Summary – Harry keeps dreaming about some unknown relation coming to take him to the insufferable Dursley's. But what happens when his wish comes true?

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Harry Potter and the Story of Secrets

Part 1

Private Drive was a small suburban Muggle neighborhood that was located in Surrey England. It consisted of twenty four houses and connected to Magnolia Crescent which had twenty five houses located by drive ways to the streets. Midway between the two blocks was a play park, which many children went to during the summer and weekends when they didn't have any school. There was a sort of garden by the play park that the adult's would meet at to talk while their little darlings went off to play with each other.

Private Drive was like any other normal street that one would live in. Each owner's lawn was cut and the bushes tamed, the women would cultivate their private gardens, and maybe a fat Santa-Clause like gnome would sit here or there among the petunia's and roses. The mail boxes were all white with the numbers screwed to the side in gleaming gold. The only differences between the houses were the numbers.

Number Four Private Drive was not remarkable in any way, shape or form. It looked like a normal house with a normal family. With a normal Mother who would go about her Normal business of caring for her normal seven-year-old son, while the normal father would drive his normal looking car in order to go to his normal work place.

However, no matter how much this family may have seemed normal, they weren't, well, it wasn't in a sense that they would go and look for Snorklacks or anything; it was because of the little boy in the cupboard under the stairs.

Harry James Potter was nothing like his normal family. In some way he was different, he knew he was different, but he didn't know why. It wasn't because of the baggy clothes and the thick dark glasses he wore; that was beside the point. What made he different, he supposed, was how strange and unexplainable things would happen to him at a moments notice and he had no way of even telling how he had done those thing (if he had in the first place).

A pounding on the door told the six-year-old that it was time to get up. It always happened like this. Aunt Petunia would bang on his door in order to wake him, and then Harry would get dressed and go help with breakfast. Considering that he was only six, he knew how to work a stove and was an accomplished cook. This freed Petunia Dursley up to go wake her own son and get him ready for the day. She would croon at him lovingly as she got his bath and took out his clothes for the day.

Harry put on some old kaki slacks with holes in the knee's, and a huge jumper that he practically swam in. He rolled up the sleeves before tightening the belt, then he put on his shoes and opened the door of his room. The hallway was empty and Harry went straight to the kitchen.

Once there, he took a step stool and took out a hug frying pan from a shelf in the pantry, he set that on the stove to warm before he set the table and got out the bacon. He also set the mild and orange juice out on the table. He was quite fast and by the time Uncle Vernon had made his appearance in the kitchen, even his news paper was by his plate ready for him.

"Hurry up with that bacon, boy!' Uncle Vernon said by way of greeting.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry replied meekly. Once the bacon was done, Harry started on the eggs. That was when Dudley crashed into the kitchen, ready to eat. He nearly bonked into Harry, who almost dropped the plate of eggs, but caught it just in time. The boy was fast, it might have been natural, but it might have been because of all the games of Harry Hunting that Dudley and his gang liked to play with the younger cousin.

"Careful you!" Aunt Petunia snapped. Nothing in the world escaped her notice.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," Harry said, he put the plate on the table. He climbed into his own chair and waited for his own meager amount of food after Petunia had served the rest of the family. Harry was happy that he got a tea spoon of eggs and a small bit of bacon to go with his half glass of milk.

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Sirius Black, a one time Auror and best friend of James Potter, glared at the Head Master. He had spent six years in Azkaban, and it did nothing to improve his demeanor.

"What do you mean you sent him to live with Muggles?" Sirius asked.

"Just what I told you, Mr. Black," Dumbledore said. Dark clouds gathered outside on the Hogwarts grounds even though it was supposed to be a marvelous summer day.

"You don't know those muggles like I do! They hated Lily! They hate Harry!" Sirius barked.

"I understand, but they are his only living relatives," Dumbledore replied.

"Albus, honestly, I'm his Godfather, let me take him!" Sirius pleaded. Normally he wasn't one to plead for anything, but desperate times came to desperate measures.

"Sirius, the blood protection won't work if Harry does not stay with the Dursley's,"

"Blood Protection be damned! James and Lily trusted me to raise him if anything happened, I know I spent the last six years in Azkaban, but I want to rebuild my life and I want to do my Godfather-ly duty, even if it kills me!"

Albus looked at Sirius, despite that everyone thought that he knew exactly what to do and that it was all for the best, Albus knew that maybe he had made a mistake six years before. Minerva had tried to talk him out of it, but he hadn't listened. Maybe he should have, but now, ifs and maybes didn't have room anymore. Sirius was right, James and Lily Potter had said in their Will that Sirius was to take care of Harry if anything happened to them.

"Very well, Sirius, we will go to Private Drive and get Harry," Albus agreed.

"Finally!" Sirius whooped.

Sirius had been waiting to see Harry for six years. Things would get better now. He'd have Harry and the boy would learn how to be a Marauder and everything! Nothing could stop him now from teaching Harry how to ride a broom stick and how to play Quidditch. From mixing potions in order to turn someone into a yellow, purple polka-dotted chicken!

"However…" Albus started. Sirius groaned, how come there was always an however involved whenever he wanted to do something?

"Where will you live? What about protective charms? You can't treat Harry like his father," Albus said knowingly.

"I know that Harry isn't James, but I will teach him the best way's to prank Filch and get out of detention, and how to charm Minerva and how to play Quidditch. I'll teach him about his parent's, and he will know that he was loved by them and that I love him," Sirius replied determinedly.

"That will do, Sirius, but we still have to prepare some things before we go get Harry,"

Sirius wanted to argue, he wanted to get Harry right now. But he had to be grown-up about the situation. Besides, Harry had survived so far, what harm could it do just to wait a little while longer?

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A/N – I know that this is one hell of a short chapter. But I promise that they will get longer as I go. As it is, Sirius needs to find a place to live with Harry and I need to explain why/how he got out of Azkaban. But, by how most fics like this go, I'm not surprised if you two all ready know what is going to be written.

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Thank you, Poppy