Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters or particular things connected to them from either universe. They all belong to J.K. Rowling or studio Sunrise. Any other possible characters, as in OCs, are all mine.

Summary: Harry lives with his successful parents in London and is on the road to becoming a world-class player in tennis. Having been homeschooled all of his life he jumps at the opportunity to attend a public High School and experience regular teenage life. Will he be able to fit in or will his past get in the way of that?

Pairings: Unknown.

Warnings: AU as in another universe, meaning there will be no magic or Gundams in this story. If you have to have your Harry gifted with magic and your G-boys mecha crazed; then I suggest looking for another story. Oh, and another thing; this is not a 'Harry is an unhappy and abused orphan' fic. His parents and god father are all well and alive in this; just slightly altered to suit my plot, so I'm sorry if I mess up any persons' perceptions of any characters. Just to be clear; it would be better for you to expect most, if not all, characters to be, more or less, OOC with the altered conditions.

Extra warning: I will be using an actual existing school to put Harry in, but since I've never been to the school or been a student there; there is obviously going to be some inaccuracies. I will make most of it up and therefore I apologize in beforehand for future irritation for any possible readers living in the area. I guess you could think of it like an alternate universe?

Author's note: I decided to write and post the first chapter of this before doing the next of IMMOS. I'm using some tennis terms in this and will be again in the future. I'm lazy, so I'm asking you to first check it up in an online dictionary, like Wikipedia, before asking me. I'm not a tennis expert and only played it when I was between 11 and 15 years old.

Second Chances

Chapter 1

"The sounder your argument, the more satisfaction you get out of it."

Edward W. Howe

A black haired youth, otherwise known as Harry James Potter or just Harry within family and close friends, chased up to a yellow and white lined ball; which he leveled what they call a slice at. The ball lifted in its course and landed just outside the left singles sideline.

"You need to concentrate more Harry! Think about your footwork! Footwork!" Sirius Black, Harry's god father and tennis coach, yelled at him from the other side of the net.

Sirius Black was a former pro player who had been forced to retire; after having suffered a knee injury from a bad fall during a semifinal in the French Open. The young male, at the time, had been totally devastated by the notice from his doctors and sunken into a slump shortly after. Hadn't it been for his best friend, James Potter who also happens to be his student's father, Sirius might very well have ended up somewhere in the gutters of London; with the way the male was distancing himself from life itself.

A harsh word and long lecture from James forced a brusque awakening onto Sirius that made him realize that fame and glory wasn't everything. What was important was what you decided and made out of life with your own two hands.

An accidental discovery of little Harry using Sirius old racket and actually hitting the ball in the soft spot at the tender age of 6; piqued Sirius interest and he asked permission to train Harry during the boy's spare time. Ever since then Harry had been playing tennis, though his time with the racket was shared with his joy for football (soccer). It wasn't until the boy turned twelve; at which he had started to show real promise at the sport that he began to solely focus on tennis under the devoted and watchful eye of his god father. Sirius might be a tough coach but he was all the same careful and had Harry go to monthly check ups for any possible bone or muscle damage. Harry was still a growing boy after all, so it was important to not put too much stress on the child's body.

The older man sent another ball flying to the opposite and other half of the tennis court; making Harry run for it and he was barely able to return it with a lob. The ball's lack of force made the ball easy enough for the man to give it a resounding forehand; sending it shooting past Harry and hitting the right hand corner on the spot.

"You're supposed to be coaching me, Sirius. Not go for the Grand Slam." Harry lowered his racket with an annoyed glare in his god father's direction.

Said god father sniffed haughtily and pointed his racket at Harry.

"And how are you going to win the Grand Slam with that lousy underspin?" He flung back, raising an eyebrow.

"It's not lousy! You're just a tennis crazed monster!" Harry replied indignantly.

"A monster which you have to beat to even be able to compete at the next US Open! There are lots of more monsters like me out there waiting!"

Before Harry was able to make a scathing retort though; the door to the inside tennis court opened to reveal a middle-aged man wearing the appropriate gear of the family butler. The graying man coughed discreetly behind a gloved hand before addressing the two.

"Young Mr. Potter and Mr. Black, Mr. and Mrs. Potter have requested your presence in his office to discuss a few matters." The butler, a Mr. Bonesworth, informed them.

"Bonesworth! Practice isn't over yet; we have over an hour left!" Sirius complained, or whined if you were to ask his friends.

"It is urgent matters, Mr. Black." Bonesworth pressed on in a definitive voice.

"Fine, fine… Practice's over Harry." Sirius' shoulders slumped in defeat. "We'll just add two extra hours to tomorrow's round then." He added with a devious grin.

"What?" Harry shouted after Sirius who was halfway to the door by now. "Sirius!"

"Daddy's calling Harry. You don't want me telling your mother about what I found under your bed last week now, do you?" Sirius waggled his eyebrows at the youth who attained a nice shade of red.

"You wouldn't!"

"You sure?" The man said in a nonchalant tone.

It took Harry a mere second to rush after the man out the door as Sirius disappeared out of sight.

"Sirius!"

In the outskirts of London; a Mr. and Mrs. Potter were the owners of a dashing estate of which interior had been completely designed by the wife of the couple. Lily Potter, previously Lily Evans, was a well-known interior designer that has put her touch to many people's homes. James Potter, on the other hand, owned a prestigious law firm that he had founded himself and through his tenacity and sheer ability had managed to turn it into what it was today. A damn good ally in every court proceedings you might find yourself in.

Both could be found talking quietly to each other as their long time friend and son came bursting through the door; still dressed in shorts and t-shirts drenched in sweat. Harry found a grip on Sirius shirt and was about to jump onto the man before noticing his parents' mildly surprised faces.

"Oh…mom…dad…hello there." Harry said sheepishly and reluctantly let go of his god father, narrowing his eyes in a silent threat. The other ignored him though and did a nice bow to the pair instead.

"Ah, my dear James and Lily; how are you on this delightful day?" The pleasant and polite tone coming from the jokester made Harry roll his eyes.

"We're fine Sirius." Lily answered with an amused smile.

"I see you still haven't lost your touch you old dog." James chuckled.

"Old? I'm as young as I'll ever be and it'll be a few more ten years before this whelp here is even going to be close to defeating me." He sounded nothing but smug.

"He's only seventeen." James said. "I don't mean to brag about my own son, but isn't Harry better compared to how you were in that age? I don't remember you getting the chance to compete in the US open until your were at least twenty." James said bemusedly.

"Details." Sirius waved a hand in dismissal. "Though I wouldn't expect any less, I'm the one who trained him after all."

"Don't you think I deserve the credit since it's me whose talent we're talking about here and admit it, you're just the ball boy." Harry crossed his arms and enjoyed watching his god father's face scrunch up in irritation.

"You ungrateful little-!" He began.

"Sirius."

James called everything to a stop. He turned back to his son with a serious face.

"Harry. Something urgent has come up within the firm recently that needs for me and your mother to stay in America for a year starting next month. I know it's rather sudden, but the new client is a high profile business man down there that has requested the law firm's and my services explicitly."

Harry frowned at his parents.

"Wait, are you saying you're leaving me here? Why can't I go with you?"

"We think its best that you stay here in England sweetie. It's for your own good." His mother put in reassuringly.

"I don't understand. What's so wrong with me going to America too?" Harry replied confused. What could be so different from England to America anyway?

"Nothing really." His father reassured him too. "We just think it's safer."

"I can take care of myself." Harry pressed on stubbornly.

"Yes well, it's a bit too late to look for and arrange a tutor for you within this short of time." James said, seemingly looking for reasons to not have Harry come along with them.

"I could go to school there." Harry suggested, becoming a bit eager. "I've never gone to a regular school before and I've always wondered what that would be like. Ms. Cromwell is the most tedious person I've ever met on this earth!"

"Harry, you have to think about your training. This is an important time in your life. How are you to keep up with your practice schedule?" James cut in but Harry smiled.

"Sirius could come with us. Couldn't you Sirius?" The teen turned to say the last part to the man.

James made a strange hand motion behind his son's back but Sirius missed it and smiled largely back at Harry.

"You're aiming for the US Open so why not go a little bit earlier to take in the competition? Yeah, why not." Sirius grinned and winked at James who shook his head.

"I'm not sure." His mother said unsurely, looking from her son to her husband.

"It'll be fine Lily. I'll keep an eye on the little baby." Sirius said and ruffled Harry's already wild hair.

Harry fended off the hand.

"I'm not a baby and I will soon be eighteen!" He grumbled loudly.

"In a year." Sirius laughed. "Like I said; it'll be fine." Sirius said and reached to rub Harry on the head; who pushed the hand away again.

James and Lily eyed them both warily. They had not forgotten about the fact that they had nearly lost their son so many years ago. They had been terrified that it would happen again, so they had arranged for private tutors. As a consequence; little Harry had seldom set foot outside the estate and never alone. He was only allowed to go out if he had Sirius or someone else they trusted accompany him. Rash you might think but mostly any parent would go to any length to protect their children from harm.

However, Harry was seventeen, just a mere year from being a legal adult. Maybe they had been too strict with him and spending some time amongst other children his own age would be good for him? He would have Sirius with him, so they guessed everything would be fine. The man himself could be like a child sometimes but he was capable of being a responsible adult when he needed to be.

"Alright." James said eventually.

Harry made a whooping sound of joy.

"There will be conditions for you to follow." James interrupted the teen's happy dance. "You are to tell Sirius your whereabouts all the time. Don't start slacking on your training schedule and behave like a responsible young man."

"I can do that." Harry said confidently, grinning all the while.

James made an expression that indicated that he wasn't all that confident about that himself like his son was. He sent a look in his best friend's direction and received a nod in return. It basically meant; 'make sure he stays out of trouble' or as Sirius interpreted it as; 'I'll have your ass if anything happens to him'.

"Promise me you'll be careful and not do anything rash honey." Lily ordered her son lightly.

"I promise mom." Harry answered in a bored voice.

"You better young man." James said sternly.

"I know dad." Harry said.

He grinned and went dashing out of the door. He had so much to do!

The next few days found Harry hooked up to his computer and researching various High Schools in California. He had been given the opportunity to choose a school himself. His parents were to live in Los Angeles but he had been told that they didn't want him living in such a large city. Of course Harry had argued against it but his parents won out by playing the 'parents card'. He failed to see any logic in that decision and deemed it abuse of power. He didn't realize they were doing this because, again, that they felt this choice safer.

"Stupid parents" Harry had muttered to himself while he tried to find his way through the various schools' information.

To be honest, he didn't have a clue what he was supposed to be looking for in a school. He simply lacked that kind of experience(not ever having gone to one) and the schools' proclamations all varied; they had the greatest facilities, all the bright students came from their school, your best chances were with them, and etc. He'd never had to worry about this kind of stuff before, since his parents had always arranged everything for him. He was almost beginning to regret talking his parents into this just because of all this confusing things. Almost that is.

Maybe he should ask for help from them? No, no. He would do it himself if it so took him all night to do it!

Harry's eyes stopped for a second as he scrolled down the page. Looking through the sports section of the school he was currently going through; Harry had noticed two things in particular. The school had a tennis club that was famous throughout the state and had even won the state championship last year. The name of the school was Irvington High School, a public high school that was located in Fremont, California. It had a student population of about 1500. The second thing that had caught his attention was that amongst all the sports clubs he found that they also had a football club, or soccer as the Americans called it over there.

How long have it been since he last played football? Five years now? He couldn't help but to miss the sport somewhat. It had been fun playing with other children even if he never really got to know any of them; since his parents had whisked him away as soon as practice was over and returned to the safety of the house. Only his incessant urging and whining had made his parents agree to him playing in the first place.

'Maybe I would be able to play some again…' He thought fleetingly. That is if Sirius would let him. On the other hand… Sirius didn't have to know, now did he? Harry smiled smugly to himself.

Anyway, making it easier for himself Harry made Irvington his first and only choice; certain that he would be able to convince his parents to let him go there. It filled all the requisites that they had stated so it shouldn't be any problem. Located in a not so big city, it wasn't that far from Los Angeles for his parents to visit him and the school itself was moderately sized.

Harry had been lucky. His reasons for choosing the school despite actually only been based on the tennis club's existence and former success; his parents had agreed with it. His parents though had also looked more into the academic part of it and found it more than satisfactory. Apparently the school was known for its many bright students and excellent courses as well. Harry only hoped the teachers at the school were nothing like Ms. Cromwell… He was immensely pleased (more like deliriously euphoric) with having not to bother with her again.

After that his parents had quickly arranged for a place for him and Sirius to stay. Though how they had managed to find a large enough house equipped with both an indoor and outdoor tennis court was beyond him. Something to do with the previous owner being a tennis fan whose company had gone bankrupt and he had had to sell it they had said. Of course Sirius had been more than overjoyed with their placement and the strange gleam in his eyes had promised lots of hard work and sweat drenching practice hours.

Harry couldn't wait.

Yes, he was being sarcastic. It's Sirius we're talking about here people! The man was the devil incarnated itself when it came to tennis.

Now, what do you need when you're going to high school?

Harry was becoming awfully aware of how little he actually knew about going to a normal school and how to behave in one. He'd also been a bit shocked to hear that the students at Irvington started school 8 in the morning and classes ended at 3 in the afternoon, which was a big difference from his 9 to 2 periods. Ms. Cromwell had said something about the extra time equaled the quantity of the students, he thinks, but it could also have been that Harry's attention span didn't last that long; as that was what she had muttered to herself shortly after first answering his question.

He was supposed to start school at the 24th of August on a Monday and go to the students' reception to fetch his schedule 8 sharp in the morning. First half day of school was spent choosing the different extracurricular activities and elective courses that the students would want to study. The second half would consist of getting to know your homeroom teacher and fellow classmates. Classes would start for real the next day. Or so it all said in the pamphlet the school had sent to Harry's parents after his application had been accepted.

So now he would just have to wait for the date for his scheduled flight to arrive and live through the 'last-week-of-practice-in-England-for-a-year' from hell.

Harry was jittery and he was slightly shaking from suppressed excitement as he observed the many people walking and rushing past them in the enormous international terminal of the Heathrow airport. With his travel hand bag in one hand and a large suitcase in the other he stood with his god father in line waiting to check in their luggage.

Harry stamped his foot impatiently at a large man that was engaged in an argument with the desk attendant about the excess weight of his luggage. Apparently it was barely overweight but it was enough for the attendant to demand an extra fee for it. The problem was that the man didn't really want to do that; saying that an extra kilogram or so didn't matter that much. The employee disagreed and it was another five minutes until the man grudgingly paid the additional cost for his luggage and left the desk grumbling loudly about incompetent workers.

Adjusting his cap to cover his pale scar on his forehead, like he had been instructed to; Harry stepped up to the counter alongside his god father. It was seldom that he was recognized, however the scar's unusual shape made it an eye catcher. His parents didn't want the tiniest chance of the news of him traveling to the US broadcasted to the public. It was enough that that annoying female reporter (what was her name?) kept insisting on an interview even if it had already been 13 years since his kidnapping. His parents had never allowed any reporters close enough to their son to even get a word out of him except for the day that he had been found.

A sharp edged scar on his forehead was his only remnant from his child kidnapping. Harry himself didn't have any memories of the event and it was all for the best according to his many child physiatrists. However because of that he hadn't been able to help the police identify his kidnapper or kidnappers and they were still on the loose.

Letting Sirius do all the talking; Harry took the time to inspect the flight board hanging above them. Their flight was to leave at one in the morning and arrive at Los Angeles airport eight in the evening. It would be better for him to stay awake for the whole flight and sleep when he got to Los Angeles, but how he were to stay awake for that long a time with only three or so hours of sleep…

'They are all raging mad if they think I'll stay awake for that long…' Harry thought tiredly and tried to repress a yawn that almost threatened to dislocate his jaw.

He dimly noticed Sirius flirting shamelessly with the poor girl attendant who kept blushing and fumbling with their luggage as she attached the identification papers onto the handles. She checked both of their passports; pausing for a few seconds with Harry's but was distracted by a comment about her eyes from Sirius. She smiled shyly and returned them back to him.

Grabbing their hand luggage; Sirius and Harry made their way for the stairs leading to the security check.

"She's staring at me isn't she?" Sirius asked with a smug grin.

Harry cast a short glance back at the check in desk and saw the girl totally ignoring the next waiting traveler while she stared dazedly in their direction.

"How exactly do you do that?" Harry asked after they had gone up the stairs and turned a corner.

"It's all in the genes Harry. I was born with it you see."

"Right…" Harry said halfheartedly.

"What's with the low attitude?" His god father pouted.

"Sirius… It's practically in the middle of the night and I haven't slept for more than 3 hours!"

"Ooh, testy, testy. Just don't fall asleep on me on the plane now. The jetlag will hit you harder if you do."

"I. Know." Harry glared tiredly.

"Okay." Sirius replied lightly.

A minute went past and he began to hum a jolly tune under his breath.

"You're doing that on purpose, aren't you?" Harry exclaimed in a frustrated voice after a few seconds.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He stopped to say before continuing.

"Never mind!" Harry let out and stalked ahead of Sirius.

"Aw, don't be like that Harry. You know I love you with all my heart!" Sirius shouted after him and earned him quite a few strange looks from onlookers.

Harry made a strange moaning and growling sound.

"You do too? That makes me so happy!" Sirius clutched at his heart and chased after Harry who instantly hurried on his steps.

"Stay away from me you idiot!"

"Harry!"

Tired travelers and bystanders became the surprised audience to a strange scene of a teenager stalking past them hastily, with a man close on his heels sprouting nonsense and stupid gibberish about his undying love for the apparent youth.

Going through security had gone fine. Waiting for the boarding to start had been alright. Sitting through his first lift off with his hands clutched tightly to the armrests of his seat; had not been pleasant. The sudden shift in altitude had made his ears ring painfully and he was grateful when they had finally reached the appropriate height that the ringing also had stopped. After that the flight was pretty much okay.

He spent the eleven hours it would take to LA on the plane, switching between listening to music, to reading a novel he'd brought with him, gazing at the clouds beneath them through the window and inspecting the food they got on the plane. Let's just say that he was not impressed with it and he was not a picky eater either. Not all, he quite enjoyed various different foods and had even learned to cook some dishes with the help of the house chef. Not having any real friends Harry had befriended some of the general staff on the estate and on that way learned some things besides simply calling for a servant to get the job done for him.

At one point in time Harry noticed that old man again squabbling with one of the stewardesses about something and he glumly realized that he would have to spend nearly half a day with that man. Oh joy. He already had his hands full with handling Sirius and he really didn't need another headache to worry about.

Harry dubiously eyed the man sitting in the seat next to him.

He was going to be living with the man alone. His parents had downsized his living arrangements as much as they could without causing discomfort. As such they wouldn't have any help with any regular house chores and with the looks of it… It looked like Harry was going to be the one to do most of it. He could still remember the time when Sirius had tried to use the washing machine and it had ended up in little pieces. He was banned from ever touching any machinery that wasn't a car or a motorcycle ever since. Not that the man complained; he could laze about as much as he wished now because of that.

"You worried?"

Sirius voice brought his eyes back to the male from watching the night sky outside.

"Sort of…?" He answered uncertainly, not quite sure. "I just realized that all this is so new to me. You went to a regular school right Sirius? How was it?"

The man looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Well, your father and I, alongside your mother, went to the same boarding school in Scotland and it was alright I suppose. Teachers were alright and classes were alright, with some exceptions. Nothing bad or good to say about it really, well, running wild in the hallways were always fun with your father." He grinned in remembrance. "Oh, and the girls too were fun." He added and Harry had to roll his eyes at that.

Of course, couldn't forget about the girls now could he?

"How come you're not married like dad then?" Harry asked innocently.

"Ah, well, that is… just never got the chance, you know what I mean…" Sirius hurried to say.

"I know what you mean. You're saying that they all realized what a prick you were and then went off to marry guys like my dad." Harry smiled sweetly.

The male's eyes narrowed and he leaned toward the teen with an evil glint in his dark eyes.

"Just you wait you little whelp when we get to Fremont and I have you all by myself. Then we'll see who's smiling."

Harry tried to laugh in response but it came out more like a nervous chuckle.

"I'm sure there's a girl somewhere out there that's willing to marry someone like you." He all too late realized that his wording hadn't exactly been the best and the strengthened gleam in the other's eyes promised definite payback later on.

Harry paled.

"Sirius… No, I-I mean…"

"Twenty laps around the court as soon as we get to the house." Sirius said evilly.

Harry groaned pitifully and burrowed his nose in his novel; dreading their arrival at their new resident and what his god father could possibly have planned for him.

Harry's armrests suffered through further abuse as the plane got ready to land. He ignored Sirius cheeky comments as they got out their hand luggage. In the mood he was not and all he could think about was to get into a soft bed and get some well deserved sleep.

He was a bit unnerved by a pair of large security guards that kept spanning their eyes across the many people who had arrived with the plane from London. He made sure to stay as inconspicuous as he could. They retrieved their suitcases and went outside where Sirius hailed a taxi for them.

They arrived at the hotel they were staying for the night at. As soon as Harry got himself over the threshold of their room, he went straight for one of the beds and threw himself down onto it with a relived weak shout.

"Finally!"

"Don't forget to brush your teeth." Sirius said from his sitting position on the other bed.

"…'m not a child…" Harry mumbled into the pillow but he nevertheless rose tiredly, roving through his suitcase before stumbling to the bathroom.

The door swung close and the sound of running water came next. A few minutes later a muffled curse was heard. Harry came back into room looking very tired and annoyed. He had a large stain of water on his t-shirt who seemed to be the cause of the earlier abuse of the English language.

Throwing the shirt at the floor he undressed down to his boxers and crawled into bed; digging himself down beneath the layers of sheets.

He never noticed Sirius rising to his feet and tucking him in properly as he almost instantly made for the land of dreams.

Several knocks on the door had Harry rising himself up into a sitting position on the bed. He watched through bleary eyed eyes how his god father opened it to accept the small cart filled with various breakfast foods from the male employee.

"Wha?" He yawned and stretched his arms above his head.

"Room service." Sirius replied, rubbing his hands together. "You hungry?"

A loud growl from Harry's abdomen answered him.

"I'll take that as a yes." He winked.

"What do they have?" Harry said with more clarity as he became more alert.

He swung his legs to the side and did some more stretching.

"Oh, bagels, fruits, egg & bacon, different juices…" He continued list a few more.

"Did you order the whole kitchen or what?" Harry said amusedly.

"Something like that." Sirius laughed. "I didn't know what you would like, so I figured why not."

Meanwhile Harry had trudged across the floor to inspect the cart and its contents.

"You are aware that I'm not a picky eater right, Sirius." Harry said and popped a grape into his mouth.

"I didn't know how you would react to American cuisine, so I thought it wouldn't hurt to have some variety to choose from." He shrugged and picked up a plate of bacon.

The man took a seat at the round table by the panorama window. Harry came over with his own fruit filled plate and a glass of orange juice. The city skyline welcomed his morning tired eyes and he reveled at the difference in scenery from what he was so used to. In the distance he could barely make out the Hollywood sign. It was smaller than what he had imagined it to be.

"Are we traveling to Fremont today or tomorrow?" Harry asked absentmindedly, chewing on a bagel.

"We're taking another flight later today from LA to San Francisco. Then we're renting a car to Fremont." Sirius answered him.

Harry frowned slightly.

"Why couldn't we have gone directly to San Francisco?" He wondered.

"I really wanted to see the Hollywood sign." Sirius said while grinning from ear to ear.

"You're joking right?" Harry said disbelievingly and coughed on the fruit piece that almost got stuck in his throat.

"Of course!" Sirius chuckled. "No, your parents wanted to stop by once before you leave for school since they don't know when they'll get the time to next time."

Harry's parents had gone ahead of them to get settled in while Harry's dad met his new client and discussed the case, hence why Harry had been traveling alone with only Sirius.

There was another knock on the door and Sirius agilely rose to his feet.

"Must be them!" He exclaimed.

Having opened the door Harry had a second to acknowledge both his parents before he was enveloped in a tight embrace by his mother, who had nearly flung herself across the room to reach him.

"Harry! Are you alright? Did the flight go fine? You didn't get airsick or anything did you?" She rambled on and Harry only shook his head to all of her questions.

"I'm alright mom." He said and tried to gently push her away when he saw Sirius making pouting faces at him above her shoulder.

"Well, you do seem alright to me." She said and held his cheek with her hand. She turned his face from side to side and inspected his features closely.

"The boy is fine Lily." James said from his position beside his best friend.

She let go of her son, albeit a bit reluctantly, and adjusted her clothes.

"Makes sure to keep me updated Sirius. If anything at all happens to him I want to know about it, you hear?" She ordered him.

"You can trust me Lily dear."

"Like when the time you said Mr. Wilson's class was cancelled?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Wasn't it cancelled?" Sirius frowned, trying to remember the event in question.

"It was, after you had sent him on a wild goose hunt for students smoking in the woods behind the school, that is." She reminded him.

"How could I have known that he would get himself lost in the process?" Sirius said innocently.

"Maybe because you knew the poor man had only been a teacher there for a month and that it were no students in the woods to begin with?" She asked knowingly.

"So I made a mistake." He said and didn't sound sorry at all.

She made a humming noise while she searched her purse. She pulled a slip of paper and pressed it into Harry's hand.

"If you ever need us sweetie, me and daddy are just a phone call away. Don't feel afraid to tell us that you want to go home at anytime."

"Thanks mom." Harry said, going along with his mother.

"Good. Now then." She turned back around to her husband who had stood mostly silent until now. "James and I will be going now and make sure you do not miss the flight Sirius."

"Like your mother said Harry. Phone us anytime you want and we'll work it out." James said before ushering his wife back out of the door. Probably before she could remember anything else she wanted to say and they'd run the risk of being there all day.

Lily waved a good bye to her son before James closed the door behind them.

Harry sagged back into his seat with a sigh. He rubbed his forehead tiredly and shielded his eyes from the early morning sun.

"I wish she could just lay of a little bit. How old does she think I am?"

"A mother's privilege Harry. Live with it." Sirius sat down with Harry again. He picked up a piece of bacon and gobbled it up.

"Don't forget your meat." He said in-between mouthfuls. "I think I saw some slices of ham there somewhere." He waved in the direction of the room service cart.

"I'll take some later." Harry said.

"Good. Don't want you ending up without the necessary nutrients just because you're in a new country."

He paused before continuing.

"Want to watch some TV after breakfast? I think I saw a notice in the newspaper of a friendly game between one of the Williams sisters and Davenport scheduled for this morning."

"And it's not because you have the hots for any good-looking, female players?" Harry asked suspiciously.

His god father looked rightly offended at the insinuation.

"Of course not! I only admire their skills as the great tennis players they truly are." Sirius said with a faked serious tone while reaching for the TV remote.

Harry made a good impression of his mother when he hummed at the older man and popped another grape into his mouth with an exasperated sigh.

He rolled his eyes yet again at the male and tried to ignore the man while focusing on the various shots the players did on the screen.

'One would think he's the teenager and not me.' He thought and watched the game.

Eventually his mind slowly strayed away from the game and he was soon thinking about what sort of people he would meet on his first day of school. He tried to imagine what they would be like, but Harry had no idea that they would exceed his expectations and then some.

AN: There ya go folks. The first chapter is out! I hope you liked it. I've made a poll with the three most voted main pairings. You can find it on my profile page, so please go there to leave a final vote! I'll announce the result in the next chapter. Until next time! /Lin