Author's Note: Here we go again, this is the most anticipated sequel to Harry Potter and the Emerald Eye.( I suggest you read that first, but you don't have to, it's just a good idea.) Harry's in for quite a year when he starts seeing things that no one else can, is it a dream? Or is he really going crazy? Questions start arising like what did Voldemort do to his victim after he killed them? This has it all; mystery, insanity, a lot of Sirius, and everyone calls Harry a lunatic at least once! ;)

Disclaimer: Not mine, J. K.'s, except what you don't recognize.

Sirius: Oh, and when Harry calls me "Sir," it's pronounced like seer, now on with the show!

Harry Potter, and the Book of Ages

Chapter 1: The Red Dragon

People all across England were sound asleep in their beds, their sleep peaceful, quiet, undisturbed . . . normal. Sirius Black's sleep was anything, but normal.

Eyes like fiery coals loomed ahead, a silver dagger flashed!

Wolf, stag, dog, and rat joined as one under the full moon, for the last time.

"If anything happens to us, you'll be there for him won't you?"

"Of course."

Plunging into infinite darkness, the only the constant drip-drip of rain to remind you that you were still alive.

Drip -drip!

A drop landed on his head.

Drip-drip!

Another drop landed on his hand.

Drip-drip!

Wait! That wasn't rain, rain wasn't red. Then what was it? Blood?

He looked up. A chalky, skeletal hand held something, a man? No, to small, maybe a boy? Whatever, it was it was covered in something, blood!

The hand threw the body into the air, as if it weighed no more then a rag-doll, it spun in mid-air spraying blood everywhere, and landed several feet away from where Sirius was standing, its face hidden.

Curious, Sirius went to investigate, a pool of blood as thick as paint surrounded the body. He moved the boy's, for it definitely was a boy, hand that hid his face, his breath caught in his chest.

The pale face, the normally bright, expressive eyes were dull, the soft pink lips were an icy blue, the scar that the boy had bore since he was a baby stood out vividly on his now lifeless face.

Petrified, Sirius flipped the boy over trying to stop the bleeding, but there was no blood to left stop it was all right there, around the body, on his hands . . . Everywhere.

He screamed.

Sirius Black jolted out of his sleep, his heart racing, breathing in huge gasps. He looked around wildly in the darkness, his eyes landed on the bed next to his where his godson slept.

Tranquil looking, and breathing softly, his dreams at least on the outside seemed normal, Harry Potter was the perfect example of what Sirius should have looked like at that time of night.

He's alive, he's okay, no blood, Sirius thought as he caught his breath. Damn dreams, just go back to sleep Black before you wake him, too. But Sirius did not go back to sleep, instead he got out of bed, glancing quickly at his reflection in the mirror as he passed it.

His not-quite shoulder length jet black hair had a few brown highlights from the sun, his handsome features were sharper then they had been when he was younger. His skin was darker then it had been when he escaped Azkaban, but still pale. His soft, deep brown eyes were still dulled a little, but it was going away. His body was still muscular, and strong, but he was still very thin. He was no longer the man he once was, physically or emotionally.

He was not so devil-may-care as he used to be, he was more sensitive to those around him. He was no longer as quick-tempered, and thought before he said anything. But he was still just as loyal as ever, and he was still Sirius Black, Padfoot, one of the famous Marauders.

The reason that he was so different was because he had spent twelve years in the most vile place on the face of the earth, Azkaban. Azkaban was a prison where the guards where eyeless, soul sucking fiends called Dementors. If anyone got to close to a Dementor their mind would be wiped of all happy thoughts, and left with the worst experiences of their lives. Most people went mad in Azkaban, but thanks to the fact that he was an Animagi, and could transform into a dog at will, Sirius had not.

Looking out the window at the star studded sky, bathed in moonlight, Sirius noticed a large snowy white owl flying toward him. Hedwig, he thought.

Hedwig was his godson's post owl.

To many people having a pet owl would seem strange, and unfair to the animal, but Sirius and Harry weren't like most people, they were wizards. Yes, you heard me correctly, wizards, and they weren't just your run-of-the-mill wizards either, they were special. (But I'll get back to that later.)

Why Hedwig was out tonight Sirius wasn't sure, but opened the window wider for her to enter.

She landed on his outstretched arm, and allowed him to untie a letter from around her leg.

To: Sirius Black

From: M. O. M. Department of Magical Creatures

Att.: Animagi Registration

The envelope read. Disgustedly, Sirius opened it, if he saw one more Ministry of Magic envelope he was going to scream. He had received twenty to date, (this one was number twenty-one) all containing dozens upon dozens of forms to be filled out, some were about his Gringotts account, others were about giving him the money he would have made if he had not been wrongfully imprisoned for twelve years, and others were about him being formally recognized as Harry's legal guardian, and being able to raise him. Those were the kind he didn't mind spending hours filling out, since they meant that he could be finally recognized by the wizarding world as Harry's lawful guardian, and as an innocent man.

After skimming the letter, the contents of which included a test in front of the Department of Magical Creatures of how fast, smoothly he could transform, his distinct markings, and so on, he shoved it back in the envelope and tossed it onto the bed. His eyes traveled back over to Harry, who was still sleeping peacefully.

At least one of us can sleep, Sirius sighed, before flopping backwards onto his bed. As he looked around the bland colored walls of the hospital wing, the events of last week played over in his head; walking in through the Forest of Souls, Harry almost dying in his arms, the race for Harry's life, the dagger plunging into his back, Harry rushing to his side fearing that he would lose his godfather forever, the Emerald Eye (a magic talisman that could do heal any wound, bring back the recently dead, and raise the Army of the Dead) healing his fatal wound, the destroying of the Eye, and ultimately obtaining his freedom.

Then Peter Pettigrew's, the man who was responsible for Harry's parents' death and Sirius's wrongful imprisonment, last words before he was hauled off to Azkaban echoed in Sirius's mind, "Then you, Sirius Black, will feel the wrath of Lord Voldemort worse then any other!"

Sirius shuddered, he knew some of the things Voldemort did to his victims and that was enough to give anyone nightmares. Out loud, the heavens' as the witnesses, Sirius made a promise to himself, "Voldemort will not hurt Harry in any way, not break one of his bones as long as I'm around, I swear."

To puncture his statement a piercing scream echoed through the room. Sirius spun around to see Harry, once peaceful and quiet, was now thrashing about, screaming in his sleep.

"Stop! No! Let them go! I'm the one you want! Don't kill them! Take me instead!" Harry screamed wildly, twisting his body this way and that.

Sirius dashed to his side, trying to shake him awake.

Harry's hand shot out pushing Sirius away, it would have hit him if Sirius had not ducked.

When did he get so strong? Sirius pondered, shaking Harry again, "Harry, wake up! It's only a dream! Wake up!"

Harry's eyes shot open, looking wild and disoriented.

"Shh . . . It's only me," said Sirius quickly putting his hands on Harry's shaking shoulders.

Harry relaxed almost instantly. "Sirius?" he said groggily. "What are you doing up?"

"I could ask you the same question,"Sirius said, sitting down on the bed.

"What was yours' about?"

"Not saying, you?"

"Same."

Sirius laughed softly, "We are awful."

"No kidding," Harry said shoving his thick, black glasses on. Harry would have normally told Sirius about the dream, but this dream was different. This dream had been about his parents.

He was tried to Voldemort's father's gravestone again, scarlet blood crept down his arm, Wormtail had just slashed it.

Voldemort, reborn, stepped out of the cauldron, "Robe me."

Wormtail obliged, robing his master then scurrying away in a rat like way.

"So, Harry we meet again," Voldemort said turning around quickly, his eyes glowing devil red. "And this time you are not alone is he, Lily? James?"

Harry twisted as much as he could in the constricting ropes, behind him stood his parents. His mother's red hair as fiery as Voldemort's eyes, his father's dark blue eyes cold and boring into Voldemort. They knelt beside Harry.

"Mum, Dad," Harry gasped as Lily places a gentle hand against her son's cheek.

James flashed a small smile in spite of the dire conditions, "I've seen you play Quidditch, you're fantastic."

Harry blushed, while Lily muttered, "Honestly James, no matter the danger you think about Quidditch."

"Prepared to join the others, are you?" Voldemort asked silkily, bringing the Lily and James's attention away from their son.

"No," Lily said cooly. "As long as we remain free you can't use it again."

Voldemort strode over to where the Potter family was, and tilted Lily's head up, "So beautiful, so powerful, so stupid."

"I wouldn't say that again if I was you, Tom," James growled like a muzzled bear as he put a hand around on Lily's shoulder, and another on Harry's as Voldemort's eye flashed dangerously.

Lily gave James a look of gratefulness, before rising to her feet, "You have a weakness Tom, your true identity, it will be your downfall."

"No, Lily, it was yours'," Voldemort said softly raising his wand, cords constricted around Lily and James, "Harry, how would you like to see your parents die again?"

Harry's eyes went wide as the graveyard transformed into a family room, his parents in each others arms.

A door flew open! Voldemort!

"No!" Harry screamed running front of his parents,"Stop! No! Let them go! I'm the one you want! Don't kill them! Take me instead!"

Voldemort pushed Harry aside,"Avada Kedavra!"

"You have to find it before he does!" Lily whispered to Harry before a blinding green light engulfed her.

"No!"

Harry came out of his reverie by realizing that Sirius was calling his name, he raised his head to look him straight in the eye, "Huh?"

"I said are you sure you're all right? You look kind of green, and I don't mean in the eyes."

"Just tired, I guess," said Harry meekly.

Not fully convinced Sirius shrugged, and told him to try to go back asleep. Harry agreed as he eased himself under the blankets.

"Sirius?"

"Yes?"

"When are we going to tell the Dursleys that you're free?"

Sirius smirked, he was going to enjoy speaking to the Dursleys, he was going to have quite a fun time doing that. "Soon, very soon."

Harry knew that look, the Dursleys were in for something that one could only describe as Sirius Black. As he moved to pull the sheet closer around him Sirius grabbed his right arm roughly. "Hey!"

Sirius ran a finger down the crook of the arm where Pettigrew had taken Harry's blood to use in Voldemort rebirthing ceremony, a scar marked the spot. His solemn eyes traveled up to the night sky that had turned blood red with the rising of the sun then back down to the scar. "Oh God . . .," he gasped as a ray of red sunlight played upon the scar, the scar was in the shape of a tiny dragon. Harry was marked with a red dragon.