A/N: I know this story has been done many times before but I wanted to do my own take on it. I plan on having it go all the way through to Deathly Hallows. There will be a little wolfstar in the future. it is my first time writing wolfstar so try to go easy on me if it's not written well.

Harry lay in the hospital bed alone, lost in his thoughts. Ron lay in the bed across from him asleep. Hermione had said she felt fine and didn't want to miss todays classes. Dumbledore was with Fudge sorting everything out. Harry kept going over the events of the past ten hours in his head. Everything had happened so fast, it felt unreal.

He had gone back in time with Hermione using a time-turner to fix things. They had saved Buckbeak and were watching themselves go through the willow when Hermione had gotten an idea. After Snape went through the tunnel, they quickly moved themselves to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. They could see the willow and would be directly in Wormtail's path when he escapes. They watched as they emerged from the willow. As Lupin transformed, so did Peter Pettigrew. Hermione hit him with a perfectly aimed Petrificus Totalus and he went stiff. She quickly grabbed him and returned to their hiding spot as Lupin howled. After Harry had saved Sirius from the dementors they delivered the traitor to Dumbledore.

In the four hours since all this happened Harry had sat alone in the hospital bed. Pomfrey had insisted he rest after having faced all those dementors. He wondered what was happening with Sirius and the Minister.

One memory in particular was playing on a loop in his head. Sirius had asked him to live with him. Harry wouldn't let himself believe he might actually be leaving the Dursley's until he was absolutely sure.

The door to the hospital wing opened, bringing Harry out of his thoughts. When he rolled over to see who had come in, he was met with the thoughtful, grey eyes of his newly discovered Godfather. He sat up and opened his mouth to talk when Sirius stopped him.

"Before you say anything, let me first say thank you, for everything you did for me. It was an incredibly brave thing to do. James would be proud." Sirius paused, giving Harry a sad smile. "Although I don't think I really deserved it." Harry looked up at him confused.

"Why wouldn't you deserve to be set free? You're innocent."

"Innocent of killing 13 people, yes, but I am the reason your parents are dead." Sirius sighed, "And I haven't been there for you these past 12 years."

"But none of that was your fault. And as for me, you're here now." Harry realized what he had said. He bit his lip before asking, "You are free now, right?" Sirius nodded. "Do you still want me to come live with you?"

Sirius laughed, "Would I have spent the last 2 hours arguing with Dumbledore if I didn't. For some reason he seems to think you're safer with your muggle relatives, can't say that I blame him, with my past. Do you still want to live with me?" Sirius tried to look casual as he looked at Harry, worried about his answer.

Harry laughed. "Of course I do!"

Sirius looked relieved. "There is one other thing. The only way Dumbledore agreed to let me take you was if you agreed to spend the first week of every summer with your relatives."

Harry looked disappointed at first but then nodded. "Okay."

The last two weeks of term would have been completely carefree had it not been for the resignation of Harry's favorite professor, as well as the news that Pettigrew had escaped during the journey to Azkaban. The week he spent with the Dursley's had been the happiest time he had ever spent at Privet Drive in the 12 years he had lived there. His relatives completely ignored him. He spent most of his time writing letters to his friends and Sirius or working on his homework for the summer. In his last letter on Friday afternoon, Sirius had told him to have his things packed and ready by 9 o'clock the next morning. Not a problem seeing as he had never unpacked his things in the first place. Harry couldn't sleep at all that night; he was too excited to be leaving.

The next morning Harry had been sitting on his bed waiting, staring at his clock. Just as the 8 changed to a 9, Harry heard a loud rumble followed by a knock. By the time Vernon Dursley had opened the door, Harry was dragging his trunk down the stairs. Before any of the Dursley's could say anything, Harry threw himself at his Godfather in a big hug. Sirius was surprised at first before returning the hug.

"You all ready to go then," Sirius asked as Harry pulled out of the hug.

Harry nodded and went to his trunk from where it had been abandoned on the stairs. Just as Harry reached down, Sirius waved his wand and the trunk levitated out the door. Harry smiled and walked back to the door. As Harry started to walk out the door, he heard his uncle scoff. "Good riddance to the freak."

A loud slam made Harry turn around to see his uncle thrown against the wall with Sirius standing in front of him with his wand drawn. "NEVER call my Godson a freak!" Sirius lowered his wand and Vernon dropped to the floor. Sirius put an arm around his Godson and walked out the door, waving his wand and slamming the door behind them.

When Harry had finished laughing, he looked around, unsure of what method of transportation his Godfather would use. When he noticed the motorbike he looked up to Sirius, confused. "Is that yours?" He wasn't sure exactly what he had been expecting but he was still surprised when Sirius laughed and nodded.

"What were you expecting, a broom?" Harry laughed again, looking embarrassed. "I've always been rather fond of muggle things. It's more magical than it looks, just wait." Sirius handed Harry a helmet as he shrunk Harry's trunk and put it in the pocket of his leather jacket. He swung his leg over and gestured for Harry to do the same. Harry wrapped his arms around Sirius as he started up the bike and they drove off.

A/N: i will probably post the next chapter over the weekend.