Remus was no longer living in the Black Manor, which Sirius changed the name to Marauders Mansion. Sirius had found a stick remover charm, so now the huge painting of Sirius's mother was no longer hanging in the entryway. The painting was locked up in the attic, along with everything else that related to the Black Estate, including the dishware with the Black crest on them. Sirius gave Kreacher clothes, because of the negative effect it had towards Harry. Harry didn't think it was right that anything or anyone should be forced to be a slave, like he had been while living with the Dursleys.
It's been two days since Remus had moved out, but he still came over every night for dinner. Sirius and Harry were closer then ever. They talk about everything, except three things. Sirius never brought up about his time in Azkaban, Harry never talked about his time living with the Dursleys, and neither of them brought up the subject of Lily and James's death. The two shared a bond, a bond that ran deep through their veins. A bond intertwined them through thick and thin. The two understood each other.
Sirius was in the living room, talking to Arabella Figg. She had stopped by to give Sirius and Harry several things that she thought that they would like. It was early in the morning and Harry was still fast asleep.
"I know that.. that you're probably not to keen on seeing me-" Arabella didn't look at Sirius, but rather at the floor.
"It's not that, Bella." Sirius sighed heavily, searching for the right words to say.
"Don't. Please, Sirius, don't." Arabella reached inside a bag that sat on the floor next to her.
"Arabella, we need to talk about everything that's happened in the past several years. It's not something that we can just forget-" Arabella interrupted Sirius.
"Don't. That part of our lives is over and done with. I brought over a photo album that Lily was making of Harry. I thought he'd like to have it. I also have a photo album that James made when he was in school. Lily made one, but I'd like to keep that if it's okay." Arabella held out the two albums to him.
"Thanks." Sirius took them as if they were going to explode.
"I recovered James's wand, Lily's was no where to be found." Arabella took out a small box and handed it to Sirius.
"Thanks." Sirius said again.
Sirius opened the box and peered inside. There laid a wooden wand, a wand that had gotten the four Marauders in so much trouble in school. Sirius picked up the wand and fingered it in his hand, taking in the feel of it. Sirius felt as if a part of James was still alive inside the piece of wood.
"You okay?" Arabella lightly placed on a hand on Sirius's shoulder.
"Yeah." Sirius replied in a whisper.
A small, childish voice rang throughout the house. Sirius turned his head towards the stairs as he heard Harry's tiny feet treading on the hardwood floors. Soon appeared a very messy-haired boy in green-checkered pajamas running down the stairs. Sirius got up off the couch and squatted down with his arms opened for the small child to run into. Harry wrapped his arms around Sirius's neck as Sirius picked him up into his arms.
"Good-morning to you too!" Sirius kissed the top of Harry's head.
Harry rested his head on Sirius's shoulder, catching a glimpse of Arabella. Harry tensed slightly, looking at the woman in fear. Sirius turned his attention to his godson and then adverted his gaze towards Arabella.
"Harry, this is Bella, your godmother." Sirius said in a calming voice.
"Hello, Harry." Arabella stood up and smiled warmly at the undersized child.
"H-hi." Harry tightened his arms around his godfather's neck.
"Would you uh.. like to join us for some breakfast?" Sirius asked Arabella.
"That'd be great, if I'm not imposing." Arabella replied, not taking her gaze off of Harry.
"'Course not. Now, Harry, would you so gladly assist me and making my most famous flapjacks?" Sirius turned his attention to his godson.
"Gladly." Harry smiled as Sirius walked towards the kitchen, Arabella following closely behind.
Sirius wasn't much of a cook. He avoided it at all costs, but breakfast was different. Every day for breakfast Sirius would cook flapjacks, the only thing Sirius could make without burning down the whole house. Harry would help Sirius with the small things, such as helping him mix the batter. Sirius seemed to do things the muggle way, other then the wizarding way, because Harry grew up as a muggle. Sirius had thought that it would be an easier transition for the boy if he was able to recognize every day things.
Arabella sat down on a stool and watched as Sirius gathered the things up to make the batter, with Harry resting in one arm. Once Sirius got everything together, Sirius sat Harry down on the bar and the two started to add the ingredients.
"It's amazing, Sirius." Arabella took her gaze off of Harry and looked up at Sirius.
"Pour that in. What is?" Sirius glanced over at Arabella, trying to keep one eye on Harry.
"The bond that you two share. Do you have an scotch or anything?" Arabella asked as she stood up.
"There's some wine in the refrigerator." Sirius replied as he started to mix the batter.
Arabella rummaged through the refrigerator. She took out the wine and retrieved two glasses. She poured in the drink and handed one to Sirius. Sirius took it, saying his thanks and started to bring the glass to his lips to take a drink when a small hand came out of nowhere and knocked it to the ground.
"NO!" Harry looked at Sirius horrorstricken.
"Harry, what in Merlin's name is wrong?" Sirius looked down at the wine all over the floor.
"Y-you can't! I don't want- y-you can't di-die! I do-don't want to lose you!" Harry stood up on the bar and flung his arms around Sirius's waist.
"Harry, what are you talking about?" Sirius lightly pulled Harry away from him, looking at his godson's tearstained face.
Sirius looked in utter confusion as he saw the tears ran down Harry's face. Sirius had never seemed Harry cry and it was unnerving him. Sirius wiped away some of the tears from the child's red face.
"Aunt P-Petunia said that m-mum and dad di-died in a car crash 'cause th- they were drunk. I-I don't want y-you to die." Sirius pulled Harry close to him, closing his eyes tightly.
"You never told him?" Arabella sat down her glass and watched as her godson shook violently in Sirius's arms.
"No, I never thought they didn't tell him the truth." Sirius's voice grew dark.
"Wh-what do y-you mean?" Harry pulled back slightly to look up at Sirius.
"Harry.. Lily and James.. they.. they didn't.. die in a car crash." Sirius started slowly, unsure of how to say what he wanted to.
"But-but Aunt Petunia-"
"Don't listen to her. She lied to you, Harry." Sirius cupped Harry's head into his hands.
"How did they die?" Harry sniffed.
"They.. they were.. murdered." Sirius bowed his head, connecting their heads together at the hairline.
"What?" Harry didn't understand what was going on, why was Sirius saying these things.
"They were murdered, Harry. A very bad man killed them. Have you ever wondered why you have that scar on your forehead? It's because this madman gave it to you." Sirius pulled away from Harry, so that he could read his expression.
The young child's face was unreadable. Harry didn't know what to say, should he believe the closest person he's ever known as a father? Harry swallowed a lump that was forming in his throat. He looked up at Sirius and saw a pained look on his godfather's youthful face.
"C-can I go to my room, Padfoot?" Harry asked in a small voice.
"Sure." Sirius picked Harry up and sat him down onto the floor, letting Harry leave.
"You never told him?" Arabella asked once Harry was out of earshot.
"No." Sirius answered.
"And why not?" Arabella asked in disbelief.
"He never brought it up! I sure as hell didn't want to talk about it! I-I didn't know those muggles were keeping that from him!" Sirius tried to defend himself.
"I got to go." Arabella left the kitchen.
"Bloody hell." Sirius mumbled.
"Is it true?" a woman asked her husband. "My cousin is out of Azkaban?"
"It's true, Love."
Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy sat at their kitchen table, eating breakfast with their six-year-old son, Draco, sitting in-between them. The Malfoys were a very powerful, rich, wizarding family, not to mention the whole lot of them were Death Eaters when Lord Voldemort was in his claim to fame per say.
"He has custody of that Potter boy too." Lucius added.
"We could get the Potter boy and help our master back into power. We would be greatly rewarded." Narcissa sniggered.
"Mummy, can you pass the Blood-syrup?" Draco asked his mother as she passed it to him.
"The taste of blood is very valuable, Draco. You don't have to be a vampire to enjoy the taste of it. The way it swooshes in your mouth, to feel the pain that must have occurred. The agonizing torture the person went through just so we could use his very blood as seasoning." Narcissa told the bleach- blonde son.
"It is rather refreshing, Mummy." Draco replied as his mother handed him the syrup.
"It's more than just refreshing, My Son." Narcissa reached out and brushed a blonde lock out of her son's eyes.
"We must form a plan of how to get the boy." Lucius announced, interrupting Narcissa and Draco's conversation.
There was a pop that sounded in the kitchen. The Malfoys looked to their side to see an old, crotchety house elf standing in the middle of the kitchen. The house elf looked rather pleased with itself. Kreacher.
"What are you doing here?" Lucius asked. "I thought that you were to say with your Mistress."
"Sirius Black kicked Kreacher out of his house, Black Manor. Black said that Harry Potter did not want Kreacher around." Kreacher sneered. "Then Black took Mistress's painting and threw it up in the attic."
"Excellent." Narcissa smirked.
"Do you know where Potter's room is?" Lucius asked.
"Yes, Master Malfoy. I've seen Black take his godson to it many times."
Sirius knocked lightly on Harry's bedroom door. He was extremely worried about his godson and the impact that knowing his parents were murdered had on the already fragile boy. Sirius knocked again and heard a muffled response; he took that as an invite. Sirius opened the door slowly and saw his godson lying on the bed.
"You okay, Harry?" Sirius shut the door and walked towards the small boy.
"I'm fine, Padfoot." Harry turned to meet his godfather's gaze.
"So, I was thinking, maybe tomorrow you and I could pay a visit to Diagon Alley. Maybe even get you a broom." Sirius sat down next to Harry, trying to change the subject to something pleasant.
"A broom?" Harry questioned, slightly taken back.
Questions filled Harry's mind, was Sirius trying to make him do housework? Has Sirius finally had enough of him and wanted him to clean the house. He did ask Sirius to get rid of the house elf; so now that Kreacher wasn't there, was Sirius going to have him be the house elf? It couldn't be, Sirius would never do something like that. Sirius saw the look on his godson's face and quickly added:
"Yeah, so I can teach you how to play Quidditch, Silly." Sirius gave the boy a reassuring smile/
"Quidditch?" Harry climbed on his godfather's lap, resting his head on his chest, relieved that Sirius wasn't starting to hate him.
"It's only the best Wizarding sport there is, Harry! Your dad used to play chaser, even though he so badly wanted to play seeker." Sirius wrapped his arms around Harry.
"Chaser? Seeker?" Harry grinned faintly.
"You play it up in the air on broomsticks. You fly around." Sirius explained briefly.
"Wow." Harry's eyes grew big, desperate to hear more.
"There are three chasers per team, two beaters, a seeker, and a keeper.."
Sirius went into a full description of Quidditch, Harry hanging on his every word. Sirius explained some of the games that happened while he was a student at Hogwarts, only the ones where Gryffindor won, of course. Harry's eyes grew bigger and bigger at every word Sirius said.
"Do I get to play Quidditch? Will you teach me? When can we start?" Harry asked, excited to say the least.
"I'll teach you as soon as we get you a broom. You can play on the house team when you get to Hogwarts. Gryffindor of course, though." Sirius replied a grin playing on his lips.
"What position do you think I'll make?" Harry looked up at his godfather, totally ignoring the comment about Gryffindor.
"Well, if you're anything like your father, I'd say either seeker or chaser." Sirius replied, looking thoughtful for a moment.
"I want to be a seeker." Harry could barely contain his excitement.
"And why is that?" Sirius asked as he brushed some strands of raven hair to the side.
"Because I want to catch the golden snitch, Padfoot." Harry replied, a faint smile playing across his lips.
"I bet you'll make it."
"You think?" Harry said, looking hopeful.
"You can do anything that you put your mind to, Harry."
"I love you, Padfoot." Harry flung his arms around his guardian's neck
"Love you too, Harry. More then you'll ever know." Sirius returned the hug, burring his head in his godson's messy hair. "Bella brought something over for you."
"What?" Harry pulled back.
"These." Sirius took out his wand and in several seconds, the bedroom door opened and two books came floating into the room.
"Wow." Harry watched as the books floated towards him.
"These were your parents. There are filled with pictures of your parents and whatnot." Sirius explained as he opened up the first album to show Harry.
The picture was of Lily, James, and Harry. A very harassed looking Lily sat in a hospital bed with a baby in her arms. Lily had a very tired smile showing on her face. Next to her sat James, who was beaming. He had one arm around Lily, with a huge, goofy grin on his face.
"That's the day you were born, I took that picture." Sirius commented as James waved at them, glowing with pride.
"I really do look like my dad." Harry whispered as he fingered the picture.
"Turn the page." Sirius whispered softly into Harry's ear.
Harry did so and he was taken to another picture. This picture showed James sitting on a green couch with Harry resting on his lap. James had a storybook and was reading to his son. The baby giggled with joy as James's smile grew bigger.
"I think your mum took that one." Sirius commented.
"Padfoot?" Harry looked towards his godfather.
"What?" Sirius asked as he leaned down to kiss the top of Harry's head.
"Tell Bella that I said thank-you." Harry whispered in a soft voice as he turned the page.
"I think she'd love it if you told her that." Sirius replied as he looked at the pictures with him.
"Maybe." Harry replied, a huge smile on his face.
End of Chapter 4
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