AN: One of my favourite stories. But the Artist who was crafting the story had to drop it for IRL reasons and said I could take a stab at it. Now I have thought about it… and I can only do a reboot.

SP:RB

The Express pulled into the Kings Cross station. Everyone was saying their last good-byes and getting ready to reunite with their parental units.

This was a joyous occasion for Hermione and Ron… not so much for Harry.

Saying goodbye to The Weasley Clan, the two Muggle raised pushed their cart through the barriers into the mundane side of the station.

Hermione was quick to rush into the arms of her mother and father.

Crookshanks just lounged on Harry's Shoulders, having suffered the indignity of wearing a harness and lead. But anything was better than the bloody carrier.

After the Grangers had recollected themselves, Harry was in the act of passing the 'cat' to his friend when his eyes caught sight of an incoming threat.

"Shite!" He knew running was not an option, but he took two steps to the side to not get Hermione caught in the crossfire.

The Black Dog slammed into the lad's chest, knocking him down. Before anyone could respond, the dog began licking his face, causing him to laugh while trying to push the slobbering beast away.

"Damn it, Paddy!" A rough worn librarian type man exited the crowd. "This is why I didn't want to bring you!"

"Professor." Hermione smiled at the man while identifying him for her Parents.

"Ah… Miss Granger. I am no longer your Professor." The now identified man smiled at the Lass.

"Then you should be calling me Hermione." She smiled back.

"Ah… are you going to do anything about that beast trying to eat the boy?" Mister Granger asked as he watched both his baby-girl and her friend deal with the new arrivals.

"Ah Yes." The Professor grabbed the hanging lead and pulled. "Padfoot. Heel." He passed a folded handkerchief to the lad. "Sorry about that, Cub. You know how he gets."

Harry climbed to his feet and wiped his face with the linen square. "Not that I am unhappy to see you both, but why are you here?"

"With this year's adventure, certain owls have come home to roost." Lupin smiled. He turned to look at the Grangers as he took possession of Harry's trolly. "Hermione has shared that you two like to travel during the Summer Holidays. What would you say to a cruise to Rio?"

"What is the Catch?" Mister Granger asked as he was pushing his daughter's, walking beside the man as they headed for the exit.

"Harry needs a chaperone for Muggle reasons. I can't take him for personal reasons."

"Oh, your … Rabbit issue." Hermione smiled at the Professor. "If we are traveling by ship to Rio… the moon and…"

"Yes." The werewolf was quick to shut her down. He pulled out a couple tickets for Mister Granger. "We will meet you at the Eurostar in two weeks. You as a Group will leave the Port in Marseille and travel by cruise ship to Rio where We will meet you. We thought Hermione and you two would be interested in the journey."

"Boy! Let's go!" the Walrus in human form pushed out of the crowd.

Paddy growled.

"I got this." Harry smiled as he patted the head of the 'dog'. "Uncle Vernon. I would like to introduce you to my Uncle Remus. My Father's Brother. If you don't mind, I will be spending the Summer with them."

Vernon had flushed with rage when the boy had talked back to him, frowned at the man who was identified as the boy's uncle until he brought up the Father… "Just call if you need anything." And the fat man vanished into the crowd.

"That seemed a little too easy." Lupin frowned at the Lad.

Making sure that the led to Padfoot was around his wrist, Harry smiled at the man. "It might have to do with how Prongs was taken from us and how Vernon claims James was taken."

"We are not going to like it, are we?" Moony sighed.

Mrs. Granger had taken the tickets from her Husband and was reading them. "So… we leave for France in two weeks, sail to Rio, and I am not seeing a return ticket here."

"Yeah. About that. Harry will explain everything on the Boat." Lupin looked away. "It all depends on how much you trust Hermione's judgment of Harry and his judgment of Us."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at Harry.

"You read up on the Pack issues. You know what I mean to them." Harry told his best friend.

"I did." The Brunette turned to her Parents. "They are as protective of him as you are of me… if not more so."

"Two weeks, the Eurostar." Mrs. Granger looked hard at her husband.

"Hedwig will have the details for the exact meeting, as you no doubt need to arrange for things to be handled for your trip." Remus dropped his hand on Harry's shoulder. "The Ship leaves two days after you arrive in Marseille. That gives you time to help Harry shop for some muggle attire. Unfortunately only Hedwig will be able to find Harry this summer."

The two family groups parted as they arrived at the street.

SPRB

Remus Hailed a Black Cab, and loaded the trunk into the boot, while Harry and Padfoot climbed into the Passenger compartment. The Cabbie frowned… until Remus shook his hand as he gave the Address of number eight Grimmauld Place. (Having palmed two, Fifty Pound notes, and transferred them with the handshake.)

The whole ride was in silence.

When they got to their destination, Padfoot bolted for the corner stoop, to mark his territory while Harry pulled his trunk out of the boot and Remus settled up with the driver.

As the black car vanished into the evening gloom, Moony carried the Trunk as Harry walked the 'Dog'. As they arrived at the Stoop of number 12 Grimmauld Place, Padfoot whined, as he leaned on Harry.

Seeing the way his closest friend was acting, Remus smiled sadly. "We are staying at his childhood home. Think the Dursleys with magic, and a century of bad breeding."

"Oh… you never met Aunt Marge." Harry scratched behind the ear of the beast leaning on him. "I know what you are going through, you just rescued me from such a fate… let's see what we do here."

Padfoot looked around before he morphed into Sirius and he climbed the steps and opened the door. "Enter and be welcome."

Harry Potter smiled and climbed the steps, Remus right behind him.

As the door clicked shut, the gloom reached for the three wizards. Then the magic lights, looking like a cross of gaslighting and runed crystals, ignited and lit the place in a manner that made it darker than if there were no lights.

"Stay close. The Elf has not cleaned in years." Padfoot led the way to the Stairs.

There Harry was introduced to the concept of Elfen Art. I don't mean Art made by Elves so much they were made of Elves.

"Could that be the reason?" Harry had locked eyes with a bulbous nosed Elf head.

"No… he is just old. Been here since my dear Mother passed over." Sirius looked down the Hall towards the back of the house. "In fact he is looking forward to the day when he will join them."

Dragging his finger through the Dust on the Banister… "I know an Elf or two…"

"Yeah, but they won't leave their families." Sirius started to climb the stairs again.

"Dobby. I have a need…"

"Great Wizard Harry Potter Sir calls Dobby!" the Elf bounced on his toes as he looked around. "Are yous taking Dobby's head?"

"Not for many years… if I don't bury you with full honours." Harry rubbed Dobby's head, when he was shocked.

"Great Wizard Master Harry Potter Sir has Bonded Dobby!" The little guy was so jazzed.

"Okay. First, Sirius. Where am I sleeping?"

"I was thinking of putting you in Reggie's Room." He turned and climbed to the second floor.

"Is it just me or is the inside bigger than the outside?" Harry peered over the rail looking down into the Gloom.

"Yes." The two adults answered with a smirk.

At the first door on the second floor (that's third floor for Americans) Sirius turned the knob and Pushed with more than his hand.

The room was immaculate.

A bed that looked like the beds in the infirmary at Hogwarts was under a window that looked out the back of the House. A school trunk with the initials R.A.B. under the Black Crest in platinum set in black oak, sat at the foot of the bed.

A rolltop desk that would make Albus cry was next to the bed. The chair was a cross of Queen Anne and a corporate desk chair… manager or better of course.

The Wardrobe was the best example of the Kirke-Narnian Wardrobe Harry had ever seen.

"Damn!" Harry looked at the room. "And I thought the Dorm in the Tower was big. I can hide Snape's body in that Desk!"

"Dirty Half-blood will not be touching Master's Desk." A hatchet nosed Elf exited the left hand side of the Wardrobe.

"Unbound Elves need to know their place." Dobby stepped around Harry to challenge the older Elf.

"Uh, Dobby. Until ten minutes ago you were Unbound." Harry frowned at his friend.

"Yes. And everyday it hurt, and only the pain and shame of serving them was worse." Dobby turned to look over his shoulder at Harry.

"I never bonded Kreature." Sirius leaned on the doorjamb. "Mother never allowed it. With me being the only Black, he never had a choice. As I am now the Lord and you are my Heir he has a choice."

The old Elf sneered. "Oh how the Great and Noble House of Black has fallen."

"Oh… you are the equivalent of Ripper." Harry sneered himself. "Dobby, fetch Winky. By Dawn, Sirius Black will bond an Elf."

"And if Kreature don't want bond?" The floppy ears pressed to his skull.

"Then we wait for you to die, put your corpse in a muggle rubbish sac and dump it in Knockturn Alley, and erase everything that Kreature has ever done in the Name of Black."

The look of horror on the faces of the Elves nearly froze Harry's heart.

"Or Kreature can choose the Wizard he wants to Bond before Dawn." Harry turned to look at Dobby. "Dobby, were you not given a task?"

Dobby vanished so fast that there was a back draft.

Harry took a step towards the desk when Dobby returned with the sobbing and sodding form of Winky.

"Winky failed Master! Is Dobby finally going to kill Winky?" The hope in her voice almost broke Harry. It was in that moment that he realized the full impact of Albus's Actions.

"House Elf Winky. I have need of an Elf. Will you Serve?" Harry used his deep voice that he used to speak to those that needed a firm hand.

Winky sniffled. "Winky is a Bad Elf."

"To my Eyes and the Eyes of my Witch, Winky did not Fail either of her Masters. Her Masters failed Winky."

"You take that Back!" Iron returned to the little Female's spine.

"Senior Dismissed his Loyal and Hardworking Elf to save his Ass." Harry's chin rose. "Junior killed his father, tried to kill me, and would be kissing the feet of His Master like the mad dog that he was, had he not been Kissed first." He placed his palm on Dobby's head. "Will Winky Serve?"

"Winky Serve." Just before she burped and feinted. Harry chuckled, before he knelt to pick her up and place her on the bed. "Let her sleep. She has had a bad year. Dobby. Kreature is old and Unbound. He has fallen behind in his Duties to House Black. I am asking House Elf Dobby of House Potter to aid your brother in arms."

Kreature sneered. "First is Doxy infestation in Lower Parlour." Kreature walked back to the Wardrobe and dug out an old worn Beater's Bat. "Pace yourself. Kreature's record is six ricochets solo and five in one swing."

Dobby gent accepted the weapon with the diginty and respect Harry would the Sword of Gryffendor. "Normally use frying pan."

"Frying pan big and slow. Good for the smaller colonies." Kreature nodded. "But for more than two hundred, your arms get weak from the swinging."

Harry thought back to Lupin's classes. "Doxy. Pesticus Domus SCABROSUS morsu. A perverted blend of a Moth and a Locust. Minorly Venomous. But a swarm has been known to kill Wizards if taken unaware. Drawn to Dark and Stagnant Magic. Origins unknown, No Natural Enemies. Note: Known to breed exponentially."

"Very good." Remus grinned over Sirius's shoulder. "Almost textbook."

"Yeah, the Author suggested that you just hose everything in flame. If possible, use Fyend Fyre." Harry shook his head. "We just put a goblet of water in the cage and asked Finnegan to make us some rum."

Remus nodded. "Flash fried every doxy I had in the cage… and made a damn good cuppa."

"I can't tell if you are Joking or not." Sirius smiled at the two of them. "But … Dinner. Anything but Indian. Rips Padfoot raw." he led the way to the front door.

As the passed the front Parlour, Kreature was perched on the couch arm cheering and offering advice to Dobby as the younger Elf swung the bat.

"Ah… Dobby. As much fun as you are having, you are welcome to invite others from Hogwarts to play too." Harry called out.

TBC