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Chapter 1- Sirius' Sacrifice

October 31, 1981

"Please, Professor Dumbledore, sir. Give him to me. I'll do anything… Just let me care for him. Don't take him to those people…"

Dumbledore looked at the face of the broken man weeping in front of him sadly.

"Sirius, you know why we can't do that."

"But they will hate him! L... L… She told us about her sister. Petunia absolutely hated her and anything magical!"

"But the protection, Sirius. He must call the house of his mother's blood home."

"Petunia's house could never be home to him!"

"Sirius..." Dumbledore began.

"There's got to be a way!" Sirius looked up at Dumbledore with pleading eyes.

Dumbledore began to think. For the time being, Voldemort was gone. The protection was not completely necessary yet. It wouldn't be until Voldemort returned. As he someday would. It would be good for the boy to have someone to love him as he grew up. The beginnings of an idea began to form in his mind.

"There is a way in which it could be possible, but it would require much sacrifice on your part, Sirius."

"I already said I'd do anything for Harry. I am his godfather- his parents intended for him to be in my care," Sirius replied with steel in his eyes.

"Harry must grow up as a Muggle. Which means you will have to hide your magic and his magic from him until the time has come. You will need to live near the Dursleys as well. There is a house for sale behind their house- I will give them money to purchase it. This way, you can live under the Dursley's roof without having to live with them. If Voldemort returns, you will both move in with them for added protection. Do not tell him about the magical world, do not tell him about his parents, and do not, I repeat, do not, tell him about Lord Voldemort."

Sirius bowed his head.

"I'll do it for Harry, sir," he thought for a moment, "can I keep the motorcycle? The residents of this tiny Muggle town will suspect us as different anyway, so I can make it seem like I was a school friend of Harry's father who was named godfather, but never intended to have to take up the role."

"Good idea," Dumbledore said with a faint memory of his usual smile, "I will go make arrangements with the Dursleys. Take Harry to your house and protect him with your life. Do not allow others in to see him, no matter who they are. There are many who think it was you who betrayed the Potters. I will clear your name before the idea can get out of hand. When I've taken care of everything, I will come find you to tell you where you will live."

"How will I know it's you?" Sirius asked.

"I believe that you will know me very well," Dumbledore paused, "Padfoot."

Sirius grinned for a moment. Suddenly his face darkened.

"I'd love to get my hands on Wormtail," he snarled.

"Let it go, Sirius," Dumbledore said, a matching fury in his eyes, "I will find him myself. And I will make him wish that he had never gone anywhere near Voldemort. You need to concentrate on Harry. He needs you."

Both of them turned their attention to the baby boy in the crib. His bright green eyes were damp, and his jet black hair was swept away from his face so that a raw, lightning shaped scar was clearly seen. Baby Harry kept rubbing it with his fists, as though it bothered him. A small cry escaped the sniffling baby, and Sirius dashed over to him, picked him up, and held him tight.

"Shh, little Prongsling, it'll be okay," Sirius looked up at Dumbledore, "I'll be at my house," he said as he got on his giant motorcycle and roared away.

"Good luck and god speed, Sirius Black, if Harry dies, the world will never be rid of Tom Riddle"

Later

Sirius made his house difficult to find and impossible to break into as soon as he got home. Harry slept on the small bed in the guest bedroom, or on the couch, or in Sirius' arms. He had no idea how to take care of the baby, but Dumbledore sent him help in a slightly unexpected form- Molly Weasley. She gave him many tips for how to take care of Harry over those weeks. And she was a powerful force when the mobs came.

The first mobs were after him. All were convinced that he had been the Potters' Secret Keeper, and all wanted his blood. Within a couple of days, those mobs disappeared, replaced by mobs after Peter's blood. They called for him to join them, but he never did. Many of his friends tried to get in to the house, but he didn't let anyone in. He couldn't let them in on Dumbledore's orders, but many went away bitter because they wanted to see the Boy Who Lived. The only ones who understood were Moony and Molly.

"Poor boy!" Molly always said, "They'll never leave him alone while in school, mark my words." She frowned as she fed her new baby, Ginevra or Ginny.

Finally, almost three weeks into November, Dumbledore reappeared after a mysterious note that said to have everything essential packed by the date on the letter.

"Let me in, Padfoot," Dumbledore commanded. Sirius opened the door, and Dumbledore stepped in. Harry was watching Ginny intently as she most seriously attempted to roll over on her stomach.

"Molly, thanks for all of your help," Sirius said thankfully.

"It's nothing, dear. It's the least I could do for you two," she replied, picking Harry up, "send me an owl if you need anything or any advice on how to care for Harry."

"I will, thanks" Sirius said with a grin. He smiled a bit more easily now. Though the pain of losing his brother-in-all-but-blood would never truly be gone, he had seen over the past couple of weeks that caring for Harry would help make it bearable.

"Sirius, everything has been provided for. You will get weekly food deliveries and some Muggle money every month to cover any non-food expenses. The furniture is there, all you need are clothes."

"Ah, Sirius?" Molly began, a slightly shy look on her face.

"Yeah, Molly?"

"These are for you," she said quickly, handing him some very worn children's clothes that were about the right size for Harry, "They were Ron's, and some of the others before that. I know they're not in great shape, but it would at least give you something for Harry to wear until you can take him to a children's store."

"Thanks, Molly," Sirius smiled happily and gave her a one armed hug. As Sirius took him from her arms for the last time, Harry looked directly at Molly and smiled deliberately.

Some hours later, Sirius walked with Harry through the door of the house on the prim and proper street in Little Whinging. He looked down at his godson and smiled as he looked at the brand new, but non-frilly furniture.

"Welcome home, Harry," he said seriously.

Harry looked at him just as seriously and said a single word- his first.

"Si-wus," Harry babbled.

Sirius.