A great question was posed in a review, and I decided to answer it here, just in case anyone else had the same question. Harry and Bella have a 5 year age difference.

Also, only 2 people guessed as to the relations of Marti and Sarah in canon, and both were correct (or somewhat correct), so props to those two (who I can't name off the top of my head and am too lazy to go figure it out.) They both guessed for different sides, which was pretty impressive.

Vernon Dursley opened the door a crack at midnight. "What do you want?" he asked crabbily.

Sirius Black raised the stolen wand. Wordlessly, he entered the mind of the fat man, searching out the memories he needed. "Obliviate," he whispered, And after sealing the memories, he Disapparated with a crack.

In many hours, Wizarding England would wake up to the news that Azkaban had been broken out of, by none other than the notorious Sirius Black. But by that time, Black would already be contacting the ADM to prove his innocence, and ask for permission to become a citizen of a country where his godson possibly resided.

For the second time that night, Vernon Dursley was rudely awakened from his sleep. "What?" he barked at the old man at the door. "What do you want?"

The man, who was wearing some kind of dress, sighed. "I wish to check up on Harry, please."

"I don't know what you're playing at," growled Vernon. "No Harry lives here. Now get off my property before I call the authorities." With that, he slammed the door.

Albus Dumbledore frowned. If what was to be found in the unpleasant man's mind was believed, the Wizarding World was in danger. Grave danger. With no savior, how were they to survive the next war?

Sirius looked at the house with trepidation. He glanced down at the paper clenched in his hands. With a sigh, he went up and knocked on the door.

The man who opened the door was exactly who Sirius expected, the same man he first saw in the mind of Vernon Dursley a little over a month ago.

"Can I help you?" he asked, looking at Sirius like he was a foreign object.

Sirius swallowed. "I, uh, just came from the Seattle ADM, they said you could help me better then they could. I'm moving in here, and needed a house? Or flat or something, I'm not that picky."

The man visibly relaxed. "ADM sent you? Makes sense. Come on in. Never do anything..." He opened the door fully. "I'm Charlie Swan."

"Sirius Black." Sirius stepped inside. "Just moved from England."

"Not a supporter of Voldemort, I hope?" joked Charlie, shutting the door.

Sirius winced. "Ah, no." Awkwardness filled the entry.

A woman chose to enter at that time. "Charlie, Harry-" She turned white. "Sirius! What- YOU SHOULD BE IN JAIL!"

Sirius winced, and edged away from the woman. "Who are you- Wait, I know you... Edgecombe! Marti Edgecombe!" His face paled. "I thought they killed you! It's not what it looks like, I swear!"

Marti grabbed a gun off the table and pointed it straight at Sirius. "They sent me here when I didn't get into Hogwarts. You were the only person outside of my family who knew I existed. WHY ARE YOU OUT OF JAIL!" Her hands were trembling.

"THEY DIDN'T GIVE ME A TRIAL!" bellowed Sirius, hands twitching towards his wand.

"YOUR FAMILY WAS DARK!" Marti yelled right back. "YOU KILLED YOUR FRIEND!"

"Trust me, I would be a lot happier if I had killed the rat," growled Sirius. "How did you know any of that?"

"I get every important issue of the Prophet shipped once a month by Arabella Figg!" Tears were threatening to come out of her eyes. "Why did you give up the Potters?"

"I didn't!" Sirius cried. "We switched! Peter was the damn Secret Keeper! He cut off his own finger and transformed into an illegal animagus before I could kill him! And my parents hated me, I was a Gryffindor, so your Dark comment doesn't hold."

Marti held the gun.

"The ADM questioned me under Truth Serum, they have records. Floo them, they'll tell you," he pleaded. "Give me a chance!"

Marti handed the gun to Charlie. "You hooked up to Floo, right?" At Charlie's nod, she walked out of the room.

Charlie looked from the gun in his hand to the ex-con. "It's not even loaded," he commented, a corner of his mouth moving up. Sirius said nothing, just looking at the other man. The only one who might know where his godson was.

A few minutes later, she returned, walked right up to Sirius, and punched him hard. "You idiot!" And then she was hugging him, tighter than anything.

Charlie set the gun down on the table. "What exactly is going on here, Marti?"

"I think I can explain better, since Marti hasn't lived in England since almost fifteen years ago." Sirius grinned, pushing Marti off of him. She wiped her nose and sniffled. "My family were blood purists. My cousin was disinherited for marrying a Muggleborn, her face blasted of the family tree. I ran out as soon as I could. When the war started, we all fought in the resistance, the Order of the Pheonix. Me and my best friends James Potter and his wife Lily Evans Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew.

"About a year into it, or that's what I figure, Peter switched sides. We knew someone was leaking, but we all thought it was Remus." Sirius frowned. "I regret it to this day. When we got reliable information that Voldemort was after a few families, most importantly the Potters. Lily and James went into hiding with their son, magically concealing the secret of their hiding place into a single living soul, the only one who could tell others where they were."

Sirius's hands shook. "It was going to be me. But at the last minute, we made a change. Peter became the Secret Keeper. Within a week, Lily and James were dead. Voldemort was defeated, but they were gone." He shut his eyes. "I went after Peter. He knew I was coming, and framed me. Everyone thought I was the betrayer. Peter faked his death, and they threw me into jail without a trial. My life has been hell ever since."

Silence.

Just then, Harry stumbled into the room. "Dad, I-" He saw the other adult and went silent.

Sirius stared. There, right in front of him, was his godson. THe only thing that got him though the horror of Azkaban was the thought of this one, precious child. He fell down on one knee. "Hey, Prongslett. It's been a long time since I've seen you." Smiling weakly, he looked at the young child.

Harry blinked. "Padfoot," he murmured. "Padfoot!" And with that, he ran to Sirius and threw his arms around the man's neck.

Sirius clung tight to the five year old, arms wrapped around the small body. Tears fell from his eyes, staining the child's shirt.

Charlie broke out of shock. "And how do you know my son?" he challenged, staring at the man who had come in the house less than five minutes ago.

Sirius looked up, wiping tears away. "His birth name is Harry James Potter, and he is my godson. I would have cared for him if I hadn't been in Azkaban." He turned to Harry, who was less than a foot away. "And how did you know who I was?"

Harry grinned. "I 'membered you turning into a dog for me. Can you do it?"

Sirius set Harry down, and a few seconds later he was a dog. He barked once, and then turned back into a human. "The guards on the prison aren't human, they didn't sense me leaving." He looked at the father of his godson, eyes shining, "It took me a month to track you down. Thank you for caring for him. I owe you my greatest gratitudes."

"My name is Harry-Luke William Swan," said Harry matter of fact. "And that's my dad."

Marti glared at Charlie. "I thought you said you adopted Harry in Alaska!" she accused.

Charlie held up his hands. "The ADM told me to, Mar. And you told me how nasty Europe was."

Marti sighed. "True."

Sirius wrinkled his nose. "Europe? What's wrong with Europe?"

Marti sighed. "See, Charlie? In Australia and Canada, people are too arrogant to learn about other countries. In Asia and South America, they're too isolated. In Africa, they are too poor. In the Middle East, they are too caught up in Muggle wars. And in stupid Europe, they don't teach their kids anything outside of the culture they're in."

"And in the US the magicals aren't allowed to leave," added Charlie with a grin. "I've heard the rant before."

"Europe cultivates Dark Lords, Black. Other countries gave up on them a long time ago," stated Marti. "And it's because of purism."

Sirius snorted. "Figures." Silence permeated the room. Harry looked at each of their faces, before running out of the room again. Sirius coughed awkwardly. "Now, where should I live? That is why I came here."

"Some apartments are open in Port Angeles," volunteered Marti. "You could help out by working in magical public transport."

Sirius grinned. "Guess I'll have to learn how to drive a Muggle car, then. Can't be too different from my motorcycle."

And Sirius is introduced! I didn't feel like letting him rot in jail, and I decided that Harry needed a prank/euro mentor, and he fit the bill.

Any more guesses for Sarah's canon relations? Nobody's been spot on for her father yet...

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~Wryder