A/N: I started writing this story over five years ago and finally decided to post it. It's still not finished and I don't know if I ever will, because I've been suffering from writer's block.

Also, English is not my native language.

I hope you will enjoy this story.

Chapter 1

A bright red missive glided into the head auror's office, indicating that it was urgent. Harry Potter quickly abandoned his paperwork and snatched it out of the air before it could land on his desk. He unfolded it and scanned the message. It was from the minister, telling him to come to his office immediately.

Harry instantly stood and left his office, not wasting a second thought on his incredibly boring paperwork. Being head auror had long since lost its appeal for him and he had more than once thought about quitting his job. Maybe whatever the minister wanted to talk about would make his day more interesting.

When he arrived at the minister's office on the first floor, he knocked and entered when he was called in. Inside, Kingsley Shacklebolt was sitting behind his desk with a serious expression on his face, which put Harry on edge. "Harry, I'm glad you could come so quickly," the dark skinned man greeted his head auror and friend.

"What's wrong, Kingsley?" Harry asked, standing tensely in front of the minister. "Were there any attacks? Are the extremists active again?"

"No, no, it's something completely different. It's more of a personal matter, actually," Shacklebolt said, sounding uncomfortable.

"Personal?" Harry echoed. He wondered if his sons had gotten into trouble at school or if maybe something had happened to Lily or Ginny. His worry increased.

"Harry, I don't know how to tell you this but...Sirius, he's...alive," Kingsley said, regarding the raven-haired man cautiously. Harry was too shocked to speak, so he continued to explain what he knew. "Some of the unspeakables were experimenting with the veil in the Chamber of Death when unexpectedly a body fell out of the veil. The person was unconscious but alive so they brought him straight to St. Mungo's. The healers conducted some tests and according to them...we now have a thirteen year old Sirius Orion Black on our hands."

"Hold on, Kingsley." Harry's head spun with all the information the minister had given him. "You want to tell me that my godfather came back from the dead after twenty-three years in the body of a thirteen year old child?"

"Yes." Harry stared incredulously at the minister who calmly returned his gaze.

"I need to see him," Harry stated desperately, torn between hope and fear that this was too good to be true.

"I know. I already informed St. Mungo's, so they are expecting you. You can take my fireplace and floo right into Healer Bell's office who is the one treating Sirius," Kingsley informed him with an understanding smile on his lips.

"Thank you, Kingsley," Harry said with a grateful smile, took some of the floo powder from a pot on the mantelpiece and stepped into the fireplace. Seconds later he was gone.

Harry tumbled out of the fireplace into a healer's office filled with an examination table, chairs and a desk. Behind the desk sat Katie Bell in her green healer's robes filling out some parchment. She looked up when she heard the raven-haired man stumble out of her fireplace and greeted him with a warm smile.

"Hi Harry."

"Hi Katie, how is he? Can I see him?" Harry asked anxiously as soon as he had regained his balance.

"It's nice to see you, too," the dark-haired woman replied teasingly. "He was stunned and is still unconscious but he will be fine. You can see him if you like. Only a few minutes though, he needs rest."

"Sorry," he apologized sheepishly.

"It's alright, I understand," she said with a sympathetic smile and stood up. Then she led him out of the office and down the corridor to one of the sickrooms. Quietly she opened the door and stepped in with Harry hot on her heels.

The room was an ordinary hospital room, white, sparsely furnished and sterile. It only held one bed that was occupied by an unconscious, black-haired teenage boy. Carefully Harry stepped closer to examine the boy while Katie watched him from the door.

Harry had no pictures of Sirius as a teenager but the kid in front of him clearly held a strong resemblance to him. He had the same wavy black hair and facial features, although he looked a lot healthier and more innocent than Harry remembered him. It was the face of a child that had not yet seen and felt the effects of a war. His eyes were hidden by his closed eyelids and Harry wished more than anything that they would open.

"When will he wake up?" Harry asked Katie.

"We don't know. We reversed the spell and there is nothing physically wrong with him, so he could wake up at any time. His case is unprecedented though, therefore we can't be sure," his former housemate explained.

"Can I sit with him for a while? I'd like to be there when he wakes up," Harry said with a longing glance at the unconscious boy.

"Sure. Come find me before you go. I need you to sign some forms for him because Minister Shacklebolt has given you custody of him," she said before she left Harry with his de-aged godfather to attend to her other patients.

Sirius did not wake up that day, so Harry returned home to his wife and daughter, his thoughts preoccupied with his godfather turned child. Would Sirius remember his life up until the day he 'died' when he finally woke up? Or would he have forgotten everything? What should Harry tell him if he had? Harry's head was spinning, this was all too confusing and just too much to deal with in one day. Maybe it was a good thing Sirius hadn't woken up yet. This way he had enough time to decide on a plan of action.

"Harry? What's up? You seem preoccupied tonight," Ginny asked worriedly after Lily had gone to bed.

"Yes, something happened today," Harry admitted, unsure how to tell his wife. Ginny had been there that day in the Department of Mysteries when Sirius had 'died'. She knew how his death had affected him and had mourned for him as well. No doubt she would be shocked to hear the news.

"Some of the unspeakables were experimenting with the veil in the Chamber of Death, I don't know why. Somehow they managed to free Sirius from it, although I don't think that was their intention. He was unconscious, so they brought him to St. Mungo's. The healers needed to confirm his identity with spells because he looks like a thirteen year old now. Apparently he de-aged a year for every year he spent in the veil."

Ginny listened, her eyes wide with wonder. She had grown up in the magical world and was used to a lot of weird things happening around her but she had never heard of something likes this happening before. This was a miracle, even by the standards of wizards and witches.

"He's alive? That's...unbelievable." Ginny's voice was shaking. "Did you see him?"

"I did. He looks so young and innocent. But I couldn't speak to him, because he was still unconscious. I don't know if he will remember anything, if he will remember me when he wakes up."

Ginny walked over to him and hugged him tightly. Harry was clearly having a breakdown and who could blame him for it? Even in the magical world people didn't tend to come back from the dead unless it was as a ghost.

"What's going to happen to him now?" Ginny enquired after Harry had stopped shaking.

"Well, we are still waiting for him to wake up. Until he does, he will stay at St. Mungo's. What happens after that depends on how much he remembers. But either way, Kingsley has made me his guardian, so I'd like for him to come stay with us, if you don't mind." Harry looked at his wife expectantly.

"Of course he can stay with us," Ginny agreed immediately.

"Thanks, Ginny. This means a lot to me," Harry said and kissed her gently.

"I know," she answered with a sympathetic smile.

The next morning Harry immediately went back to the hospital instead to work. Sirius still hadn't woken but Katie was hopeful that he would come around soon. Harry was still worrying over how much Sirius would actually remember. He certainly wasn't looking forward to telling his teenaged godfather that practically all of his friends and family were dead, Andromeda and Narcissa excluded.

It was nearly evening when Sirius first showed signs of waking up. Harry immediately went to fetch Katie so she could check up on her patient and ease Sirius into the situation. They had decided it would be best for her to deal with the initial explanations since she was Sirius' healer and he was more likely to trust her.

"Mr. Black? Mr. Black, can you hear me?" Katie asked the black-haired boy who was still lying there with his eyes closed.

An unintelligible groan answered her and then grey eyes fluttered open.