Author's note – I apologize for such a long time in between updates. Real life has been very hectic for me these last couple of years.

Thank you for reading :o)

Harry held tightly to Sirius' hand as they walked through Diagon Alley, his green eyes wide at the shops. Never before had he seen such things – owls sitting contentedly on perches, brooms that were meant for flying instead of sweeping. People rushed about them, dressed in every way imaginable. He was brought out of his observations by the now familiar voice. "Sorry?"

Sirius smiled, pointing to someone across the way, "Look, there's Moony."

Harry let go of Sirius' hand and raced over to Remus, "Moony!"

Remus smiled warmly at the boy, surprised yet pleased that he had taken to him so quickly. "Well hello, Harry! How are you this morning?"

"Okay. Are you going shoppin' with us?"

"Not today, I'm afraid." Upon seeing the little face fall, he quickly added. "But I'll certainly accompany you for a little bit."

Harry smiled happily, "Yay!"

Sirius smiled for an entirely different reason. "Would you mind keeping an eye on him while I stop at the bank? I don't want to expose him to the goblins unless I have to." He briefly described the incident with Kreatcher earlier that morning.

"Sure, not a problem."

"Thanks mate, I appreciate it."

By the time they stopped for a late lunch, they had visited most of the shops in Diagon Alley. Harry had enough clothes to last him quite a long time, several books, toys and anything else a boy needed. Including a humungous, over-sized sack of candy, any kind of candy you could imagine.

Harry's head bobbed sleepily and Sirius worked on his second cup of coffee. Using his wand, Sirius shrunk all the packages down to fit into his pocket, scooped up the now sleeping Harry and off they headed for home.

The next few weeks flew by as Harry became more and more comfortable in his new home and lifestyle. Sirius smiled on a daily basis as he watched the young boy come out of his shell and really open up to him. One evening, at bedtime, Harry had come to him in the living room with one of his new books and asked to have it read to him. It would became a nightly ritual, one they both secretly enjoyed.

One night as Sirius tucked Harry into bed, the little boy mumbled sleepily, "G'night Daddy."

The smile that spread across Sirius' face could have lit up the night sky. "Good night Pup."

Harry was busily racing around the backyard playing some make-believe game. Sirius and Remus were sitting in the parlor drinking tea and discussing their favorite topic. Remus was currently beating the socks off of Sirius at a game of Wizard's Chess. "Don't you think it's time he was enrolled in school, Padfoot?"

"Probably."

Remus glanced up at him with a raised eyebrow, "Have you even looked into it at all?"

A shrug was his only reply.

"He needs to make friends of his own age, Sirius. Otherwise he may not be ready for Hogwarts in a few years. Both academically and emotionally."

Sirius knew his friend was right, however he had no idea where to even begin and told Remus as much.

"Well what about Molly Weasley? She has several children, all school-age. I'm sure she would have some advice on the subject."

Dark eyes brightened, "I don't know why I hadn't thought of that before. Doesn't she have a boy around Harry's age?"

"I believe so, yes."

Just then there was a crash from outside followed by a wailing cry. Both men looked at each other briefly before racing out the backdoor. They found Harry crumpled on the ground clutching his arm to his chest. Sirius was by his side in a heartbeat, scooping the boy up into his arms. "What happened, Pup?"

"I...I was tryin'...to...to fly."

While Sirius comforted the crying little boy, Remus held up the kitchen broom in his hand. "With this, little one?"

Harry nodded, "Uh huh. Like the cartoons on my blankets. My arm...it really hurts."

Understanding dawned in both mans eyes. "All right, to St. Mungo's we go."

"Um...it might be a better idea to take him to Poppy instead." Remus suggested. "We'd be in and out in no time."

"And probably avoid reporters too." Sirius muttered as he lifted Harry off the ground, "Okay Pup, here we go."

An hour later found the two men listening to the medi-witch go back and forth between chattering gently with Harry and scolding them for not keeping a better eye on such a young boy. Especially one who was so new to their world and deeply interested in everything 'magic'.

Poppy brushed the hair out Harry's eyes and replaced his glasses upon his face, "How does your arm feel now Sweetheart?"

He smiled, "Better. Thank you ma'am."

"You are very welcome." She gently touched his arm that she had placed in a light cast. "Your arm is going to ache for a while, even though I fixed the broken bone with magic, I couldn't heal it all the way. You need to rest for a few days. No running around like a wild banshee, understand?"

He nodded his head, wide eyed.

"And definitely no more jumping off your swing-set trying to fly."

She then turned on Sirius and scowled at him as she handed him two vials of potions. "Give him this smaller one tonight at bedtime, not only will it help with the pain but it will help him sleep. This larger one, give him a spoonful three times a day for 3 days, it will aid in the healing of his arm."

"What about the cast?"

She sighed, "That will dissolve on its own as soon as it is no longer needed."