So this starts with Harry, after Sirius' 'death'. ;] I do not own the Harry Potter books, and these characters are not my own. They belong to J.K. Rowling.

My first fic so be nice ?

"Welcome home, Freak." Harry Potter's uncle Vernon snarled at him before slamming the door shut.

Harry left his trunk out in the hall and flopped onto his bed. His first day back and already he wish that the summer were over. Not the normal wish for most teenagers, but Harry Potter was anything but normal.

How long Harry lay there, he didn't know but he got up sore and stiff; at his owl Hedwig's hooting he woke from his daze and from the look he was receiving from the caged owl he had been lying there for quite a while.

"Sorry girl," He mumbled as he shuffled his feet towards her cage. She gave him a reproachful look before her gaze softened at Harry's devastated face. Cooing softly she flew to his shoulder and nuzzled his face gently.

Not even a week ago, Harry's godfather Sirius had died in battle at the Ministry of Magic and with that Harry's last hope for a loving and even

He reached up to pet Hedwig softly, and walked back towards the bed. It was dark out and for the first time Harry realized that he had no eaten a thing; not that he was hungry for whatever reason but he suspected he had missed well over 8 hours just lying on his bed. Food just didn't seam to matter to him right now.

semi-normal family had been destroyed.

"What do I do without him Hedwig?" Harry pleaded, sounding so broken. Hedwig cooed once again, offering the only comfort she could.

"What do I do?" Harry repeated, and then it hit as though he had run full on into a wall. What would he do? Sirius had been the only adult who he had trusted without a doubt, his only link to having a parental figure he would accept and the only person who had willingly risked everything they had for him. Harry broke down crying, thinking of nothing but the man he had lost, thinking about how it could have been prevented and how he could have done anything different. Well past mid-night before Harry fell into an exhausted slumber Hedwig his silent guard standing watch over him.

Slowly, Harry woke. He felt bloody awful and did not much appreciate as he had only a few hours sleep at most.

"Uhgg." He groaned, before peeling of his sticky clothing. Tugging on a new shirt Harry surveyed the room. It looked like it was early morning and taking a glance at his alarm clock he was proved correct. 7:23. Thinking that he had better have a shower Harry went to the door and tried to open it. The door wouldn't budge! Getting angry he shoved all his weight against it and still nothing.

'That bloody bastard!' He thought, correctly assuming it was his uncle's doing. 'I'm going to starve before the weeks end.'

Turning back to his new 'prison' he kicked his bed a good few times before he looked up at the insistent tapping at his window. Hedwig was there, looking slightly annoyed and there was also a very sinister but very small falcon. Curious Harry went to open the window and watched as both soar in. Hedwig dropped Harry's post on his bed while the falcon flew to Harry's arm.

Untying a very official looking letter Harry sat at his desk while the falcon flew atop Harry's wardrobe. Obviously he was to wait for a reply.

Feeling even more curious Harry tore the letter open and read:

To one Lord Potter of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter. If you are not one Harold James Potter you shall not be able to read the rest of this personal invoice. Gringotts apologizes for any inconvenience.

Dear Lord Potter,

It has come to the attention of Gringotts Wizarding Bank that you have been left unaware of your current position and as you are of you're fifteenth year (nearing sixteenth I have been told) you are now eligible to be told of your standing within the Wizarding World wither Mr. Dumbledore want you to be informed or not. It is of great importance that you arrive with the portkey that you will receive upon reply to this letter. You have been left in the dark over many things and it is our wish to rectify this. Please Lord Potter consider this a matter of life and death and understand that you need to be told in order for you're survival. As to the current Order of the Phoenix members guarding your relative's home, they will be unable to detect Goblin magic. We await you're reply and look forward to seeing you in the very near future.

May gold stay in your pockets and you're life be long.

Bank Manager Blodgar

"What the hell?" He asked aloud. Dumbledore was hiding more from him? And what was this 'Lord' business? Or who was this other person or people that the Gringotts manager was talking about (we)?

Thinking hard, he turned to the falcon and asked, "Would you mind waiting a moment?" At the creatures nod Harry turned to the letter Hedwig had brought.

There were letters from Ron, Hermoine, Dumbledore and much to his surprise Ginny. Deciding to get the worst over with first Harry opened Dumbledore's first.

Dear Harry,

How are you my boy? I trust that your vacation has been pleasant this far?

Harry snorted here.

Now although I hope that what I am about to say will not be questioned, I must first remind you that all this has been done for your own safety and at a great personal risk to others. First I must tell you that under no circumstances are you to leave you Aunt's home. We will know if you do and frankly it will be an extreme disappointment if you do so. I must also say that due to Voldemort showing himself at the Ministry you will need to stay within the wards for the duration of the summer, as it will be safest for you. You're mother died to protect you Harry, and it would be wise to use the tools she left you with to their full advantage. Also understand that because we are expecting an increase in Death Eater activities you will be unable to receive post from both the Weasleys and Ms. Granger as they will be staying in HQ for their safety. They have both agreed and I think you should as well. Be carefree for the rest of the summer my boy and enjoy yourself. I look forward to seeing you at the welcome feast.

Albus Dumbldore

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry.

P.S. Harry if you ever need to write please make sure it is of the utmost importance.

Trying to keep his temper Harry skimmed over both Hermoine and Ron's letter. Theirs left him even more upset.

Dear Harry,

How's it been, mater? Are the muggles treating you ok? Professor Dumbledore said that this will be the last letter in a while and that we should say whatever we need to now. Just don't worry about it mate! And don't let the muggles get you down. Summer will be over soon and then everything will be fine again.

Cheers mate.

Ron

Dear Harry,

I know that you are probably really upset at the moment but please don't do anything stupid. Please! Headmaster Dumbledore is only trying to do what he thinks is best and quite frankly I agree with him. You-know-who wants you for whatever reason and I think that if you want to stay out of trouble that you should do what you're told. At least you can use this time to study right? Don't worry about order business and relax. We will be in touch soon.

With love

Hermoine

Harry looked at the three letters in complete horror. After everything he had been through they were just going to leave him? For two months?

Harry punched the wall leaving a dent and causing the skin on three of his knuckles to split. Cursing Harry picked up Ginny's letter hoping it wouldn't get him even more pissed off.

Dear Harry,

I'm sorry if you thought I shouldn't have wrote you or anything but I just wanted to let you know again how sorry I am about Sirius. If you ever wanted to talk or anything… well I would listen and I would really like to be friends too. If you wanted to be that is. And I wanted to let you know that I think D is being an unreasonable git. I was there when he asked Ron to not write you and really, I don't even think its necessary. The filidus should protect from Ron talking about HQ and its not like he is a complete idiot. But Ron just agreed! Not even a fight or a word against it. And I can just imagine Hermoine, "Don't worry Harry he knows best and you can use this time to study!" Eww. So I know you probably don't need this right now but I just wanted to let you know that I'm on your side too. And that I really want us to be friends. If I insulted you or anything I'm sorry. If not then please write back, cause I don't give a dam about his new rule. Hedwig just showed up after she had taken Ron's letter (D read it) but no one knew about mine so here it is. I'm rambling so bye.

Love your friend

Ginny

This letter made him smile. At least Ginny had backbone and cared for him enough to let him know what was really going on. He promised himself to try and become closer with her.

Looking back to the falcon Harry made up his mind. He was going to find out anything he could about anything related to the war and he was going to start to train. He didn't know how but he would and his first stop was Gringotts.

Writing a quick reply on a scrap of parchment Harry agreed and asked for the meeting to be as soon as possible. With that he tied it back to the falcon and watched as he flew off.

Leaving the other letters till later Harry turned to his beloved owl and ask, "How in the world did you get the window opened and closed."

The look she gave him in response was one that said she assumed it was obvious.

Harry spent the rest of his time gathering his wand and invisibility cloak and stowing them away. Even if he couldn't use the wand without breaking the law he would if he needed to defend himself. Not wanting to even go near the letters he had been sent Harry sat on his bed and waited for his portkey. Not even ten minutes later the very same owl came, holding a larger envelope within his talons.

Once again ripping the envelope open Harry looked at the small figure in his hand was miniature version of a beautiful buck with large antlers. It was exactly how Harry had always pictured his father to look when in his animagus form and he was amazed. He was even more curious as to what would happen at the meeting. Looking to the floor he also realize that he had missed a piece of parchment.

Lord Potter,

We are very pleased that you decided to accept our invitation. This portkey is reusable. To get to Gringott's say "No Good" and to return to privte drive say "Mischief Managed." Come when you are ready. We will be waiting.

May gold stay in your pockets and you life be long

Blodgar

P.S. Stay still while you are moving and you will arrive on your feet.

Closing his fist lightly around the figurine and taking into account what Blodgar had written in the postscript Harry said, "No good," quietly.

With the now familiar feeling of a hook behind his navel Harry was taken into a world of blinding colors and sounds. He landed on all fours, thoroughly winded and rolled onto his back. He stayed like this for several moments before a bark like laugh caught his attention. Getting to his feet quickly Harry searched for the face he had longed to see for days.

"Sirius!" He half yelled, half cried before launching himself at his godfather. Harry held on for dear life, Sirius doing the same for several minutes before coming back to himself.

Taking a step back Harry looked into the face of his godfather. Grin slowly fading Harry could tell something was not right. This Sirius looked much healthier and younger the Harry had ever seen him (aside from his photo album), although his eyes did not quite match his carefree face. They were grey -as they were before- but they were the eyes of a man who had lived through hell and back.

Harry took another step back as his right hand grasped his wand from his back pocket. "What did you create during your time at Hogwarts?" He asked in a slightly cold voice.

Sirius seemed confused for a second before his eyes crinkled, looking proud. "Moony, Wormtail," He snarled this name, "Prongs and I all created a Map during our say at Hogwarts. The marauders map." He grinned.

Harry was not distracted. "What did you do that almost got you permanently kicked out of the marauders?" Harry was sure no one knew this, save for himself and Remus.

Sirius' face fell and he looked pained. "I was an idiot. A stupid, reckless boy." He spoke earnestly to Harry taking a step at the same time.

"What did you do?" Harry asked forcefully.

Sad and ashamed he replied, "If not for your father, I would have had Severus Snape killed."

Harry stopped breathing for a second. Thinking. 'What the bloody hell?' "You're dead."

Doing a small twirl he said, "As you can see, I am fully alive and well." Seeing the confused look on Harry's face he said, "If you sit down pup, I might tell you why."

For the first time since arriving Harry took note of the room. It had high ceilings with dark wood paneling halfway up while blood red paint came halfway down. Harry sat down numbly at the table large enough for fifteen, Sirius dragging a chair to his side. 'What the hell kind of dream is this?' He thought. This was going to be painful when he woke up.

"I want to wake up." Harry said, mostly to himself although Sirius heard.

"Pup?" Sirius asked, reaching to Harry. The latter just shut his eyes tightly. "Pup?" Sirius tried again. Harry didn't respond. 'Shit.' Sirius thought. 'How do you convince someone that you're alive when you died in front of them?'

"Harry!" Sirius said sharply. That snapped Harry out of his stupor, but Sirius did not miss the flinch at his tone.

"Listen to me, please?" Sirius pleaded. Harry looked up slowly, tears blurring his vision. "Sorry for snapping at you." Sirius said softly, reaching out a hand to push Harry's unruly hair from his eyes.

Harry looked like he was fighting internally. He was- trying to decide if he should just go with his dream and wake up truly broken after more time with Sirius or if he should try anything and everything to wake himself up. "You're not real." He said, face falling as he listened to his own words.

Sirius smiled sadly and said, "Listen to me ok?" At Harry's nod he continued, "There are a lot of things going on right now, and you're smack in the middle."

Harry nodded, wondering where his dream was taking him.

"You are right in the midst of ALL the fighting going on," He looked back at Harry who nodded in confusion. "Even though Dumbledore basically ignores you and acts like you're just a kid, right?" Harry nodded again, still not having a clue where this was taking him. "So to sum it all up, you attract trouble –which usually goes by the name Voldemort- and are basically fighting for you're life constantly even though a certain Headmaster tries to keep you in ignorance?"

"Yeah," Harry breathed, still looking like he had just been confounded.

Sirius beamed. "I am NOT dead Harry. It was planned and even though it didn't go exactly as the plan said –well it worked. So listen up and I'll tell you what happened."

Sirius paused, looked at Harry and then began his story, starting from the beginning. "In third year, when you guys set me free I went down to Brazil. I stayed there a few months, just trying to figure out what I had missed. When I was there, I meet this lovely woman named Michelle and she told me all about her little sister at Hogwarts. You know a Lavender Brown Pup?" Harry nodded and said, "Yeah, she's a Gryffindor in my year." Padfoot nodded, he had figured as much. "Well anyways, she told me all about the letters her little sister had wrote about you're adventures. I think you've done at least 7/10 of the most dangerous things to never ever do." Sirius grinned although there was a slight crease between his eyes. "I was told stories of Basiliks, two possessions, cursed brooms, missing bones, TROLLS–so being the concerned godfather I am, I asked around. ALL TRUE!" Padfoot looked very ticked here. "Then there was the Triwizard Tournament! And all this bloody time while a child was fighting against creatures that had killed 3rd Rank Aurors that old coot of a Headmaster let you bloody well do it!" Red faced and breathing heavily Sirius closed his eyes and took a deep breath several times before opening them and staring at Harry. "You were just a little kid. Just a little kid that everyone took for granted and I wasn't there to protect you." He said sadly.

Harry looked at his godfather incredulously. "Are you mad? How was anything that I did because I was stupid you're fault?"

Sirius smiled sadly, as replied, "You were young. Young and ignored by every adult in you're life at the time. It wasn't you're fault because you're ruddy muggle family left you feeling like it didn't matter if you were hurt. Who cares about the freak?"

Harry didn't have a clue what to ask first. "Are you really alive? What happened? Tell me everything. Why is Dumbledore controlling my life?" He asked, sounding excited and a bit nervous.

Sirius smiled and clapped Harry on the shoulder. "Just listen." Harry nodded and settled back down.

"I know it's my fault," He said raising a hand as Harry tried to protest, "Because I should have been there. If I hadn't gone after Peter and tried to kill him then I wouldn't have been chucked into Azkaban and you would have grown up knowing that people love you. A lot."

Harry opened his mouth to protest, but could not find an argument to voice. It was true.

Sirius looked at Harry sadly. "I'm right."

Harry nodded.

"It was my fault that I wasn't there to love you Harry. But once I found out how-" He struggled for a word here, "-how reckless you were I had to do something. So I came up with a plan to help you in the summer before sixth year. The plan was to cart you away, somewhere no one could find us and then I could help train you- which Dumbledore is NOT doing."

Harry looked at his godfather incredulously, "You made a plan to- to- to save me? From who?"

"Yourself. Dumbledore. Voldemort." Sirius paused here. "Quite a few people actually. You make enemies rather quickly." He grinned at Harry's blush.

"So the first plan I had was to simply disappear with you, but because of how meddlesome Dumbledore is we couldn't have. My second plan is the one that almost worked. Well, it did work but not like I wanted." He softly said the next sentence, "I had to die." Sirius then hastily added, "Not actually. But people had to think I had." Harry looked very confused here. "If I had 'died' and then you disappeared from your Aunt's no one would have a clue as to where you were. Not even Dumbledore." He said with satisfaction. "So my plan was to make it look like I had died and then come to get you to be tested and every thing then I could take you to Grimmuald place and no one would find us."

"How would they not find us if we were at Headquarters?" Harry asked looking at Sirius oddly.

Sirius grinned a mischievous grin. "Because we would be where no one else could go. There are 12 levels in total in the house."

"What!?" Harry exclaimed. "We can only get onto the first 3 then…" He said trailing off.

"Not even Dumbledore can get there. There are nine other floors to my parents house that as the owner of the house I can say who can and cannot enter." Sirius beamed, looking proud of his genius. "Now listen. My plan still worked and it worked better then I had hoped but when I fell through the veil I did die. That veil was used centuries ago for people who didn't even deserve Azkaban, because when they entered the after life they would be subject to the memories of their past victims for eternity. When I went through the veil I was judged and when they saw I came through the veil by accident they gave me a choice. Be sent back to the living or stay there."

"You came back for me?" Harry asked, sounding shocked.

"Of course." Sirius responded nonchalantly, "It wasn't much of a decision."

"What!?"

"You needed me." He said simply, "So I couldn't leave you."

Harry was silent.

"This is the next part of the plan. You are going to be tested by the goblins for a bunch of magical blocks and abilities. When they find some they will be removed if it's a block and explain if it's an ability. Got it?"

"Yeah?" Harry said sounding confused.

"Good," Sirius nodded. "After that we will see how your Vaults are doing and then go to you're family vault and mine to see if anything useful is there and get you're family ring. Then we shop to our hearts content before heading home. Brilliant eh?" He asked happily.

Harry looked at his godfather in confusion. "I'm leaving the Dursley's?" He asked hesitantly.

"Yup." Sirius responded, popping the 'p'.

"How?"

"Basically?" He asked and at Harry's nod continued. "Goblin magic –which cannot be detected for the order unless they look for it; which they don't. And the fact that I'm 99% sure that Dumbledore has placed a magical block on you're magic."

Harry's face was blank for a moment then he looked angry. Beyond angry. After all the meddling the old man did in his life the old coot decided to dampen his magic! And didn't mention it once. Harry saw red and decided now and then that Dumbledore would regret trying to control him. Not physical harm –he didn't hate that man that much (or at all really)- but enough was enough. Dumbledore had certainly lost his respect for the time being.

Harry was brought out of his thoughts by Sirius looking at him in concern. "You alright Pup?" He asked in a soft voice.

Harry looked back at the man who had gone through death and back again just from him and smiled. He finally believe that by some miracle he had his godfather back and that this man was going to do everything within his power to help Harry survive and kill Voldemort.

"How do they get it off?" Now that Sirius had mentioned it, Harry was also certain that there was a block on his magic. It had always felt a little off to him and as they spellwork became harder in his schooling he realized just how difficult it was to tap into it.

"Haven't the foggiest. I was told it's the easiest way, if that means anything." Sirius looked thoughtful for a moment. "Ask Blodgar when he gets here."

"Who told you? And who is the other person you keep talking about?" Harry asked.

"Can't tell you kiddo." Sirius said, trying to sound like it wasn't a big deal. He hastily added, "Yet. Can't tell you yet."

Harry looked stony faced as he replied, "Why not? It's about me isn't it? I hate being left out of the loop."

"I owe him a lot pup." Sirius said, looking Harry in the eye. "You'll meet him soon enough. Christmas probably. Don't worry." He grinned at Harry's unsure look. "Okay?"

Harry smiled; it was hard to stay annoyed at Sirius. "So… where were you for the past week?"

Sirius flashed Harry a mischievous grin again. "I was gone for quite a bit longer then that. Timeturners are wonderful inventions." He winked.

Harry was shocked. "How long?"

"Around eight months." He grinned a marauder grin. "Give or take."

"Why?"

Sirius scowled. "Nic was under the impression that you would be able to beat me quickly. So I trained." He smirked at Harry's face. "I'm going to give you a run for you're money."

"You trained so you could teach me?" He sounded very confused.

"I also learned a bit about what talents you might have and how to nurture them." Sirius made a face.

Harry nodded, not knowing what else to say.

"So!" Sirius exclaimed, rubbing his hands together, "ready for testing?" He was practically bouncing in his chair.

Seeing the look on his godsons face he added, "Not to worry pup. It won't hurt a bit. Got it?" He smiled in reassurance.

"Ready." Harry repeated.

At his words the expensive looking doors opened and out walked the oldest goblin he had ever seen with four others trailing behind.

"Master Potter." He announced, walking towards Harry in a throaty voice. "Pleasure to finally meet you."

Harry raised an eyebrow at this.

Seeing the gesture the ancient goblin grinned –He repressed a shudder at the many sharp teeth- and flashing a glance at Sirius said, "You uncle here speaks of practically nothing else."

Harry nodded; nothing knowing what else to say while Sirius shot dirty looks at the small green creature.

Pointing towards the table, the four other goblins that had simply been standing back with their hands full relieved themselves of their packages and after looking to Blodgar left the room.

"So- er…" Harry pause, wondering how to phrase his question, "What are you going to do with me if we can't get the block off?"

Looking at this anxious face of his godson Sirius grinned, as did the wrinkled goblin. "What," Sirius asked with a very familiar marauder grin in place; "You think I'll chuck you in the street?"

Keeping his face neutral the goblin replied soon after, "You need to worry, Mr. Potter. I will be able to break any block placed upon you or you're magic unless you intentionally attempt to stop me." He then added in a grin that showed much too much teeth, "Not that you would stopme per-say but it would defiantly be painful for you."

Sirius clapped his hands and rubbed them together, looking excited. "Ready to start?" He asked in an excited voice.

Soo, that's it for now. Review if you wantt. Read if you don't. =]

Next chapter will be up soon. It's already written along with the next few but I don't want to get anyone's hopes up yet. I'm stuck and I don't know how far this will go yet. Beta's anyone? (- I don't know how to get one so be patient if you offer)

Next chapter up one week from now. (I'll try to have an update once a week)