AN- I would like to take this opportunity to thank one of my current English teachers Mr Dean Seabrook for alerting me to the errors in this story before I revamped it.
This story starts before Harry's third year of Hogwarts. It tells of how Harry and Sirius met fell in love and started a relationship. The story tells of how Harry was treated at the Dursleys. Of how Harry and Sirius overcome the many problems they face as a couple from how they clear Sirius's name to how they cope with the comments and opinions of fellow witches and wizards.
Before anyone starts the romance will not emerge before OOP at the earliest.
All was dark. All was quiet. Not a noise or light could be seen on the street of Privet Drive. Everything was perfect out on the street. Inside No.4 in the smallest bedroom a wizard called Harry Potter the hero of the wizarding world spent his summers. Harry Potter was a battered bruised and broken mess.
As his uncle entered harry curled himself into a ball. He hated this. He hated the games. He hated the pain. He hated his uncle. But most of all he hated Albus Dumbledore for making him return every year. It would take him the best part of a term to be able to eat rich foods and luckily the house elves knew this. They knew if he ate and if he didn't then they would bring him food to eat. They looked after him even if the professors didn't.
Harry hated his uncle. If you could call him that torturer would be more appropriate. As Vernon Dursley left young Harry curled up in a ball and cried. He often wondered what he had done wrong to deserve this. The truth was nothing at all. Vernon Dursley was sick.
As Harry gradually dragged his trunk and Hedwig to the park he began to panic. He had nowhere to go. He couldn't go to the Burrow because Mrs Weasley would ask too many questions, but neither did he have anywhere else he could go. As Harry reached the park his body was racked with sobs. When the pain became too much to bear Harry fell to ground just as he blacked out. The latest beating had taken its toll on his already battered bruised and broken body. Harry didn't notice a black dog follow him or lay down protectively in front of him as he passed out. As evening turned to night dog changed to man.
As midnight approached Harry began to stir. The man sat by motionless waiting for the boy to wake. When Harry woke it was to find a man sat watching him with a look of deep regret on his thin gaunt face. As Harry looked at him he noticed similarities between this man and his father's best man on his parents wedding photos. As realisation dawned on Harry he suddenly realised he didn't care about his life anymore.
Looking into the cold black eyes Harry said "Kill me if you wish. After all my life isn't worth living. I have no family and no one other than my friends would miss me. Well my uncle would miss beating me. So go ahead and kill me."
The man looked at Harry and said "I care about you. I care whether you live or die."
"No you don't"
"Yes I do"
"Why, why would you care about me"
"Because you are my godson Harry"
"I wasn't aware I even had a godfather so how do I know that you're telling the truth?"
The man took his wand and said "I Sirius Orion Black do hereby declare upon my life and magic that I am the godfather to one Harry James Potter and mean him no harm I also do declare that I was not James and Lilly Potters secret keeper and that the task was held by Peter Pettigrew so mote it be" as he finished a golden glow appeared and sank in to Sirius.
Harry was shocked as never before had someone put their life on the line for him let alone a person that he didn't know. No matter how much Harry wanted to ponder it further he was in too much pain to do so.
Seeing the pain that Harry was in Sirius shrunk Harry's belongings and put them in his pocket before picking Harry up bridal style and apparating them away.