Sirius needed something to occupy his time while Harry was unconscious. He only had to make sure that Harry was given the potion from the goblins once a day. Thankfully a few drops on Harry's tongue took care of the nutrients and water Harry's body needed. It would have been difficult getting them into Harry's body without the help of a trained healer otherwise.
So Sirius decided to rid the house of as much dark magic as he could. He was quite successful. His measurement was Kreacher. The more cheerful the elf appeared, the more effective Sirius' efforts were. It was far from perfect but compared to how the elf used to behave in the past it was as different as night and day.
In the evening after reading the newest fantasies the Daily Prophet had come up with, oh yes Rita Skeeter was in her element without a doubt, as if any of those people had ever done anything for Harry who now held big speeches. And the biggest actor was Dumbledore himself. Voicing his worry over Harry's well-being via a letter he had written from the ICW conference, as if he cared for his well-being, he cared if he lost his weapon, nothing more. Harry was just a piece on Dumbledore's chessboard.
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Discover moreBook Movie TicketsComicsComics fanfiction storiesFan fiction communityFan merchandiseAnd Rita's incredibly sharp quill pointed it out really nicely. After her first relatively tame article about Harry's disappearance she had obviously started investigating and found a lot of dirt in the case. The Ministry was torn to pieces as Rita had found out that the normal procedures for magical orphans who were placed with muggle relatives had been completely ignored in Harry's case. Rita had written two very scathing articles that left the Ministry in a shady light at best.
She also used his continued evasion of the Ministry as another black mark on the efficiency of the Ministry and pointed out the utter incompetence of the Fudge and Bagnold administrations. Oh how Sirius loved to read those articles. He kept them with the intention of giving them to Harry to read when he woke up. He was sure Harry would find them funny.
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He now could answer Lily's question in her old letter without a doubt. Bathilda Bagshot hadn't been crazy. Dumbledore had been friends with Grindelwald in his youth. The nonsense about the greater good was just the excuse he needed to manipulate other people's lives. As if his meddling had stopped the rise of Voldemort, if anything it had furthered it. If Harry was right, then with a bit of incentive Voldemort's very creation could have been prevented.
Discover moreAnimeTV fanfiction storiesMobile app marketingCartoons fanfiction storiesMovies fanfiction storiesHow could a boy that hated muggles like Tom Riddle have been sent back every summer? Instead of finding a wizarding family who would show him, that he was indeed appreciated, they had to do the most idiotic thing one could imagine. And it would have been easy to place such a highly talented boy in a wizarding family. Many families would have seen the profit from having one of the upcoming most influential and powerful wizards allied with them. Really even if the young Tom Riddle had been labeled as a muggleborn, one test at Gringotts, which had really been standard during that time period, and voila one descendant of Salazar Slytherin discovered.
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All the influential pureblood families would have loved to take him in. The honor of housing the new Lord Slytherin would have been enough to make them fight over the boy. And while the beliefs of the pureblood families weren't all that noble most of the time, they would have instilled the code of honor among wizards in the young boy. And this code said, at least in the pureblood extreme version, that while muggleborns were below pureblood by a large margin, magical blood was to be protected at all costs. With enough grooming over decades the impure blood could be bred out and be allowed as a minor pureblood base.
Discover moreWriter collaboration platformFanfiction writing toolsFan fiction mobileFan fiction booksPlays fanfiction storiesWhat a lot of normal witches and wizards didn't know because the old families made sure it was a well-kept secret was that they normally looked out for obviously powerful muggleborn children. Those children were kidnapped, their parents obliviated and the children raised in the pureblood families as another child born into the family. That practice was very popular between 1800 and 1890. Most of the pureblood families today denied that it ever happened but it was a common occurrence. Sirius knew for a fact that his great-great-granduncle Sagittarius Castor Black was one of those kidnapped children. It just didn't add up with the pregnancy of his supposed mother.
After all, his older sister had been born just eight months before him. It just wasn't possible. No magical pregnancy ended prematurely except when somebody forced the birth to happen earlier. But those children had a higher probability of becoming squibs so no pureblood would do something like that. Sagittarius hadn't been the heir to the family but he brought fresh blood into the family and powerful magic. He had been one of the most successful warding specialists of his time and many of the obscure wards around #12 Grimmauld place were his inventions.
Discover moreCartoonsDownload FanFiction appCrossover fiction guidesMoviesBooksDuring this time period the pureblood families also developed the blood adoption potion. For one if both adopting parents gave their blood for the potion the child would look like their biological child. If only one parent gave the blood it altered the appearance of the child but remains of the biological parents were left. But most importantly the blood adopted child was able to learn the secret family magic. Often only children by blood of the family were able to perform certain spells, rituals, curses or arts unique to the family. It was what made the old families so powerful. The heir ring of a family would also only accept a family member by blood and give the protection it was supposed to give.
A nice side effect of the secret practice, which only the Lords knew about, was that by enlarging the gene pool, which they didn't know that it was that as this was a muggle discovery, with the magical potential of the muggleborn children they got fewer squib births in the pureblood families. And all the lower ranked family members cared about was that they got a pureblood witch or wizard for marriage. As long as the children were kidnapped at a young age nobody was any the wiser as the children normally only really went public when it was time for them to attend Hogwarts. From the old diaries he had read approximately six-hundred children were 'transferred' this way every year just in Britain and France.
Discover moreWatch Classic CartoonsRead Graphic NovelsDiscover Picture BooksExplore Top AudiobooksDiscover Fantasy BooksDumbledore was now repeating the same mistakes with Harry that he had made with Riddle. Letting him grow up at the Dursleys was asking for trouble. If nobody interfered, Harry could become a second Dark Lord. He would never join Voldemort after he killed his parents, but hell if it wasn't possible that after he killed Voldemort, he would take his place if pushed far enough.
But no, it wasn't even given a thought. The wizarding community blindly followed Dumbledore like lemmings. In the end they would wonder how it could have happened that they had jumped off a cliff after their infallible leader. It was a big problem that they refused to think for themselves. Let the ministry think for us, let the wise man Professor Dumbledore think for us. Our lives are good, why should we change them? He wanted to beat around him because of thinking like this.
And they truly expected a thirteen year old boy to save them if they were pushed into a war again. They didn't learn anything the last time. They just were relieved that Voldemort was gone, praised Harry for his deed and returned to their old way of living, happily ignoring the fact that the muggles outnumbered the wizards easily by fifty to one. But math was not a common strength among wizards. Logic neither.
After he had calmed down a bit from his mental ranting, Sirius remembered the letter from his brother Snowcack had given him. He really wondered why Regulus would write him of all people before his death. So he took the letter, opened the envelope and unfolded the parchment inside. He began reading.
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I know you will probably wonder why the hell I would write to you. I can understand your thoughts as we haven't been that close after you were sorted into Gryffindor when you started at Hogwarts. I just couldn't understand why you would betray the ways our family has lived by for centuries.
After my recent experiences with the Dark Lord's activities, I think I can understand you a lot better. While I still think, that there are too many differences between pureblood wizards and those raised by muggles, I am disgusted how far the Dark Lord is willing to go. Human lives don't count for him. Especially not muggle lives. He is worse than Grindelwald was in his time. And he was one of the vilest wizards to ever try to gain power.
Grindelwald wanted to rule over the world, making the muggles his servants, if the Dark Lord could go through with it he would just kill them all and be done with it. Or degrade them to the status of house elves. You know that I always had a soft spot for Kreacher, our old elf. After what I have learned, I am disgusted with myself to ever have joined the death eaters. I was so stupid.
Voldemort has to be stopped at all costs. I found out how he has managed to ensure he lives even if he would be hit with a killing curse. He is obsessed with immortality. He is insane. He asked for an elf one day. I didn't think anything about it and offered Kreacher's service to him. I ordered Kreacher to return to me after his deed for the Dark Lord was done. I never imagined what he would do to poor Kreacher.
Kreacher told me he was taken to a cave with a black lake inside it. There were various safety measures. The only possibility to cross the lake was in a green boat. The lake was filled with inferi. In the middle was a pedestal with a basin on it. In the basin was some kind of potion. He made Kreacher drink the entire potion.
Kreacher saw all kinds of awful things and horrible memories. He wanted to stop but he was forced to go on. After all the potion was drunk, the Dark Lord placed a locket in the basin, refilled the potion and left the island with Kreacher on it, using the boat. The potion caused severe thirst. So Kreacher crawled to the lake and drank from the water, only to be pulled under the water by the inferi. I was horrified after he told me this. I am glad I ordered Kreacher to return.
Thankfully the Dark Lord is too obsessed with the superiority of wizards to house-elves and other magical creatures to even consider Kreacher could have escaped from the island and told me anything. I have hidden Kreacher after this and cured him of the potion.
Sirius, I know you and your friends are fighting him under mortal peril. I don't want you or anyone else to die because of the Dark Lord's insanity. So I will tell you what I found out. He is using horcruxes to stay alive. One is the locket, I found out he made more, but I am not sure what they are. I can only speculate that there are seven in total.
He really is obsessed with that number. The most powerful magical number. If he ever got hold of a pureblooded seventh child of a family, I don't want to imagine what he would do to use this child.
Sirius paused. Ginny was the seventh child of the Weasley's. So there was more to it than her being the little sister of Harry's best friend. He would have to tell Harry to get him to look out for Ginny when he returned to Hogwarts.
Sirius, I hope you can use this information to stop the Dark Lord for I will not be there to do it. I will entrust Kreacher to destroy the locket but I don't know if he will be able to do it. I haven't really found out how you can destroy a horcrux, I am just really terrified how it is created. To kill an innocent just to save your own life. To split your soul several times? He is insane and has to be stopped.
I told you what happened to Kreacher. I will let him take me there but I will drink the potion myself. I don't want Kreacher to go through this again. This will be my death and I know it. I just hope my information will help you to kill the freak for good. This isn't the way a pureblood should behave. It took me too long to see this, but in the end I will take a page from your book and collect all my courage to do the right thing.
To protect the family I will tell Kreacher to not say anything about my death. It will protect them from his wrath if he thinks they still support him. I'm sorry to say that Bella is a lost cause. She is completely into this thing, Cissy can probably be saved. She hasn't taken the mark yet.
I beg you Sirius to complete my task.
Love your brother
Regulus
Sirius reread the letter again and again. Why had nobody thought about giving him this letter before? This could have been the crucial information in the war against Voldemort. He knew why Kreacher hadn't told him anything. Regulus had forbidden him to tell the family anything. The magic enslaving the house elves was preventing him to do so and he had never considered him as his Master as much as he had Regulus. Due to the family's beliefs the house elf was influenced.
"Kreacher." Sirius called.
The elf apparated with a crack.
"Master has called?" The elf asked bowing.
"Yes, I want you to read this letter please. My brother Regulus wrote it to me shortly before he went to his death." Sirius said and gave Kreacher the letter, who reverently held it. He read and tears filled the elf's eyes.
"Poor Master Regulus." He sobbed.
"Yes, I never would have thought that my little brother had so much courage. He was a great wizard to sacrifice his life to stop Voldemort's evil plans. I have to admit I have done him wrong. But I never knew he had seen the truth. Kreacher, could you please tell me if you succeeded in destroying the locket like Regulus said?" Sirius asked.
Kreacher began wailing.
"Kreacher is a bad elf. Kreacher has failed Master Regulus last order. Kreacher tried everything he knew. He hit it with magic and heavy things. He tried melting it with fire, freezing it with ice and crushing it, but nothing worked. Kreacher punished himself and tried again. Bur he failed again and punished himself. And Kreacher couldn't tell his poor mistress what had happened to her beloved son because Master Regulus had forbidden Kreacher to tell his secret."
Kreacher attempted to punish himself again.
"Kreacher stop. I order you to stop punishing yourself for not being able to destroy the horcrux." Sirius immediately said.
"Master?" Kreacher asked.
Sirius took a few deep breaths. He had to do this very carefully.
"Kreacher, do you still have the locket?" He asked.
"Yes, it is in your father's study. Kreacher is sure the way to destroy the locket is to open it, but it won't open whatever Kreacher tried." The elf told him.
"Please show me the thing."
Kreacher obeyed and led Sirius to the locket.
"This is it, Master Sirius." Kreacher told him.
"I see. Thank you, Kreacher, for showing me this. I will think of something to destroy it. My brother will not have died in vain. And I will find the others to destroy Voldemort once and for all. He is threatening Harry's life." Sirius looked determined.
"Master knows how to destroy this horcrux?" Kreacher asked.
"I have an idea. You see the S on the locket? It is the mark of Slytherin. I would recognize it anywhere. It is on most of the Slytherin related items in Hogwarts. Slytherin was a parselmouth. It wouldn't be too farfetched to believe that you had to be able to speak parseltongue to open the locket." Sirius explained.
"But that is impossible to find Master. Master Regulus told Kreacher the Dark Lord was the only living descendant of Salazar Slytherin."
"True Kreacher, very true. But what you don't know is that Harry has gotten the ability to speak parseltongue when he was hit by Voldemort's curse when he was a baby. By now it is his ability. Harry was accidentally made a horcrux Kreacher, just like the locket. The goblins at Gringotts thankfully knew a way to transfer the soul piece of Voldemort into a simple tin box without any protections. It was destroyed by fiend fire. One of the few things able to destroy a horcrux.
"Harry already destroyed one last year when he fought the soul piece that tried to take over the life force of Ginny Weasley, the little sister of Harry's best friend to return to life. It was a diary. We need to connect the dots and put the pieces of this puzzle into place. Perhaps we then will be able to find out what the last horcruxes are. Then my brother can rest in peace." Sirius pondered.
Kreacher seemed to be really touched. Suddenly his whole demeanor changed.
"Master Sirius can be sure Kreacher will do everything to help Master Sirius and Master Harry to stop the Dark Lord. He will keep his Masters' secrets and be the best elf. Kreacher is proud to serve Master Sirius and Master Harry." THe elf firmly stated.
Sirius was stunned. He didn't expect that. His words must have had a big impact on Kreacher. He now could be absolutely sure that his elf would be loyal.
"Thank you, Kreacher. Harry and I appreciate your loyalty. By the way, would you like it if Harry became part of the Black family? I plan to ask Harry if he wants me to blood adopt him. Then nobody could legally take him away from me. He would still be a Potter, but he would also be a Black and my son." Sirius wondered why he asked the elf, but somehow it felt right.
"It would be an honor to serve Master Harry as your son, Master Sirius. Kreacher is sure Master Harry will be very happy." Kreacher answered.
Sirius smiled. He really hoped Harry would agree to the adoption. He just knew if they didn't do it this way, Dumbledore would try to send Harry to someone he could control better, stating that because Sirius had stayed in Azkaban for all those years he would not be suited to look after Harry. And with the political power behind Dumbledore it could be a real possibility that when Sirius had proven his ability to care for Harry he would be too late and Harry would be forcefully adopted by one of Dumbledore's minions. Or the so called 'Imperius Victims' would give enough money to Fudge to buy one of them Harry's adoption.
No, the best option was if Harry accepted being adopted by Sirius with the blood adoption ceremony. In the wizarding world blood was really important.
Sirius sat in his study pondering how he would start Harry's training. Probably it would be best to test how much of the material taught in the first two years Harry had mastered. Thinking about it, he was glad, that Harry had been freed of his blockages this early. It would have been really hard for him to relearn and master even further material. Even with a photographic memory. He had gotten the books for the two years that had been in Harry's trunk. He immediately told Kreacher to throw away the Lockhart books. Whatever Dumbledore's thought had been to let that idiot teach defense, it wasn't a coherent one.
He just hoped that they would get a decent teacher this year. The book on the list at least looked promising. Seems this guy at least knew his subject somewhat. It was just a mystery to him why Hogwarts had so many problems keeping a DADA teacher more than a year. The subject was interesting and after the war there were many who had gotten some practice in the arts and were able to teach it to the students. Especially retired aurors. If they would be offered to help out by the ministry, the teaching problem of Hogwarts would be a lot better helped.
But probably that would be too much interference for the old coot. A teacher with close connections to the ministry wasn't the way he liked to run his school. He liked to have people absolutely loyal to him.
Sirius had taken some strolls into muggle London to get some inspiration for the trip Harry had wished to make. He had found quite a few things he could do with him. He decided for now he would take Harry to the zoo in London. It was a good deal bigger than the one the Dursleys had taken him to on his cousin's birthday. He was sure Harry would enjoy the day.
He also had seen an interesting advertisement at Flourish and Blott's on his one visit to Diagon Alley with heavily transformed features. They had flyers of foreign teaching materials. On his question why they had the flyers as he had never heard about these teaching materials before, he was told that they weren't available at the shop. But as the owner of the advertising company was the son-in-law of the shop owner, he agreed to lay out the flyers. Up to now, there hadn't been a big response. They concluded that it wouldn't end up making a lot of money in Britain, as the lectures severely differed from the Hogwarts curriculum. Sirius took a flyer, to at least broaden his horizon as he told the clerk.
He read the flyer intensively. It would be perfect for Harry to learn. At least in the subjects he would not be properly taught at Hogwarts. Sirius decided to order learning materials on History of Magic, Potions and practical defense. If the materials were any good he would consider ordering more for Harry at a later time. He filled out the order and asked Hedwig if she would deliver the letter for him. She agreed readily and took off.
Sirius also had gotten himself a new wand. The wandmaker at Knockturn Alley had been expensive, but worth his keeping quiet. The new wand was of Yew with a dragon heartstring core.
Sirius was waiting for Harry to wake up. He had been unconscious for the two days the goblins had foretold it would take for him to recover. Sirius hoped Harry would feel well enough to talk for a while after waking up. He wanted to tell him what he had planned and found out. And he would ask him, if he wanted him to adopt him. Ever since the goblins had suggested it he found himself enjoying the thought. He never had had time to have a family of his own, even if he had had enough female admirers to be quite knowledgeable in this area. But none of them had been the one to catch his heart completely like James had found the one for him in Lily.
There was attraction but it never evolved into something more. How could he settle for a half-hearted relationship while seeing the unbearable love-struck face of his best friend whenever he looked at Lily? It hurt thinking about them, he dearly missed them. He really wished he could at least contact Remus but he knew in his current situation that was too dangerous. Due to Dumbledore's kindness in Remus' past he was completely loyal to the man and would only change his mind, if he was confronted with undeniable evidence. And evidence meant showing him the test results of Harry and some of his darker childhood memories in a pensieve.
Thinking of pensieves, he should show Harry how they worked. They were really useful. And for his new learning materials, they used a pensieve as a medium. Quite ingenious to be honest. He would have to speak with the goblins to make an investment in the company. Even if the courses wouldn't be accepted well in Britain, the rest of the world was a different matter. And there were a lot of home schooled children who would benefit from this possibility.
Sirius had listed the things he needed to do and marked those he had already initiated. The meeting at Gringotts in three days would be an important step. He was interrupted from his musing as Kreacher came into the room.
"Master Sirius, Master Harry has awoken. He seems to be a bit disorientated."
"Thank you for letting me know, Kreacher. I will go to his room and help him sort things out. I'm sure he will be a bit overwhelmed by everything that has happened." Sirius said.
Kreacher bowed and left the room. Sirius stood up and walked to Harry's room.
He opened the door and looked at Harry, who sat in his bed looking around. The most curious part was that he didn't wear his glasses.
"Hey, Harry. I see you finally decided to grace us normal mortals with your presence." Sirius joked.
Harry managed a smile.
"Hey Sirius. How long was I out?" He asked.
"Nearly two full days. How are you feeling?"
"Strange. Like I have been living in a world of fog and now the fog is gone. I don't even need my glasses to see. How can this be? I always had to wear them."
"I can only guess there. Maybe the blocks that stopped you from thinking properly left a strain on the nerves in your eyes so you needed your glasses. And now, that the strain is gone, your eyes are back to normal. Perhaps it even was the soul piece. There isn't much information on horcruxes in general, but a living one is unheard of. Especially a human one. We don't know the complete effects everything had on you. Therefore we will check which spells you can still perform from your first two years and in doubt practice everything so you can get a good start into your new year at Hogwarts."
Sirius grinned.
"If I am not mistaken, your friend Hermione will have trouble keeping her top spot."
Harry suddenly grew solemn.
"What's the matter, Harry? Are you afraid to show everybody that you are not the average student they believe you to be?" Sirius asked.
"No, with that I will be able to cope. I can just brush it off as after the last two years I decided to be ready whenever Voldemort tries to return next and put every effort in learning as much as I could to survive. But what will I tell them where I was this summer? I'm sure they will have heard then that I disappeared suddenly. I really don't want to lie to them. They are my best friends after all." Harry said worriedly.
"Just ask them to wait until you are ready to tell them. Promise them, that you will tell them everything but you can't for certain reasons at the time. The goblins have already sent my memories to Amelia Bones. If we are lucky she will start a thorough investigation." Sirius calmed him down.
Just as Sirius and Harry were speaking, Amelia Bones was really researching everything about the Sirius Black case. There simply was no flaw in the memories that had been sent to her via the goblins. They were authentic. Nobody had tampered with them. They had sent an innocent man to Azkaban for twelve years. How the man was still sane was a miracle.
The idiot Fudge refused to even listen to the suggestion that there might have been mistakes at the time. He assured her that the evidence was striking and that the public would be in uproar if they even hinted that the ministry made a mistake. The ministry would lose face and that couldn't be allowed. But she wouldn't cave in. Not this time. Sirius was innocent. And she suspected he was behind Harry Potter's disappearance.
That meant the only way to get the Boy-Who-Lived back would be to give Black a chance to prove his innocence. It was ridiculous. Even an average lawyer would be able to win this case in Black's favor. A good one, and she was sure Black could afford one of the best, would make an example of it and make the Ministry pay for their mistakes. To not give every convict a trial was illegal. Sure they had been at war with You-Know-Who but after it was over, they could have held the trials just to show that the ministry was no joke.
But nobody had cared. They had the so called death eaters in Askaban, especially the supposed right hand man Sirius Black. Oh yes it would cause an uproar. One that was overdue. And she would make sure it came to that. Even if she had to trick and blackmail the Wizengamot into doing it. She had international contacts. If she played her cards right, she could get everything set up before the meddlers Fudge and Dumbledore caught on to her plans. She had a reputation to maintain and she would do so. She wasn't the most well liked head of her department for six decades for nothing. She was stern but fair. A reason she was able to get along with Minerva McGonagall so well.
Harry listened intently on Sirius' story and read the letter from Sirius brother.
"So he made more? How will we be able to find and destroy them? I'm sure it won't be easy." Harry asked.
"I don't know. But I think it would be a safe bet to look out for more heirlooms of the Hogwarts founders. The only thing we can rule out is the sword of Gryffindor." Sirius said.
"Why is that, Sirius?" Harry was curious.
"Well, the sword was made by goblins. Goblin made weapons are able to shrug of anything that would damage them, but they take in everything that would strengthen them. You killed a basilisk with the sword. The blade now is impregnated with basilisk venom. A horcrux can only be destroyed by something so destructive that a magical repair is impossible. And due to there being only one antidote to basilisk venom it is a very safe way to destroy horcruxes. Fiendfire like the goblins used on the one in you after it was transferred is way too hard to control to use it normally. You need exceptional wards to pull that off." Sirius explained.
Harry understood.
"There is something else I want to ask you, Harry." Sirius said collecting himself.
"What is it, Sirius?"
"You know that I am your godfather, but there is the problem that even after I am cleared of the charges against me, a lot of people would argue against me raising you like your parents wanted me to do." Sirius started.
"But I want to live with you!" Harry interrupted. "The few days I have spent with you were the happiest of my life. It was like finally having a real family." He whispered at the end.
Sirius just embraced Harry.
"I know and I don't intend to let them take you away from me. I spoke with Snowcack and Thornfinger about it, when the ritual for the transfer of the soul piece was at its peak. They suggested a way that nobody could force us apart if I was found innocent. It's called blood adoption. It is an old way often used in pureblood families that had no heir left or if the heir was sterile. The adopted participant will become of the blood of the adopting one. If you agree I would blood adopt you as my son. You would still be James and Lily's son, but also mine." Sirius informed Harry.
Sirius let the message sink in. This was a huge thing for Harry to think about. He knew it as it would change his life immensely.
"You really want to adopt me, Sirius?" Harry asked with a trembling voice.
"Yes, I would like nothing better." Sirius confirmed.
"And not only because I am your best friend's son?" Harry asked.
"I will admit that plays a part in my decision. But I want to have you as my son, because you are a great boy. You were willing to believe me and let me tell you my story before judging. You have shown so much courage in dealing with everything that was shoved in your way to hinder you. You want to help others and ask for so little for yourself. Of course I want you Harry."
"I would like to be your son, Sirius." He said, tears streaming down his face.
Tears of happiness that had their cause in thirteen years of bottled up emotions. Sirius just held Harry and let him cry. It was good to finally let it all out and by letting go of his emotions and allowing himself to cry for his past, he could leave it behind to start a new life.
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