A/N: Hi everyone. First of all, I'd like to start by saying that I'm back, and second apologize for being gone for so long. I know I haven't written anything in a LONG time (that includes on my other two accounts - yes, I have three accounts, this one, one by the name of sweetcrimefighter, and another by the name of Lieselot). I figure I at least owe my readers an explanation, so here it is. Firstly, I am disabled and chronically ill. I have a rare connective tissue disease called Ehlers-Danlos (EDS), Fibromyalgia, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Debilitating migraines and several other issues. All these issues only get worse with time, and, for a while, they did put me in a bit of a depressed state, especially because of the pain and isolation these illnesses cause. So, I stopped doing a lot of things that I love, including writing. Second, I took a writing course a few years back, and it was horrible, the teacher had nothing but bad things to say about my writing, and honestly, after a few months of hearing how horrible I was at it, I really wanted to stop writing all together. And, for a long time, I did. Now though, I've re-discovered the joy writing always brings to me, and am not prepared to give it up again. I can only hope that you'll be able to forgive me for abandoning something that has been a passion of mine ever since I learned to write.

Chapter 2

It was surprisingly easier to break into Azkaban than he'd thought or liked; he'd expected a challenge and maybe even a heroic fight to the death, but no, all he had to do was change into an eagle (his animagus form) and fly in through a window (for some reason the dementors even fled as he approached). Sulking, he flew to Sirius cell, where he transformed and wandlessly blasted the cell door open.

"Wha?!" Sirius startled as his door was suddenly blown to pieces by a miniature James with sparkling, green eyes.

"I came to break you out. Stupid buggers couldn't even give me a damn challenge," Harry said, then promptly headed to an outer wall and blasted it apart (as Sirius could hardly be expected to slip out of a barred window, as he wasn't yet as malnourished and thin as when he broke out on his own the first time around). "You coming or not?" He called back as he noticed Sirius hadn't followed.

Shaking himself out of his stupor Sirius turned into Padfoot and jumped out into the water. Harry, thinking it might be cool, jumped as well, though he didn't transform, figuring it would be more fun as a human.

The water was just below freezing and it stung like a bitch to hit the water from such a height and speed. "Bah, that sucked. Ah well, at least it was more challenging than those cowardly dementors. I am so getting back at them for that!"

Padfoot, a.k.a. Sirius, looked at the child (who looked somewhere between three or five years old – Sirius couldn't make up his mind as the child was so small) incredulously; a rather weird look on the face of a dog, Harry thought. If he could have, Padfoot would have shrugged it all off. Whoever this kid was (he had a feeling it was his godson, though had to wonder how the child became so powerful, and not to mention completely bonkers), he had gotten him out of that boring hellhole, which was good enough in his book.

Padfoot thought they would have to swim all the way to the mainland, which he was not looking forward to as he was bloody exhausted. However, once they were out of distance of the wards surrounding Azkaban, the kid grabbed onto the Grimm and apparated them both away.

They re-appeared, soaking wet, at a weird looking house that looked like a chess piece. Padfoot, after making sure no one was watching, transformed back into Sirius and held the kid back before he could walk toward the chess house.

"Now hold on there, kid, if you are even a kid. Who the hell are you? How are you doing so much magic without a wand? Where are we? And shouldn't we be running like hell since I'm now a wanted fugitive? Albeit an innocent one." The questions were fired off one after the other, and Harry started cackling like mad, actually falling to the ground. Sirius thought he looked more insane than when he had casually broken him out of Hogwarts.

Eventually, Harry managed to sober up (barely) enough to talk to his dogfather. "Ah, I'm hurt, Paddy. I thought you'd recognize your own godson when you saw him." He grinned cheekily.

"Huh, so, you are Harry then." Sirius deadpanned. "Now, how about we start running and you start explaining?" He tried to look stern and adult-like (really, a hard feat for someone like Sirius Black), but failed spectacularly.

"Nah, Luna and her dad will hide us, can't have Stubby Boardman going back to jail now, can we? Anyways, I'm a 'supposedly' insane adult from the future and was thrown back into my five year old body after I randomly chucked potions and cooking ingredients together for an experiment. And then I got bored, so decided to break you out. I still say the dementors deserve a pranking from hell for running away from me, lazy buggers."

Sirius stared, and stared, and stared. In turn, Harry stared back, intensely. For a second, the logical part of his brain (which was far and few between), wondered why he hadn't used magic to dry them yet, as they were still freezing and soaking wet. But, Harry decided he liked being wet (though he could do without the freezing part), so, he left them like that and went back to his staring contest with the dogfather, determined to win.

It didn't take long for Sirius to lose, as he suddenly fell down in a fit of giggles (honestly, he sounded like a schoolgirl). Harry hung his head and sighed; clearly, Azkaban had driven his poor dogfather mad in only four short years. Poor sod. Well, at least Harry was a sane and responsible individual (*cough* *cough*). Now, he couldn't wait to see Luna, wondering what the currently four year old would say; whatever it was, it was destined to be great!