Some of these scenes were pulled from

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (or Sorcerer's Stone, depending)

I thought that some aspects should remain similar,

And they were funny so I embellished them a bit :)

I am not JKR!

Chapter Sixteen

Accidental Magic

"Uhm, Mr Evans…You have a phone call." Came through the speaker on his desk. He sighed, he really needed to get these files finished, he didn't want to take them home with him tonight.

"Can you take a message Claire? I really can't take a minute right now." He said quickly, letting go of the button and resuming his incessant scribbling.

"No, I'm sorry sir…It is your son's school, they said it was an emergency." She said in a nervous voice.

Sirius growled at the phone before pushing the intercom to reply. "You should have just started with that. I don't put my son on hold for anything." He snapped. He really needed to get out of this office. He wasn't an office kind of guy. He was an auror, an order member. He was the front of the line, throwing hexes and taking curses kind of guy. Not the sit at a desk, with a window overlooking the town, putting in numbers executive kind of guy. This was not Sirius Black. But this was Sirius Evans. Muggle. Lead accountant for the largest firm in the area. He had always been exceptionally good at arithmancy, this wasn't much different, it was far easier in fact. Stupid disguise, stupid. He picked up the black phone in trepidation, what was happening with Harry now?

"Can I help you?" he said gruffly into the phone.

"Oh, uhm, yes, I need, I need to speak to Mr. Evans, father of Harry Evans..."a nervous voice said in reply.

"I'm Sirius Evans. What can I do for you? Is Harry alright?"

"Oh, Mr Evans, I am so glad you were available. It took a minute and I was worried." She fretted, he vowed to fire his secretary.

"I am always available for my son." He said simply. "Now, is he alright?"

"Well, yes, in a manner of speaking. There has been an incident, and I don't really know how to explain it. It seems unbelievable." She rambled.

Sirius raised his eyebrows, this couldn't be good.

"Maybe you should just come here to the school. If you are able to that is."

He sighed, looked like he was taking work home afterall. "Of course, I will be right there. It takes me fifteen minutes from the office. Will he be alright until then?" a small pit of worry had blossomed in his chest.

"Oh, Oh yes, he will be fine, he will sit tight until you get here." She said in an odd voice.

He heard Harry speak angrily in the background. "That's not funny."

If he could speak then he wasn't too bad off. "Alright, I will be there in a few minutes."

He sat the phone down and stuffed the rest of his documents into his briefcase. He looked at Claire and her falsely blonde hair piled ontop of her overly made up head.

"I'll be out of the office for the rest of the day. I had a meeting with Paul-Henri Arnoult at 3:00, could you please call and reschedule for next week. And if you could call my sister in law Jessalyn and tell her that I do not in fact need her to get Harry today. After that you can set the recording and take the rest of the day off. Thank you." He said simply before heading to the lifts and going down.

Rather than walking he decided to step into an small alleyway and apparate to the school. As he walked through the gates of the playyard he pushed his hands through his hair, letting it fall free of the minimal gel he used on it that morning. He loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the top button. This, suit, business guy, wasn't the father figure that Harry responded to. This man scared him a bit, honestly this man scared Sirius a bit. He really hated this job. He made his way to the school office and stepped inside, the first thing he noticed, sitting in a desk, against the wall was a thoroughly miserable looking Harry. His face was propped up on his hands, making his cheeks look smashed. For a second, the once chubby cheeks of his toddler were discernible in the now scrawny, gangly, child.

Harry heard the door open and turned his torso to look, his eyes filled with tears at the sight of Sirius. Nope, this couldn't be good at all. He raised one eyebrow at the boy and then turned to the white haired woman behind the desk. "I am here for Harry." He said with a grin, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder."

The woman's eyes widened in shock slightly at his appearance. Apparently tycoon business executive daddy made everyone nervous.

"Oh, Mr. Evans. Let me get his teacher and headmaster for you." She bustled into a room down the hall behind her desk.

He turned and looked at his godson. "What did you do?" he asked with narrowed eyes.

Harry looked frantic "I don't know." He squeaked.

Sirius shook his head, he was reminded forcibly of James in moments like these, it gave him a pang of guilt for all the pair of them had put Mr. and Mrs. Potter through. "How can you not know?" he asked flatly.

Harry tried to squirm around but seemed frozen in fear. "Because I-" he started before the headmaster walked in, followed by a very pretty young muggle that Sirius knew from the classroom tour, was Harry's teacher.

He turned away from Harry and held out his hand, they shook it in turn.

"So to what do I owe this visit." He asked, a smile pasted on his face.

"Mr. Evans, I am so glad you got here in such good time. Well we have a bit of a situation." Headmaster Labarge said with a hint of a grin.

It made Sirius relax, it couldn't be that bad if the headmaster found it funny. Then again Dumbledore had been known to laugh at some of the insane things that he and James got up to. But Dumbledore was a touch barmy if you asked Sirius.

"I think that Miss. Hulett would be best served to tell us what is going on."
The young brunette teacher flattened the front of her pinstriped skirt and spoke softly. "Well, Mr. Evans."

"Please, just call me Sirius, I hear Mr. Evans and don't even realize you are talking to me." He said amicably.

"Right, Sirius. Well we both know that Harry can be a bit rambunctious." She said gently.

Sirius chuckled and glanced at the now pouting boy. "If he is just a bit rambunctious then I am the king of England."

They all laughed, Harry huffed from his place against the wall, arms folded over his chest.

"Well, he was running about today, nothing I did brought him to attention. Finally I scolded him. I told him to sit his backside in his chair and if he moved it again I was calling you. Well he did sit, immediately, but when it was time for us to go out to the playground, well he couldn't get up. He somehow managed to glue himself, very effectively I might add, into his seat. I can only assume he was going to play a prank on someone else and it backfired."

Sirius actually let out a bark like laugh before walking over to the small desk and kneeling beside it. "Playing pranks?" he asked.

Harry was scowling. "No. I was sitting down."

He chuckled and put his hands under Harry's arms and tried to lift him. He didn't budge. His own eyes widened as understanding hit, this was not a prank gone bad, this was accidental magic in its finest. Thinking quickly he obliviated the memory of the teacher and the headmaster standing a bit away from him, ever thankful that they had drilled the memory charms into the brains of all aurors. He pointed his wand at Harry, who flinched, before suddenly feeling the chair release him. He stood up looking adoringly up at Sirius, who was now thanking the teacher and shaking the headmaster's hand again.

"Thank you so much for thinking quickly and using the glue remover. I'll take care of his classroom behavior as well. He will see you in the morning. Thank you for understanding, he won't be playing anymore wayward pranks."

"But! BUT I!" Harry tried to argue before being silenced by Sirius' best business man look. He shrank into his side, nearly disappearing behind Sirius' legs.

"It-it wasn't a problem at all Mr. Evans, we will see you another time, and Harry tomorrow." The headmaster said, slightly confused.

Harry remained quiet until they were off the school grounds and Sirius started laughing, he felt himself be lifted high into the familiar arms.

"Congrats little bit. That was your first lesson in exposing the wizarding world. Now do you want to tell me how you accidentally stuck yourself to your chair?" he chuckled.

"I-I-I I'm not in trouble?" Harry asked, stunned.

"No way! You can't be in trouble for accidental magic, it isn't like you can control it."

Harry was astounded. "But running around in the classroom." He stammered.

Sirius laughed harder. "Are you kidding, while it is important to sit and learn and to respect your teachers, I can't punish you for something I myself had trouble with myself. Jamie couldn't sit still in lessons either. Just wait until you get to Hogwarts and meet McGonagall, I guarantee you that any gray hairs you see are there because of me James and Remus. Now what happened?" he asked as he sat him down and they started their walk to their house.

"She said to sit my bum down and not move it again or else she was calling my dad. I didn't want her to call you, so I sat down and swore I wouldn't move. So I didn't. And then it was time to go play and I couldn't." he pouted. "What happened?"

"That Harry, was accidental magic."

0o0o0o0o0o

"Mr. Evans. It's your son's school." His new secretary's voice came through the intercom.

Sirius shook his head, this was the fourth call in 6 weeks. Harry's magic had come in with a bang…Sometimes literally.

"Tell them I'm on my way." He said simply, not bothering to pick up the other line. It was a good thing his job was flexible and he could take work home. Who knew raising a little wizard would be so complicated.

He walked out of the office and waived to the brunette at behind the desk. "You know the drill, all meetings, and conferences, leave the new schedule on my desk." He said over his shoulder as he stepped onto the lift.

Walking into the primary school's office was always nerve wracking these days, he had been there so often that he was on a first name basis with the staff.

"Hi, Sirius." The light haired headmaster said with a smile, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Hey Gerald. What did he do now?"

"I don't know how he did this. I really don't. You-You have to see it." He said, shaking his head.

Sirius sighed and followed the man into the back offices, he walked in to the office labeled Headmaster and his jaw dropped. He quickly bit his lip to stop his laughter. Standing, looking furious was Harry's teacher, complete with blue hair. And Harry was standing against the wall, his face in his hands.

"I-I-I What happened?" Sirius stuttered, looking from the mortified and angry woman to his equally mortified and scared son.

Before he had more memories to wipe he muttered a nonverbal color change charm, making her hair flash back to its normal color, cast an itching jinx and then cast another memory charm.

With in seconds she was wiggling at scratching at her arms.

"I am so sorry he put itching powder on your chair. Really, I don't know what has gotten into him. I am almost afraid that my mum was right and my son is ten times worse than I ever was." He said with a grim smile.

"It's quite alright. Harry, I have about had enough of this pranking." The headmaster said sternly.

Harry looked at his feet. "Yes sir." He whispered before being led from the school by the hand.

"Daddy! I didn't mean to!" he wailed.

"BLUE HAIR!" Sirius hissed.

Harry shrugged, "I don't know, I wasn't even mad, it just happened, I don't even know how she knew it was me!" he whined. "She's pickin on me."

Sirius raised his eyebrows. "It was you."

"Yeah, but SHE didn't know that." He huffed.

0o0o0o

"How in the love of…How did he get on the roof!" Sirius blustered staring at Harry who did have scratched up knees and a bloody lip.

"Best we can tell a few older boys were picking on him and he was running, thus the scrapes and the lip, next thing we knew he was on the roof." Colleen said with a sigh. "The boys that were picking on him have been taken out of school for the remainder of the week. I thought you should know."

Sirius nodded and looked at Harry who still had tears on his face. "I think the wind caught me." He said through his swollen lip, eyes wide.

This time Sirius thought he might could get away without a memory charm. They seemed so distressed about the bullying that they overlooked Harry being on the roof.

0o0o0o0o

Sirius was sitting on the sofa around noon on a Friday when an owl, one he recognized to be a ministry owl, swooped through his open window. He opened the sealed envelope and sighed. He yelled up the stairs at Harry who was playing. They had come home early today after the lunch room attendant had tried to force Harry to eat Shepherds Pie and it had exploded in her face.

"Harry, get your little wizard bum down here, we have to go somewhere for the afternoon!" He called up the stairs.

Harry came down the stairs two at a time. He had changed from his school uniform into a pair of muggle jeans and a purple Pride of Portree tshirt.

"Where we goin?" he asked, Godric trailing behind him by the tail.

"Apparently we are going to the Ministry of Magic in London. To explain why I have charmed so many muggles lately." He said, eyes narrowed.

Harry shuffled his feet. "While we're there….Do you think we could go to see Godric's Hollow too?" he asked softly.

Sirius' voice caught in his throat, he looked out the window, it would be much colder in London. "It is end of November Harry. It is going to be awfully cold." He hedged. He hadn't yet taken the boy to the cottage, or the graves, he had just never really shown an interest.

"I will wear a coat, and your old Gryffindor scarf. Oooohhh can we visit Hogwarts?" he asked, getting more excited by the minute.

"Well that, I can tell you with certainty is a no. And if we get out of the ministry before night fall we will go to Godric's Hollow."

Harry frowned, "If we don't can we go tomorrow?"

Sirius sighed in response. "Yes, if we don't we will go tomorrow. I promise."

"What about Diagon Alley? Oooohhhh or Hogsmede?" He was literally bouncing now.

Sirius laughed. "What if we go to the ministry, I contact Dumbledore while we are there, and we go by what he thinks? If we go tomorrow I can probably get Uncle Remus on board with Jess and Sammi. And while we are at the ministry today we can stop and see Mel and ask her to come. Maybe she would let us just stay at her flat so we don't have to travel in the morning." He knew that would be a wrap, and easy to do. Mel had been begging him to bring Harry to her place for at least a year, she even had her guest room set up for him. Maybe it was time, Harry seemed ready after all.

Harry spun in a circle, making Godric fly. Happiness was alight on every plane of his face, he had always wanted to go to London, the place his dad and mum and uncles were from. "YAY!" he squealed to the lion. "We're going to London, we're going to London. "