AN:I can not believe I forgot to post this Saturday. Hope you enjoy.
Harry sat on his bed up in Gryffindor tower. He was currently alone and staring down a picture from the Daily Prophet. Everyone else was in Hogsmeade. On it was a crazed man holding a prisoner's plaque. He traced a finger along the edge of the picture before he reached over and picked up the photo album Hagrid had given him. Flipping the page over he saw the most recent picture of the man. Harry compared all three pictures of the man. One showing him full of pride and happiness, one showing loss pain and rage, and the last showing a face full of haunted sorrow.
Harry knew this man was not after him, despite what everyone had said. The young raven haired child had always been good at reading people. It was a talent that had been beaten into Harry by his Aunt and Uncle. He had read Malfoy as a scared little boy, hoping he could live up to those he loved and afraid to be better than they believed. Ron, so scared of being forgotten and lost in the shadows of his family. Even in disgraces his father was well known and thought of. Hermione, so eager to please and receive praise, when she didn't need to try. She was already someone so special.
Apparently, this broken wizard Harry only knew in pictures was supposed to be his godfather.
Harry wondered if this Sirius black would be just as disappointed in him as his Aunt and Uncle were. Would he be seen as a freak and degenerate by another magical. Would this person berate and deny him things just because of how he felt and the choices he made? If things had been better would this raving supposed manic be trading stories of how proud they were over something Harry had done. His first time scaring the magic out of his mother with a broom stunt. His first project to earn a muggle A or a wizarding O. Or be just as proud because he tried his best but still failed.
But that would never happen. Voldemort had seen to that. The Ministry for failing to find out what really happened. The pictures told another story despite what everyone else believed. Harry even blamed Dumbledore to a degree.
Silent tears began to fall from brilliant emerald eyes. The young teen wondered what could have been.
Harry wondered, if Sirius would have been proud to call her Naomi.
AN: I may come back to a Trans-centric story later, Especially if people like this. I just wanted to do a little dabble for Pride month. Hope you enjoyed.