A:N: Hey guys! So, I've received some positive reviews for this story, and I've decided to continue! Well I hope you enjoy, here it is!

Dudley and Harry stood watching Petunia, and Vernon as they walked. Harry could easily tell that Dudley was disappointed that his parents were leaving. But Harry was actually happy on the occasion.

After a few minutes or so, neither Harry or Dudley could see Vernon or Petunia. They had drifted from sight.

Dudley huffed, and plopped down to retake his spot upon his large chair. Harry couldn't help but wonder what business the Durselys were up to.

Harry took his sweet time using obvious clues to come up with an explanation. They were probably off to buy a new blazer. If not, something else for Dudley.

Harry turned his head to see Dudley examining his shoes. Harry thought they ought to get going so they could have some time to look around. Harry new Dudley was dieing to go to the Modern Warfare exhibit, but Harry wanted to slip off without Dudley, and explore his own interests.

"So?" Harry asks.

"So what!" Dudley stood up with an angry expression etched upon his pudgy face. He now towered over his cousin. Harry could hear the crack of Dudley knuckles, and winced at the horrendous noise.

"Should we go or not?" Harry had dealt with Dudley so many times, that he was no longer afraid. Just because Dudley was big, it didn't mean he was tough, and Harry knew this.

Dudley cooled off, and sat again.

"We have to go to any exhibit I want." Dudley said, Harry considered this for a moment. He pondered on weather or not he should stick with Dudley, or perhaps make a deal with him. But Dudley couldn't be trusted. If Harry and Dudley parted Petunia and Vernon would be very upset.

"How 'bout I go where I want, and you go where you want, and we don't have to deal with each other. As long as you don't tell your mum, or dad." Harry said quietly,

"They're bound to find out sooner or later!"

"How so?" Dudley sat there for a moment,

"I guess... The lady up there would see us leave separate ways." Dudley tried, 'What and idiot!' Harry thought.

"We can go down that hall together, and split up. She wouldn't see us then."

"Fine." Dudley agreed,

The two boys walked down the hall which would branch out in different directions soon according to the maps.

"Are you sure we're going the right way?"

"Dudley, there's only one way to go!" Harry exclaimed, Dudley glared at Harry.

"Don't treat me like I'm stupid!" Dudley huffed, "Or I'll pound you!"

"Don't ask stupid questions." Harry did not make eye contact with Dudley, as he threw his fit. Harry knew that giving him attention was like satisfaction. He just looked away.

They'd only been walking for a few minutes when the hall broke apart into to separate directions. "Where do we go?" asks Dudley, Harry had already studied his map, and knew exactly which direction would lead him to his desired location. He wasn't going to do it for Dudley.

"Check your map." Harry answers, as he walked down the far right hallway.

"Don't walk away from me!" Says Dudley, but Harry ignores. 'Keep on walking.' he thought, 'Keep on walking.'

Harry was surprised that there wasn't a security guard around. Usually in places like this security was tight. With ancient artifacts. Authentic clothing, and weapons. A big attraction for any thief.

The lights above Harry flickered, which was strange, given that fact it was a brand new building. Every once in a while Harry would pass a door leading to one exhibit. Another door, a bathroom? Custodian closet, perhaps? There would sometimes be a lounge chair pushed off to the side, a table propped against it with several magazines on it. The last chair Harry passed look recently occupied.

Maybe there were other people here. Harry stopped at a sign that read Civil War Exhibit to your next right. 'Good.' Harry thought. He was beginning to feel like he'd gone the wrong way.

He took his next right, which lead him into a thin corridor. At the very end was a door. Harry, now jogging, got there in no time. He wrapped his small-boyish hand around the cold golden colored door knob. The door quickly popped open. Harry entered.

He was quite amazed by all of the room's content. Wax figures dressed in red coats held their rifles out on the left side of the room. The blue coats stood on the other. The figures were so intricate, and highly detailed.

Harry, whom did not have a speck of artistic skill in his body, was easily amazed by things of the nature. As he proceeded, he felt as if he had been walking straight through the war. On the walls were paintings of the colliding enemy's. Guns sat carefully, and unloaded on their stands. A real blue coat, and red coat was neatly hung in a glass case. Helmets that had had a good, but long life hung on the walls.

Harry spotted a board in the back. It had some sort of information on it, and Harry was just about to proceed towards the board, when he heard something. A bark, a howl, perhaps? What could the noise possibly be?

Harry was starting to feel as if he was being watched. He felt exploited, and had a sudden urge to leave, and find Dudley. He was now turning towards the door, when BAM! It was shut. Harry's heart pounded, and he rush for the door. He grasped the door knob, but the door did not open. It was locked. Harry frantically went about the room, when the same barking like noise was heard again.

"Who's there!" Harry asked, on the verge of tears.

"I'm here." Was a voice "Come on. Turn around, boy." Harry's eyes were wide. His feet were planted to the ground. He could not move. The temptation to look lingered around him, though. "Look at me." Harry very slowly turned his head to face a scruffy man. His hair was gnarled, and shoulder length. An overgrown beard, much unkempt, was in a tangle above his chest. His face was thin, and gaunt. With dramatically high cheek bones. He wore a black and white rags, which made him look as if he was a jailbird. Harry looked to the man's feet. He has canvas pulled over his feet and tied off with a rope on his ankle. A shackle hung on his right ankle, which was only followed by two chain links. Harry was dumfounded, and scared.

"Who... Who- Who are you?" The man smile showing yellowed teeth,

"I'm Sirius Black."

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