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'Will you stop squirming, it can't be that bad', Sirius chuckled while watching his Godson rub the bruise on his left leg. It had happened when Hilda, the shop assistant, had become a little flustered and bumped Harry off of the stool he was standing on. Not Sirius's fault in the least.

Harry shot his Godfather an accusing stare, and then narrowed his eyes as the older man smirked. 'Yeah, cause this bruise has nothing to do with you'.

'You're right, it doesn't', Sirius quipped leading their way down Diagon Alley. It was about midday, and the once quiet street was now full of exuberant activity. But strangely, the shops themselves weren't even full, witches and wizards were lining the streets to get a glimpse of the famous Harry Potter and his recently free'd Godfather, Sirius Black.

Harry was enjoying the attention, smiling happily at the people who called his name, and even shaking a few brave wizards hand's. It was such a culture shock to the life he had only been living just yesterday, and he loved it.

'Next stop, Quality Quidditch Supplies', said Sirius, smiling broadly at Harry and leading him into the famed shop.

Harry's eyes lit up with glee, he was going to pick out a broom, he was going to learn how to fly!

'Mr Potter!- greeted a sturdy looking man upon their entrance-'so wonderful for you to visit the store.' The man's lips twitched into wide grin, that was half hidden by his bright yellow moustache. 'Mr Black, long time, terrible what happened to you, I hear the ministry is setting up a full scale hunt to find Peter, the little blighter -

Sirius held up his hand abruptly, successfully stopping the shop owners rant. 'I'd rather we didn't discuss him.' He responded in a icy tone, placing a strong hand on Harry's shoulder, as if to illustrate his response.

'Of course. Of course. Didn't mean to offend. Please, feel free to look around. Not many in the shop at the moment. I'll keep the rabble out.' The owner sputtered quickly, before dashing to the front door and flinging up the closed sign; then disappearing into the back.

'Sirius?' Harry questioned hesitantly, the brutal glare still fixed on the older man's face.

'Uncle.'

'What?'

'Call me Uncle, that's what I am now. What I always should have been. We're family Harry. Call me Uncle.' He repeated firmly, to which Harry only nodded. 'Go have a look around, I'm going to have a word with Mr Ottermin'. Sirius strode of in the direction of the stuttering man.

Harry stood stock still, everything had happened so quickly. It hadn't occurred to him to hate this Pettegrew person, he'd been too overwhelmed. He hadn't thought. But after seeing the pain on his, now, Uncle's face, he couldn't help but feel the pit of hate grow inside of him like a viper ready to strike. He was glad this traitor would be caught, he hoped he was fed to the Dementors.

The boy walked blindly down the centre isle of the shop, fuming silently, before making a sharp turn left and slamming into a solid body; making them both stumble.

'Watch where you're going' snapped a boy around the same age as Harry. The boy had platinum blonde hair, and a very regal looking face. Which was now staring at Harry with a slightly open mouth.

'Sorry' Harry responded, too busy staring in awe at the broom the young boy held in his hands.

'I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy', came a voice and then a hand flung into Harry's eye line. Harry tried hard to tear his eyes away from the sleek looking broom and focus on the person in front of him, but it was harder than you might imagine.

'I'm Harry, Harry Potter.' He greeted, firmly shaking the offered hand. Draco noticed the focus of Harry's attention and smirked knowingly.

'You like the broom? Its a nimbus 2000, the newest model on the market. I'm going to get Father to buy it for me.' Draco finished pompously. Harry tried to ignore the self righteousness in the blondes voice, the tone had alway grated on his nerves. It had always been directed at him by snooty old men, which he had promptly stolen from. Harry smirked at the memory, Minister Fudge hadn't even seen it coming, the old fart.

'What else do you know?' Harry questioned eagerly, desperate to see how it surpassed the previous model. Just because he had never learnt to fly, didn't mean he knew nothing.

'The handle is made of mahogany, highly reliable, good speed, exceptional handling...', Draco spouted off further statistics and flight test information, which Harry thought sounded like the perfect broom, he looked desperately over his shoulder for Sirius, but there was no one in sight.

'What broom do you have now?' Harry asked, trying to be polite.

'A Comet 260'

'So you're looking for an upgrade', Harry mused, still inspecting the Nimbus 2000.

'Yeah...Father said, you lived with Muggles' Draco said, almost whispering the last word, disdain for the non-magical beings clear in his voice.

'For a little, I guess'-Harry responded evasivly, not at all liking the topic-'I live with my Unlce now, at the Potter Manor.' he sad proudly, not wanting to divulge his deepest secret to a complete stranger; he didn't want to see that look of disgust he was all too familiar with.

'You're Uncle?'

'Sirius Black'

'Father said he was your Godfather' Draco said rather primly, correcting Harry.

'He was like a brother to my Dad, that makes him my family, that makes him my Uncle' Harry said firmly, an unfamiliar loyalty sparking inside of him. He could feel the heat of the emotion in the air around him, crackling with intensity. He swore he saw Draco flinch.

'Where is he now?'

'He's having a word with the shop owner' the way Harry stressed the word 'word' left no room for the imagination.

'What did the idiot say now?' Draco asked, making Harry snort. It sounded so strange coming out of the well spoken mouth of Draco Malfoy.

Harry watched the blonde boy curiously, 'He mentioned the traitor'.

'Smart move.' Draco didn't even flinch with his reply, the scathing words shooting out of his mouth. The boys fell into companionable silence, inspecting a pair of dragon hide Quidditch gloves, and debating the durability of the different types.

That is how Sirius found the two youngsters, a sleek looking broomstick between them, and a mountain of different Quidditch essentials bundled in their arms. 'Someone having fun then?'

'Sirius!' Harry greeted happily, smiling at his Godfather. 'Sirius, this is Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy this is my Uncle Sirius'. Sirius didn't let it show, but he was a little shocked by the name. Lucius Malfoy was one of the cruelest, most cowardly men he had ever had the pleasure to hex. But, you couldn't choose your family.

'Nice to meet you Draco, I'm Sirius Black. Your mother's cousin.' Sirius added, hoping to remind Harry of their previous conversation about his family.

'Father never mentioned-' Draco began.

-'I'm sure he wouldn't.' Sirius cut him off.

Understanding his Uncle's subtle mentioning of family for the warning it was. Harry felt the urge to protect his...friend? Sure Draco was pompous and arrogant, but there was something about him. Something about him that Harry could relate to. Maybe they could be friends?

'Draco's been telling me about the Nimbus 2000, its defiantly the broom I'm going to get. Its perfect.' Harry grinned at Draco, who smiled hesitantly in response.

'Sure kid, whats all the rest of this?' Sirius asked, which led to diving back into the full scale debate of the pros and cons of the different types of dragon hide gloves. To which Sirius was fully involved.

'Draco' The sharp order, rang out across the Quidditch shop, a little while later. 'Let me through you blundering fool! Do you know who I am?!'

Harry watched as he saw Draco flinch at the voice, then saw a cool mask melt across his face; all traces of his previous enjoyment wiped away. Draco's body drew up ram-rod straight, his chin rose a little higher, he looked like a perfect copy of the arrogant purebloods that Harry had no trouble stealing from. Only the white knuckle grip, on the dragon hide gloves in Draco's hand gave away the young boys distress.

Harry watched distrustfully as the owner of the voice came sauntering up to the group. A tall man with gleaming long pale blonde hair, a pointed chin and cold grey eyes stopped in front of the two boys and Sirius, a smarmy smirk plastered across his face.

'Father, I was jus-'

'Silence Draco', the older copy of Draco snapped, immediately shutting up the younger boy. 'Mr Potter, we meet at last. I'm Lucius Malfoy, I must say, you look very like your father-'

'Malfoy!' Sirius sneered, stepping in front of Harry and Draco. Harry could practically feel the hatred rippling off of his Godfather, and he had to really strain his ears in order to hear the deadly whisper Sirius directed at Lucius, 'Mention James again, and I'll be happy to re-introduce you to some old friends waiting for you in Azkaban'.

Half a minute passed without either man backing down from their angry stance, but it was Lucius who broke first. 'Draco, come. Your mother is waiting.'

Harry turned to see a silent Draco nod slightly and then place the gloves in his hands down on the shelf beside him. Who did Lucius think he was! It wasn't fair, Harry liked Draco. Sure, the kid was more than a little pompous and he was the epitome of a spoilt brat...but he was alright, once he got talking.

'Hey Draco' Harry smiled, stopping the blonde boy as he walked to his fathers side. 'Come over to the Potter Manor sometime, its my birthday next week. We can go flying.'

Draco's eyes widened slightly at the invitation, his lips itching to turn into a small smile. That was until Mr Malfoy slapped a hand down onto his son's shoulder.

'I'm afraid we couldn't make it', Lucius stated glancing cautiously at Sirius, who was staying surprisingly silent on the matter.

'I didn't invite you, you're not welcome in my home. I invited Draco, my friend.' Harry replied, not bothering to hide his disdain for the man in front of him.

A short chuckled escaped Sirius's mouth, his whole body relaxing at his godson's words. 'You heard Harry, Draco's welcome anytime he wants. Besides, you wouldn't want the Daily Prophet to find out that you ruined the Boy-who-lives' eleventh birthday, would you?' Sirius challenged, already knowing the answer to his question.

Lucius's mouth gaped open slightly, a large vein becoming more and more prominent along his temple. Harry couldn't hide his smirk, as he watched the elder man storm out od the shop, dragging a startled Draco along behind him.

'See you next week Draco!' Harry called, a beaming grin on his face as he turned to see his Godfather smiling happily down at him.

Sirius pulled Harry into his side, one arm slung over the young boys shoulder 'You're a trouble make Harry', he chuckled slightly, all traces of his previous anger washed away. 'Looks like we're having company next week, come on, best buy that broom, we need to start practicing now if you want to be ready by next week'.

'I'm a quick learner' Harry grinned, dashing over to grab the broom propped against the shelf.

Mr Ottermin was more than happy deal with their purchases, which Sirius insisted on paying for, from a pouch full of galleons that Harry hadn't even known he'd been carrying. Either Harry was losing his touch (and after only one day, which he found very unlikely) or he may have met his match in his Godfather.