The fireplace of Number 12 Grimmauld Place burst to life with green flames, and Sirius emerged, followed by a stumbling Harry, whom if he could would convince anyone, he did so quite gracefully. Sirius was the only one around, and was not convinced. He even seemed to find his godson's little entrance to be a bit endearing.

"If you had enough comedy at my expense, Sirius, I suggest we better get this on quickly," Harry muttered.

"Right-o," Sirius grinned, mocked a salute and left towards the stairs.

Harry sighed. After a moment, he walked towards the living room, passing by a corridor. There was a large blackened portrait on one end. It used to house the portrait of Walburga Black, Sirius's mother. Not quite a dignified woman, in Harry's opinion, an opinion that is shared by his godfather. She did nothing more than shout curse words at them, which Harry had learned at a very young age, much to Sirius's dismay.

Three year old kids shouldn't curse like sailors.

Sirius Black then made it his personal mission to remove the portrait from its place. The permanent sticking charm on the portrait made it impossible to move, so in the end, Sirius burnt the portrait. Repeatedly. The only House Elf of the house, Kreacher, who wasn't particularly nice to both of them, committed suicide out of shock that his 'true' mistress's face transfigured into an unrecognizable color similar to coal.

As for the boy who cursed when he was three, Sirius was, thankfully, able to correct Harry, explaining that straight on expletives lowered your standing as a citizen. It is much better and much more fun to curse with 'polite' words after all.

The Black family had to live to its particularly ominous name. Either by being a zealous follower of the Dark Arts like most of the family, or be a complete prankster like Sirius.

The living room was Harry's, as far as anyone was concerned. He adopted it as his own living quarters. His books were scattered around, and the computer prototype he had painstakingly built was still on, running diagnostics. The web browser was still on, mostly on Nicolas Flamel. While the muggles at a whole do not know about the Wizard World, it was stupid to assume that Wizards think their little world wasn't touched by anything remotely of muggles.

Witches and Wizards from muggle families have grown quite in numbers. They weren't also ignorant in how the Internet works, and began to make community-based websites on all their learning's in the magical community. Muggles believe such sites were role-playing sites, make-believe. Purebloods don't even know their world is actually somewhat exposed.

The muggleborns will inherit the world, Harry thought as he began to close the browsers one by one. Of course, if he gets his way, he could give the purebloods a fighting chance, depending how stubborn they are though.

"Oi, Harry, where are you?" Sirius's voice called from the hallway.

"Living room," Harry replied.

Sirius appeared with the Hogwarts letter, still sealed with red wax, and over that, Hogwart's Seal. Handing it over to Harry, the man then looked towards the computer as Harry began to tear his envelope open.

"Still playing with your Corn Pewter?"

"Computer," Harry corrected, not even looking up from his work. "And no. Just closing a few programs. We know where the Stone is, so no need to research Flamel."

"Right," Sirius replied, a lie. When his godson mumbles anything about muggle toys, it was better to reply that way. Harry had a habit of turning to a completely annoying know-it-all if Sirius replied with anything else.

Finally opening his letter, he skipped the first page (which was just a formal greeting) and read the part telling him what he had needed to bring. Some were pretty much bought and done, like Harry's wand for example, which he had tailor made for himself by a Wandcrafter, and most of the books were in the Black family library, still in good condition. Harry never had to worry about having his books outdated. Muggle books take ten years to update it to current events. Wizard books take even longer.

The only thing he would need then was a few cloaks.

"Let's reply to the Deputy Headmistress," Harry began, "and then we go to Diagon Alley for some school cloaks."

Sirius just smiled. He began to fake a few tears. "My little godson, James little Pronglet is going to Hogwarts. After all the tantrums of not wanting to attend, it's finally here!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Aren't you glad, my esteemed godfather, that you can now visit your daughter since you can't just dote on me anymore?"

There was something elementary funny in seeing a grown man's left foot sliding, over a carpeted floor no less, almost completely making him slip and fall to his backside. Sirius was lucky he was able to grab the edge of the table. He would have embarrassed himself further.

"Wha," the man sputtered, "don't be silly, Harry! We're on a job. I told her I'd visit after our business is concluded."

"You may as well visit her," Harry replied easily. "After all, I don't have a definite plan on how to take the Stone from Hogwarts. I have a whole year to plan it, and I seriously doubt I could come up with one in just a few months. In fact, I personally will write to her as soon as I get on the Hogwarts Express and tell her you are free."

"You wouldn't," Sirius declared, only to spot Harry's dangerous little smile. He conceded. "You would."

He sighed.

"Cheer up, Sirius," Harry declared as he moved towards the hallway, to the fireplace. "Better you than me."

"Sure, whatever, Harry," the man muttered, planning a little payback when this was all said and done. He then finally smiled as a thought entered him. "Well, it's Japan… best pace to have some good ol' snuffling."

"Too much information, Sirius," Harry declared, dead-pan.

Bones Residence, Hampershire

It was first of September. Quite an exciting day for Susan as this was the day school term started. Odd, having such reaction for a young child, if one could say. However, there is a reason why Susan was excited in going to this particular school.

Just a few weeks ago, she had learned something rather fantastical. She was a Witch. Not just any ordinary Witch, but the celebrated Girl-Who-Lived.

Silly name, yes, but apparently, the people couldn't get enough of it. Yesterday, that was proven when she, along with one Rubeus Hagrid, a gigantic and kind man, went to Diagon Alley, a hidden magical little part of London. It is there where they bought most of her school things, and discussed more about the Wizarding World.

Hagrid, as the man allowed Susan to call him, worked at Hogwarts. Oh, he had so many things to say to her about the school. Many praises for Dumbledore, the current Headmaster of the School, and with Susan's inquisitive nature, not only had she gotten some tidbits about Hogwarts (like the Four Houses, and their histories), but also a little bit about the gigantic man.

There was one thing though that Hagrid had been very privy about. When they were in Gringotts, the Wizard Bank, Hagrid had shown coached her on how to withdraw. Showing the key Thomas had given her earlier that day, she was put in a rather wickedly fast cart towards her own personal vault, number 777.

Her parents left her quite a bit of money, and if what Thomas said was true, that wasn't all of it.

Next was Hagrid's trip, in his own words, to acquire the 'you-know-what in vault you-know-where'. Not much subtly, and Susan had to groan a bit at that. It was rude, she knew it, but couldn't help but be curious to see what was in vault 713. The vault door was enormous, and according to Griphook, the Goblin who drove the cart and assisted them, the vault had a high security detail. Yet what Hagrid took was a small-clothed bag, which he immediately put in one of his enormous pockets.

He entertained no question about that particular item, but was very generous on the other things. He helped her with her books, and even with the picking of her wand.

Susan flipped the stick between her fingers, her eyes slightly mesmerized by it. Ollivander, the owner of the Wand Shop, described it as 'nice and supple'. Eleven inches of holly, and in its core, a phoenix feather. The man had expressed curiosity, and when Susan had asked for him to clarify, proceeded to tell her that her wand shared the same core as the Dark Queen's own wand.

Susan shivered, though promptly put that at the back of her mind. It would do no good to psyche herself out at this day. She was about to taker her first step as a legitimate Witch in the magical world, and no, the trip to Diagon Alley didn't count. She quickly exited her room, knocked hard on her uncle's door, and went down the stairs, towards the kitchen.

As she prepared breakfast, listening to her uncle groan on how early it was, she only smiled. There was no way she was going to be late today.

King's Cross

Thomas yawned rather loudly as he walked beside the rather excitable Susan, who seemed to hum. She had reverted back to a kid… not that it was wrong. He had always seen her so serious and maybe just seeing her act as if she was of her age was a bit disconcerting. Thomas just said nothing, just smiled at her supportively.

Or tried at least.

"I need more coffee," Thomas muttered as he rubbed his eyes.

Susan just rolled her eyes.

King's Cross station was full of people. Mostly muggles minding their own business, though some were staring at a few people who walked in robes, their kids talking about Quidditch (which Susan learned from Hagrid and her uncle is quite a famous sport played in the Wizarding World). Thomas just sighed, though unperturbed.

"You'd think keeping the Masquerade would take priority," he muttered. "In the old days, I'd have waved my wand and start Obliviating people…"

Spotting his niece looking at him oddly, Thomas explained, "Obliviate is a spell which erases a target's memory. It is the bread-and-butter spell for Unspeakables like me, as we were called in for containment in case a muggle gets a wee bit too close in discovering the Wizarding World."

"So there will be those Unspeakables here to erase memories?" Susan asked.

"Not really. Look at the muggles," Thomas pointed out at the people staring at the poorly-disguised Wizards. "Perhaps it has been going too long, but they are mostly used to it. Rumor has it that they are convinced that it was a joke played annually at September First, where cross dressers come out and play, with owls, rats and odd cats."

Susan looked a bit sheepish, and continued on her way. When she reached a column that had two signs on its side naming platforms nine and ten, she and her uncle met with a rather large family of red-heads. Identical twins were talking to their mother, a pleasantly plump woman.

"Fred, you next," she stated.

"Its George," one of the twins declared. "Honestly woman, can't you tell that I'm George-"

"And that I'm Fred?" finished the other.

"Sorry, George dear."

The twins smirked, and the first one, who called himself George, just declared, "Only kidding. I am Fred!"

The boy then rushed forward with his cart, and to Susan's amazement, passed through the column wall between Platforms Nine and Ten. He also began to cheekily called his brother to hurry up.

"Wow…" Susan commented.

"Quite an intricate work," Thomas began. "You'll notice none of the muggles are even looking when someone crosses the barrier. That's because the whole area is covered by a rather large 'notice-me-not' rune lines running across this place."

"When do I learn that?" Susan asked.

Thomas chuckled. "Sorry, pumpkin. 'Ancient Runes' is an optional subject you can take during the Third Year, and even then, you won't be learning anything this complicated."

Susan pouted, though she smiled as she settled herself beside a red-headed boy of her age, probably the young brother of the twins. He is somewhat tall for his age, thin too, his face with freckles and a somewhat long nose. He looked a bit skittish, nervous. She couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him.

"Hey," she greeted, friendlily.

The boy looked at her, and his face flushed a bit, the red color reaching his ears. "Um… hey," he greeted back, if a bit lamely.

"You okay?"

"Quite," he replied, calming down.

"I'll go first, then, if you don't mind."

"Sure," the boy nodded.

Thomas, who was behind them, said, "Go for a run. Easier on the nerves."

"Got it…" and Susan made a run for it, disappearing as her cart hit the brick column.

"Now, Ron," the plump woman began to dote on her youngest, who looked slightly annoyed. "Wait a minute before going in as well. Give her a moment to give you space."

"Yes, mum," Ron sighed, and after a few seconds later, he too took a running start.

Thomas smiled towards the plump woman. He knew who she was. Molly Weasley. It was unmistakable; all her children had red hair, a signature family feature of all Weasley's. A good family.

"His first day, eh?" Thomas asked politely.

"He won't be the last too," Molly returned the smile, and patted on the young girl who situated herself beside her mother, very shy. "Next year, it'll be my little Ginny's turn. Oh, excuse me. Molly Weasley, mister…?"

"Thomas Bones," Thomas replied, extending his hand, which Molly shook immediately.

"Bones," Molly looked thoughtful. Her eyes widened when she realized it. "Then that girl…"

"Yes, my little Susan," Thomas nodded.

"Goodness. Susan Bones has returned," Molly whispered, noticing the crowd of Wizards gathering around. Some had recognized the girl. Others just arrived with their kids.

"Oh mom," the little girl, Ginny, suddenly looked a bit excited. "Can we see her? Please?"

"Ginny! She's not someone to ogle at."

Thomas chuckled, but whatever comment he was about to say was muted when two figures appeared beside them. One was a young boy with a pale complexion, and messy raven hair. He wore rectangular wire-thin spectacles, and behind those were very cold green eyes. Beside him was a handsome man with a well-defined face, his hair done on a ponytail. The boy wore a dark and expensive looking suit, while the man wore leather-clad clothing.

Whispers broke out.

"Is that Black…? Then the boy's…"

"Potter…"

Molly pulled Ginny closer to her, her face unreadable. There was a hushed silence amongst the crowd. The boy only looked around, spotting the crowd staring at him. Others glaring. His face didn't change one bit.

Harry sighed behind the plastic visor of the helmet that he was forced to wear. Times like these allowed Harry to work his brain, but unfortunately, riding at the carriage beside a roaring bike didn't exactly help the boy in his thinking process, so he decided to just sit on his thoughts until he was on the train.

He knew the only real way he could break into Hogwarts without causing any commotion was to attend as a student. He wasn't completely sure about going to Hogwarts though. Even if he was inside, the odds of him getting the Stone without being caught were at least forty percent, and those were optimistic figures right there.

Sirius was driving his motorcycle. He was singing something, probably the song he was listening from his iPod, which Harry had modified to work with magical surroundings, like his computer. The iPod was filled with songs from muggle bands. Witch and Wizard bands don't exactly record their songs electronically, though Sirius didn't mind. He always told Harry that his mother was very knowledgeable about music, and introduced Sirius to a few bands.

"Did you know there's a song with my name in it?" Sirius had asked Harry, smiling.

Harry sighed again as the man was speeding up. I don't care if you listen to Highway to Hell, Harry thought darkly. There are stop signs and speed limits, so follow them.

Finally, they arrived at King's Cross. Sirius parked his bike, and Harry stumbled out of his carriage, removing his helmet while he was at it. He then began to straighten his dark suit, his favorite clothing. It is functional because muggles won't even look twice while one wore them, and it is something wizards wore. The rich ones at least. Plus, they were very comfortable.

Of course, a boy in a suit climbing down from a carriage beside a motorcycle looks out of place. Sirius didn't help, as he was wearing a full biker ensemble: leather jacket, leather pants, and all of them had metal spikes in specific places. Of course, no one thought about it too much. Any muggles looking were mostly females, and they were winking and giving Sirius a few seductive looks, while ignoring Harry.

Thankfully, Sirius was a great distraction. While they were looking at him, Harry worked on taking down his trunk. The carriage had been modified magically, and it had bigger space than it actually looked. The trunk itself was charmed to be lighter as well. If anyone had been looking, they would spot an eleven-year old kid pulling a trunk as big as he was from a carriage that was almost as small as he was.

Sirius then got a trolley, and loaded the trunk on it, making a somewhat macho show for the women still looking at him. He was so concentrated on impressing more women that he didn't notice Harry going on without him. And when he did, Harry was already in the entrance of the train station.

"Done parading around?" Harry asked when the man caught up to him.

"A little harmless fun," Sirius replied evasively.

"You can tell that to your daughter."

"That's below the belt."

As they arrived at the walkway between Platforms Nine and Ten, Harry began to notice a few eyes on them. There was a whisper amongst the crowd, though their words were pretty clear.

"Is that Black…? Then the boy's…"

"Potter…"

He stared at them, his eyes never wavering, his face unchanged. He knew this reaction. It was what he got when he was out in public. It hurt him a lot before, but now, no more. He was older, and he had better things to accomplish. Gripping his trolley handle harder, he passed by a plump woman with a young red-headed girl, who looked at him in a confused manner. Beside the woman was a confused looking man. He just stole a glance at Harry.

Ignoring them, he just waltzed towards the barrier wall, opting for a walk rather than a quick dash, and just let the magic wash over him as he found himself into Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, revealing a scarlet steam engine, warmed up and ready to go.

It was the Hogwarts Express.

"Oi, Harry."

Harry looked back, and saw Sirius walking towards him. The man then gave the young boy a gruff hug.

"Sirius," Harry complained. "People will be staring."

"Embarrassed?" the man asked with a chuckle.

"No… but if you're close to me, people will start talking," the boy whispered.

"Let them," Sirius replied with a gruff growl. "Look, Harry, forget the Stone. Go to school. Make some friends."

"I can't do that," Harry whispered with a hint of hate in his voice. "Do you regret sticking with me Sirius?"

"Don't be silly, Harry. What would you do without me?"

"I can think of lots of things…" Harry replied easily, smiling slightly. "Just be ready. Hopefully in a few months, I'll have all the information I need to carry out the heist."

Sirius let go of the boy, and nodded. "Need help with the trunk, or finding an empty compartment?"

"No," Harry replied.

Sirius ignored that, and began to scatter the kids in the carriage, looking for an empty compartment. When he found one, he put the trunk in the empty corner, and gave Harry another gruff hug.

"Take care of yourself, Pronglet. And if you're not in Gryffindor, at least be at Ravenclaw. Hell, I'll take Hufflepuff. I'll disown you if you're sorted to Slytherin," Sirius declared.

"Really Sirius?"

"I'm really serious!"

The pun wasn't lost on Harry, who just rolled his eyes. The man continued to look stern, though his grin threatening to appear destroyed his expression. Sirius let himself out, giving one last serious look at Harry by means of popping his head back into view before completely disappearing. Harry just sighed, closed the compartment door, and sat down on the seat, looking out the window.

He saw her again. The Girl-Who-Lived, this time hugging an older gent, probably his guardian. He never got a really good look at her back in Diagon Alley, but now, he could see her features clearly. She had brown hair, almost red if one looked at it in an angle with the sun behind it. She had a sharp face, and inquisitive brown eyes.

She was currently talking with a red-headed boy, and older twins. Judging by their reddish hair, he concluded that they were the Weasley family. Their mother, the plump woman whom he passed by earlier with her daughter, also appeared, telling the young red-head something, and proceeded to wipe his nose with a handkerchief.

Embarrassing. The Girl-Who-Lived though just watched everything with a slight smile, non-judgmental look obvious in her face. Another Weasley appeared, older than the twins, puffing his chest out to show he had a golden badge on his robes. He then looked Susan, his face in some awe.

The old gent then hugged her, and waved goodbye as he passed through the barrier once more, disappearing without a trace. She was left there, standing, looking at the barrier, probably with a frown on her face, some sorrow. It is a normal thing to feel somewhat lonely separating yourself from your guardian, especially at her age.

Suddenly, she turned and looked directly at Harry, her eyes narrowing. Harry didn't react, and just returned her stare whilst keeping his face neutral. He then began to look at her with a critical eye, judging how she moved her face, maybe subtle facial twitches. The Weasleys then seemed to mention something, and her face reacted in surprise, and suddenly, suspicion.

Harry pulled the blinds down, and kept it down the whole trip to Hogsmeade.

Well, this is embarrassing, Susan thought with a slight smile as the plump woman had grabbed his youngest son, who introduced himself earlier as Ron Weasley, and began to wipe his nose with a handkerchief.

"Mom, geroff!"

"Ah, has ickle Ronnie got somfink in his nose?" one of the twins, who came behind Susan, asked. He then smiled at Susan's presence. "Hey Bones."

"Hey," Susan greeted, smiling. The twins had helped her earlier in loading her trunk towards a compartment earlier. The boy joined her after a while, but got off to give his last goodbyes to his mum.

"Wow… it's really her!" the young girl beside the matriarch Weasley declared.

"Hush, Ginny," the plump woman gently admonished her daughter. "Has anyone seen Percy?"

"Probably on the Prefect's compartment… speaking of the devil, here he comes now," Fred (or was it George) replied.

Susan then spotted another Weasley. He was older than the twins were, and was striding towards them with an apparent air of dignity, with his chest puffing out. She never said it, but it made him look like an arrogant prat. He was obviously showing off a badge pinned on his robes. Susan shivered slightly… she had hoped this person wouldn't join the Police Force… until he toned it down, at least.

"I can't stay long mother. I am up front, with the prefects. We have two compartments to ourselves…" the boy, Percy, began.

"Oh come on, Percy," George (or was it Fred) began. "Can't you say goodbye to our good ol' mum? Don't be a prat. Even the great Bones here is accompanying ickle Ronniekins as he says goodbye."

Percy looked at him severely before looking towards Susan. His eyes widened. "You're Bones?"

"Yup," Susan replied easily. "Though don't listen. I'm out here to say goodbye to my uncle."

"Well, nice to meet you," Percy declared, though his facial expression stated he was at awe at her presence. He then looked at Thomas. "And you are, sir?"

"Thomas Bones," Thomas replied easily. He looked at his watch, and suddenly frowned. "Sorry pumpkin, I have to go. I'll owl you later. We have things to discuss."

"I'll miss you, uncle," the girl stated sadly, and accepted the hug from the man.

"Me too. Try not to cause too much trouble," he said with a grin, and separated himself from her. He then waved at her as he exited the barrier.

Susan waved back, until she felt an electric wave pass over the back of her neck. On instinct, she turned around, and saw a young pale boy with messy raven hair staring back at her. His green eyes were neutral, though she knew it was looking at her, studying her. She scowled slightly, narrowing her eyes. She didn't like the look the boy was giving her. Others just looked at her with awe. He looked at her as if he was examining his prey.

She wasn't the only one looking at the window though. All the other Weasleys and her uncle were as well.

"Hey mum… isn't that…" Ron began.

"It's Potter," Molly declared neutrally. The boys then stiffened when they heard the name, and tried to avoid looking.

Ron then looked a bit angry, his face suddenly turning red. It wasn't embarrassment this time.

"Potter…" he almost spat the word.

"Who is he?" Susan asked.

Ron looked at her with some amazement before he remembered that she was raised in the muggle world. "Harry James Potter… he killed his parents."

Susan blinked. "What?"

"His parents were Aurors, who got injured when You-Know-Who's followers attacked them at their place. They got injured so badly they had to be hospitalized in St. Mungo's for years," Fred whispered, not looking at the window. "When he was eight, he got a solicitor to give him authority to stop his parent's treatments. They died without magical support."

"And he got the whole Potter fortune in return," George finished.

Susan's face hardened, and stared back at the Potter boy with more force. He just stared back at her coolly, and then lowered the blinds, hiding him from view.

"Boys, keep away from Potter now, you hear?" Molly began. "Your father has heard some nasty rumors about him."

"No worries mum," George declared.

"Though seriously… what can an eleven year old do?" Fred whispered softly, so Molly wouldn't hear.

Susan heard it though, and even though she herself was an eleven year old, she thought: What could an eleven-year-old boy do?

A lot, apparently she would learn.

Author's Notes:

Set up some of Harry's background there, and some of Susan's. The next few chapters will focus more on Harry. Susan's run as the GWL will parallel Harry's at canon, though just a few changes, which I will hopefully be able to highlight. Anyways, thanks for the reviews. I'll continue the next chapter after I write out Atelier Uzumaki and Sin Eater. . People are waiting for those for a month now.