AN: Here is chapter 3 and its technicality sill on time so yea. It also is much longer than the previous two chapters by almost 2000 words, something that I'm personally proud of.

This is a warning for the middle of this chapter where there is another scene where some rather nasty things happen to our hero. It doesn't get far, but for those that find that appealing skip down two paragraphs and you'll be fine. Reader discretion is required.

Secondary School

June 11th 1990

Professor Minerva Mcgonagall was sitting in her office at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Although the school year had come to a close one week prior here she was in her office working away. For teachers the end of the year was really the start of the perpetration for the new one. At least that is how things went for her. September the first was less than three months away after all and someone had to do the administrative work around here. Juggling the three full time jobs of Deputy Headmistress, Head of Gryffindor, and Head of Transfiguration wasn't something to take lightly and required lots of extra time in this office, even when the summer air was taunting her with its wonderful breeze.

It was here in this office that Minerva noticed something rather odd. Every year she was in charge of sending out the letters to all of the students making sure that they were prepared for the coming year, and while its true that most of the letters wont be going out for another six weeks, it was the first year letters that she had written up now so she could go and introduce magic to all of the incoming muggleborn students. It was on one such letter that was the odd thing; a letter written out to a dead girl.

Primrose Potter

The smallest bedroom,

#4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging

Surrey

It was a letter that was meant for a muggleborn student. It even came with the instructions on how to enter platform 9 3/4, where Diagon ally was, what the current rate it was from pounds to galleons, and a very helpful pamphlet titled 'So you have magic?' The Hogwarts quill was an amazing thing.

The thing was that Primrose Potter was long dead. Every one in the magical world knew of the sad tale that happened to that poor, young, family. On how Voldemort had sought them out himself, how he had killed James instantly, how he then went upstairs and caused such a devastating dark spell that it had completely destroyed himself, along with Lily and her daughter. But here she was holding the letter in her hands that was saying that the story that everyone believes to be true couldn't be the full story.

'What do I do?' Minerva asked herself. 'Do I tell anyone? Who should I tell? Albus? He was the one who was the first on the scene, he was the one who told the world that she was dead... Should I just go to her? Like I do with every muggleborn first year? If she was alive does that mean that Lily could be alive too? Maybe that is who she was living with. Lily did know the muggle world, after her husbands death it wouldn't be impossible for her to have retreated there for her own safety especially if she thought that HE was still alive.'

Minerva was lost in her thoughts staring at the letter when she heard a soft knock at the door. There stood Albus Dumbledore, the man who she didn't know if she could trust this very moment. "Sorry to intrude Minerva, but I was just stopping by to inform you that I have found a Defense teacher for this year. You might remember teaching her, Elizabeth Gilbert." Minerva stopped shuffling the papers on her desk and looked up at Albus.

Minerva did remember Elizabeth Gilbert, she was a Muggleborn Ravenclaw student who graduated in 1978 she was actually friends with Lily if Minerva remembered correctly "Wasn't she more gifted in transfiguration?" she asked.

Albus nodded his head. "Yes she was, but she is looking for a chance to try at teaching. You know how hard it has been to find a suitable teacher for Defense, the fact that she achieved an O on her OWL and on the NEWT is enough for me. Any way she has already handed in the textbook that that she wants to use for the course. I see that you are getting the letters prepared for the new students. I'll leave you to it."

Albus Dumbledore never did anything by mistake. Many people thought that he had gone senile years ago, but Minerva knew better. Being his friend and colleague for years had left her with an interesting view into her old teachers mind. He was always one who was stacking the deck certain was. If she didn't know any better she would say that he was one of the best Slytherins of them all. All that Albus did was for the good of all people. Bringing in one of Lily's old friends to teach this year, the year that if she survived, Lily's daughter would be starting Hogwarts. It could be a coincidence, but Minerva stopped believing in chance long ago.

Primrose Potter was alive. Maybe Lily as well. And she needed to go and discover the truth.

It was a beautiful summer day where Primrose Potter was enjoying the fact that school was done for the year by spending time out in the backyard gardening, enjoying the quiet of the lazy summer day. She could hear Dudley in the house playing on of his video games, Aunt Petunia was listing to the radio out on the patio while reading some trashy magazine, Uncle Vernon was at work, and all was beautiful in the world.

Lots had changed for Rose since Dudley's sixth birthday party. Her Uncle Vernon had kept his promise to her and moved her out of the Cupboard and into the small spare bedroom. There he bought all new furniture for her, and cloths.

It turns out that the Dursley's were receiving quite a bit of money for her every month. Some of it came from the state, but the majority came from her dead parents. It would seem that for her entire life her Aunt and Uncle were receiving a monthly amount of 1000 pounds from her parents estate. It was money that used to go to spoiling Dudley ridiculously, was now being spent on new clothing for her and a house keeper who came in three times per week. She cooked enough food on those days that all it had to do was to be heated before meals. In one night after an otherwise unremarkable event Rose had her life changed for the better. All that she had to do was to look pretty, and be a good girl for any of Uncle Vernon's friends and potential clients.

It was when Rose was relaxing, enjoying the summer day, tending to the garden. Glad to be done with primary school and her SATs, when a cat jumped over the fence into the garden. An ordinary tabby cat with square markings around its eyes. It walked straight up to Rose and nuzzled her affectionately.

"Hello there kitty where did you come from?" she said as she brushed the dirt off of her hands to pet the cat. Being a cat she just responded to purring, apparently enjoying the attention that she was receiving.

"Are you one of Mrs. Figg's cats? She has so many its hard to say. You don't have a collar, and," she looked inside both of the cats ears, "you aren't tattooed. You do look well feed though, I'm not saying that you are fat or anything, don't give me that look, but you don't look like you want for much. You must have a home somewhere. Maybe I'll take you down the street to check with Mrs. Figg, just to be sure."

"You know we used to have a cat. It was a ginger, fat, grumpy looking thing. We named it Marmalade, like the jam. Really for its colour, but I think that Aunt Petunia was hoping that some of the sweetness of the name would rub off on to his demeanor. It didn't really work. He was a bitter thing until the day that he disappeared. I like to think that he ran away, but I did see Dudley and some of his friends hitting a cat they they had caught with rocks and sticks as they laughed. I stopped them that time but... Well its not pleasant to think about."

"Aunt Petunia!" Rose called over to her Aunt while picking up the cat. "Can I go over to Mrs. Figg's? I think that this might be one of her cats."

Petunia looked over at the cat. "Where did that come from?"

"She just hopped over the fence, she defiantly belongs to someone. If she isn't Mrs. Figg's she will probably know who she belongs to." Rose had an idea, "We still have Marmalade's old things in my old room, if she doesn't belong to Mrs. Figg can we keep her for a few days till we figure out who she belongs to?"

"Sure, but she will be your responsibly though. And you actually have to check with Mrs. Figg first."

Rose smiled as she walked through the house and out the front to Mrs. Figg's house. It turns out that she wasn't home, that wasn't checking with Mrs. Figg, but she figured that she could care for the cat until Mrs. Figg returned from where ever the elderly woman went off to on Tuesday mornings.

Heading back into the house Rose put the cat down as she went to open the Cupboard under the stairs to grab the cat things. She pulled the water and food bowls out from under the camp bead, and the food from one of the shelves that sill housed some of the broken toys that she had smuggled away from Dudley. Rose went to shut the door to the small room when she noticed that the cat hadn't move yet.

"Common out." she told the cat. But that cat just looked around the room and then up at her. At the bed and the pillow, and then again up at her. Sighing she sat down on the bed next to the cat "This used to be my room. It still is some times, when my Uncle gets really mad at me. Its usually when he has his boss coming over and I tell him I don't want him to hurt me. It doesn't matter how many times it happens it always hurts..." Rose was quiet for a moment thinking back to all of the times that her Uncle's boss had been alone with her. "Any way, lets go get you set up in the kitchen." she told the tabby as she stood up from the cot.

The rest of the day went by rather slowly. Rose finished up her work in the back garden just in time for lunch. Aunt Petunia had put together some sandwiches with fruit for the two females and with crisps for Dudley. In the afternoon Rose took a book and a blanket out back and relaxed as she read the afternoon away. The reading was dry, a science textbook that was required for year seven, but she amused herself with watching the tabby cat as she appeared to be reading along with her.

As the sun started to hang low in the sky she put her things away and went to busy her self with starting dinner. Thanks to the house keeper most of it was already done, the real work was in heating it up and finishing cooking most of it so it appeared that it was fresh. Setting the table for the four of them was something that always seemed strange for her, but it was welcome not to have to sneak food as Petunia distracted the other two members of the family. She was the last to be served, but at least she was served now. All throughout the preparations the cat fallowed her around.

"Oh Rose, Five not four, your Uncle called. Mr. Gunther is coming over for tea tonight." Rose froze in a slight fear at her aunts words. "Quickly now, they will be here shortly."

The tabby looked up at Rose and meowed at her. "Mr. Gunther is Uncle Vernon's boss. The one who I told you about earlier." Quickly adding the other seat and table settings just as the sounds of the cars pulling into the drive way. Soon the sounds of two male voices laughing entered the house.

"Ah Petunia dinner smells lovely. Gorge and I will be in the living room having a drink before we eat. Rose, come in here and ready those drinks. Dudley out, go play in your room or something. I bet you have been sitting in front of this bloody thing all day haven't you? Get, until your mother calls you down to eat." Vernon was always a tornado of words when he was trying to impress someone, doubly so when he had the opportunity to boss someone around. Four years latter and he was still trying to cement his standing with George Gunther.

While the door was still open and Mr. Gunther was entering the house the cat ran out past the two men hissing at them as she ran. "What the bloody hell was that? Petunia did we get a cat again? I thought that we said no more after we had dealt with the last one?"

"I found it in the back garden today Uncle Vernon, I thought that it might be Mrs. Figg's but she wasn't home when I went to go and check. I thought that it wouldn't be too much of a bother if we watched her for a bit until she came home. We still had all of Marmalade's things so its not like we spent any money on the thing."

Vernon looked like he wanted to yell at her. After all the last time that they took in a stray it was still here ten years latter, luckily Mr. Gunther cut it first. "Ah that was a very kind thing to do there Rose, a very kind thing indeed. It says a lot about your uncle that he would raise a child with so much compassion."

Vernon cleared his through with a cough. "Yes well, it seems like the thing has run off for now. Just be careful about bringing animals in this house in the future, you never know what kinds of things that they might be carrying." It wasn't the lecture that he wanted to give but it was the most that he was going to be able to get away with under the current situation.

The two men settled to their usual spots. Uncle Vernon taking up his arm chair, Mr. Gunther taking up the love seat. Once Rose had brought them their drinks he insisted that she sit next to him. Together the two men discussed business. A dull subject for most adults let alone an eleven year old girl. Uncle Vernon pretending not to notice when his bosses hands wandered toward his niece.

Dinner was an equally boring affair. The business talk continued over the table. Vernon was sitting at one end of the table with Dudley to his right and Petunia to his left. At the other end was Mr. Gunther with Rose sitting to his right, his right hand mysteriously missing for most of the dinner.

When Desert rolled around Aunt Petunia pulled out a bundle of letters and handed them to Uncle Vernon. "Do you care to explain this to me?" he said motioning toward the mail.

"They all came in with the post today. I didn't know what to do with them so I thought that I would leave it for you to decide." Petunia explained looking at Rose from the corner of her eye but watching her husband for his reaction.

"Primrose, all of these are addressed to you, do you care to explain?" Vernon was eyeing her intensely. Dudley was grinning stupidly, Dinner and a show, his favourite.

"May I please see them? I cant explain if I don't know what they are." Vernon looked like he wanted to tell her off for talking back, but with company in the house made it more difficult. Rose was starting to get the feeling that she would be spending the night in the cupboard.

Instead of passing them over he decided to explain them instead. "They are letters from Boarding Schools, Prestigious Boarding schools if memory serves me correctly. Why are all of these schools sending you letters?"

"Ah." she said. She was hoping to avoid this discussion by being the one to gather the morning mail. It seams that Petunia beat her to it, but instead of handing it over to its intended recipient she hid them for this moment. She also clearly didn't care to wait for this discussion to open the letters as it was plain for anyone in the room that they had been torn into. "Well I do need to be thinking about where I'm going to go for Secondary School. I applied to all of the best ones out there just to see what they would say."

"Don't you think that you should have discussed this with your aunt and I first before you did this? What makes you think that we can afford to send you to some of these places? And then they are all rather far away." 'that is the whole point, I get to go all the way across the country for nine months of they year and you wont be able to do shit about it.'

"Well the upkeep that gets sent to you would be more than enough to cover the tuition for these places, then there is the fact with me away you wont have to spend any money of me. And then there is the whole orphan thing that really works well for Sympathy that if I got accepted it would help me earn some scholarships. I thought that you would be pleased that I was taking my education seriously." Maybe Petunia was smart by doing this when Mr. Gunther was here. Vernon couldn't be overly violent nor could he out right say that if he had it his way he wouldn't even bother having a waste of space like her educated in the first place. She also knows that Vernon hasn't given two seconds of thought as to where she was going for secondary school in the fall.

"It would be just so hard for you to be so far away from us." he said as he looked to her left where his boss was siting watching the domestic unfold. What he was really saying was, 'what am I going to do when one of my investors comes over expecting to have you when you aren't here?'

"Did I happen to get accepted into any of the schools?" she asked trying to progress the conversation.

"You did, into five of them. All of them are in either Scotland or Ireland though." the news pleased Rose greatly. It dint have the same effect on the other people in the room.

Rose had been trying for years to make good grades at school. She knew that the only way that she was going to get as far away from the Dursley's as possible was if she was able to get a good education. To do that she needed an excellent secondary school, and while there were several acceptable schools in the area, to go to a boarding school would be a godsend.

If she wanted to win this argument she needed to play this off just right. It would be a much easier task if she wasn't blindsided by this announcement at the dinner table. This would take some fast thinking and people skills that she just didn't have from all of her time trying to be unnoticed. Little did she know that she had an unexpected ally in the room.

"Now now, I know that you love your niece Vernon but she will have to start making a path for herself at some point. Why don't you all look over the information that the schools have sent you and make up your minds latter. No point in running a perfectly nice evening by arguing about school." Rose appreciated the save. This would at least give he some time to think over the situation, and read the letters and see what schools she got into. A good school in Scotland could see her getting into St. Andrews eventually, or maybe even a school all the way in America, or France or well any where that she wont need to call this house home.

Vernon passed down the letters to her and she folded them and placed them into the pocket of her dress.

The desert was soon over after all of the drama. Aunt petunia excused herself to go lay down. She always seemed to get tiered on the nights that Mr. Gunther was over. The two men went to the living room to watch the news complaining on how the world seemed to be going to hell. Rose was in the kitchen cleaning up and when she was finished she headed to her upstairs room.

As soon as she pulled the letters out of her pocket and slid them into her desk drawer her bedroom door was clicking open. Turning around Mr. Gunther was standing in the entrance way looking down at her.

"Are you trying to run away from me Rose?" he asked her as he walked into the room closing the door behind him. Rose shook her head no, "Do you not like me anymore Rose? Do I need to tell your Uncle that you aren't being a good girl any more?" the entire time Rose was shaking her head no. She was afraid. There was something in this mans eyes that wasn't there before. He was looking at her like a predator looked at prey.

"Take off your dress Rose." he instructed. The tone of his voice implied that she wouldn't like what happened if she disagreed with him.

Her body had changed a grate deal in the last four years. Before she was just a child, now she was on the stepping stones of becoming a woman. He breasts were starting to show that. Where before her chest looked no different than any boys at the same age she now had the start of what will probably be a large chest. She was already starting to wear a training bra under her clothing. It was something that the much older man in front of her seemed to appreciate.

"And your underclothes." he instructed.

She obeyed knowing that if she put up any fuss now it would be ten times worse for her later. He took off his belt as he walked over to the bed. Sitting down he patted his lap. "Lay across here. Bum up." she knew what was going to happen, but she did it any way. Facing away from the door she laid across his lap, she could feel his hardness on her belly. He came down with his belt twice when the door to the room flew off the hinges.

"Get your fucking hands off of my God Daughter!"

Professor Mcgonagall barley used her cat form. Really the only time that she did had found it use full was during the war. No muggle noticed a tabby cat in an ally way outside of an abandoned building. Even most magical folk didn't pay the creatures too much attention. As a teacher it was useful as well. Children were so much more willing to tell their secrets to a furry friend than an adult, especially if that child had been hurt by adults in the past.

Minerva Mcgonagall had remembered Petunia Dursley (then Evans) from when she had come to tell Lily Potter (then Evans) that she was a witch. She remembered the look of utter jealously that she had given her sister when Minerva explained that all witches and wizards who are new to the world join it the September after their eleventh birthdays. As Lily's older sister that date had already come and gone. She defiantly wasn't a witch, she wasn't magical.

That was the reason that she decided to come into contact with the child first in her cat form. If there was an issue the she would be able to see. People don't act differently because there was a cat in the room.

The first thing that she noticed about the girl was that she was lonely. Not many children took to talking to the cat immediately. But she was so starved for company she was practically telling her everything about herself within minuets.

The fact that she was tending to the garden wasn't concerning, children should have some chores around the house, and it would be a good skill to have when it came to Herbology class. What was concerning was the cousin who didn't have to lift a finger at all through out the day. While Rose did chores all through the day from the gardening to preparing the dinner on her own, the boy just sat in the living room shouting at his mother to grab him snacks when ever his ran out. Minerva had seen this before however, while it was mistreatment it enough to say that the environment was toxic.

What was most concerning was the cupboard. That was the real abuse there. Locking a child into a small room for any stretch of time was bad but for it to happen enough that they went though the trouble of putting a bed in there? And then the things that she had told her in the room was almost enough for her to turn back into a human right then and there and spirit the girl away. But she wanted to see how her uncle treated her. If it was bad enough she could talk to Bones about moving her out of the house immediately and into one of a family member.

Charlus and Dorea Potter had past away one year after the death of their son and the supposed death of their granddaughter. Many thought that it was of heart brake. She did think that they did have a cousin or brother that would probably take the girl in though. All of that flew out of her mind when she heard what Petunia had told Rose. That Mr. Gunner or whatever scared her. He must be the one who had hurt Rose on those occasions, and it didn't take much to guess what she meant by hurt. Even if Rose didn't know really what was happening to her she knew enough to know that it was wrong.

When the two men entered the house she ran out the door transforming back into a human and appariting away at the first opportunity. The first place that she went was to the ministry. She needed to see about pressing criminal charges against these people. Unfortunately as they were muggles they were outside of their authority. And even though Rose was born a Witch, until she accepted her spot at Hogwarts and bought her wand she wasn't legally a witch dew to the fact that she was raised muggle. It would be different if she was raised magical. But for all she knows is that she is a little odd, and with muggle guardians what other conclusion would she have.

Next was trying to get her hands on the will of Lily and James. If they had named someone else to raise their child other than Petunia and her husband then she could get them to file for custody. It wouldn't be hard to do, they would be just as over joyed that Rose was still alive as she was. And then to tell them everything that she had learned they would be trying to get rose out of the house as soon as possible. But their will wasn't submitted to the Ministry. She tried to track down who their solicitor was but there was no record of that. The only other option was to go to Gringotts and see if a copy was with the goblins. It turns out that there was a copy with them but she was only able to access the will that only pertained if James were to die and not if both of them were to. It was an odd situation but as the minuets ticked by and the chance that more harm was coming to that little girl Mcgonagall didn't argue and took what she could get.

It seamed that James was smart enough to add a few closes in if both himself and lily were unable to raise their daughter, and at the moment it was the closest that they were going to get. The first people who Rose was to go to were her grandparents. As that is no longer an option she moved on. She then was supposed to go to Alice and Frank Longbottom as Alice was Rose's Godmother. That too was also no longer possible as Alice had passed away in child birth and her husband went mad with grief not too long after. He was now occupying a permanent bed in a ward at St. Mungo's hospital.

The next person on the list was available to take Rose, the issue was that Mcgonagall didn't know if he was the best option. Sirius Black was believed to be the Potter's secret keeper, and there for it being his fault that Voldemort was able to find Lily and James that fateful March night. Telling a secret wasn't against the law however so he wasn't in prison or anything. He just wasn't someone who people trusted anymore. Sirius claimed that he wasn't ever made the Secret Keeper though. He always stated that it was Peter Pettigrew. But with Peter disapparating at the same time as Lily and Jam0es' deaths it didn't prove or disprove this theory either way. Serious seemed to be her best bet however and with time running short she had to move quick.

Sirius Black was a disgraced man. Not any thing of his doing mind you, but it was for all of his woes that lead him to finding himself deep in the bottle every night. It all started over ten years ago, when his best friend and his family were murdered, and he was the one blamed for selling them out. 'traitor' people called him, 'murderer' others sneered. Soon he couldn't go anywhere without mothers hiding their children from him and men were pulling out their wands standing between him and their families.

Sirius was already estranged from his parents, having different social and political views as ones family usually just made for a more entertaining dinner conversation. But is family it meant that he needed to leave and to never come back. It was probably because of that he was able to leave the Wizarding community behind and try his luck in the Muggle one.

It was after a few years in the muggle world, completely ignoring the Wizarding one when he noticed a problem. Wizards were taking advantage of muggles. Really he found out about it one of the few times that he left his hovel of a flat to go to the local liquor store. It was on his way when a man, who was clearly a wizard to him, but would appear to look like an eccentric tramp to the muggles on the street, tried to hex him. His time fighting in the war, combined with his Aurror training was rusty but not enough for him to be hit with the school yard jinx that was intended for him.

The wizard was surprised that he wasn't going to be getting an easy laugh off of him attempted to hex him again, this time with something stronger. The man was clearly not expecting him to us a shielding charm to deflect, in fact when he noticed that Sirius was using magic he had thrown his hands up in the air and started to beg for mercy. "I Didn' know you were a wizard did I? 'Sides no 'arm no fowl eh?"

Sirius was disgusted. It was this type of man who the wizarding world thought that he was. A man who sympathize with the death eaters. The men who thought that it was okay to attack muggles because they were muggles and couldn't fight back. Sirius knew that he was a shit as a teenager but he never did something to someone who couldn't retaliate. So Sirius did what was the only thing that he felt that he could do. He placed the man in a full body bind and apparate the two of them to the Ministry. After all muggle bating was illegal even if the worst thing that he would get would be a fine and a slap on the wrist it was better than nothing.

It was when he was walking through the DMLE that the head of the department came up to him and offered him a job. Amelia Bones had been five years ahead of him in Hogwarts. She was a Prefect who was happy to throw him to the mercy of Professor Mcgonagall on many a occasion. But she knew that he had gone through his Aurror training, even if he never officially finished, and would be perfect for a task that she had in mind.

There was a real problem with magical people in the muggle world causing trouble. Trouble that also was putting the statute of secrecy under threat. Apparently this asshole who he had brought in was one of many who went to the muggle world to cause harm. Everything from selling cursed goods to hexing them on the street these wizards had it out for muggles. The problem was that there was little that could be done on the magical side of the law, and they had no one working on the muggle side. Amelia Bones suggested that if Sirius was happy living in the muggle world that he could stay there, but still work for her.

The ministry had connections in the muggle world, connections that could land Sirius with a Detective position with Scotland Yard. A job where most of the time he would be policing muggle crimes, but also able to do something when the criminals were magical. Sirius grasped at the opportunity to do something more with is life than waste a way on the floor of his flat.

Of course that didn't mean that he still didn't drink away his problems when he wasn't on the job. The bottle was still his only friend in life. But with potions that could sober him up at a moments notice and hangover cures that also freshened his breath Sirius found himself falling into a familiar routine. That was eight years ago.

There was a sharp knock at the flat door and he hoped that it was that damn Pizza that he ordered an hour ago. It was a fucking Tuesday night. There was no excuse for an hour wait time.

The sharp knock sounded again. "Alrigh' I'm Comin'" he slurred toward the door as he stumbled from his spot. The fucking asshole. Taking an hour to get here then trying to take down his door the next moment. Tuning the three locks that visible deterred burglars from stealing his things he pulled the door open. "Abou' bloody- You aren't my Pizza."

The woman who was standing on the other side of the door was most defiantly not a pizza. In fact she was the last thing from a pizza. Sirius even doubted that she even knew what a pizza was. "Wada you doin' 'ere?" he asked his former transfiguration Professor.

"You Mr. Black smell like the floor of a Pub." She informed him as she moved past him and into the flat.

"Do you 'ave much experience smelling pub floors?" he slurred.

"Let me in Mr. Black. I have an important conversation to have with you and it will not do to have it in this hall way." he sighed and moved out of the way to allow her into his 'home'.

Seeing that this was about to be a long conversation and one that would be better suited to have where he could remember the result of it he dug through the kitchen cupboard till he found a bottle with a brown liquid inside labeled 'Sober me' . "Well, what is it professor? I assume that its something important for you to lower you self all the way over here to speak to me. Aren't I just a common criminal to you lot now?"

"Did you do it? Were you the Secret Keeper?" she asked him.

He blinked at her. Twice. "What?" he asked.

"You heard me very well Mr. Black. Were you the Secret Keeper to Lily and James Potter? Did you tell that secret to Him? Or make it available to Him?" she asked again.

Sirius looked his teacher in the eyes. "Fuck you. You come here, back into my life to open up tender wounds after ten FUCKING years and accuse me of selling out my brother to the man who MURDERED HIM. You have some fucking nerve Mcgonagall you know that?"

"I needed to know for sure." she calmly explained in that way that teachers were always able to calmly explain.

"Why?" he asked, "Why now?"

"Because she is alive. Primrose Potter is alive."

Sirius didn't now what she was expecting her to say but he wasn't expecting that. "How do you know?"

"I've seen her. She looks so much like both of them. She is so kind, but so sad and lonely."

"Where? Where is she?" he pleaded.

"In Surrey. A community called Little Whinging."

Serious was starting to feel alive again for the first time in over ten years. But then he thought, "how do I know that you are telling the truth?"

Mcgonagall handed over the Hogwarts letter bearing the name and address. "You are her proper guardian. You need to go and collect her right now. Sirius she is in danger. Those muggles... They aren't right. I was in my animagus form and spent the day with her. The things that I learned."

"If its so bad then why are you here?"

"I talked to Madam Bones, the only way that the magical community can do anything is if she has a magical guardian or if she is considered magical herself wich wont happen till she official joins the magical world by attending Hogwarts. You Mr. Black are the only one who can save Primrose Potter."

"Save her? What exactly does she need to be saved from?"

Mcgonagall took a deep breath and explained everything. What she witnessed and her suspicions. "I left the house immediately when that man walked in. Sirius you are the only one who can get her out of there." she finished explaining.

The moment that she was finished talking he was on the move. Picking up the mobile phone he was making a call as he was climbing down the stairs to the car park. He said that he had received an anonymous call about a child being abused. He gave the address and said that he was in the aria and would be responding first but backup would be appreciated.

Traffic would be horrible at this time of night leaving the city. It was a good thing that he didn't need to drive on roads. He did need to drive however. With alerting the muggle police it meant that others could deal with the paper work and actually take care of the fuckers who was hurting his goddaughter. He could deal with helping Rose.

Rose was alive. How the hell was Rose alive? He was in the house the day after Voldemort was killed. They were all supposed to be heading over there on that day. It was the solstice and they were going to teach Rose the importance of the magical day. Not that she would really care too much. Really it was an excuse for friends to get together in the times of war to forget their troubles temporary and to enjoy each others company.

The house was dark and empty, Roses bedroom had its outer wall blown open. The neighbors didn't notice because they didn't know the secret. Peter didn't hand out the information to everyone it would seem, just to the last person who he ever should. James was lying dead in the living room. The front door was blasted off of its hinges, his friend was crumpled on the ground between that door and the stair case. Climbing the stairs and heading to the room at the end of the hall. That door was wide open and he could see out side. Entering the room he saw blood that was covering the intact walls. Giving the once peaceful child's bed room a horrific sheen that turned his stomach all of these years latter. The crib was the only intact piece of furniture in the room.

He tried to hunt down Peter, make him answer for his crimes, but he was unable to find the damn rat. He learned of an explosion that killed thirteen muggles in the underground. He wondered if his once friend was responsible but then realized that was ridiculous. Why would he kill thirteen people for the sake of it? Remus believed him to be the Secret Keeper and wouldn't listen to him explaining himself. Now here he was, ten years latter alone in the world. It would seem that Rose was just as alone. But he was coming for her. He would save her.

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