Harry panted loudly in a dangerous sounding wheeze. His chest burned and his legs felt as if they were on fire. He wasn't sure how long he had been running for, but he didn't dare look back. He wove in and out of crowds in the popular streets of London, wondering if he had the ability to apparate. Even if he did, where would he go? The Weasley's might have wards up, Grimmauld Place might still be host to Sirius' mother, Godric's Hollow was where he was coming from, and Hogwarts was unthinkable.

Right after Sirius had made the declaration that Harry had come from another dimension or universe, James stunned him and moved to attack Harry, thinking Harry had somehow confounded his best friend. Harry had taken off running at once. He had jumped on a quick bus to London, though he kept running. It wouldn't have been hard to track down the bus to the stop.

As he had gotten off, he had seen the familiar pink hair that belonged to Nymphadora Tonks. It pained him greatly to see her alive, well, and searching. He knew they were probably looking for him, no doubt.

Harry ran into an outdoors mall, slowing himself down and slipping into a store. He grabbed a pair of pants and went straight into a dressing room, sitting down on a ledge to gather his thoughts and his breath. He wondered about his chances of being alone in London as a child. He rubbed his eyes tiredly before his eyes snapped open. After the war had ended, Harry and Ginny joined Ron and Hermione on a trip to Australia to find her parents. In fact, the quartet stayed at Hermione's childhood home for a few days. They were happy to do so as Hermione had spent countless of hours at the Weasley's.

He stood up and took a slow, deliberate breath. If he was going to apparate, he would have to be careful. He didn't quite doubt his ability to do so seeing as he had done it in primary. Of course it had been a much shorter distance. Harry envisioned Hermione's home in mind before feeling the familiar squeezing sensation. He gasped happily as he stood on the doorstep. He knocked loudly and rapidly, hoping that even if the Granger's lived here in this universe, Hermione had also been sent to this universe with him.

A woman opened the door and Harry felt himself sag in relief.

"Hello Mrs. Granger. Is Hermione home?" The woman opened her mouth in obvious confusion. Hermione hadn't had any friends as a child, but then he heard a loud squeal. Mrs. Granger gave a soft grunt as her daughter pushed past her and nearly tackled the bespectacled boy to the ground.

"HARRY!" she hiccupped mid-sob. Harry tightened his hold on his friend, trying not to choke on her frizzy hair as it attempted to choke him like it had a life of its own.

"It's been less than a day, Mione," rasped Harry. She pulled away and nodded with a half-smile.

"Oh, but I thought I lost you! I hadn't heard from any of you and I didn't know if you were even here with me! I assumed you were, but since no one would contact, I doubted myself. There are so many disagreeing theories in dimension travel, you know, oh! I can't believe we've actually done it. How did it feel for you? I hope I can stay awake as we travel back. I would love to publish a paper on - "

Suddenly, the two of them heard a throat clear. They paled before turning around to see Hermione's parents staring between them with looks of shock.

"Er, Hermione?" inquired Mr. Granger in an unusually high-pitched voice. Harry rather wished Ron had been there. He had always been so intimidated of the successful Mr. Granger that hearing him speak in such a tone would have made him happier than Morgana at Merlin's funeral.

"Oh, mum and dad, this is Harry Potter! He's a friend from primary. We're doing a project together with two other friends, Ron and Ginny. We'll be upstairs working!" said Hermione rapidly, grabbing Harry's hand and dragging him to her room. Harry waved politely.

"Nice to meet you!"

"So, tell me everything you've seen so far. What are the differences here from our world? For me everything seems to be the same…" said Hermione, her brows slashed downwards as she thought.

"Well, my parents are alive," started Harry. "And my mum tried to kill me."

"Well, it was nice knowing you, Ginny. You're dead," drawled Ron. He and Ginny loomed frightfully over their mother's unconscious form.

"I didn't know I still had accidental magic! It's this bloody baby body!"

"Try saying that ten times fast…" said Ron. At the look on his sister's face, he cowered and muttered a humble 'sorry' under his breath.

"Oh, Ron! What will we do? I can't believe you're dead!" wailed Ginny in distress. She wrung her hands together. "Do you think Harry and Hermione are okay? I mean, we have each other at least but how do you think they're doing?"

"Well, here's hoping that Hermione is with her parents and… well, Harry might be with the Dursley's," frowned Ron. Ginny scowled.

"I'm turning them all into slugs," she stated in disdain. Ron snorted.

"How about rats? Then we can let the neighborhood cats at them," he responded cheerfully. Ginny scoffed and poked her mother again.

"We can't stay here," continued Ron. "Well, at least I can't stay here. You saw what she was like. Completely barmy. Wouldn't listen to a word you'd said."

"You want to leave? B- but where would we go? We're not exactly allowed to up and roam the world. Or have you already forgotten how we look?" said Ginny, motioning to her young body.

"The best thing would be to leave. At least, I could go find Harry and Hermione. If you stay here, you can convince Mum it was all a dream or someth - " Ron yelped in pain as Ginny stomped on his foot.

"You are not leaving me behind, Ronald! If you're leaving, so am I," she huffed, placing her hands on her hips and giving him a look that reminded him of his mother's. He shuddered.

"Alright, alright, keep your hair on," said Ron, sounding like an echo of his older brother. "I reckon we should visit the Dursley's first? I can't imagine Harry being too happy of being sent back to that place."

Ginny nodded.

"Without wands?" she asked. Ron nodded to the staircase.

"Come on. Mum always put the spare wands in the attic. I bet Charlie's and Aunt Min's wands are still up there waiting for us."

The two young children climbed the staircase slowly, listening for the voices of their other siblings. However, the house was utterly quiet. The two could only assume that either Hogwarts was still in session ("We have to get a newspaper.") or that they were visiting a neighbor, in which case they would need to hurry up before anyone got back.

Ginny sneezed loudly as they entered, sending up a cloud of dust. She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"This place is rank," sneered the young girl as Ron began digging into a trunk.

"Good thing I have such a great memory. Found them!" Ron smiled fondly as he grabbed the old wand. "This was such a terrible wand… but oh, the memories." Ginny spun her wand in between her fingers skillfully before slipping it into the waistband of her jeans.

"Okay, come on. We have to get to Surrey before it gets dark. Then we'll really be screwed." Ron nodded.

"Let's go."

"Well, it was nice knowing you, Ginny. You're dead," drawled Ron. He and Ginny loomed frightfully over their mother's unconscious form.

"I didn't know I still had accidental magic! It's this bloody baby body!"

"Try saying that ten times fast…" said Ron. At the look on his sister's face, he cowered and muttered a humble 'sorry' under his breath.

"Oh, Ron! What will we do? I can't believe you're dead!" wailed Ginny in distress. She wrung her hands together. "Do you think Harry and Hermione are okay? I mean, we have each other at least but how do you think they're doing?"

"Well, here's hoping that Hermione is with her parents and… well, Harry might be with the Dursley's," frowned Ron. Ginny scowled.

"I'm turning them all into slugs," she stated in disdain. Ron snorted.

"How about rats? Then we can let the neighborhood cats at them," he responded cheerfully. Ginny scoffed and poked her mother again.

"We can't stay here," continued Ron. "Well, at least I can't stay here. You saw what she was like. Completely barmy. Wouldn't listen to a word you'd said."

"You want to leave? B- but where would we go? We're not exactly allowed to up and roam the world. Or have you already forgotten how we look?" said Ginny, motioning to her young body.

"The best thing would be to leave. At least, I could go find Harry and Hermione. If you stay here, you can convince Mum it was all a dream or someth - " Ron yelped in pain as Ginny stomped on his foot.

"You are not leaving me behind, Ronald! If you're leaving, so am I," she huffed, placing her hands on her hips and giving him a look that reminded him of his mother's. He shuddered.

"Alright, alright, keep your hair on," said Ron, sounding like an echo of his older brother. "I reckon we should visit the Dursley's first? I can't imagine Harry being too happy of being sent back to that place."

Ginny nodded.

"Without wands?" she asked. Ron nodded to the staircase.

"Come on. Mum always put the spare wands in the attic. I bet Charlie's and Aunt Min's wands are still up there waiting for us."

The two young children climbed the staircase slowly, listening for the voices of their other siblings. However, the house was utterly quiet. The two could only assume that either Hogwarts was still in session ("We have to get a newspaper.") or that they were visiting a neighbor, in which case they would need to hurry up before anyone got back.

Ginny sneezed loudly as they entered, sending up a cloud of dust. She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"This place is rank," sneered the young girl as Ron began digging into a trunk.

"Good thing I have such a great memory. Found them!" Ron smiled fondly as he grabbed the old wand. "This was such a terrible wand… but oh, the memories." Ginny spun her wand in between her fingers skillfully before slipping it into the waistband of her jeans.

"Okay, come on. We have to get to Surrey before it gets dark. Then we'll really be screwed." Ron nodded.

"Let's go."

"You're not even going to talk to me?" whined James. Sirius kept on a mask of careful, cool indifference. He didn't even acknowledge his 'best friend.' He couldn't believe he, of all people, taken him out thinking he had been confounded. By a child, no less. Sirius hadn't ever felt so humiliated and terrified in his life.

All those memories he had seen… that moment with Love, as she sent them hurling through time and space. The moment Sirius Black had lost his godson had been a constant pain in his life. He had loved little Harry Potter with everything he had. Sirius had grown up in a world of darkness and Harry had been so pure and innocent. It was a rare thing for the young Black to see something so unblemished.

When Lily had sent her patronus to the three remaining Marauders to meet her immediately, they thought the worst and came to the Potter home as soon as possible. It was worse than Sirius could have ever envisioned.

He had been a near perfect copy of James though he had Lily's bright eyes. Remus had begun growling immediately and it took Sirius every bit of self-restraint he had not to respond. He had smelled it too. It smelled like… Harry. It was so potent that it nearly drove Sirius mad.

Then… then he had seen the memories. He couldn't believe Wormtail, the man who had taken the killing curse for a pregnant Alice Longbottom, had betrayed them in another life. All of the things that Harry went through… Sirius almost couldn't help but wonder if it was better that Harry had died than to live through the hell he did. It struck him hard and painfully to see that he had not been a present factor in his godson's life. How could anyone believe him to betray his best friend, his brother in all but blood?

Sirius had embraced the young boy - scratch that, young man - immediately, inhaling the scent of his young charge as if he were a dying man taking a final breath.

Then, everything went black. And, when Sirius had awoken, he had found that Harry had ran away and was now lost to them.

"Sirius, come on! We didn't have time to check to see if you were under any spells. It wasn't a clear situation… and what kind of ridiculous notion is that? Dimension travel! Would you have believed me?" asked James, placing a hand on his shoulder. Sirius stood up, shaking off his friend's grip.

"Yeah, I would have because that's what friends do," snapped Sirius, ignoring the wince of James. He walked to the foyer, cutting off the startled protest of James. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a godson to catch." Sirius took one step out the door and with a loud crack, disapparated.

Author's Note: Sorry for such a late update! It's short but it's here! School was a killer :( Hope everyone has a good start to their summer's! xoxo