Summary: A powerful child ignorant of the power he holds, how could he be blamed for power infused accidental magic? According to the minister HE can. Find out what happens when a 5 year old Harry Potter is thrown in Azkaban.

Spoilers: Basic Harry Potter background. If I include from the books I'll update this section.

Disclaimer: To my disappointment, I do not own HP.

Reviews: Entirely welcome, flames not accepted but constructive criticism welcome.

Warning: mention of child abuse

Author's Note: This is my first non-time travelling fan fiction! Woohoo!! And I would like to thank my friend, Misty Maltesers for the excellent Title and Beta reading.

THANK YOU!!!!! To all my reviewers from chapter one you made my days lol

Chapter 2: The Long Talk

In the middle of an ocean stood a giant fortress onto which waves crashed as if they were trying to devour it and storms raged on overhead. It seemed impossible to reach, but this fortress was reachable to some, and housed hundreds. This place was the prison Azkaban, and was used by the British Ministry of Magic.

Two days ago, three people brought an unconscious five year old Harry Potter to these shores, and placed him in a high security cell with Sirius Black. I'm sure at the time they didn't know who they placed him with; had they known I'm not sure they wouldn't have, but luckily for the child this is where he was placed, for Sirius Black was Harry's Godfather.

In the cell that housed Sirius and Harry, Sirius was sitting against a wall reading a book he had gotten out of the trunk, which enlarged two days prior, scaring him half to death even if he did think he was already half way there being in that prison. Across from him laid Harry who had not regained consciousness since arriving, and Sirius had to admit to himself that that scared him more then the trunk, or the realisation that Harry was here.

"Where am I?" thought Harry, as he started to regain consciousness. "This is not the cupboard under the stairs!" Harry groaned as he twisted around, gaining the attention of Sirius, who slammed the book shut making Harry wince at the sound, and rushed over to him.

"Harry, can you hear me?" he asked in his croaky voice due to lack of use.

"How do you know me?" Harry asked in a scared voice as a man with long matted hair, a beard and striped clothes stared down at him.

"I recognised you; you look a lot like your father, James!" stated Sirius, not liking the scared look in his Godson's eyes.

At the mention of his Father's name, Harry forgot all about being scared of this man. "You knew my father?" he asked.

"We were best friends, brothers in everything but blood. Actually I guess we were closer then brothers. I doubt you would've told your brother everything you did, aye." said Sirius, giving Harry a small smile.

Harry nodded his head, still worried about what this man who claims to have known his father wanted. "Where are we?" he decided to stick to questions; this man didn't seem terrible at the moment. No way would he've asked the Dursleys so many questions.

"The Wizarding prison, Azkaban."

"Wizarding? Prison?" asked a fairly shocked five year old.

"Hmm I guess your aunt and uncle didn't tell you much?" Sirius ventured, not missing the wince that came from Harry when he mentioned his relatives.

"Well due to the fact we're stuck with each other for a while, why don't we go talk over here?" Sirius said, guiding him over to a wall where they sat sitting opposite each other. "You know, I'm surprised that you haven't been affected by the Dementors yet."

"Demantas?"

"Dementors. They're the guards. Terrible creatures, they suck all the happiness out of you, so you feel like you'll never be happy again."

"Oh, what does happy feel like?" asked Harry, knowing that he had never seemed happy; he had no friends, his relatives hurt him, what was there to be happy about?

"Excuse me?" asked a shocked Sirius. "You know what it feels like! Right?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Why?"

Here, Harry hesitated; he didn't know whether to trust him or not; he had never told any body about his relatives hurting him, or that he had no friends, but that part he didn't have to; every one knew. But now looking in to the eyes of this stranger, all he felt was trust. He didn't understand; it was like he had seen him before.

"Have we met, before?" he asked, avoiding the question for now.

Sirius knew what he was doing, but he also knew that he had to be patient, yet that didn't mean he was going to give up.

"Yes, I'm your godfather. I babysat you when you were a baby, and I was always around at your parents'. It was like I lived there, but I didn't even, if your dad had offered."

"Oh!" Harry paused, wondering whether to say anything or not. After a few minutes he decided. "I never had any friends around the place I lived, or in pre-school; my cousin wouldn't let anyone be friends with me. My Aunt and Uncle always made sure I knew that I was a freak." he said, not looking at the man. He then realised that the man knew his name, but he didn't know his, "What's your name?" he asked, still not looking.

"Sirius Black, or Padfoot, that was my nickname." Sirius said, barely controlling his anger at the injustice of the world to Harry.

There was one thing that he needed to know, "Harry? Look at me, please." Harry looked over to him. "I know this must be hard for you, but I need to know, did your Aunt and Uncle hurt you?" he asked gently, which was a feat for him considering the amount of anger he felt at the moment.

Harry immediately turned away; he felt hot liquid behind his eyes and he told himself he was not going to cry, which always worked when he was with the Dursleys. He felt a pressure under his chin which was Sirius' hand, who turned his chin to look back at him. When Harry saw Sirius once more, he saw the kindness in his eyes and the promise never to hurt him. He had no idea how he knew this, he just did; he had been able to sense people's intentions occasionally, and now when he saw Sirius, he knew that no matter what happened this man was here for him and always will be, and in that moment everything he had learnt to survive at the Dursleys fell and smashed into a gazillion pieces, and Harry fell in to the waiting arms of Sirius and cried.

When Sirius had turned Harry's chin back, he saw the inner battle on his face. He saw shock, confusion, and sadness mixed. Sirius then let go of Harry's chin, and opened his arms for his Godson, and he was sure at that point he saw something snap behind his eyes, and Harry crumpled in to his arms and cried.

Awhile later, Sirius was just sitting there with his arms around Harry, rubbing his back comfortingly. He barely heard the question spoken by him, "Wizarding?" But when he realised what he had said, Sirius had to laugh, as it would seem they had got way off topic.

"Yes, Harry, Wizarding as in magic. I'm a wizard, your Father was a wizard, your Mother was a witch, and you are a wizard too."

"Magic exists?"

"Yep, in fact the two Aurors that placed you here brought a trunk full of books, clothes, and stuff for you. And they left a letter, do you want me to read it?"

"No, I can read." stated Harry, reaching for the offered letter.

Dear kid,

I know this is probably shocking for you, and you're probably scared. We just wanted to tell you how sorry we are, but we are under oaths to do as we're told by the Minister Fudge. If we don't, we would die. Even though you will be going to Azkaban, we wanted you to have something to help you, and maybe someday you could escape with the amount of power you have; I wouldn't put it past you Included in the trunk is several hundred books, clothes of different sizes, and some food pantries that are never ending, and a few wands that were confiscated, hopefully you'll find one that'll work for you. Now, I think it's about time that I tell you what happened. Well, we're not entirely sure. All we know is that you did some very powerful accidental magic, and blew up Number Four Privet Drive. I am sorry but we believe that the adults present in the house were killed; because other than you, there was only one other individual alive, a Muggle child who has gone into fostering now. I'm sorry. I hope that you'll get out of there, but it won't be easy.

Aurors: Riker, and Stevens.

P.S.: We have a feeling that we'll be obliviated after we drop you off.

"Erm..." was all Harry could say.

"Any questions?" asked Sirius, which earned a small glare from Harry.

"Yes, actually if this is a prison, what are you doing here?"

Sirius sighed; wondering how to go around this. "I was framed for the murder of 12 Muggles, a Wizard, and everyone believes me to be the one to betray your parents." Sirius said, seeing no reason to lie to him, as he seemed smart for a five year old. But at the look Harry was giving him, he knew he had to go on and explain better.

After telling him the whole story, the two prisoners were worn out. "Listen it's late. Why don't we get some sleep, and you can start reading those books tomorrow? If we want to escape here, we're going to have to get you magically capable, and I think it's only the left over magic pouring out of you from the magical explosion that is saving you from the effects of the Dementors, but I don't know how long it'll last." With that, the two laid down on the floor for some sleep. Sirius was the only one feeling the presence of the Dementors, but after using his animagus form so much he didn't feel it as much in human form anymore, not that he knew the reason behind that, but what ever it was he was grateful.

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