Hiya, I have taken over this fic for Sugar Junky Freakazoid I will be making some changes so if you have read it before, read it again, and I'm always open to new ideas. Here's a hint: major plot change

Disclaimer for all chapters: I do not own Harry Potter so please don't sure.

Summary: Just by changing one event in time you can alter all of history. Well, let's say Hagrid did give Harry to Sirius. This is what I believe could have happened. Very different from all of the other versions of this sort of thing I've read.

Azkaban Child

Chapter one - Visit from the Minister

Sirius Black watched as his Godson, five year old Harry Potter, tossed and turned in his sleep, and felt a pang of guilt at all that had happened. He could hardly believe that the idiots at the Ministry had done this to Harry four years before and he still could not today.

Just over fourteen years prior a Dark wizard, who went by the name of Voldemort, had started looking for followers. He got them too, a couple of which being Sirius' own brother and cousin who had joined for what Voldemort had represented. Some had joined out of fear of what he might have done had he refused, and others joined for the power that they believed Voldemort could give them.

They had been dark days; no one truly knew who could be trusted. Nobody dared to get friendly with any strangers, not knowing whether or not that person bore the dark mark, Voldemort's brand, and would betray you to their Lord without so much as a second thought. Voldemort had been taking over by using the same technique that Hitler had - racism against one main group of people; in Voldemort's case Muggles and Muggleborns.

Of course, there had been wizards that had stood up to Voldemort. They were killed, in some of the most horrible ways imaginable. One of the only safe places left in the world was considered to be Hogwarts. Many people reckoned that Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, was the only person Voldemort had been afraid of. It was said that Voldemort didn't dare to try taking Hogwarts. Well, at least not then.

Harry's mother and father, Lily and James, had been to of the nicest people anyone could meet, and were a good witch and wizard to boot. They had even been Head Boy and Girl at Hogwarts when they had been at school together! It was actually a mystery why Voldemort hadn't tried to get them on his side beforehand... he had probably known that they were too close to Dumbledore to want anything to do with the Dark Side.

Maybe Voldemort had thought he could have persuaded them... maybe he had just wanted them out of the way. But all anyone knew was that he had turned up in the village where Lily, James and Harry had been living on Halloween, just four years ago. He went to their house and he killed them.

Voldemort had killed Lily and James that night, both with the Avada Kedavra, and then, this being the real kicker in the story, he failed to kill Harry. Voldemort had probably just wanted to make a clean job of the whole thing, or maybe he had just liked killing so much as that point that he tried to kill Harry with the same curse that had killed Harry's mum and dad. Somehow, and no one was quite sure the reason behind it, the curse bounced back at Voldemort, all but killing him, and leaving nothing but a lightning shaped cut on his forehead.

And so Harry had become famous that day, that fateful Halloween night during which his parents were brutally murdered.

So there they were, locked up inside a cell in Azkaban, and had been since just a few days after Voldemort's defeat. Why? The answer to that was simple. The answer to that was the Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic was the government of the wizarding world, and they made all of the important decisions that were to be made, and that included imprisoning their own saviour.

You see, Sirius had gone to Godric's Hollow on the night that Voldemort had been defeated by Harry after discovering that Peter had left his hiding place, only to find he had been far too late. Lily and James were dead, and Harry had survived with naught but a lightning shaped scar on his forehead.

Sirius hadn't been alone there, though. He had arrived only mere moments after Rube's Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts, who had been ordered by Albus Dumbledore to collect Harry. Sirius could still remember the conversation they had had as if it were yesterday.

"Hagrid, please" He had arrived only mere moments after Rube's Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts, who had been ordered by Albus Dumbledore to collect Harry. Sirius could still remember the conversation about when he had been expelled, and had convinced the previous headmaster to allow him to stay on as gamekeeper. Finally, Hagrid relented.

"Fine," Hagrid heaved a sigh. "But you can 'plain ter Dumbledore why you don't want l'il 'Arry livin' wi' those muggles."

Sirius smiled his thanks at the giant, and stepped forwards to accept the sleeping child. As he touched Harry, Sirius was hit with a feeling of warmth, like a warm breeze had just hit him, very like how it had felt when he had received his first wand. He was so happy! He could raise Harry as he should be raised! Granted, he should have been raised with Lily and James... But...

"Sirius Orion Black, you are under arrest for the betrayal and assisted murder of Lily and James Potter. You have the right to remain silent..."

Crap, Sirius thought. He had been so happy at the thought of allowing Harry to grow up happy, something which almost certainly wouldn't have happened had the Dursleys taken Harry, he hadn't even noticed that a whole lot of aurors had shown up.

"Auror Smith is approaching you, hand over the child to him or we shall have to use force."

He looked at the Auror who was approaching him now. He was surprisingly fat and old for an auror, and Sirius knew he could take him on. However, there was a lot more aurors, and it was at a time when violence would not solve anything. Silently he handed over Harry, only to collapse, screaming in agony. Briefly he heard Harry screaming too, and the yells of the Aurors for Smith to give Harry back to him.

"What did you do to Harry Potter?" snarled the Auror who had spoken the first after Sirius had been given Harry back.

"Noth-" Sirius cut himself off. Something had just occurred to him. "I think I may have bonded with him."

After that the Aurors had arrested him, and, not knowing what else to do, allowed Harry to stay with him prevent both saviour and prisoner from immense pain. It had later been proven that it was true what Sirius thought, and that he had bonded with Harry. However, Sirius knew that the Ministry had been faced with a dilemma that day. They couldn't very well let someone whom they believed to be a Death Eater loose, but they also could not send him to Azkaban, away from Harry. So they came up with a solution, one they believed to be ideal at the time: Harry would go to Azkaban with Sirius.

Sirius offered a small sigh to the wind just before he felt a soft hand touch his shoulder; he turned to face the golden-brown eyes of his mate, Remus Lupin. There was another ministry mistake if ever there was one, Remus, who was in fact a werewolf, had a bond with Sirius similar to the one with Harry, the difference being that it was more romantic than paternal. He was also beginning to develop a paternal bond with Harry. Because of that he was stuck in this little cell. It hadn't helped that he believed Sirius's innocence. Sirius remembered the first transformation in Azkaban; the guards came to get Harry and Sirius for the night about an hour before moonrise.

"Come on then" the guard growled at Sirius while looking nervously out the window as if he expected the moon to suddenly appear. He reached in to grab Sirius when a low growl interrupted him and he found himself thrown from the cell by an irate werewolf "leave" was all that needed to be said for the guard to pick himself up and hobble (Moony had managed to sprain the mans ankle) as fast as he could the way he had come. "Uh, Remus", Sirius said worriedly, the man turned and with a small smile he said "no one will take my pack from me" his voice had a strange growl in it. A strange look came over his face and he whispered "Padfoot" "Yeah" "The wolf can communicate with me, you don't have to worry he won't hurt you or Harry, he considers you his mate and Harry his cub, he also won't let any of the guards take either of you away" "Ok" really what else can you say to that. Four more gaurds tried before moonrise and six more were prepared to stun the wolf if it made any false move, but all Moony did was lick Sirius and Remus to affirm that they were ok then curled up next to them and went to sleep.

After that they never tried to take Harry from Remus at the full moon.

It was far from a perfect solution, and many of the problems in it were still being worked out. Nevertheless, it was basically the only one the Ministry had believed available.

And that led up to that exact moment in time. Dementors were ordered to nearly never visit the cell, for fear that their effect would drive the wizarding world's saviour into the safe arms of insanity, but they still did every now and again. Oh well, it was still fortunate that they stayed away most of the time. Plus their rare, close up presence had allowed both Harry and Sirius to become ever so slightly immune to them

"Sirius Black," shivered one of the human guards of Azkaban, who obviously wasn't used to the dementors presence. Sirius looked up. "The Minister is here to see you."

Sirius nodded and stood up, away from Harry and exchanged a nod with Remus. The dementors grabbed his arms and pulled him out of the cell towards the very small visitors' area where Cornelius Fudge, the newly elected Minister of Magic of Britain, sat impatiently.

"Black," Fudge spat as Sirius was forced down into a chair that bound him the moment he sat. "It seems, we have finally found an ideal solution to the problems regarding young Harry's education."

A/N: Hoped you liked my new version, input is always nice and I try to use any Ideas that are given

Anyways, next chapter is Harry going to Diagon Alley (yes, about a six year time jump, so sue me!)