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A lone figure stood at the end of the driveway at 4 Privet Drive, the sun was just beginning to set as he walked up the walkway and knocked on the door. He heard a voice from inside bellow, "Boy! Answer the door!"
The door opened slowly and the man looked down to see a young boy with emerald green eyes covered by broken glasses. "Good evening."
"Evening Sir. Can I help you?"
The man kneeled down the child's level, "Perhaps. You see, I'm looking for a young boy by the name of Harry."
A slight smile played about the boy's face, "I'm Harry."
"You look just like your father." The man whispered. "Do you remember me, Harry?"
The boy searched his limited memory, the face in front of his own seemed vaguely familiar. "Paddy?"
Sirius grinned, "Good boy!"
"Boy! Who's at the door?!"
The boy flinched, "It's a friend, Uncle Vernon."
A portly man came ambling around the corner, into the hallway. "Who'd want to be friends with you, Boy?"
Sirius' face darkened as he stood up to meet the eyes Vernon Dursley. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sirius Black, Harry's godfather."
Vernon's eyes narrowed. "Godfather, eh?"
"Yes, Sir. I've come to take the boy home." Sirius rummaged through his robes and produced a document. "These here are the legal papers stating that I am legal guardian of Harry."
"I am unaware of any such matters! My wife and I are the Boy's only legal guardians. Though only goodness knows why. The Boy is nothing but a pest and imbecile!" Vernon spluttered, shutting the door abruptly. "Good night, Sir!"
Sirius stood on the doorstep, thoroughly bewildered. He walked away, vowing silently that he would be back for his godson. "Okay, operation Plan B. Hmm…what is Plan B?"
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Remus Lupin sat at his kitchen table watching his friend pace back and forth. "Would you please sit down, Sirius? You're making me dizzy."
"Sorry Moony," The man mumbled, slumping into a chair. Sighing, he looked up at his friend. "So how do we get him back?"
"We can't simply go barging in there-"
"Why not!?"
"Because that would be kidnapping, Sirius. That's why."
"Oh."
"We shall go back tomorrow afternoon." Remus began. "Dressed as muggles. I will be your attorney, representing your right to have the child in your custody."
A roguish grin slowly spread across Sirius' face. "Thanks Moony."
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Sirius cradled a sleeping Harry in his arms, a smile creeping across his face as he peered down into the smaller version of James'. He gently kissed the scarred forehead gently and sighed quietly.
"Are you gonna sit there holding him all night, Paddy?"
Sirius looked up the quiet voice with a sheepish grin, "Yeah."
The two of them had gone back to 4 Privet Drive earlier that evening to collect Harry and the Dursley's had seemed all too eager to be rid of the "Boy". The only thing that Harry had brought with him was the blanket he'd been wrapped in when Dumbledore had left him on the front step and the small teddy bear he'd had clutched in his hands that night.
He now sat in front of a roaring fire with a freshly bathed Harry, dressed in one of Sirius' old t-shirts, as the boy slept curled up on his lap.
"You know we have to go get him some clothes tomorrow, don't you? The ones he wore earlier were despicable."
"Yes Moony, I know." Sirius murmured. "And whole bunch of other things that a boy needs. Toys, games, books, candy. Did you know he's never had a piece of candy before?"
Remus nodded sadly as he observed his friend. He could see that Sirius was exhausted. "Paddy? Why don't you at least take him upstairs with you and get some rest?"
"But-"
Ever the voice of reason, "There will plenty of other nights that you can watch him sleep."
Once stretched out in his bed, he still couldn't believe how good it felt – to be able to relax into a soft mattress and be kept warm with a thick down comforter. As he closed his eyes, the memory of being set free came to the forefront.
The door to his cell clanged open for the first time in six years, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody walked in. "Black?"
"Mad-Eye…to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"
"Ah…still sane, eh? That's good. Well come on then, ya lazy mutt! We're gettin' ya out of here."
Haunted eyes grew round, "I'm free?!"
"As soon as you take Veritaserum. Peter Pettigrew crossed through a ward a few days ago, one that forces Animagi to return to their human form. Being an unregistered Animagus, he was caught immediately."
"Mad-Eye…I'm not registered."
"You will be." Moody grunted as he half supported a weak Sirius and helped him down the hall. "Come on, let's get you out of this hellhole."
In the end, Peter crumbled under the Veritaserum and told the whole torrid story. The Ministry sentenced him to the Dementor's Kiss. Until that time, he was placed in Sirius' old cell…which would prevent him from shifting to the Rat and escaping.
The Ministry had also apologized profusely for the wrongful imprisonment and awarded Sirius with several thousand Galleons. They also included the adoption papers for one Harry James Potter!