I am so sorry for being IA for soo long. It's been a hectic few months. I seem to be working all the time at the moment. I haven't written anything since January! I promise that over the next two weeks I will try and update as often as possible. I have 3 more chapters fully written and hope to get them typed up and posted. I also am feeling inspired to write a few pages a day when I get a few moments. I actually have the last chapter already written, I know where I want this to go and that's my end point. I don't know how long it's going to take to get there but I hope you will stay with me until then end.

OK, now to deal with some of the reviews that I have been receiving. I can understand that in the normal universe both Harry and Ron have the same results, except for in DADA. This is alternative universe. Things are different. Harry doesn't just sit there and wait for Hermione to give him the answers, he finds them himself, not to mention that this Harry is actually good at magic and not as lazy, although that's exactly what he wants you to think. He's a Gryffindor but he uses his sneaky Slytherin side to hide the truth from all those around him. Only a few are privileged to know and they will be revealed between 3rd and 4th Year. Anyone got any guesses?

Disclaimer: Harry potter and it's characters and magical world do not belong to me. I receive no money for writing this, if I did, my bank account would be more healthier than it is!

Third Year Summer

Family truths and Accidental Magic

Five weeks had passed since the trip to Godric's Hollow and Harry had been very busy. Not only was he doing his chores, homework and forward reading, (Dobby had brought his third year books at Diagon alley for him) he was also researching into his parents lives. Especially concerning their friends Remus, Sirius and the traitor Pettigrew.

There had been no contact from the outside world since Ron had unsuccessfully tried to ring the house phone. It might have been ok if he hadn't of shouted down the phone so loudly. Maybe he should get Hermione to help, she could instruct him on the correct use of a telephone.

Amazingly he had been allowed to have Hedwig come and go as she pleased with the promise that she wouldn't be used to send letters.

Another thing that had happened was a direct result of his going to Godric's Hollow. Whilst reading through his parents journals and looking through photos, his memory flashes had continued showing him insights into a part of his life that he didn't even know he remembered. He had learnt a lot about his parents from the small conversations they had, or the way they acted with their friends. He was surprised at how much he remembered, he had barely been a year old in some of the memories, maybe magical babies remembered more of their childhood, he knew that most muggles didn't remember anything before their fifth or sixth birthday. Maybe Ron would know, he was part of an entire wizarding family.

His thoughts drifted back to his uncles. Dobby had been able to get past copies of the daily prophet which gave him information that he wanted, though how much of it was actually fact could be debated. He had learned that Sirius had gone after Pettigrew as he had expected. However even with his death Pettigrew had framed Sirius for the death of his parents, this was due to them not telling anyone about them swapping secret keepers for the Fidelius charm. He had been sent to Azkaban without even a simple trial. Veritiserum would have proved his innocence but no one actually thought to use it on him. The whole thing was a joke, everyone was entitled to a fair trial, and even in the muggle world they understood this. So why had this happened when there were laws in place to stop it. Sirius had been trying to find out why. He had failed, to save his friends, and to find out the truth. He had blamed himself for Harry's parent's deaths. Something Harry could understand. Poor Sirius had been the one to suggest them swapping the secret keeper, convinced that Voldemort would go after him, leaving Pettigrew safe. He had been there when they had the conversation, Pettigrew had seemed too eager to take up the mantle. So after much deliberation they changed secret keepers on the 29th of October. Two days later he sold them out to Voldemort. He was almost glad that Sirius had killed Pettigrew, he knew that if Ron or Hermione were sold out to Voldemort he would definitely go after that person.

What annoyed him most of all though was that there was absolutely nothing he could do. If he tried to tell anyone, he'd never be believed. Next they'd want to know where he had gotten his information from. At the moment he wanted it to remain unknown how much he actually knew.

He had spent most of his free time reading through his parents journals. They had given him more information than the letters his aunt had given him. They were an in depth look into his parents lives, the pranks his father and friends played, how his mother had grown to love him. It was something that he treasured more than anything, knowing who his parents were.

He had thoroughly enjoyed reading the legendary pranks that his father and friends had pulled, still talked about by the Hogwarts Ghosts to this day! They were known as the marauders, the best pranksters Hogwarts had ever seen, although Fred and George could give them a run for their money he thought. In his dad's journals a lot of talk about something called the marauders map, took up several pages. The map showed everyone who was in Hogwarts and all the secret passageways. It had been left at Hogwarts in their seventh year in Filches office, in a drawer marked Confiscated and Highly Dangerous, ready for the next troublemakers to come along and wreak havoc. Harry had a sneaking suspicion of who had it now, or more correctly, two red-headed persons.

He had just finished reading his mother's final diary. There were mentions of a prophecy that was about Voldemort and him. He sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. A prophecy had ruined his life, because Voldemort, being the suspicious freak that he was believed in it. How was he, barely a one year old, prophesized to be the defeater of Voldemort? How was it possible that it had been dumped on him to save the wizarding world from the most evil wizard since Grindelwald? He clenched his fists, his parents had been taken from him before their time and now here he was, stuck with the Dursley's until he was seventeen. He wanted to make Voldemort pay so much, but what could a thirteen year old wizard do? Even Dumbledore couldn't defeat him. He thought about the prophecy again. If he was destined to defeat Voldemort then he would work hard to ensure that when the time came he would be ready. Dumbledore had mentioned about there being other ways for Voldemort to get his body back, now that the Philosopher's stone was destroyed. He breathed deeply, calming himself. For the moment Voldemort was just a wraith, barely alive. He didn't know how long it would take him to regain his strength, for the moment he just wanted to be Harry. Yeah he would continue learning new spells, but he'd also play quidditch, set up pranks and be a normal teenager for as long as he could. His parents wouldn't want him to obsess over getting revenge, they'd want him to live his life the best way he could, and he intended to honour that.

His thoughts moved back to his friends and glanced over to the desk where two letters sat, crinkled from the number of times he had read them. The two letters had arrived on his birthday, nearly a week ago now. Both of them were abroad, Ron in Egypt with the whole Weasley clan, and Hermione in France. He was extremely jealous of his two best friends, at least they got to enjoy their summer, it was the part of the year that he hated the most. Unlike most kids his age, he looked forward to going back to school in September, at least there he wouldn't have to deal with the Dursley's. This year was especially bad. Two words. Aunt Marge. She had been staying for the last week. It had been the week from hell. All he wanted was for uncle Vernon to sign his Hogsmead permission slip, so he promised to be on his best behaviour around her. Not easy.

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As Harry sat down for breakfast he saw his uncle turn up the volume on the TV. Something about an escaped convict who was a danger to the public. Harry nibbled on the piece of toast he was eating, occasionally glancing at the TV.

"The Public is warned that Black is armed and extremely dangerous." The news reporter announced. A picture of a ragged man was shown on the TV, sparking recognition in Harry. He quickly excused himself from the table and quickly made his way to his room. Once in there he grabbed the photo he kept on his bedside with the four marauders together. There was a similarity between the man on the TV and Sirius. His time in Azkaban could not have been good for him. He looked much thinner and gaunt now than he had back then. He noticed that the daily prophet had arrived and put the photo back down and quickly opened the paper to see the front page taken up by a photo of his godfather with the headlines screaming about his escape. He looked at the photo, why escape now though he thought. It's been twelve years, what's different now he wondered. Something had obviously happened. He threw the paper down onto the desk, knocking down the photos that stood there. He was frustrated with the lack of answers. He sighed and went to pick up the pictures smiling at the carelessness shown by the four back. He watched as all three of the animagi changed around Mooney and then back again. He set it back on the desk and picked the newspaper clipping from Ron up from off the floor where it had fallen. He placed it next to the photo of the marauders. His eyes drifted from one to the other and back again, taking in the smiling faces. Something was bugging him, he couldn't put his finger on it though. He watched as the marauders transformed again and found his eyes drifting across to the Weasley's. He easily found Ron, standing there with a stupid grin on his face and scabbers on his shoulder, looking the same as always. Still something niggled in the forefront of his mind. He was missing something, he knew it. He looked back at the marauders and smiled as he saw Padfoot catch Wormtail by his rat's tail. A rat. That was the only similarity between the two pictures. He looked back at Scabbers. They certainly did look similar, but didn't all rats look the same? 'But he's been in Ron's family for twelve years,' a little voice in the back of his mind said. Twelve years was a long time for a common garden rat to live, most only lived three or four years. He looked at scabbers again, remembering that he was missing a toe. It hit him like a ton of bricks. Pettigrew had been presumed dead as the only piece of evidence left of him was his finger, not even the strongest blasting curse could obliterate an entire body. He must have cut off his finger before blowing up the street and escaping down the sewers in his rat form. He had left Sirius with the fallout, to take the blame for something he would never do. He clenched his fists, anger radiating from him causing a small wind to form around him. He wasn't just annoyed anymore, he was downright angry, something he had every right to feel. He had never known love, all because of some traitorous rat. All this time and he was still alive, hiding in plain sight, with his best mate. If things had been different he would have been able to live with Sirius, grow up different, knowing he was loved and cared for. He calmed down a bit, trying to reign in his magic which was threatening to break free. Maybe this was the reason Sirius broke out, somehow he must have managed to see the article from the daily prophet. He had probably recognised him immediately. He sighed. He didn't know how damaged Sirius was. Had he broke out for revenge? Or had he broke out to protect Harry from a previously unknown danger? Dementors, guards of the wizard prison Azkaban were known to suck the happiness from the inmates, causing them to go mad, Sirius had been there for twelve years. The man he had memories of, had read about so much in his father's diaries may not exist anymore. He didn't want to completely give up on his godfather though, if he had, like he expected, broken out to get Pettigrew then he was more than willing to help. He thought about telling Ron but dismissed the idea completely. Ron may complain about his rat a lot, but he really liked Scabbers and it would hurt him to find out the truth. He decided that he would have to grab Scabbers at a time when Ron was not around. Then maybe there would be a chance to prove Sirius's innocence. He heard his aunt call him downstairs, as if he wasn't already in a bad enough mood already, now he had to go and deal with Aunt Marge.