Transcendence Through The Looking Glass

December 15th, 1989 - Sirius

Today was the day. He sighed running his fingers through his hair. For the first time in a while Sirius actually had plans for the day. Though he wouldn't say all of them were good. Healer Brown had finally convinced him to go do this. He was going to see the Potter's at Arkley's minimum-security prison. The mere thought still made his stomach drop. Now more than ever he wished that he hadn't continued to abstain from drinking. But if Sirius did drink, he'd be a proper alcoholic in a day. And Sirius had promised himself not to fall to that temptation. If not for himself then for Harry. He would drink again but only when he was certain. Certain that he wouldn't spiral into a self-depreciating depressive state.  

He was also going to spend time with Caspian later in the night. But until either of those events he was at Grimmauld Place. Arcturus had asked Sirius to go through and close the house properly. Arcturus himself lived in a countryside plantation house near Godric's Hallow. So Grimmauld has been empty since Walburga's death some years ago. Sirius himself had no interest in living in this nightmare factory. His childhood memories of this house were horrid as it is. To see the state of it now, and the occasional critter infestation...well nightmare is a good term. He'd been here a few days before but had left in a huff. Kreacher the batty house-elf was completely insane! Sirius despite his new attitude, had chosen to fall back on old habits. He'd given the elf as good as he'd got! When he'd been going through the dining room sorting items. He realized the few items he'd chosen to throw away had vanished. They wouldn't stay missing for long however as the next day. Sirius had gone into a different room. He hadn't finished the dining room but had wanted to see what was in the room next door. As he couldn't recall what the room had been used for. Anyway, he'd found some of the items that vanished had been hastily stuffed onto a coffee table.

Of course, Sirius had lost his temper because it had to have been that rotten crazy elf. He truly wasn't proud of the resulting argument with said elf. Stooping to that crazy elf's level was never a good thing. So here he was again this time Sirius was more prepared. He'd brought several shrunken storage chests to help him sort things. After Arcturus's suggestion he'd locked the wards down on the room he was in. This would prevent Kreacher from popping into the room and interfering. The elf was no use anyway, no self-respecting house-elf would let their homes be this filthy.

So here he was in his mother's bedroom. He stood within the seemingly only clean room in the entire house. But given the level of the elf's obsession with her it was a given. If he didn't know any better, he'd say it was like his mother was still alive. His first urge was to honestly burn everything in here. He had hated the woman with a passion and the feeling had been mutual. But Caspian and his mind healer had been right. Just because he had his mother didn't mean that he should hate the things she liked. It didn't make sense in the long run. His mother loved Crème Brulee too. Did that mean he had hated Crème Brulee? 

No, it was an okay dish, it was never a favorite of his. But he'd always hated her and everything she stood for. So, in his youth he'd done everything he could to be the exact opposite of her as possible. It was pretty childish looking back on it now. His magic is dark just like hers and the rest of the family. Yet another thing he'd hated because of her. Why should that stop him from letting go? The past was the past right? She wasn't coming back, so what happened between them was in essence superfluous. Maybe he'd just take a few items to burn and donate the rest? Nothing would piss his mother off more than a commoner wearing her clothes. Clothes that no doubt cost several hundred galleons. It would certainly bring a sense of closure. And make him feel better!

With that thought in mind he went to the closet. He pulled out several robes and dresses. While his mother preferred to wear the latest fashion. She never got rid of the out of season clothes. They would be stored away usually only worn in the confines of the house. Where the rest of high society wouldn't lay eyes on her. He saw several outfits that he placed in his "to burn" trunk. She'd worn them on several of the days that she had punished him. He put the rest into the donation trunk along with several pairs of shoes. Bags and purses had the same fate. He cringed at finding his mother's underwear drawer. Yup those were getting burned for sure. Sirius thought that tonight he might actually forgo his no drinking rule.

Jewelry and hairpins went into the Gringotts trunk. Furniture was carefully shrunken and stowed away. The room was entirely bare, so he reshrunk the trunks leaving them in his pockets. Before throwing around cleaning spells. He even repaired some wall damage that had been hidden by an armoire. Lifting the wards Sirius left the room and moved on to the next. He'd cleared two guest rooms, a sitting room, and half of a potions lab when his alarm spell sounded. Packing up he used cleaning spells on himself and made it outside. Apparating away Sirius landed at the Ministry apparition points. He then headed to the Auror department after a ride through the elevator. They really needed to up the security around here. School children could literally break in right under their noses.

But that wasn't his job anymore. Given how they had treated him during his arrest and subsequent imprisonment. Well, he wasn't about to do them any favors anytime soon. In the Auror's main office nostalgia creeped up on him. He remembered working here, fooling around with James and popping off smartass remarks to the other Aurors. Those people had been his friends, his comrades.... his family. And they had turned on him without a single thought. They didn't stick up for him or even question him properly. They just turned on him. His fists were clenched beside him as he tried not to look impatient. Sirius wanted out of there immediately. As the emotions he tried squashing down threatened to choke him. He blinked as a hand came into his sight.

A short blond woman with brown eyes was looking at him concerned.

"Mr. Black are you okay?" She asked, concerned.

"Uh...yeah...yeah sorry I'm waiting for Auror Fairbanks. Amelia said I should wait for them. But she failed to mention just what Fairbanks looked like." Sirius replied.

She snorted a laugh escaping from her lips.

"Well, you found me alright I'm Velvaria Fairbanks. Bones said you were going to Arkley's to visit a prisoner." Fairbanks said.

"Uh...more like three. I don't.... you don't have to wait for me the whole time, do you?" Sirius asked.

He didn't know how long this would take. He didn't want her to get into any trouble. Sirius himself had never done escorts to Arkley when he still worked as an Auror. But then that had been war and everyone was needed. That would explain why James and he had never done so before. 

"Yeah, I have to stay with you the whole time. The guards there aren't responsible for visitors. The Ministry doesn't want random people left to their own devices to do Merlin knows what. Besides the longer you're there the less paperwork I have to do today. My partner won't have much choice but to finish it for us. " Fairbanks said, winking at him.

"Does that include while I'm with the prisoners?" Sirius asked, curiously.

This was personal and he didn't need other people eavesdropping and judging him.

"No. But I will be outside the door, and you will have to surrender your wand and anything you're carrying. Which you get back when we're set to leave Arkley's. We can't risk anything being a portkey. It's standard procedure for both of the cursed isles." Fairbanks replied.

She causally walked into Amelia's office to inform her of their visit. What did she mean by 'cursed isles'? He was about to ask her when she stepped out and grabbed his wrist. She gently pulled him down to the apparition area. The apparition area was also used as a place for portkeys. It was strictly monitored and only the minister could make portkeys that could get through the wards and back. She presented him with a gold token that had the Ministry's symbol embossed into it. He placed his hand in hers as she muttered "Arkley". The world spun as the colors shifted and swirled his feet leaving the ground. 

He stumbled forward cursing himself for not widening his stance to brace for landing. The first thing he noticed was the salty air, he could hear waves crashing nearby. Sirius opened his eyes to see Fairbanks watching him.

"If your done I need to take your pocket contents and your wand." She intoned. 

Her face was serene in the afternoon light. He really wished she wasn't so cavalier about all this. This trip was too important to him. This was where he'd get his answers and make his stand. She had no idea how this visit would change and hurt him. He had known there was a good chance they would ask. So, the only thing he had in his pockets was the shrunken trunks. Which he gave her, a single golden eyebrow rose but said nothing. He handed her his wand fighting the nausea that came with the action. Sirius had become very possessive of his wand since getting it. Healer Brown said it was a perfectly natural thing. Since he felt safer and less helpless without it.

After pocketing his things, Fairbanks turned and led him down a pathway that went inward. As the trees cleared a massive granite stoned building came into view. Seeing movement, he looked up to see a man walking along the top of the ten-foot-tall outer wall. The gate to enter was barred and he could feel the magic practically humming. He started listing potion's ingredients in his head as he tried not to think. His body was tense as he struggled to keep his breathing even. It would seem that Healer Brown was going to have plenty to do next visit. He repeated to himself that it was okay...that they wouldn't try to keep him.... not like.... Azkaban.

His breath came quicker as a whimper escaped. Meanwhile Fairbanks had already talked to the guards. She hadn't noticed his current state. Which was great because he hated feeling this way. Hated feeling this weak.... this fragile. Fairbanks had come back over her brown eyes giving him a once over.

"Bad memories?" She asked, sadly.

No fucking duh...Why wouldn't the guy who was wrongfully imprisoned without a trial not have an emotionally bad reaction? A bad reaction that boarder lined a panic attack.

"Right, dumb question. If it helps, I won't let them do anything to you. You've done nothing wrong, and they have no legal grounds to keep you here." She said, reassuringly.

Was that supposed to be soothing? Someone needs sensitivity classes. He let out a bitter laugh.

"Tell that to the Ministry and Azkaban." Sirius said, mirthlessly. 

"I can't say I blame you for feeling that way. But they would have to imprison me too. There's no way I would let anyone innocent be sent to a place like this. I don't cut corners or ignore the law when convenient. Some of us have standards and morals." Fairbanks replied.

Sirius snorted.

"James did too and look what happened with him. He looked like my friend...my brother in everything but blood. But the man who stood in a courtroom admitting to purposely endangering a child. I don't recognize that man. The James I knew would've never allowed such a thing. It made me wonder if something or someone was influencing him. But Amelia already checked to make sure. So, no matter how many standards or morals you have. At some point life is going to force you to your limits. You will do things you never thought you would ever do. And you'll stand there just like the Dumbledore and the Potters trying to justify your own actions. So, no that doesn't reassure me, but then life has never been kind to me. I have no expectations for anything anymore. Now more than ever I'm a realist of the highest order. My life has literally killed the optimist that hoped for a fair and just world. It beat me down until I had nothing left." Sirius said.

Fairbanks looked stunned like he'd surprised and frozen her solid. 

"No... no I can't think that way. I think we need to get going." Fairbanks said, her voice shaking.

He'd shaken her up pretty good, but he couldn't care less. She needed to see that the world isn't some happy fantasy. Ignorance isn't bliss its stupidity. He followed her through the gates up the main walk.

Harry pov-     

Harry wasn't sure what had spawned this ludicrous idea. But it was too late now. Harry had wanted to go back into town for a trip. So here Harry was at the local cinema. With an elf disguised as his mother, Percival, Loki, and Death. 

They were in the empty theater getting ready to see a screening of "Casablanca". He'd never been to the cinema though Dudley had mentioned it many times. Death and Percival were just as curious so here they were. Percival in his transparent form was hovering above his chair. Harry had brought a shrunken bowl of greens for Loki. Said niffler was awfully docile all things considered. And Death was busy being Thanatos. For all that he was pretending to be a niffler. Death seemed to have forgotten that nifflers were herbivores. If they'd been in a magical place they would've gotten some serious looks.

They would've gotten weird looks no matter where they were really. He was just glad it was dark and nobody else was watching. Loki was laying around in his greens eating, Percival was mesmerized by the moving pictures, and Thanatos was popping his head out of Harry's popcorn. He was popping popcorn into his mouth and sampling some of Harry's candy. He'd not tried a whole lot of no-maj candy. Plenty of wizarding candy though. So, he'd gotten a selection of just about everything because he could.

Watching a niffler eat M & M's and cotton candy was hilarious! He vaguely wondered how Sirius was doing visiting Harry's ex-parents. But quickly forgot as he focused on the movie again.

Sirius pov Arkley's-

Sitting there in the visiting room was a little awkward. Sirius still felt apprehensive about everything including the locking doors. He was a big ball of nerves practically vibrating in his chair. The door opened as shuffling feet sounded. He looked up at the door to see a haggard looking Lily Potter. He had determined out of all three of them she meant the least to him. An easy start to what would no doubt be a trying visit.

The look on her face at seeing him was an odd mix. Confusion, indignation, dislike...or hate he wasn't sure. His entire relationship with her was always buffered by James. But as Healer Brown says closure is its own form of healing. This was a door that needed to be opened and closed again. No exceptions and no looking back. Because there was no reason for him to do so.

"What are you doing here Sirius?" Lily asked.

Her face was pinched with annoyance. Her posture was ridged and defensive.

"Is that anyway to treat an old friend?" Sirius asked, sarcastically.

Lily huffed.

"We'd have to be friends first." She bit out.

"So, you actually admit that we were never friends. That's cold Lils, but then I've always known how frosty you were." Sirius replied.

"Cut the crap Black! What do you want?" Lily growled.

"Did you know what happened to me after that Halloween night?" Sirius asked, gritting his teeth.

She shook her head glaring at him furiously.

"How should I know what was going on! They never told me anything at all! Least of all about you! News flash Black the world doesn't revolve around you! You were just an inconvenient obstacle to get to James. And I'm not even sure if he was worth the effort anymore. My life has been absolute shit since marrying him. Now I'm here in this awful place and you think I actually care about you!" Lily shouted.

He growled dangerously.

"You think this place is FUCKING BAD!" Sirius yelled.

He couldn't help it.

"THIS PLACE IS NOTHING COMPARED TO WHERE I WENT! I WAS FRAMED FOR YOUR MURDER! YOURS AND JAMES'S BOTH! I WAS IN AZKABAN FOR NINE YEARS WITHOUT A TRIAL. BECAUSE YOU AND YOUR FUCKING HUSBAND DECIDED TO PLAY DEAD! BECAUSE DUMBLEDORE HASN'T LEARNED THAT HIS GREATER FUCKING GOOD ISN'T THE END ALL BE ALL. DO YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT HARRY AT ALL? DID YOU KNOW HE WAS WITH PETUNIA THIS WHOLE TIME? PETUNIA THE ANGRY JEALOUS BITCH THAT HELPED HER HUSBAND AND SON ABUSE HARRY!" Sirius roared.

If she hadn't been chained to the table Lily would've lunged at him across it.

"NO I DIDN'T KNOW ANY OF THAT! HE NEVER LET ME KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE OUTSIDE WORLD! WE WEREN'T EVEN ALLOWED NEWSPAPERS! I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT WHERE HARRY HAD GONE UNTIL ALBUS TOOK US TO GRINGOTTS. AND HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF NOT CARING ABOUT MY OWN BABY. HARRY WAS MY EVERYTHING!" Lily shouted back.

Sirius glared at her coldly. Her everything that was fucking laughable. If she'd truly loved her son, they wouldn't be having this conversation. 

"Your Everything?" Sirius asked, coldly.

She glared at him.

"Then why would you ever allow Harry to be used like that? Why couldn't you just make another golem?" Sirius asked.

It didn't make sense. Why not make three golems and then disappear all of them together. Why split them up?

"Because he said that we couldn't! That Harry wouldn't be safe with us..." She trailed off.

He slammed his hands down on the table.

"NO, WAKE UP LILY! He was fucking wrong! How is anyone going to hunt Harry if everyone thinks he's dead? Huh, no witty response for that?  So, I ask again why couldn't you make another golem? Why didn't you protect him?" Sirius asked, angrily.

"The prophecy said..."

"The prophecy isn't even acknowledged as valid! I went to the Ministry and checked it out. The Ministry and the ICW dismissed the prophecy as invalid!" Sirius replied, annoyed.

She stared at him with wide green eyes as she shook her head in denial.

"It was made invalid as no discernable people can be tied to it. At any given moment anywhere between eleven to thirteen dark lords are active in the world. Most of them never manage to gain a following or even become a valid threat. There are thousands of children born at the end of July. There was nothing in the prophecy that indicated the identity of those involved. Which is why it's been labeled invalid. There's no way to know who the prophecy was originally about. The only one who kept pushing the Ministry to believe was Dumbledore! You endangered your son for NOTHING! You RUINED your LIFE for NOTHING! And I suffered by default for NOTHING!" Sirius said, angrily.

Her shocked sick looking face would probably haunt his nightmares. But damn it everything that Dumbledore had done that night was wrong.

"I don't want to hear from any of you at all. Not James...not Dumbledore....not you.... not a single member of the Order. I'm done; your daughter was given to McGonagall to raise." Sirius said.

He left her frozen as the metal door slammed behind him. Merlin and he'd thought that she would be the easy one! Maybe he'd forgo visiting Dumbledore entirely. He'd already said his piece at the hospital. Even though he hadn't known what he knows now. Sirius was adamant now more than ever to stay away. Yeah, he wasn't going to poke that dragon's nest unless the other man gave him no choice. But then that just left James....

He sighed heavily as he paced to the other end of the hallway. His stomach was in knots, and he felt too hot.

"I take it that it didn't go very well?" Fairbanks asked, giving him a concerned look.

Looking up he hadn't even noticed the woman had come closer.

"Lily and I have always been like oil and water. We never mixed very well, and James was always our buffer. I only accepted her because James cared for her. I thought she was all wrong for him. But he never listened, and I just stopped talking. If it wasn't that it was something else. I don't think I was the only one she didn't like either. Even so I always thought she was the more level-headed of the two of them. She always seemed so suspicious of Dumbledore and his motives. And James and I were always the ones to call her crazy for doing so. Now it's completely flipped over to the other side. I see the truth clear in all its agonizing glory. Now she's the one that seems to be blind. I'm dreading seeing James....because I know that what I will hear. Will shatter that small part of me that still misses him." Sirius replied.

"That sounds really horrible, especially if he knew you longer then her. He should've listened to you and taken how you felt into consideration. I don't know Dumbledore personally. But I've always thought that he failed in his duties. A man who's always claimed he didn't want anything to do with politics. And yet he was up until recently a huge political player. But in order to be that person he failed at being headmaster. He had a ghost teaching history that has only slight relevance to history of magic in general. It's history of magic not history of goblin wars. A divination teacher that is under qualified. An overburdened deputy headmistress that had too many titles. Who rarely if ever spoke to her lions outside of class. Which is a shame as she is their head of house. A care of magical creatures' teacher that is even more severely under qualified than Trelawney. And no steady Defense professors to speak of. Add on all the classes he took off the roster. Multiple generations of students have suffered. All so that he can devote his attention to politics. And the sheep are the ones who continue to sing his praises. As for Lily Potter, why does what she believes matter to you?" Fairbanks asked, curiously.

He shook his head watching them take Lily back down the hall.

"It shouldn't...no your right she doesn't matter. I guess I expected more from her somehow." Sirius replied, shaking his head.

"That's why it always hurts the most when people betray our trust. We put our friends, families, and hero's up on pedestals. We believe they can do no wrong. So, when they inevitably don't live up to our high standards. The disappointment hurts that much more for it." Fairbanks said, giving him a wane smile.

"I think I'm not going to visit Dumbledore. I already said all I needed to say really. I'd gain next to nothing as far as information goes anyway." Sirius said, consideringly.

He vaguely registered the slam of the meeting room door again. Sirius swallowed thickly as he contemplated just leaving. Where the hell was his inner Gryffindor when he needed it? Oh, right probably got sucked out by dementors. Like all of the other positive emotions he'd had on that hellhole of an island.

"Go, before you lose your nerve. I'll tell them that this is your last visit today." Fairbanks replied.

She gave him a reassuring look as he got closer to the door. Merlin this was going to be awful he just knew it. Walking into that room and seeing James's back was startling. Perhaps it was the way it was bent. Like a heavy unfathomable weight was on it. He got closer and tried not to flinch back when James suddenly moved. His eyes widened as he looked into James's eyes. It was the first time in a long while.

"Padfoot?" 

"I told you not to call me that. You don't get that right anymore." Sirius replied.

He dropped into his chair heavily.

"I don't understand...?"

"Oh, that's funny because up until recently neither did I. Why did you start to trust him over me?" Sirius asked, brokenly.

James actually looked confused.

"Who...??"

"Dumbledore, why did you trust him over me? When he suspected a spy in the Order you just went with it? You didn't fight him about me or Remus." Sirius replied.

"Sirius it wasn't like that! We were just being precautious, and it seemed unfair to not consider you guys. We looked at everyone else too. None of us thought Peter was the one." James said.

Sirius huffed, was he sure about all that? Because it seemed awfully weird that it had only seemed like the two of them were suspects. Plus, how can you miss a magical slave brand? He'd missed it too but if James had really been investigating. One would think that would be the first thing to check. But then neither had the Aurors that had arrested him. If they had simply checked his wrist, would he have still been locked up?

"Are you sure James because it only seemed like Remus, and I were getting the short deal. I mean we're the ones with dark ties, right? How long have we known each other, James?" Sirius asked.

James shook his head confused.

"Where are you going with this?" James asked, confused.

"Answer the question, James." Sirius said, coldly.

"Since we were five and met at one of those pureblood social parties. Why? What does that have to do with the whole spy thing?" James asked.

"It has everything to do with it. We all met Dumbledore at eleven and yet you trusted him over me. We've practically known each other our whole lives. And yet I was still a suspect because of my dark family. A family I didn't even have contact with. You froze me out and then convinced me to switch secret keepers. Months later I'm the one that's conveniently framed for your murder. So, what did I do that made you do that to me?" Sirius asked.

James looked like a spooked deer with his eyes wide.

"Framed...what...?" 

"Yeah, after your little show at the house. I found Harry and handed him off to Hagrid and Dumbledore. I went after Peter and in our confrontation the little fucker killed thirteen muggles. Cut off his own toe and then escaped like the rat he is. With only a toe being left they assumed his body had been destroyed. I was found in the rubble still laughing from a fucking Cheering charm of all things. I was arrested, never questioned, had no trial, and was left to rot in a cell at Azkaban. Nine years...while you lived your life with your wife and daughter. I was in prison for your murder amongst others." Sirius said, glaring at the other man.

"That shouldn't have happened it wasn't part of the plan. I...." James stammered.

"Right the fucking plan that involved endangering Harry? The same plan that Dumbledore swore was for the greater good? The same plan that said Harry couldn't live with you? And the two of you just accepted it? What the fuck kind of parents are you guys? This same plan ended with me in prison and your son being left with Petunia. Do you even give a shit about what happened to him?" Sirius asked, angrily.

He was genuinely curious to know if James felt anything at all for either of them.

"Dumbledore swore that Harry would be safer this way! That it would be less dangerous for all of us." James said, desperation seeping into his voice.

"Safe. (Sirius let out a bitter laugh) SAFE! He wasn't safe James! They fucking abused him! Amelia confirmed it during her investigation. The only reason they weren't charged was that there was no physical proof. Everything was found by Legimancy. And the victim, Harry, is missing and can't say anything. Not to mention your pal Dumbledore as usual had plenty to do with it. Should I give you a brief snapshot of what life was like for Harry? They basically made him into a house-elf. They made him cook and clean for them. They rarely ever fed him; he'd have to make food for his fat uncle and cousin. Never being allowed to eat what he'd cooked. No, he got scrapes and that was only if he completed his 'chores' and if they were feeling generous. His room was the cupboard under the stairs. Their son had two rooms all to himself. They physically hurt him too and encouraged their son to bully him. He didn't even know his name was Harry until he went to school. Because they only called him 'boy' or 'freak'. If he did anything strange or ''freakish" and by freakish, I mean accidental magic. He'd get punished for it severely. Safe...that's fucking laughable. Dumbledore might as well as dropped Harry off at Azkaban. It's a virtual miracle that Harry isn't an Obscurus. So, your definition of safe is so fucking skewed." Sirius growled.

Safe? If that wasn't the biggest fucking joke of all. James was pale, shaking his head in denial.

"No...no he wouldn't let that happen!" James cried.

"This is just really fucking sad at this point. Amelia said he never even met Dumbledore not once. He never visited, never checked on him, just left him with those monsters. McGonagall took Bianca in for you. Because all of the other choices were unavailable myself included. Marlene's dead, she died days before I was arrested. The night after your little shit show. Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, and Barty Crouch Jr. tortured Frank and Alice into comas. They're alive but they are permeant residents of the spell damage ward. Their eyes move and look around occasionally. But there is no real recognition, the people at Mungos call it an awake coma. They're basically vegetables there's just nothing left inside of them. Snape's a deatheater even if he's a spy for Dumbledore. My reasons are my own and not your business anymore. So, McGonagall took her until you get released. If Harry is found, he'll be in my custody. They aren't going to return him to you and Lily. Which is a given considering what you put him through. And I won't be giving either of you visitation rights. Neither of you are fit parents at all. I'm telling you the same thing I told Dumbledore and Lily. I don't want to see you, I don't want to hear from you or the Order, I'm completely done. I can't do this anymore; I can't be your friend anymore. Whether it was an accident or by design you all hurt me and Harry. It's something I can't forgive. Caspian's right, I outgrew all of my friends and it's time for a new start. Good luck to Prongs." Sirius replied, brokenly.

Sirius didn't stick around for a reply back. He got up leaving a frozen and shocked James at the table. Sirius left through the door and headed down the hall. He heard rushed steps pounding behind him as Fairbanks caught up to him. They exchanged no words between them as they made their way back to the portkey point. Once at the Ministry he thanked her and left as fast as his feet could carry him. He was at the apparition point before he even realized it. Sirius took a few moments to breathe deeply and focus. It wouldn't do to splinch himself; he spent more than enough time in Saint Mungos.

He materialized in Caspian's garden and heading inside through a side door. Caspian had given him permission to come visit his home at any time. Which was great because Sirius was still calling a hotel room home. He refused to reside in Grimmauld nor would he stay with Arcturus. Sirius resisted putting down roots until he knew where Harry lived. He wanted to live nearby, as it was too much to hope that Harry would let him stay with him. Truthfully nowhere felt like home. A statement that went to his very bones. Even when he'd been staying with the Potters. Sirius never felt like it was home...not even with his blood family.

It's something that he'd just come to accept. A distressed house-elf finally got his attention. Sirius asked it to take him to the dueling room or at least a place he could duel. He created several dummies to cast on. And when he finished Sirius just let....go.

Harry- 

The movie had ended and while Harry wouldn't call it a 'favorite'. It was still a nice experience as far as firsts go. Percival had loved it in every way, so there would definitely be another visit in the future. Everything was great until Harry realized Loki was missing. Which of course sent everyone into a panic. All except for Thanatos who had shifted into a black and white bunny. A typical form for Death when they wandered around the no-maj world.

Harry stuffed Percival's box into his pocket. They searched the theatre first, thank Merlin nobody else had come to the showing. A crash sounded from the main theatre area. A sinking feeling settled in his gut. It was Loki there was no other explanation when Thanatos was accounted for. The first thing he saw was Loki balancing on a rolling silver case that held film. The lobby looked like a tornado had hit it. Trash, popcorn, candy, and other miscellaneous foods were strewn about the area. Boxes and trashcans were upturned. Movement caught his eye as a terrified male no-maj came into view. 

Harry thought his nametag said 'Mike'. Well poor Mike was in a corner curled into himself. He rocked slowly back and forth. Mike let out a terrified squeak as Loki got a little too close to him. Harry restrained the urge to laugh, Loki was the least terrifying creature on the planet! That poor no-maj should be grateful Thanatos was behaving himself. Speaking of Death where did he go now!!?

A quick search of the area led to behind the counter. Where a very ridiculous death deity was drinking a pink slurpee. The colorful cold drink was running in multicolored rivlets down the counter. Harry sighed and scooped up Loki who was trying to shove no-maj coins into his pouch. He placed said fuzzball into Percival's box and then set out to catch the second.

Death was much easier to catch. Though Death now needed a bath to get that sticky drink out if his fur. Now holding the sticky bunny of doom, he strolled over to 'Mike'. Who whimpered as Harry came closer.

"Thanatos fix him please. Percival hasn't taught me how to do that one yet. And he will definitely turn us into cops once he's done being terrified by a rodent." Harry said.

Death chuckled.

"You ruin all the fun tiny master." Death said, teasingly.

Mike looked even more terrified at seeing a bunny laugh and talk in a deep voice. Death twitched his fuzzy nose, his ears swaying. A blue light engulfed Mike as the no-maj slumped to the floor. The man was now sleeping, Merlin only knew what he was dreaming about.

They beat a hasty retreat out before anyone else showed up.

Loki- 

If Loki had human lips he'd be grinning right now. The pretty eyed human had forgotten to empty his pouch out! 

He couldn't wait to add all his new treasures to the nest. But of course, he had to show his human first. He ran over to his human and proceeded to show him all of his treasures. 

Caspian- 

He dropped his bag onto the chair in his home office. It had been a really long day as it usually was on trial days. The Wizengamot was only called for large more important events. The smaller trials took place in front of a small selection of Wizengamot members. Two members from each faction rotated on trial days. So, there was always a panel of six members. A pop sounded behind him.

A house-elf called Pearla, was standing in front of him.

"Pearla is something the matter?" Caspian asked.

She shook as she looked at him with big eyes.

"Master, sir the dogman is in the dueling room. He be in a bad mood sir." Pearla replied.

"Thank you, Pearla I will take care of him." Caspian said, gently.

The poor thing was still shaking as she was obviously upset. She vanished as he made his way out the door. He removed his tie sitting it on a small table in the hallway. Caspian loosened his shirt collar and undid his cufflinks. Walking into the dueling room he knew why Pearla was upset. Sirius was decimating several wooden dummies. He destroyed them as fast as he repaired them. Caspian could feel Sirius's magic charging the air. The Arkley visit must've gone horribly then. So much for a nice uncomplicated night. It wasn't that he didn't want to be there for Sirius. It was just that he wanted just one night. One night where the Potters and the drama connected to them wasn't an issue. One night to just hang out with Sirius.

Now he'd have to hear how they hurt Sirius all over again. Watch as this sweet loyal man would crumble before him. Anger would only last him for so long. Once it wore off everything would hit at once. He approached Sirius cautiously from his left side. Caspian could've just called the man's name. It would've been less dangerous in the long run. Truthfully it wouldn't matter how he approached Sirius. All that mattered was just how far into his head Sirius was. He could easily hurt himself or Caspian without meaning to.

And Caspian was proven instantly right when the hand that touched Sirius's arm. Was seized in a tight grip a growl sounded near his ear.

"Sirius...it's me Caspian." 

Dark eyes flashed as they regarded him. Those tense seconds seemed like they went on forever. Caspian never wavered as he stared back into those dark grey orbs. Sirius finally released his arm. The man just looked so lost. Caspian grabbed Sirius's arm in return, though it was far gentler. He pulled Sirius along with him to a sitting room next door to his bedroom. After a quick word with Pearla. He drug Sirius down to the floor with him. Pearla had brought some oversized lounge pillows and blankets. She had arranged them to lean against his sofa. A well-placed sticking charm to prevent the sofa from sliding. Before she left with instructions to bring dinner to them. Pearla lit the fireplace and darkened the rest of the room. Once comfortable he leaned back and waited. Sirius would talk when he was ready to.

The fire crackled in the silence of the room. Pearla brought in an ice container with several bottles in it. After hearing about Sirius's love for beer he'd gotten several different kinds. Caspian didn't mind beer, it simply wasn't his first choice. Especially if scotch was being offered up. He handed one to Sirius who just stared at the bottle strangely.

"I've noticed that you've abstained from drinking since I met you. I believe I know the answer already. But I'd rather hear it from the dog's mouth so to speak." Caspian said, breaking the quiet.

Sirius gave him a small smile for the horrible pun.

"I'm afraid that I won't stop." Sirius replied, earnestly.

"Just as I suspected. But let me ask you this, I thought you were tired of not being in control? Losing yourself to the alcohol is a loss of control. So if you're that worried then take control. Drink only when your with me, so you never risk falling over the edge." Caspian said.

"Your probably right about that. I'm sorry about grabbing you it was..."

"A loss of control? A cleansing of dark and bitter emotions?" Caspian asked, peering at Sirius.

The man had looked away immediately after he'd voiced those questions. It was nothing to be ashamed of really. Emotions needed to be expressed otherwise the results were unpredictable. Those results were unique to every individual person. Sirius like many others just needed a more physical response. And to his credit Sirius wasn't physically harming anyone to do it. Though those training dummies would disagree if they were alive.

"I would rather you destroy those dummies than you destroying yourself. Perhaps it bares reminding once again. But it's not your fault Sirius, you are not omniscient nor are you a seer. You like everyone else have simply experienced something horrible. Hindsight is an awful bitch, there is no going back or changing the events that have already occurred. So what point is there in dwelling on it and feeling guilty?" Caspian asked.

Sirius was silent as he looked at the beer bottle in his hand. The man finally took a sip of his beer. Progress even as small as it was, was always incredible. 

"I don't think they knew about what happened to me. Dumbledore had more control over them than I thought. Lily didn't care at all, which tracks with what I've always known. But James said it wasn't part of the plan. But what bothers me more than the lack of regard for myself. Is the lack of regard for Harry, more precisely his wellbeing. Dumbledore this, Dumbledore that, but not once had they actually said why they would agree to this. A half ass prophecy that I now know with every fiber of my being. That Dumbledore would've sacrificed Harry for. And they're talking about it like it's a normal thing. Like it isn't completely insane and inconsiderate. I told James if Harry ever came back, I would never let him see him. I feel like they present more of a danger to Harry than Voldemort. And there is literally no proof that man is coming back." Sirius replied.

The other man tentatively sipped his beer his shoulders hunched as he gazed into the fire. The light from the fire flickered across Sirius's face.

"That is true enough. Something I'm not sure any of them even thought about. Half of the deatheaters are in prison and the other half like their freedom far too much. If the rumors of the dark lord having a way to resurrect himself are true. I doubt the man would've informed his followers. And if they were involved in it somehow. I sincerely doubt they know what the knowledge of such a thing means. Or if he did trust one enough with his secret. That person is incredibly unloyal, otherwise the dark lord would've been revived by now. Dumbledore and the others who believe as he does. May be in for a nasty surprise in the future. Imagine that it was all for nothing thanks to a barmy old fool." Caspian said, grimacing at the taste of his drink.

He definitely didn't like this beer. But it wasn't for him...it was for Sirius. Pearla came back with a tray of finger foods for them to eat for dinner. The small coffee table was levitated off to Caspian's left. Pearla had left them more food than they would probably eat. The closest tray to Caspian had spinach stuffed puff pastries on it. The next was laden with cheeses, meats, and crackers. The next one had skewers of various fruit chunks on it. The next one had mini crab stuffed quiches. And the final one was piled with sandwich squares in various flavors. There were ham and cheese, cucumber, and turkey and lettuce. Grabbing one of the plates he loaded it with a little bit of everything. The fruit skewers got their own small plate, as putting fruit with juice anywhere near the other food was not good. Bread had a tendency to sop up liquid. If he wanted to eat crab quiches, Caspian in no way wanted to know what it would taste like with sopped up watermelon juice. Handing off the plates to Sirius, he began serving himself. 

They ate as Caspian told Sirius about his day. Which devolved into idle chatter about this and that. Neither of them drank more than the one they'd started with. The food had eventually vanished. At some point while he was explaining a law that he'd found abominable. Caspian realized Sirius had fallen asleep. They had long since rearranged the cushions and had been laying on their backs. Sirius now had his head pillowed on his shoulder. Sleep had left Sirius unburdened, the smooth lines of his face were slack with sleep. Not wanting to wake Sirius up Caspian shifted slightly before drifting off himself.

Percival-            

He smiled as he ruffled Loki's spiky fur. The little niffler had been showing him the contents of his pouch. Percival was surprised Harry forgot to empty the pouch before leaving earlier. He had to admit that some of the items were interesting. He wasn't even sure what they went to. A good number of the items looked like the innards of some kind of machine. But he did recognize a piece of no-maj coin.

An American quarter, he hadn't seen one of those in many years. Percival had no real reason to venture into the no-maj world. He did on occasion for a case at work. His eyes widened as he'd looked up to see Loki. That pouch had to be a crazy form of wizarding space. Loki had pulled out a few small round silver cases that had film in them. Still, they were bigger than the opening to Loki's pouch. Which should mean that it would be impossible to fit it in right? 

The no-maj movie was certainly interesting. Something he'd like to see again if only out of curiosity. Tiny paws encircled the topmost finger of his left hand. Loki was looking at him with.... worry...no that was more of the feeling he got. It was still so odd to feel another being's feelings. Percival would often get vague imprints of feelings that he had to interpret. He scratched behind Loki's ear to reassure him that Percival was fine.

Percival was prone to being lost his thoughts and memories. It's not like he had a whole lot to do in here. He laid down on his back frowning into the infinite darkness. Merlin he missed laying in a real bed. Loki joined him shortly after. His paws grasping at the fabric of Percival's shirt as he climbed up. Loki took up his second favorite spot to sleep on him. Loki usually slept in three different places. On the juncture between Percival's neck and shoulder. On his chest just above Percival's heart. Or in one of Percival's pockets. 

December 16th, 1989, Sirius-

Sirius cuddled closer to the source of warmth under him. He let out a contented sigh as sleep tried to drag him back under. His pillow smelled really good today. Sirius's mind ground to a halt as his "pillow" moved. And it also had an arm that was crushing him against his "pillow". 

Now more awake than he'd been previously Sirius opened his eyes. His eyes widened as he took in the man he was currently cuddled with. They were both laying on their sides facing one another. And Sirius had been oh so warm and cuddly with said man's chest. Firm arms kept Sirius exactly where they wanted him. Slowly the events of last night replayed in his mind. Sirius always did wake up slow.

Caspian....

He felt his face go hot as he considered his options. How does one get out of this position without waking up said man? And did Sirius really want to move? Hell no! He wanted to stay that way...warm...and safe. Wow, Sirius had definitely matured as his first thoughts hadn't been perverted at all...just nice. Nice or not it was how Caspian would take it. While they had gotten to know one another slowly. They had never touched the topics of "relationships", "romance", or "gender preferences". Which made it difficult to gauge how Caspian would react to making Sirius his accidental teddy bear.

Perhaps it would be best to play it by err. As if to sense someone thinking about him Caspian moved. Sirius muffled an undignified squeak into Caspian's chest. As a hand had very suddenly squeezed his ass. Then proceeded to knead said globe of flesh until Sirius moaned rather loudly. Inadvertently causing him to grind his hips up into the other man's. The chest he was squished into was suddenly vibrating. No... not vibrating...laughing. That dick he was awake! 

Looking up Sirius caught gorgeous blue eyes looking down at him.

"So am I comfy?" Caspian asked.

Damn that voice! It was still rough with sleep.

"You dick you could've warned me you were awake!" Sirius replied, huffing.

"But then I wouldn't have gotten to see your cute reactions." Caspian said, loosening his hold on Sirius.

"Hey I'm not cute damn it! I'm ruggedly handsome!" Sirius replied.

"That you are." Caspian stated. 

Sirius now free from the warm arms and now he missed them terribly.

"What does this mean exactly?" Sirius asked, hesitantly.

"What do you want it to mean Sirius? Because it can be something, or it can be an accidental cuddle-grope session. And there is always this newfangled thing the kids call "friends with benefits". Though I myself don't see how one can have casual sex with anyone really. Maybe I'm just weird but the idea of just fucking random people doesn't have any appeal for me. So, I'm more of an all-in or nothing kind of guy. But maybe you should put more thought into it. Or maybe go with the slow option and just let it go naturally." Caspian said, as he rose up off the floor.

Well fuck. How does one answer that? Did he want that long term kind of relationship? Sirius had been a serial dater throughout Hogwarts. Going from one boyfriend to another. But he wasn't a man slut. Sirius just really liked trying out different options. You didn't have to have physical relations with people to do that. But then Sirius had been naïve enough to think there would be time. Time to figure out what he wanted....who he wanted.

"Hey I know your thoughts are super entertaining right now. But I could do with some breakfast." Caspian said.

Harry-

Harry had woken up to the activity of a certain menace. He'd nearly jumped out of his skin. Death decided to sit on Harry's chest in his usual niffler furriness. And proceeded to stare at Harry until he woke up. So, the first thing he'd seen was Death's beady eyes boring into him. It was as surprising as it was creepy. He wanted to yell at him to not do it again. But he didn't, Death didn't know what was acceptable and what was creepy.

Harry sighed.

"What do you want?" Harry asked, not at all in the mood.

"What makes you think I want something?" Death asked, innocently.

"Because if you didn't want something a) you wouldn't be sitting on me and b) it would be creepier than I originally thought if you didn't." Harry replied, dryly.

Stretching Harry put Death on the floor and went to the bathroom. Harry knew there were spells and even potions to clean his teeth. Call it weird or too no-maj, but Harry preferred the no-maj way. It just felt cleaner. The potions had weird after tastes and the spell just felt weird. One of the elves had used it on him. It felt tingly and made him want to itch his mouth. It was unpleasant to him in everyway. He always wondered how magicals could stand to do this everyday. He experienced it once and immediately made the decision to go with the least uncomfortable way. Hence why he was brushing. Death had levitated himself onto the counter next to him.

"I think it's time for your first ritual. It's a simple one that Necromancers use as a declaration of sorts. I know what you're thinking why must I do this when I'm already the Master of Death. It's the beginning step to this art. No one should ever skip the basics. That's how you get dumbasses who preform botched soul magics. Plus, it's for experience, the Americas aren't so restrictive of magic. Unlike those idiots in the British Ministry. And it can be done at any time during the year during moonrise. But we'll need some supplies which you'll have to buy. Nothing of what we need is here." Death said, casually studying the toothpaste tube.

Sensing potential mayhem, he snatched the tube up and dropped it into the drawer under the sink.

"That's fine I have to go Christmas shopping. Plus, I wanted to see what the American version of Diagon Alley is like. Do they have one?" Harry asked, curiously.

America was a big continent, how many areas in America were magical communities? 

"They have three separate shopping alleys throughout the continent. One is in New York; it's called Griffon's Alley. The second is in Colorado, called Peddler's Alley. And the third is in California, called Angel's Way. It's named as such because it's in Los Angeles the city of Angels. Most of them have the same kinds of shops. There're a few shops that are exclusive to each alley. But Griffon's should have everything you could need. For the ritual, Christmas shopping, and eventually school shopping. America has several small magical communities. The New York colony is the one where your Percival lived and worked. It's also incidentally the largest magical community. Los Angeles has the second largest community." Death replied. 

"Well I guess I'll be spending the day in New York then. I'll take you with, but you gotta be invisible. I don't need shopkeepers panicking about a niffler in their shop." Harry said.

He gave Death a pointed look. That clearly said behave, as if Harry had to remind the entity to not cause mischief. Sighing Harry ran a brush through his hair and got dressed. Bundling himself into a cream colored winter coat. He made sure that Percival's wand was hidden up his sleeve. The elder wand was hidden in a concealed holster in his right boot. Harry scooped up Death and looked at him intently.

"So do I need to have the elves take me there or can you do that shadow walk thing?" Harry asked.

Death snorted.  

"Shadow walk thing? As if parting the veil and traversing beyond it is so mundane. It would be all too easy for me to shadow walk with you. But you might not like it, if you thought portkeys and floo were disorienting. Shadow walking might be worse on you. Since you can barely keep your feet otherwise. But to do so I would have to revert back into a more humanoid figure. You wouldn't be able to look at me directly. Insanity is the least damaging side effect of seeing my form. Why do you think I always appear shrouded or in other forms?" Death replied. 

 Harry honestly didn't think too much about it. Death had mentioned that most people magical or not. Could sense that something was just off about him. But to find out that insanity was a side effect for seeing Death's true form. Well, it made him extremely curious and also a little terrified. Because what could be beyond that shroud that was so disturbing? He shook his head it didn't matter. Death could be whoever or whatever he wanted. If he wanted to be a niffler, than Harry wasn't going to push it. If he wanted to be a cute bunny around no-maj's then so be it.

"Okay, I will keep my eyes closed." Harry replied.

Cold seeped out from his hands as a cold mist left his palms. He nearly jumped out of his skin as a hand grabbed his arm. He could feel himself being pulled into Death's chest. His hands caught onto the fabric of Death's cloak. Harry tried not to shiver but he was so cold. Death's arms encased him like iron bands. He could hear the whistling of wind, the whispers of voices, and the raspy breath just above his head. Suddenly he felt ground under his feet. Death's arms let him go and his presence moved back. Harry kept his eyes squeezed closed until he felt pulling. Like something was climbing up his coat.

Unable to resist Harry opened his eyes. Looking down he saw Death climbing up his coat and climbing into the pocket on his chest. Death disappeared inside then poked his head out. The flap that closed the pocket was on his furry head. Harry took a moment to just breath before looking around. They were at the end of a dead end alley. 

"Move to the opening of the alley. You'll enter Griffon's main thoroughfare from there. Take a look around, I will be here invisible to all but you. So be careful about talking to me out loud without a muffling spell." Death said. 

"I don't know that one yet." Harry said.

"Relax if you aren't comfortable speaking to me in your mind. I will simply cast an area effect spell. But it will silence everything within a few feet of you." Death replied.

Nodding Harry walked down the alley eyeing every shadow he saw. Harry didn't think he was in any danger. He literally had the world's most dangerous entity posing as a niffler in his pocket. If that wasn't safe Harry didn't know what was.

The first thing Harry noticed was the people milling about. They were dressed so differently. We'll, different from the British witches and wizards anyway. While the people in Diagon had been wearing robes and cloaks. Here in Griffon's, they were.... more...if he didn't know any better. More no-maj like. In the sense that they wore clothes that were similar. Instead of cloaks they all wore coats. There were no pointy hats or bonnets.

It was strange like the people in Diagon were in the past. And the people in Griffon's were more modern. Harry had been in America for a while now. The cultural differences had shocked him. Now he had to adapt to the difference in wizarding culture too.

Breathing deeply, Harry decided to wander the alley. What did one give as a present? Aside from what Sirius had given him. He'd never received one before. 

[You should be careful about giving gifts. For non-magicals presents only hold personal meaning. As in the present is unique to who you are gifting it too. But in wizarding culture gifts have meaning. Like you shouldn't gift jewelry. As jewelry is a common item gifted during courtships. Or even declarations of intent. You wouldn't want to give a young girl or boy the wrong idea. Which can lead to conflict and even blood feuds between families.] Death said, in Harry's mind.

Harry blinked in surprise as he absorbed that information.

 [ How....]

"Do I.....

[ Simply just think it in your mind. I will hear you. You started out fine. But you slipped and talked out loud. Even with my silencing charm up. People can still see you lips move. Your already suspicious enough being a lone child in an shopping area. You start talking to someone they can't see. It'll attract unwanted attention.] Death replied.

Harry nodded as he decided on a pet shop. Maryann's Apothecary. It was a quaint small shop that was dark green. With white trim around the windows and door. Death directed him around pointing at various ingredients. The shopkeeper "Karli" gave him an odd look. But made no comment as she rung him up and wrapped his items. After leaving he stumbled into a pet shop. "The Wild's Bounty", was where he found plenty of treats for Hedwig. There were assorted toys for nifflers. Which Harry bought several for Loki. Harry had been badly surprised. When he'd asked about the whispered voices from Death. He said they were currently coming from a grouping of terrariums. Since the veil wasn't thin enough here. It couldn't possibly be the dead speaking. Harry had known that he spoke parseltongue. But it was different actually hearing it. He'd stayed long enough to chat with the snakes. He was tempted to take one home. But Harry had Hedwig already. And Loki and Thanatos were like there own three ring circus. So with great regret he left them behind. 

He stopped in front of a stationary shop. Would Sirius need something like that? Sirius was currently living in hotel rooms. Determined to never stay at his family home in London. Harry felt a wave of guilt as he was the reason Sirius didn't have a home. Sirius had refused to buy a house until he knew where Harry lived. So that he could be nearby. Both Sirius and Caspian had sworn never to divulge anything about Harry. Suddenly Harry knew exactly what he'd get Sirius for Christmas. Well, one of the presents anyway. He was still going to get other things. Caspian too probably went through tons of stationary. They had so many options. There were colorful ones, charmed ones, and extra fancy ones. He settled for two of the charmed sets. This way the charms would allow for customizable changes. Like adding the Black families crest and colors for instance. Or the McMillan one for Caspian.

Once everything was wrapped up. He'd stepped out onto the street. Snow fell almost lazily from the sky. Now what else to get them? He turned to ask a red-haired witch for directions. Her two children were young and watched him with curious eyes. He thanked her and headed to a bookshop. "Wescott & Quinn's Books for all Occasions". Was larger than Flourish & Blotts. 

Harry must've spent over an hour browsing the shelves. He picked up an new book of updated laws for Caspian. He figured that Caspian would know most if not all. But reference books never hurt to have around. He also found some on advanced Transfiguration. Harry thought Sirius might like them. An Animagus transformation was a pretty advanced form. After that he walked down the street, stroking the top of Death's furry head. The entity seemed to be dozing in his pocket. At Wicked Witchery, a clothing store Harry got a fur lined cloak for Sirius. He sighed as his thoughts turned to the only person left. 

Percival.

What do you get for a man imprisoned in a box?

Looking up to see where he was Harry caught sight of a magical luggage store. An idea sparked, it was absolute genius really. But would it work?

[ Death? ]

Death abruptly twitched in his pocket. Beady black eyes turned up to him.

[ What? ]

It sounded almost snappish. Which was kinda funny considering how many times Death had woken him up. 

[ A magical trunk, do you think we could use it to get Percival out? I mean magically expanded trunks sometimes have full sized apartments in them. And they shrink too so Loki could put it in his pouch.] Harry exclaimed, excitedly.

[ I don't know for sure. The magic of the box is strange, it might not let Percival leave that way. It could crush him to death along with the trunk. There's also the fact that Percival can't do magic in the box. Most trunks have a feature that allows you to simply tap it with a wand to open. But it doesn't require any personal magic from a witch or wizard. Even if we can't get him out, we could see if the trunk's charms will work inside it. If they do then at least Percival could have a bed, clothes, books, etc. I'm sure he'd appreciate it greatly. ] Death replied, tilting his head thoughtfully. 

Hope filled him as the possibility floated through his mind. Harry didn't even think as he ran across the street. He dodged around walking people and practically knocked a witch over. He shouted an apology and went inside. Several different models of trunks, bags, and purses were hanging from display shelves. Browsing the selection he frowned. He'd hoped to find one that was premade that just 'spoke' to him. One that just seemed like 'Percival'. But none did it was okay though, he could always make a customized one.

[ Your going to need more than one brat. We don't know if the charms will degrade or if anything inside will be crushed or killed. We may need a few of them for experimentation. Something that can easily be done while Percival sleeps. Percival is so used to Loki's presence, that he wouldn't suspect anything odd. Perhaps you should also get an extra nesting tree. Or just a nest for Loki. I know the furball prefers to sleep with Percival. But he'll need a place to store his 'treasures' in. But that should only be for a finished trunk, when we know for sure if someone can survive in them. ] Death said. 

Harry conceded to Death on that. It was a good idea...He hoped Death knew he was to be the one to check.

[ I thought I was a niffler not a guinea pig? ] Death said, sarcastically.

[ What's a guinea pig?] Harry asked confused.

[ A rodent, non-magicals call a person that is the subject of an experiment. Most often call them 'lab rats' or 'guinea pigs'. Through human history magical or otherwise. Medicines, vaccines, spells, and potions were often used on animals. Rather than risk a human life they would instead use creatures first. To weed out the worst of the side effects before trying them on humans. Though now a days people protest the treatment of animals.] Death said, dryly. 

"Can I help you son?" 

Harry blinked as he saw a man behind the desk. He was tall with dark hair and a goatee. A shiny tag proclaimed him to be 'Walter'.

"I need some custom trunks made." Harry said.

"Well you came to the right place. Here's a pamphlet with a list of colors, spells, charms, and other customizations. And an order form to fill out when you've figured it out." Walter said.

He handed Harry a small bundle of papers and an order form.

"Can I think about it then come back?" Harry asked.

"Sure kid I'm open until 7pm." Walter replied.

Nodding Harry thanked him after asking about restaurants. It was about time for lunch and Harry hadn't bothered with breakfast or his potions. So a filling lunch was in order.

At Caroline's Cauldron, he sat at a table in back, obscured from view mostly. He ordered beef stew, herb encrusted bread, and a Ceasar salad with steak strips. Harry was concerned Death would have an issue chewing steak. A niffler was a herbivore, while they do have small teeth. He didn't think they could handle ripping and chewing meat.

But then again it was Death. So it wouldn't surprise him if it didn't matter. Besides the entity had chosen it himself. Like Harry, Death had taken a stance on food. They both wanted to try new foods. Harry had been restricted. But Death had been restricted by the veil. He'd been unable to pass through often. If he did there were extenuating circumstances.

With Harry being his anchor to this side. Death was making the most of it. And Harry wasn't going to deny him. Plus Death was invisible right now. So if he shifted to a form with better teeth. Only Harry would know.

While waiting for the food he reviewed the brochure. Death was sitting on his shoulder offering his opinion. Harry actually startled when the waiter brought the food. He didn't realize just how hungry he'd been. Harry had inhaled the stew. And mopped up the leftovers with his bread.

A burp sounded next to him. Death waddled back over to him. They finished there plans for the trunks. After leaving the restaurant Harry dropped off his order. Walter's eyes practically bulged out of his head. Harry had picked the most expensive trunk and the most expensive spell package. 

Walter even asked him if he'd even had enough money to buy all this. Harry responded by flashing his lord ring. Then paid half of the bill before leaving a stunned Walter. After that Harry simply wandered the alley. He picked up owl order booklets at every shop that offered it. He even wondered down Wyvern's Alley which was adjacent to Griffon's. It was like a mix or Knockturn Alley and an art district. He'd stopped at several different shops to look at the art. Magical portraits were fascinating, he'd asked the shop keeper a lot of questions. Magical sculpting was just as interesting. Magic infused clays were used in conjunction with spells. There were moving, talking head busts on a shelf. Harry took note of what shops were down here. He also stopped down Baker's Way, which was a magical food shopping district. He'd picked up a few sweet baked goods as well. He even found a chocolate shop that sold some incredible truffles. Harry wasn't ashamed at all buying several multi flavored boxes.

He had to buy a lot, otherwise Death would eat his candy. The snoozing deity had no idea Harry had even stopped there. But sharing a mind connection with another being who knew how to use it better. Made it impossible to hide things. If nothing else it gave him an excuse to try out the shrinking charm. The kind you only need to tap your wand with. If it works on a box of chocolates. Then it should work on those trunks. Death was going to have to walk Harry through it. Out of the four trunks he had commissioned only one was meant to be given. The other three would be experiments. After Death had told him about Newt's unique suitcase. Harry was more determined than ever to make Percival more comfortable.

Percival couldn't care for himself so Harry would have to do it for him. The trunk in question had an actual house and customizable space. Meaning Harry could create an 'outside' area for the house. Newt's had his separated into sections and a personalized habitat for them. Some needed night time only others needed cold environments. So that was what Harry wanted, so he could give Percival something normal. Hell if the man wanted to have snow the trunk could be charmed to mimic it.

He was surprised when a quick Tempus told him the time. It had been five hours since he'd dropped off the order. The sky was getting dark and the street lamps started turning on. So Harry woke Death up to shadow walk them back to the trunk shop. They had startled Walter who had knocked over several tools upon their appearance. Shrinking his last purchases Death took them back to the manor. After some fussing from the house-elves who promptly insisted on feeding him.

Harry ended up in the back gardens with the materials needed for the ritual. Death walked around him correcting any issues as Harry drew the circle. Each rune was explained to him as he wrote them. Quartz crystals were ringed around the circle and the offshoots. By offshoots he meant empty circles attached to the runes. Each held a candle with quartz placed around it. The first of them had yew berries, the second held pomegranate seeds, and the third had raven feathers. Each piece had a connection to death. 

And as the moon hit its zenith, Harry repeated the words in the language of the dead that Death spoke to him. The magic in the air thickened as it flowed around him. And as Harry spoke the last word. Cold seeped into his body, feeling strangely complete he lost the battle to keep his eyes open.

Death-

He shifted into his normal form. His cloak whipped around in a wind that didn't exist in the mortal plane. He carefully scooped up his little master. Just because the gardens had warming charms. Didn't mean his little one should be sleeping outside in winter.

After walking through the shadows he used magic to change Harry's clothes. Tucking his little master into bed Death shifted back into a niffler. Climbing up onto his little master he settled into the crook of his neck. 

Sirius-    

After a lot of thinking he'd finally come to an conclusion. He'd spent the day with Caspian, neither mentioned the events of the morning. It had been nice just listening to Caspian talk about his work. He did get to briefly meet Ernie Caspian's nephew. The kid was cute and boisterous. The same couldn't be said for Caspian's brother Archimedes. That guy was a dick, seriously he was a snooty jerk.

Caspian was going though emotions like a niffler does with gold. One moment he was angry at something Archimedes said. The next he was restraining laughter at Sirius's facial expressions. So there was some truth to that whole love/hate thing. Caspian loved his brother even though they clearly didn't agree on anything. It was later in the night that he finally knew. They were eating together again. Pearla had left there pillows from that morning in the same place. Caspian might act like a pureblood lord outside. But here in his home Caspian was more laid back. So eating on the floor in front of the fire was nothing new.

Sirius liked the simpler things himself. And the more he thought about it the more he realized. Sirius could actually picture himself with Caspian. 

"I think that I would like to see where we go. Naturally...I mean." Sirius said.

Caspian stopped talking about...well Sirius didn't know because he hadn't been paying attention. 

"I was hoping you'd say that." Caspian said, smirking.