Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I also don't own AC/DC.
"Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill. I can't get enough and I can't get my thrill"
"BOY" Uncle Vernon's voice shouted out at Harry from downstairs "get down here!"
Harry turned off the music and called out "Yes Uncle Vernon" as he turned to leave, he began thinking about what could have caused his uncle to call him down.
Harry had not had the best end of the year, and his relatives had immediately picked up on this, and had decided to leave him alone for the last few weeks. While Harry was grateful that this summer was turning out slightly better than the previous few summers, he would have like to have someone who he could have vented his frustrations at for what had happened at the Department of Mysteries. Harry froze, remembering once more that Sirius was dead. He had yet to tell his relatives that the he was, as they still thought of Sirius as an escaped convict, albeit one who conveniently had been preventing Harry from causing problems around the house.
Harry reached the bottom of the stairs, and was surprised to see his Aunt Petunia and Dudley were both looking at him almost sympathetically, and said "Yes?" in the most condescending tone he could muster.
To his surprise, it was Dudley who spoke first, "Why didn't you say anything?" he asked, concerned "I know we don't usually talk about it, but something like that is big, and not something that you should keep inside of you" Harry was confused, until he saw what was on the table in front of him. It was an article of The Daily Prophet.
"Is Black Siriusly Dead?"
Harry turned to his cousin. "I didn't know you cared" he replied honestly "I thought you hated me"
Dudley said to him, "Nearly losing my soul gave me a lot to think about. As I was thinking, it suddenly occurred to me that your understanding of the dementor's effects was incredibly accurate, as if you had succumbed to some of them yourself. It also occurred to me that the only way for you to be so sure of your Godfather's innocence, you had to have met with him yourself. It got me thinking, and after talking to mom, we agreed to get a subscription of the Daily Prophet so we could find out what was going on in your world. The first issue we got was a few weeks ago, and I must say it opened my eyes a bit to the fact that you guys are people as well. Dad took some convincing, but we managed to do it."
Vernon looked slightly ashamed, but he turned to Harry and said "I know that the past few years have not been the best, but you are still family, and I would like to officially retract what I said last year. I know you probably won't ever need or want it, but you will always be welcome to stay here if you need to." he then looked at Harry and said "I don't like your kind, and I don't like magic, but I know what it is like to lose someone who is close to you, and I know that it isn't pleasant. If you ever need to talk to someone, I will do my best to fill your godfather's role. I know that it won't be the same, but it is the least I could do." he then looked at Harry and said quietly "and I am proud of you. You stuck to your story even when one of your professors was cutting into your hand for it, and you did your best to prepare your friends for war. I know what happened isn't something you will want to talk about, but what I will say is that this" he pointed to the newspaper article that was degrading Sirius and continuing to call him a Death Eater, "is something I will help you fight. The truth is something that should be freely given. Our biggest mistake raising you was trying to fight the truth from being told, trying to hide what you were and make you seem normal. It was wrong of us, and I see that now. We will fight alongside you to learn the truth, uncover it and prove it."
Harry stared at his family and nodded. He knew then, that things were going to be interesting that year.
AN: Hey everyone, this is Raven. This is my first fanfiction, so please keep that in mind. Reviews are welcome, and don't feel worried about criticizing me, I am happy to have the help, but please tell me what I am doing wrong and not just "this story sucks, stop writing" or something like that. If you flame me, I will use them to destroy Horocruxes.
