"I'm very proud of you, Harry," Dave said the brimming over with pride.

"So you think Dumbledore got the message?" Harry asked quietly, as the two of them entered Diagon Alley. That rant at Dumbledore had been planned by him and his grandfather to try to get the headmaster to see that he had no right to control anybody's life other than his own. Whether it took or not was another question as Albus Dumbledore was fairly stuck in his way considering that he was over 150. It might make him think, but even if it did there were no guarantees that he would change the way he had been operating up until now.

"Let's hope so," Dave said just as quietly. "You did a really good job of ranting at him."

"I know we're both hoping that it will make him see that people are human beings not objects to be moved around like chess pieces," Harry said contemptuously.

The two of them moved quietly through the alley. No one bothered them thanks to the fact that Harry's scar being very thin thanks to the removal of the Horcrux. They were left alone as no one realized that the child walking beside the older man was Harry Potter. People probably thought that they were father and son as they looked somewhat similar.

"We won't be able to get my wand until I turn 11," Harry commented suddenly.

"But we should be able to get everything else, plus a few extra books for you to read," Dave said. "I think it's better to get everything you need, except your wand today, as that means that it will be the only thing we have to wait on."

"I don't really need a wand you know."

"You do if you want to go to Hogwarts and learn human magic like your mother did," Dave said calmly. "Both of us know that you really don't need a wand to perform magic, at least sídhe magic. You probably won't need a wand to perform human magic either, even at your young age, but it's better to blend in with everyone else then it is to show off, as that will bring you unwanted attention."

"I know granddad," Harry said. "It will make people underestimate me, not only because of my age, but because they'll believe I don't know enough magic to defend myself from someone more experienced."

Harry said this in a monotone as it was something that had been often repeated.

"I mainly wanted to do shopping today so we could avoid the crowd that will appear in the next week or two as it gets closer for the students return to school," Dave explained.

"So what house do you think I'll be in?" Harry asked.

"I really don't know, but I believe you fit into any of them. You're as brave and loyal as a Gryffindor, as intelligent and studious as a Ravenclaw, as loyal and hardworking as a Hufflepuff and as sly and cunning as any Slytherin," Dave said with pride in his voice.

"Slytherin has a bad reputation though," Harry said. "That particular house will not help me towards my goal, since Slytherin is so mistrusted by Gryffindor in particular, but really the whole school. I can't really blame the other houses either not from what we've viewed from the pool."

"Yes, I know that Slytherin is the house for most of the purebloods, though there is a scattering of them in other houses to," Dave agreed gravely.

"Only those that don't believe in pureblood supremacy," Harry snorted.

Dave knew that Harry was very cynical for someone his age, but on the other hand, it would help protect him from those that wanted to take advantage of him. Also, a little cynicism never hurt anyone and also helped them to stop from making any rash decisions. Dave had done everything in his power to arm his grandson with a suspicious nature, at least a little cynicism and knowledge of all the important people that he was going to encounter when going Hogwarts. Harry knew who would likely be friends, who would likely be foes and who would likely remain neutral.

He knew to avoid ones like Ron Weasley who didn't want to know the real Harry, but just wanted to hang on the coattails of the Boy Who Lived. Of course, he wasn't really a bad guy just extremely immature and having five older brothers who were intelligent, the older two being very successful in their chosen careers didn't help, as he felt he had a lot to live up too. It also didn't help that the youngest Weasley male was incredibly lazy at least from what he and Harry had observed from the pool. The others though seemed okay, but Harry would have to make his own judgment once he met the older Weasley boys and the parents Molly and Arthur.

He also knew that he wished to try to make friends with Neville Longbottom who was the same age as he and Ron were and would be in the same year.

Since Harry really didn't have any friends his own age other than his cousins that is, he was happy to take his grandfather's advice. Apparently, the Longbottoms had been allies of the Potters for many centuries and Alice was actually his godmother, so the question remained what could've happened to them so that they couldn't take him in. Were they dead? Or just incapacitated in someway?"

He had discovered over the last few years that he had this incredible ability to heal and it was totally different from the way that magical Healers operated. He was a natural Healer, while magical Healers used spells and potions to cure someone. Dave had said that natural Healers were born very rarely among the magicals, perhaps once every five centuries and he was sure it was thanks to his sídh blood.

Dave could see his grandson becoming a renowned Healer once he was old enough, although it was unlikely he would be able to do so in England, as he couldn't see the the magicals here treating Harry as himself. No, most would always treat them as the Boy Who Lived, so he could see Harry either practicing his healing in another country where there was no Boy Who Lived mania, or come back to Tír na nÓg to do so. It was unlikely that Harry would be able to stay in the country he was born in, though Dave was sure he would certainly be back for visits.

"I think I would like to be in Gryffindor," Harry said finally. "That way if I have to take action nobody will think anything of it unlike if I was a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw. I know you prepared me as best you could, but you can't prepare me for everything. Nothing might happen, but still, I need to be prepared. Besides, its the house my parents were in and I know they'd be pleased if I landed there."

"It is something of a Potter family tradition," Dave said smiling a little. "And yes, I believe that both your mother and father would be very pleased if you were placed in Gryffindor, though I don't think they'd be disappointed if you ended up in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, as you're right, the political climate is such right now that ending up in Slytherin would be a very bad idea. That might improve once Voldemort is vanquished but it will probably be at least several generations before Slytherin is just another house and that's only if the children who went to school don't pass on their prejudices."

The two continued shopping quietly gathering together all of Harry school supplies, except for his wand, which would be gotten another day probably right after his birthday in a few weeks and once they were done Harry shrunk his new school trunk they were in down without using a wand making sure nobody saw him do so, before putting it in his pocket.

"What about some lunch?" Dave suggested and Harry nodded.

"Sounds good," Harry agreed with a smile. He was never going to protest when it came to eating since he had been starved for nearly 4 years thanks to the Dursleys.

"Then maybe we can stop by Eeylops and get you an owl," Dave suggested.

"There's no need for that granddad," Harry protested. "We won't be communicating by owl."

"But I'm sure you'll make friends and you'll want to write them," Dave said. "We've already bought a house so we won't have to come back and forth through the portal."

"I suppose," Harry finally agreed. "I still think you should go home while I'm in school. You have a wife and children after all."

"Oh, I'll be traveling back and forth while you're at Hogwarts," Dave promised. "But I'll be living mainly here until Voldemort is defeated. I know you can handle yourself, but you're still learning when it comes to using a sword, and Voldemort has decades more magical experience then you do. That will change once you start studying at Hogwarts, but right now you don't stand much chance against someone with so much magical knowledge. You need time to gather allies and people who will support you and learn as much as you can. I don't know how Dumbledore really expected a child to defeat one of the greatest wizards that ever lived, except by pure dumb luck, especially by himself.

"Dumbledore was a Gryffindor himself, which means that he jumps into situations instead of thinking things through. He probably would have done a proper investigation and not left me with the Dursleys if he had been a Ravenclaw for example, since they are known for thinking things through better than most Gryffindors," Harry said.

"He also makes big assumptions, that often turn out to be wrong, but until recently, you couldn't have convinced him otherwise. I think you scared him actually with the way you boldly spelled out how many mistakes he had made and showed him how much the world had changed since he was a kid, something he had been ignoring, likely thinking that the mundane world didn't matter."

"I meant to scare him, as it was the only way to get him to see that he had been ignoring several important factors about the wizarding community. Societies have to advance or they eventually stagnate and the British one is on the verge of that now, even if they don't totally disappear for several hundred years," Dave said smirking.

"Eventually it will happen though, if they don't change," Harry said.

"Well, if it does we'll try to get as many people to leave before it happens as possible," Dave shrugged. "It's not like Hogwarts is the only wizarding school in the world, as there are more than a dozen now. I'm sure that most of them would be happy to accept students from Britain. I'm well aware we won't be able to save everyone, but hopefully, at least most of the wizarding folks will leave when they realize that their society is dying. I see a lot of the old line pureblood sticking it out and if they want to go down with a sinking ship then that's their prerogative. If enough wizarding folks leave then those purebloods certainly won't have anybody to rule over."

"I'm well aware that it's really the half bloods and Muggle-borns that keep the economy going as the purebloods are really only a small percentage of the population. There's probably not more than a thousand or so purebloods left and less of those that families stretch back more than five or six generations. If that happens the purebloods that stay around will soon see that they were trying to throw out people who were keeping the economy going. Who pays the most taxes? The Muggle-borns of course, while the purebloods pay less than half of what the Muggle-borns do. Obviously, they never bothered to do the math and realize that if they get rid of everyone that isn't a pureblood then their economy will collapse," Harry said thinking of the stupidity of a lot of the purebloods of England.

"Isn't our problem if that happens as they won't listen to us," Dave said unconcerned. "It will be a mess of their own making. Besides, why should we get involved, when it isn't our problem? It's not like we're friends with anybody in England and while I'll certainly help out people I know I'm not going to help out total strangers that won't even help themselves. There are so many things that the ordinary citizens of the magical world here in England could do to help themselves, but they have a sheeplike mentality and expect others to do everything for them. The sídhe aren't in the business of helping those that won't even bother to help themselves, unless it's a child of course."

"We can't help everybody, especially if they don't want to be helped," Harry said agreeing with his grandfather. "And that's even if we wanted to."

The two continued to talk quietly as they walked to the nearest restaurant that looked decent. They could've taken a cab as Dave had made sure to exchange gold for pounds at Gringotts, but they were enjoying just being together on a pleasant summer afternoon.

~~~Dave and Harry~~~

Several days later

"I want to thank you for freeing me from that horrible place," Sirius told Harry.

The trial had been almost anticlimactic really, especially considering the proof that Harry had presented to the Wizengamot

"It was nothing really," Harry denied. "If Dumbledore had done his job in the first place then you never would have ended up there. He had the power to get you a trial instead he left you to languish. Whether he believed you guilty or not he still should have done the right thing. I suspect that one of the reasons he didn't get you a trial was that he wanted me put with my relatives the Dursleys. He had all these ideas about what should happen to me and when he found out I had been abused well he might have been genuinely remorseful, but that doesn't mean I forgive him."

"I doubt, I'll ever be able to forgive him either, not only because of the abuse you suffered at the hands of your relatives, but for myself," Sirius admitted seriously, even as he sat up in the hospital bed, in his private room at St. Mungo's. "You're right that he had the power to get me a trial just like all the Death Eaters got trials. I don't really care what his reasons are for not doing so, but nobody should be left in that awful place, especially those that aren't guilty of the crimes they are accused of. If he had done his job a trial with Veritaserum I quickly would've found me innocent. Believe me, I want to go after him with everything I have and make him feel exactly what the two of us did and I don't necessarily mean illegally. I would love to hex him into oblivion, but I'm not exactly up to snuff right now and it will take me a while to recover from the ravages of Azkaban."

"You're free now," Harry suggested smiling.

"Thanks to you," Sirius said.

"It wasn't all me, Sirius," Harry said. "I never would've been able to get your trial if not for the Cornelius Fudge the Minister of Magic."

"I haven't exactly heard good things about Fudge," Sirius said skeptically.

"I know neither have I," Harry admitted, "but even he couldn't deny the proof that I presented him, which was a letter from my parents from my trust vault. Your trial just proved my parents letter correct. The fact, that you should've had a trial years ago is water under the bridge."

"How could you learn all this if you've been at the Dursleys for years? I doubt very much that Petunia told you about your heritage or that you had any contact with the magical world."

"She didn't, but I'll explain exactly how I learned all this once you're out of here," Harry promised solemnly. "The hospital is not exactly very private and what I have to say must not be overheard by the wrong people."

Sirius nodded at this as he could see his godson's point.

"So now that I'm free, once I get my affairs in order, you're welcome to come live with me," Sirius suggested.

"We can talk about that once you're out of here," Harry said. "I would love to come live with you, but there are some thing's you need to know before we make any type of decision about that."

Sirius was rather disappointed not to get a positive response, but he would certainly be interested in learning exactly what Harry was keeping to himself.

"I need to contact Andy," Sirius mused after a short silence. "She constantly tried to visit me in Azkaban and was denied every time."

"Who Andy?" Harry asked curiously.

"Andromeda Tonks, my cousin. She was thrown out of the family for marrying a Muggle-born," Sirius explained. "She has a daughter that is only a few years older than you are named Nymphadora. She is only one of 3 of light sided Blacks in the last 50 years, well four if you count Nymphadora and also my Uncle Alphard, who's been dead for about 15 years. You know that's probably one of the reasons I was thrown into Azkaban without a trial, as my family for the most part is extremely dark, no pun intended, so it was likely assumed that I was also dark. In fact, my little brother was a Death Eater, but then was killed by the Dark Lord's followers for trying to leave his service, something that Voldemort would never allow. Poor, helpless Reggie."

Sirius tone was rather sad and melancholy.

"So his name was Reginald?" Harry asked genuinely interested.

"Actually it was Regulus," Sirius corrected. "Our parents never would have named one of their children anything as normal as Reginald. In fact, it's family tradition to be named after stars and constellations."

"So what was your brother like?" Harry asked.

"He was the perfect son," Sirius said with just a trace of bitterness in his tone. "He could do no wrong in our parents eyes while I could do no right, but then, I was always the one that rebelled against my family's dark teachings. Regulus wasn't strong enough to stand up to what our parents wanted, so followed their lead. I think he would have been better off in Hufflepuff, but he ended up in Slytherin as our parents would've probably have disowned him like they did me if he had ended up anywhere else.

"I was a Gryffindor with your mom and dad and my parents tried to force me to be resorted into Slytherin. They were not pleased when I refused. I had made friends with James and Remus on the train you see. Going home for the summer was torture and I was always glad to return to school. I finally ran away at 16 and the Potters took me in and treated me as another son. Our parents forced Reggie into the Death Eaters before he had even finished Hogwarts and he was dead before he was 18. Even after the Death Eaters killed him my mother still supported the dark wanker that murdered her son. Never let it be said that pureblood supremacy made any sense."

The two continued to talk softly, before the Healer ushered Harry out saying that his patient needed his rest and that he could return tomorrow. Harry took the dismissal with good grace and promised Sirius he'd visit again.

~~~Dave and Harry~~~