his baby here over night, left open for the world to see. His motorcycle would be the first way that the ministry would track him, and it was much too easy to track him down with the girl – she had a good run, but it was most likely how the death eaters had found him… if they were looking for him at all.

He'd already unpacked his bike, taking everything he'd need out from under the seat, and placed the shrunken packages in the pocket of his leather jacket. Harry was currently sleeping with the grim-like stuffed animal.

James had roared with laughter when he first saw it, and (not to be outdone) had gone out and bought the boy a gigantic stuffed stag. At least, it had been gigantic until Lily chewed his ear off about how it was too big and he had to shrink it.

He'd spent the next day moping.

But, of course, all good things must come to an end, and he couldn't mope any more, Sirius couldn't gloat any longer…

He maneuvered his hand out of Harry's hair, the delicate tangles wrapping around his fingers.

Harry shifted in his sleep once again.

Quietly, as to not wake him, he lifted the child out of the recently made cradle, the hotels blanket wrapped firmly around the boy as he placed him at the crook of his arm, rocking him slowly as he struggled to carry his jacket.

He realized seconds too late that he should've put his jacket on first.

But he quietly threw it over his shoulder, making sure none of his shrunken items fell out of the pockets, and taking the grim-like dog off the bed and shoving it beneath his arm, slowly making his way towards the door.

He'd leave now. Leave a trail. He was supposed to stay in this room for the next few days, but it couldn't hurt to leave early. To pick up and go.

Harry probably wouldn't notice the difference in hotels – he'd want his own bedroom back either way. And, this way, he wouldn't have to deal with anyone complaining that he made the bathroom smell funny, not like he could stop the influx of dirty diapers.

There was an Inn a couple streets over that he could go to for the night before starting to trek further away. It was small, cozy, and not at all boring like that last drab hotel room.

And the landlady was sweet. She gave him treats last time he had to stay there while on an undercover mission.

Then again… maybe he should just hide away… he'd heard that Brazil was nice this time of year.