A Godfather's Hope

"Right, where are we?" Harry asked, not recognizing the alley they were in, not that most alleys looked different, but there were subtle things that one could see to tell them apart. Like the placement of rubbish tips, and where the doors stood.

"Oh, right, well we're near Kings Cross, so we have a bit of a walk," the dogman said as he made his way to the mouth of the alley.

"You couldn't get us closer?" the teen whinged as he followed. Not that he had anything against walking, but he didn't want to spend all day in London.

"This is the only alley I know," Sirius defended himself. It was the one he and the Potters used whenever Lily wanted to get out of the house. They spent many days in London, just getting away from the war. Lily wanted them to be educated on the city in case they ever had to hide here. That and his old flat wasn't far. "Besides, a bit of walk will do you good. If you use magic to move around, you get fat and lazy."

"Fine," Harry said mulishly. "I'll show you a better place to appear. It's closer to the Leaky Cauldron," he offered as they made it to the streets. Being a weekday, it wasn't that busy, so they made good time. Harry showed Sirius where he slept and what businesses were nice to him when he had been living here. Sirius showed Harry what sites there were; where a good place to eat was, and the few places that were still around from when he dwelled here.

The two made their way to Gringotts, and Sirius was not recognized by the goblins. He was speechless, if Harry could teach him this magic, he could go anywhere. Of course, he didn't ask to see his accounts, or try and get money from the teller.

Money was exchanged, and they went back to the city proper. They spent a good part of the day in bookstores and touring the sites. Harry had to admit he had a good time. Sirius was a funny and happy guy, when he wasn't depressed. He did pick up some wicked books at a Wiccan store that focused on ritual magic and tuning yourself with nature. He figured if he could use ambient magic as well as his core, well he'd be more unstoppable than he was now. Mostly though, he bought ones on meditation.

Thanks to Luna's advice, and Mr. Waters' warning, he realized that there was someone in the castle that put his name in the cup. He was already going over security with Worf in his head. However, from what he had been told of this Voldemort person, he would need to be more powerful, hence the books. He reckoned it was a good thing that he was a mostly moral person, or he would attempt to rule the world. But who wanted that headache?

He also found some self-defense books that he wanted to learn in case Mr. Waters and the goblins were wrong and he lost his magic. He didn't think it would happen, he was really in tune with his core, but why take the chance? Now that he had these books, if the worst happened he could still defend himself.

After five hours of roaming the city, Harry 'poofed' them back to the Shrieking Shack.

"That was really smooth," Sirius commented when they appeared in a cloud of blue smoke. "I hope that book helps me learn this magic."

"I'm sure it will. Barring what you did to Snape, you seem like an intelligent man," Harry encouraged. He really wanted this man to be able to protect himself, if not for the fact that he was his godfather, then for the fact that a great injustice had been carried out on his person. He hoped that when Sirius was acquitted they could do something about that Fudge guy. It had to be illegal to put a Kiss on Sight order out for someone who never had a trial.

"Hey, I wanted to tell you that I have a house that we can hide in over the summer, if you don't want to go back to the Dursleys," the dogman said as if just remembering. He didn't really want to go to his childhood home, but it was the only Black house that wasn't occupied. "It probably needs some work, because it's been standing empty for a while, but with your magic and the elves' help, it should be easy to clean." He wondered if Kreacher were still about, but he wasn't going to call the demented elf to find out.

"Let me think about it. I want to try and to go to the non-magical part of London and get a flat. I could do the reverse on what I did to you today and make myself older. Plus, I can shield that just as easily. You're welcome to join me, as long as you don't try and run my life," Harry said, thinking over some plans to leave. He still had to find out how he lost his memory, talk to the bloody ghost and scare that Ron kid. That and the library was full of things he would never think of, like household spells and defensive magic. He wondered if he could use his invisibility to get into the restricted section. It was something he would try here soon. However, if he could glamor his godfather, he saw no reason why he couldn't do it to himself to look older. Speaking of which, "Do you want me to drop the glamor?" he asked.

"Merlin, no. I want to be able to walk the streets. It's not like I'm a real teen and have to go through puberty. No, leave it on," Sirius said excitedly. He was ecstatic, not even Dumbledore could fault him wanting his freedom. He could even go and talk to Waters about getting cleared. His memories were intact and he could show them to the lawyer, and hopefully obtain a trial. They would have to do some heavy politicking, but he now had hope. Unlike Harry, he was a pure-blood, so the laws were on his side. All he had to do was get around that idiot Fudge.

"Right," Harry said with a nod. He could see the man's point of view. He searched his brain for something to talk about, and then remember his talk with the twins' father. "Hey, I was talking to Mr. Weasley and he told me that there was a life debt between me and Ginny. What does that mean exactly? I mean, I don't want to have to marry the girl. I don't even know her." That was one Weasley that had kept her distance, though every time he looked at her she was staring at him with cow-eyes. It was almost flattering. Almost.

"To put it simple, a lift debt means that she is going to be pulled by magic into helping you until it is repaid," the older man said, taking a seat on the couch. He crossed his right leg over the left and thought hard on how to explain it more.

"So if I demanded that she do the first task for me, she would have to comply?" Harry asked, sitting in one of the chairs and leaning his arms on his knees. That wasn't the type of power he wanted over anyone.

"Well, yeah, but I really hope you're not planning on pitting a thirteen year old girl against a magical beast," the godfather stated firmly. He really didn't want to think that, but…

"Fuck off, I'm not like that. It was just a question," Harry snarled, completely affronted that anyone would think he'd do that.

"I don't really know the new you, not like I really knew the old you either," Sirius mumbled the last part, distraught over the fact he really didn't understand the teen sitting across from him. These mood swings were starting to get to him. He wondered if the self-help books Harry made him buy were going to help. He really hoped so.

"Does this mean others owe me debts too. I mean, I've practically saved the entire castle at one point or another. At least, so I'm told," he asked a bit worried that people were going to start throwing themselves in front of curses or something. "Do I owe that Ron kid for breaking me out of my relatives? I don't know what happened, Hermione only touch on it vaguely, but she said he and the twins rescued me."

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