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Warning: May contain slash (undecided)

A/N: Okay so...it's taken me awhile to get this out. It seems like every time i try to work on it I'm dead tired and i fall asleep before i can begin but I've finally got this chapter finished. It didn't go as far as I wanted but i'll get there soon. At this point there is no pairings but I'll give you all the chance to tell me what Pairings you you want to see just put it in your review like so...

Harry/Ginny

Harry/Draco

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Airplanes were officially Harry's least favorite way to travel, it made him more nauseous than flooing, apparating, or portkeying, and it was a lot more…rough than flying on a broom. He felt a little stupid that he had expected Sirius to just side along apparate him there. He wasn't supposed to know about wizards after all, but he was glad it gave him a chance to study, and talk with Sirius over the long flight, which also offered him his first piece of evidence that Sirius was a wizard.

Muggle money had always been a problem for wizards, and this world's Sirius's was no exception, he had to ask Harry for help in paying for the plane tickets, he had tried to cover up his lack of knowledge saying that he wasn't used to American money, but when question about the monetary system in London he had to think before he started to explain. He explained it wrong of course, but to a tourist like 'Harry' it would have seemed like he knew what he was talking about.

Landing in London had been a bitter sweet moment for Harry, while it felt good to be home, it hurt to know that it wasn't really his home, because the people that made it home would no longer know who he was. Thinking about Ron and Hermione was always the hardest for him. They were his best friends, his brother and sister. It hurt him knowing that they would have no idea who he was.

"So Harry, how do you like London?" Sirius asked swinging his arms out humorously

"I think it's brilliant." Harry answered out of habit

"Ha, you've been here for five minutes and your already picking up mannerisms, you won't have any trouble fitting in."

Harry smiled and followed his godfather to their luggage; it was strange seeing Sirius acting like a muggle, the old Sirius would have been horrified with himself. The Sirius looked so much older compared to this, Harry supposed it was the stress of being in Azkaban, which obviously this Sirius hadn't been forced to endure. He hadn't had to do that here, because Peter had never betrayed the Potters and Sirius never went after Peter. Harry never thought about it before but the whole reason Sirius had such a hard life was because Harry had been born.

"I've rented a flat just up there." Sirius said pointing at a build complex a little ahead of them.

"Why not just stay at your house?" Harry asked curiously

"Well…It's having….renovations." Sirius struggled

"Oh,"

That had been clue number two, there would be no way Sirius, a wizard, could bring Harry, a muggle, into his home and hide magic from him. Harry had to get himself to calm down before he became too hopeful. He still wasn't sure, and it would only hurt if his theories didn't pan out. He didn't even consider venturing into Diagon Alley by himself, it would be far too dangerous seeing as he didn't have a wand, and if he went alone he wouldn't have Sirius for protection. He also had to consider the fact that Diagon Alley may not be in the same place.

Sirius's flat was large, and had an amazing view looking out over the London skyline. It was clear to Harry that no one had recently been living in the flat; it had that too clean look and was fairly empty.

"Um…Sirius," harry began looking around the baron rooms, "Where exactly is all the furniture?"

"Oh…well…we'll have to go out and get some I suppose though I had believed it was supposed to be fully furbished." He answered looking around as well

"Why not just bring some of your things here?" Asked Harry hoping to catch his godfather in a lie

"The things I had at my place were far too old, and I think it would be much better if I bought new furniture now then just put it in my place." He answered smoothly

"That makes sense." Harry allowed

Lucky for both Harry and Sirius the flat had at least beds for them to sleep that night, they had decided to put the heavy shopping off until the next day seeing as it was already late and both were tired from the long flight. Harry was already missing his parents but he couldn't allow himself to be swayed he knew that as long as he kept them at arms distance it would be easier to keep them safe.

"So kiddo, are you ready for our big day of shopping?" Sirius asked his godson who had just walked into the kitchen where Sirius sat drinking coffee

"I guess…err…what exactly, are we going to buy anyway?" Harry asked sitting himself across from Sirius

"Well," began Sirius, "I guess we should start with furniture, and then probably some things for the kitchen, cookware and stuff you know. Oh, and we probably should get some food, and maybe a few things for you."

"What sort of things would I need?" Harry asked confused

"Well things for your room of course, you're going to be here for a while and you might as well make it feel like home."

"Will it really take a year to get all of your house renovations done?"\

"Oh…um…well yea I'm kind of renovating the whole place top from bottom it'll take awhile."

"To bad you couldn't just wave a wand hmm?" asked Harry nonchalantly

"Huh? Oh um… yea too bad." Sirius answered he was obviously shocked, "Um…I'll be back in a second."

"Yea sure." Harry responded cheerfully

Sirius ran to his room, he knew it was going to be hard to keep himself from using magic around harry, he knew it was going to be hard keep magic from Harry all together; but it was like he knew, that he was fishing for information, but that's impossible Harry was a muggle, he was not a wizard.

As he thought about his godson, he thought about how Harry had come to be his god son.

Flashback

He had run away from home when he was 17 fed up with his parents, his life. Sirius had been born into the black family who were known Slytherins and users of dark magic. Sirius had been different though he never wanted to learn the dark arts; he never had his family's ineptitude for being cruel. He was even sorted into Gryffindor, which was blasphemy in his Slytherin household.

His family had never been anything but cold to him, since his first year at Hogwarts. They made as little contact with him as possible and when they did it was only when it was absolutely necessary. So the night of his 17th Birthday when his father and older brother came to speak to him, he was instantly suspicious, but by the time their conversation was over Sirius was furious.

"Now Sirius you have done a lot of things in the past that has reflected poorly on this house, and our beliefs. But you know have a chance to redeem yourself. The Dark Lord wants you to join him, it is a wonderful opportunity." His father had said looking hopeful at his youngest son

Sirius however was extremely angry. "How dare you!" He screamed, "You think I haven't read the papers, do you think that I am blind! I know what Voldemort doing, his cause is not my cause!" he spat

"You insolent little boy, he is trying to save us all, the muggles are becoming more dangerous each day. It would not be long before they found out about us and decided to destroy us, and though we have magic they have vast numbers. We must destroy the muggles, and the mud bloods, and the blood traders who support them." His brother snapped at him.

"Those are the words of a madman, he has brainwashed you and has bowing at the hem of his robes, while he tortures you, is that really the kind of leader you want follow. He is a man who is a crazy as his cause." Sirius said his voice now shaking

"Crucio!" His father shouted, "I will give you this night to think over the decision you have made. Maybe you will wizen up."

Sirius had never hated anyone anymore than he hated his father, he was not going to let his life be dictated by a madman, and he could no longer keep himself safe in his own home. If he was to survive, he had leave; he had to get as far away as he could.

It was that train of thought that had landed Sirius in America, he had no idea what possessed him to head to the states, but he figured that it was about as far away from Voldemort as he was going to get. The place he chose was a small rural city in Indiana. He had briefly scanned through some traveling brochures and found a picture of the city, and it had been exactly the kind of place Sirius was looking for.

Muggle money was something that stumped Sirius. Who in their right minds would use paper for money? He had lived in Britain most of his life so he had gotten somewhat used to their monetary system, but American money, Sirius had decided was just a big cosmic joke and really was useless.

Sirius had a tough time convincing the hotel clerk, that he was old enough to rent a room, until he accidently casted a small befuddle charm. Sirius had to admit that when it came to luxury muggles knew what they were doing if his hotel was any evidence of that, even in such a small city.

He knew he wouldn't be able to hideout forever. In fact he had only planned to hideout until he could a message to Dumbledore, it didn't help that he had no idea where the man disappeared to over the summer holidays, and Sirius was sure that he would be busy with fighting The Dark Lord. Still he scribbled out his message.

Dumbledore,

My father and Voldemort have decided it was time for me to join their ranks however I have no wish in doing so. I have hidden myself well, and far away. But I cannot hide here forever.

Sirius Black

Knowing that Dumbledore would soon send help Sirius allowed himself to relax and looked out the window. He decided that tomorrow he would explore the muggle city and hopefully he may be able to find something to occupy his time, and keep him from worrying.

The next morning Sirius felt relaxed it was the same relaxed feeling he had waking up at Hogwarts. It only came with knowing he was safe. He stepped under the hot water that rained from the shower. Sirius was amazed at muggle plumbing. 'How did they keep the water warm without magic?'

Sirius wasn't sure exactly what to do, he was in a new country, living in a world that he knew nothing about. Of course being Sirius the first thing he was worried about was finding something to eat. He had heard from the desk clerk that the small city had quite a few good restaurants. He would have to just go ask for directions.

The direction the clerk gave him, led him to small restaurant just a couple miles from the hotel. As Sirius entered he was overcome with smells of the delicious food waiting to be devoured by him. He was seated and waited on by a boy that had to be his age. The boy had jet black hair and hazel eyes surrounded by thick circular glasses. As Sirius began to wait on his food he took a sip from his water. When doing so he heard the soft chuckling of his waiter, Sirius being quite a prankster was instantly paranoid and began to look around himself for the source of the waiter's laughter. He turned back to his water to see a spider frozen in his ice cube. Sirius through the glass across the table, and shot out of his seat. Seeing this caused the young waiter to laugh even harder.

Sirius's display attracted the attention of the restaurant manager, the waiter instantly sobered upon seeing his boss move closer to him. He wore an expensive suit that screamed money and stern expression that would give Minerva McGonagall a run for her money.

"You'll have to excuse my son," The man apologized, "He has yet to grow up."

Sirius however was impressed with the young man no managed to prank him, before, "There will be no problem at all Mr..." Sirius began

"Potter, Harold Potter."

"Yes, as I was saying there will be no problem Mr. Potter, if your son would be so kind as to tell me where he found such a lovely ice cube." Sirius continued with a smile

The Manager looked shocked for a second before turning on his heal mumbling something about crazy teenagers.

"Thanks man, the name's James." The waiter said starting to walk away

"Hey, I wasn't kidding, you really must tell me where you found this." Said Sirius holding up the cub

The two were instant friends anyone with eyes could tell you that. They grew so close that most people often referred to Sirius as the adopted potter. James and Sirius were brothers if not by blood than by something even more powerful.

Sirius stayed in America for the next 3years, where he slowly started build a life. He still couldn't understand the blasted money, but James was always around to help. But things were not to stay the same forever. When James met Lily, Sirius knew that things were about to change. Anyone with magic could tell the two were soul mates. So Sirius decided it was time to reenter the magical world and to give the two lovers time to grow as a couple.

The goodbye came out of the blue for James, his best friend and unofficial brother was leaving. Sirius had promised to come back but it was still painful to watch him go. But as time went on he realized that Sirius was right, that the time had come for them to grow up a little, though it was no surprise that James did the most growing up, and Sirius true to his word often visited and was the best man at Lily and his wedding. And on the day his son was born James potter asked Sirius to be godfather to his son.

End of Flashback

Although Sirius was Harry's godfather he had never really been a big part of Harry's life. Sure he always sent gifts on birthdays a Christmas, and there had been the occasional visit. But Sirius had never been able to really be part of Harry's life. His being wizard had created the need to keep a distance.

But here he was finally getting time to spend with his godson, and he panics because godson said something that he's heard thousands of muggles say. He was too paranoid for his own good. He was never going to survive a whole year with Harry unless he learned to calm his nerves.

He walked back into the room and apologized, making up a story about feeling sick. He didn't want to worry Harry, or make him think that he was crazy. Harry of course to just took the excuse with a small smile before returning to his breakfast.

"So are you ready to go?" Sirius asked noticing Harry had finished breakfast.

"Almost, just let me run and brush my teeth." Harry answered running up stairs

He had to come up with a way to get rid of his godfather once they were in town so that he could, make his way to the Leaky Cauldron. That is, if it even existed in this reality. He hoped that an opportunity would present itself when they went out because right now his brain was running on empty.

Harry hadn't spent much time in muggle London in his reality, but he had spent enough time to know the general layout of things. This reality's Harry did not however, and in order to keep from rousing suspicion in Sirius he knew he had to act dumb. So harry kept asking question like, "what's that?" "Where are we again?" and ECT. Harry was having fun, he had never really been able to just go out and do the things that normal people could. He usually either was rushed or was escorted by a guard. This was the first time it really hit him that here he wasn't the-Boy-who-Lived, he was just Harry, and he was finally able to be normal. Well as normal as any other Wizard.

They had been walking in silence for the past ten minutes they were on their way to the mall to pick up decorating essential as Sirius deemed them when he asked Harry,

"So is there anything you want?"

"Not really no, you can decorate it however you see fit." Harry answered thinking that that was what Sirius was asking

"Oh, no…I didn't mean decorating wise I just meant anything general." Sirius explained

"Well...I really didn't bring that much money and what I did was for emergencies." Replied Harry

"If you want something Harry, you know you can have it. Money is no object."

"Oh well…" Harry began

"I got it," Interrupted Sirius, "You came here to get away from your old life so how bout we get rid of the old you."

"You mean like a makeover?" Harry asked warily

"Well, yea you could use a haircut, something trendy, and some new clothes."

"Okay… I'll agree about the haircut, but what's wrong with my clothes?" Harry asked slightly offended he liked these clothes, but it could be because these were the only clothes he's ever own that fit.

"Nothing really, they're just a little plain, and maybe a bit too grown up. You're a kid you should act like."

Harry thought about for a second before answering, "Your right, let's do it!" before feeling self-conscious about Sirius buying things for him asking "Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Of course I don't mind," Sirius answered putting his hand on Harry's back to lead him to a clothing store. "It's not every day I get to play dress up with my only godson."

"I thought I was your only godson?" Asked Harry Confused

"Oh you are," Sirius answered smiling, "How about this stuff, I see kids wearing clothing like this all the time, and it's nothing like you wear, one would think one would get sick of khakis."

The clothes in the store, Sirius took Harry too looked as if they should belong to a vampire. Surprisingly Harry found he liked this. This is definitely not something he would have worn in this world, and from the other Harry's wardrobe obviously not something he would have worn either.

Sirius was right though when he said that Harry wanted to become someone else, Sirius just had no idea of how right he was. Harry looked around for a bit, before realizing that truthfully he had no idea what to get. He saw things he liked but had no idea of what to get to go with them. He wasn't sure exactly what to do finally he gave up and confessed this to Sirius.

"I gathered as much." Said Sirius smiling

Sirius walked over to a young lady wearing a store a uniform, and brought her over to where Harry was standing.

"This is my godson," Sirius said pointing to Harry, "We kind of don't really know where to begin but he needs a whole new wardrobe."

"A whole new wardrobe?" She asked in disbelief, Sirius nodded, "Well then I guess we should start with your sizes and then start picking out colors that suit you, and then fine some things that look good on you."

"Sounds like a plan, he'll also need something to wear out."

Harry had never tried on so many different clothes, the sales girl just kept bring more and more, occasionally seeing something she really liked and said it would be perfect for him. In the end she had chosen, In Harry's opinion way too many, but she was already dragging him towards the front counter ignoring his cries that there was too many. Sirius seeing Harry being drug, by the girl, his arms full of clothes smiled and waved them both to him.

"Are you sure this is enough Harry?" Sirius asked seriously

"I think it's too much." Harry answered flatly

"It's not." Sirius and the sales lady said together.

After Sirius paid, they took Harry's new clothing back out to the car. Along with clothes he had worn in. Now he wore a pair light grey jeans with small rips, and a yellow and black long sleeve shirt with a dragon on front, a brown leather belt and brown Etnies. Harry liked his new clothes, he felt as though they were the kind of clothes he would have chosen for himself if he ever had the chance. They definitely weren't something that Dudley would wear.

"Harry, how bout that haircut?" Sirius asked as they walked back towards the mall.

"Sure, it's getting so I can't do anything with it." Harry answered

"If you're anything like your father, you probably can't do much with no matter how long or short it is." Sirius retorted

"True."

Once again Harry found himself out of his depth, he had no idea how he wanted his hair cut. He looked through magazine and saw lots of styles he thought were alright. He just wasn't so sure how they would look on him. The student at Hogwarts Girls and Malfoy aside really didn't care much about style, and from the other Harry's memories neither did most of the people he knew. Harry found he had absolutely no idea what to go on and decided that once again he should confess his ignorance to Sirius.

"Sirius, I have no idea what kind of haircut to get." He whispered frustrated by his indecisiveness

"Well, this isn't a normal barber, this is a stylist, why not just tell her that you want whatever would fit you and the image your trying to make." Sirius answered smiling at Harry's antics

"Oh, I never thought of that."

When he finally made it to the stylist, he had told her just that, and she immediately started working on his hair with a straight razor, and thinning scissors. She layered his hair, and then trimmed it, before applying some strange gooey stuff and wrapping it in tin foil and then making him stand beneath a hair dryer.

The effects weren't what Harry expected, but he liked it. It definitely made him look like someone else. His once shaggy wayward hair was now shorter, choppy, and spiked, it was still jet black, but he now had white streak running through it in random places. He really didn't look like himself anymore, when he looked in the mirror it was hard to tell that it was still him, the biggest things missing from his old appearance was the scar and glasses, both of which disappeared when he entered this world. It was scary how fast everything changed. It was scary how fast he had changed, just a few weeks ago he was planning to kill the Dark Lord, now here he was finally he was able to be a real teenager.

Alas though, he knew he could keep pretending to be a muggle, it was too hard to resist using magic now, he really needed his wand, but he had gotten sidetracked today being out with Sirius. Sirius said he would have to go into the office sometime tomorrow Harry would just have to sneak to Diagon Alley then. That is if he ever wanted his wand back, and to do magic again, and to possibly get back home, though he was finding going home to be less and less appealing…