Summary -- Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Harry Potter have found the most important thing to them! Each other, their own little family in a world consumed by pain! Can they keep their family going even against those who seek to destroy all that they stand for?

Disclaimer – I do not own! So don't even try to sue me! I own Muriel and any other OC that one might come across in this fic!

A/N – If ya'll didn't know, this is the second part(s) to Harry Potter and the Story of Secret's; these two fics are part of the LOVE TRINITY series. I hope that you will all enjoy this fic! Love you all!

"I know, I know all ready! Merlin, what the bloody hell do you want me to do about it?" Sirius yelled, standing from his chair, which fell to the floor.

"Not this! Have you even talked to Voldemort about it?"

"No…"

"Then don't do a damn thing till you do!" Remus said, glaring at his best friend.

Remus and Sirius, Harry Potter and the Story of Secret's (part 21)

Harry Potter and the Price of Love

Part 1

THE DAY BROKE WITH WHITE GOLD RAYS OF LIGHT…

Harry Potter was awake to see the sun rise above the green mountains of France; the sent of ripened apples came in the slight breeze that ruffled his hair as he stood at the open window. The small, but comfortable bed behind him had all ready been made and an open book with moving pictures lay upon the bed.

Harry himself was dressed in dark red robes that he had gotten for his birthday just four weeks before. He never had anything much in the way of clothes, even the clothes he had gotten when he had first gone to live with Remus and Sirius had to be left behind because of complications.

But, Harry hardly minded that, he didn't care about clothes, or food, or toys or even his broom. Don't get the little boy wrong, now, he felt grate3ful for everything the adults had given him, but, did he feel as if he deserved it? Well, to say it simply, no, he didn't.

Remus had said that he and Sirius loved him, with all their hearts and Sirius had told him to never forget it. Standing at the window, with the breeze bring peace to his heart, how could he forget! It was totally against his will to let go of this hope that had suddenly blossomed in him! It was amazing to feel so…happy!

Is that what I am feeling? Harry asked himself; Is this what it feels to be happy? Harry didn't know what it felt like, he knew that he had inklings of this feeling, but it usually escaped him. Now, that he had a family, people that loved him and of whom he could love back, he knew…this was happiness, and it was the best feeling he could have in the whole world!

Harry didn't know if he could feel this again anytime soon, he didn't know if he would stand at this window once more, just enjoying the early morning, he didn't know if he would lose those that had become so important to him, but, he knew…

He knew! That no matter what happened….he would always be loved….

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"Are you all right?" Sirius asked, he had come to get Harry for breakfast. The child was standing at the open window, just looking out, deep in thoughts. The little boy turned and embraced the older man.

"I'll never forget," Harry whispered. Sirius didn't know what had brought this on, but he hugged his Godson back, and suddenly found himself thanking God for the gift that he had been given! He loved Harry with all of his soul, and it felt good!

"Neither will I," Sirius said. He closed the window and snapped its lock, and then he led Harry out of the room and down the hall for breakfast. Remus was cooking once more, he felt better than he had just days before and Sirius saw no reason to keep him in bed. The last full moon had not been as bad as that first in the safe house. Remus only had cuts that were easily fixed.

"How are you this morning? Did you have good dreams?" Remus asked.

"I dreamt of Mum! She was in a field of flowers and she danced with me!" Harry replied with a smile.

"Lily was a radiant woman," Sirius said.

"Indeed," Remus agreed. No more conversation ensued, they had a quiet breakfast that morning. But just being there, was all that they needed…

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"Have you found it yet?" Dumbledore asked the man before him. The man was tall, with sallow skin and yellow teeth. His long black hair was braided, and his clothes had seen more wear than event he man wanted to admit.

"I might have. How much are you willing to pay for it?" yellow teeth gnashed together sickeningly.

"A hundred pounds, how does that sound to you?" Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled.

"France, Black is deffinantly in France," the man replied. Dumbledore stood and went to retrieve his purse, but before he gave the man his money, he had to ask once last question to make the payment worth his while.

"Where in France?"

"The Northeastern mountains, in a little glen, marked with a neglected shack," the man replied. Dumbledore handed him the money.

"Watch the shack, make sure that Black and Lupin really are there, report back to me when you have confirmed this," Dumbledore said.

"The job will cost," the man replied.

"Upon the receivement of the information," Dumbledore said.

"Very well," the man said, and then he whisked himself out of Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore felt triumph as he sat back down at his desk; it had been a month since he had lost track of his pawns; but in a few days, he would have them back. But, Lupin and Black would have to be taken care off; if their memories could not be refined to something else, than they would have to be eliminated.

Of course, that meant that Harry would have to be awarded guardians of some type. Dumbledore wondered if he could full fill that role in the child's life, and raise Harry to be the warrior he was destined to be!

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"I don't like this," Fabian Howl, a young American with dark brown hair, said to the sallow skinned man.

"Are you chickening out?" Adrien said with a perfect British accent even though he was originally from Texas U.S.A.

"No, but come on! This isn't right, and you bloody know it!" Fabian growled. They walked down a street in muggle London, looking to everyone else like they belonged there.

"Look, I know what I am doing, all right," Adrien replied, his yellow teeth flashing in the sun light.

"Black didn't do a thing to you…"

"Fabian! You were there! You saw what he did to my sister!"

"He didn't do anything…"

"Shut up! Shut up!" Adrien yelled. Several Passer bys looked at them, but went about their own business as muggles were wanted to do.

"Look, you didn't get there till the very end, you have no idea what he was doing to Fionna," Adrien muttered.

"You're right, but I trusted what Fionna said about him, if she said that Black was saving her from some other attacker, than that is what happened," Fabian replied.

"You just don't get it," Adrien replied before stomping off down the street Fabian followed, clearly afraid of what his friend had in store for Black.

And anyone else standing in the way of his revenge….

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"What do you mean? They're are on to Black?" Riddle asked.

"Lord, I saw someone watching the shack; they left, and haven't been back any time since then, I am keeping a very careful watch, and when I do find the spies, I will kill them," Severus Snape replied.

"Very well, keep up you're vigilance," Riddle nodded.

This will not do, he decided as he ended the Death Eater meeting, Black had been able to come this time, observing his first meeting, and he had left as quickly as he could so that he could get back to Lupin and Harry. The boy was vastly improving under their care, and some day would make them all proud. But not as a killer, or a warrior, or even a martyr, the boy was an ideal that others could live by! He was a leader!

However, that did not stop Thom from thinking of the boy's well fair, physical and mental; he was still very fragile, but at least he was coming out of that shell. Thom was glad, for he had someone to do that with him; His first and only love in his whole life.

He pushed his memories away; he never really had gotten over her, and he didn't want too, either. He sat back on his throne, and willed himself to not become depressed. He had things to do, plans to see full filled, and an old enemy to take care of.

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A/N – Okay, I know that this chapter may be sort of…weird. But I wanted to get things established first. Some chapters might be kind of shallow, but please note that I will try to give more to the emotional aspects of the characters when the action comes. What I wanted to do with this chapter, though, was show more what Harry felt. I hope that this has helped you to find what his perspective is since Story of Secret's ended.

Harry Potter and the Price of Love is the direct sequel to Harry Potter and the Story of Secret's which has receive immense reviews, of which has helped me to write such an out of this world plot!

I just want you all to know, that I made Dumbledore the bad guy in this series because 1) there aren't enough of these fics about, and 2) I wanted to do it, and 3) I could have come up with something that would fit, sort of, but with the first eleven parts being up, it would have been awkward to write something else that went away from my original plot!

I do hope that you find this plot original, because I will try my best to keep it that way!

Love you all,

Ta,

Poppy

P.S. Please review! Thank ye kindly!

This is dedicated to those of my fan's who read Harry Potter and the Story of Secret's, Thank you all so much!