Well, this is it. The final chapter. It's been a blast to write, and I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have writing it. Thanks for everything guys. Enjoy!

P.S. to the writer of the guest review, the grandson typo in Chapter 9 has been fixed. Thank you for pointing that out, it slipped right by me!

OBH Chapter 10

An owl arrived with a screech in the window of the tall tower. It flapped over to the sole occupant of the room, settling onto their shoulder. They gently closed the book they had been reading, then retrieved the letter the owl had brought to them.

"Interesting." Albus Dumbledore said as he opened the letter. "What do you have for me, Cornelius?"

Dear Albus,

I must alert you that the notorious murderer Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban. The Auror Office is baffled about how this could have occurred, and the Dementors have been less than helpful on the matter. But regardless of how it happened, we must face the fact that he is free and on the move. We don't know what his goals may be, but we can suspect a few things. As you know, he was a powerful and devoted supporter of You-Know-Who that was acting as a spy while a member of the Order of the Phoenix. He is directly responsible for the murders of James and Lily Potter, as well as murdering Peter Pettigrew and several Muggles himself. He would have had young Harry Potter as well, but we all know how that turned out. So, knowing this, we can suspect that he could have the following agenda:

Killing the Prime Minister, as in me

Killing you

Killing surviving members of the Order and key figures in the Auror Office

Killing any other wizards of note that could hurt our society

General lawlessness

Chaos among our world

Building a new Dark Order around himself in the vein of his fallen master

And of course, the most plausible and in some respects, scary goal, killing Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived

We need to take whatever precautions we can to disrupt his plans, and make all efforts to capture him as soon as possible. And I mean all efforts. I know you will not like this, but I am going to give the guards the rights to search the countryside for Black. I don't like it much myself, but between them and the vast majority of the Aurors we have out looking for him we are bound to find him soon. I will also be informing the Muggle Prime Minister about the situation, so that we can have Muggle eyes looking as well, along with inform them of the danger in dealing with Black. That should save some lives as well as widen our search net. I won't tell him the particulars, of course, I don't think he would be able to wrap his head around it, but I will let him know that Black is dangerous and needs to be brought in as soon as possible. That should suffice. Now, one thing I would ask advice for you on, is what shall we do about Potter? I strongly think we should bring in more protection around him with Black on the loose. I know you won't stand for Dementors, but we can perhaps put some of the top Aurors on the case of protecting the boy. I won't give the order until I have heard from you, and I do hope I have your support on this. The last thing we need is strife amongst ourselves. Also, I'm considering meeting with Potter myself soon.

Looking forward to your thoughts on the matter,

Cornelius Fudge, Prime Minister of Magic

Dumbledore chuckled. "So you actually managed it, Mr. Black. That is quite a feat. I'm not sure how I could escape myself, even with all the magic I know. But you were always a creative and ingenious student. Few of the people I have had the pleasure to teach have been quite as interesting as you." he let out a sigh, pulling out a piece of parchment and a quill to compose his response to the Minister. "I only hope what you told me is true, Sirius. I would like to believe you were not the traitor you have been branded to be."

Sirius slowly opened the door to the Muggle home, after using the street skills he had picked up in the last couple of weeks to pick the lock. It was amazing how much better he felt after he had gotten away from Azkaban. He hadn't been able to tell just how little thinking he had been doing at the prison. Even when he had gotten his mind back by turning into a dog he had been moving at a snail's pace compared to now. He finally felt like himself again, and he had spent his freedom trying to enjoy as much as he could while on his way to his godson's home. Just small things, like eating a cracker, or the feel of sunlight on your skin, were just so incredibly good to feel again. How could he have ever taken this for granted all of those years ago? How could he not have felt the grass beneath his feet and breathe clean air while gazing at that beautiful lake that lay by Hogwarts and not felt blessed? These things, and millions of others, they were so amazing, and he just took them for granted. Sirius wished he had used his time before more wisely, had loved the people around him more. Of course, the younger Sirius didn't know what he knew now. That he would end up alone and nearly broken, bent on redeeming the thing that had ruined his life.

He slipped in and immediately headed to the kitchen. Thankfully the family was in bed now. It would have been very problematic if one of the people living here had been watching the television or some other thing that Muggles do. Strange creatures, them. Sirius opened the fridge to find a delicacy of pleasant food. Yet another thing that he appreciated so much more now, fine eating. He quickly assembled the necessary items to make a nice sandwich, eating it without much fanfare. It was more delicious than he could have ever imagined before his imprisonment.

So far he had survived mostly by sticking to his dog form, only being human when he needed to or when it was safe. He had lost count of how many times he had thanked Remus in his head. If he had never become friends with a werewolf and one of the best people he had ever known, he never would have made it this far. Truly, he owed so much to Moony.

He was sure everyone was looking for him, but no one was really taking notice of a mangy dog. Who would? It was just another stray looking for food and maybe a home. Essentially, just something to ignore. But that worked to Sirius's advantage. Not even the Dementors would look for him in that form. He was relatively safe to travel, and that helped him get closer and closer to his goal.

And now, Sirius thought as he chewed on the last bite of his sandwich, I finally made it here. He cleaned away the last signs that he had entered the household then made his way up the stairwell, noting the cupboard under the stairs. He silently passed one bedroom, where he could hear what heard like a large man snoring, then heard the same in the next room. Confused, Sirius quietly opened the door to reveal a very large woman sleeping in the bed, snoring like there was no tomorrow. It was amazing that anyone could sleep in this house, with all the noisy snoring. Sirius moved on to the next room, noticing that this room also held snoring. He frowned. This had to be some sort of joke. But sure enough, when he opened the door there was a fat boy inside, snoring much like the large woman in the previous room.

Sirius moved on to the last bedroom in the home. Fourth time was the charm, right? He opened it, first noticing that there was no snoring like the previous rooms. Something was different about this one. Sirius walked into the room, eyes on the bed that held the room's lone occupant. That face…

He almost cried. That face was so familiar, the brightest part of his childhood. His best friend's face. He looked just like James. Sirius felt his heart tugging in all directions, as if he was feeling his friend's death all over again. Harry just looked exactly like his father had at that age, it was incredible.

"it's been about twelve years since I've seen you, Harry." Sirius said softly. "You look just like James did. Merlin's beard, it's just uncanny. Look, I know you won't know I was ever here, and I know you won't hear any of this. But I need to tell you some things. I-" Sirius choked up, slipping to one knee. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that your parents died, I truly am. I tried to protect them, but I protected against the wrong things. It's my fault that they are dead Harry. I didn't do it myself, but I was the one who gave Peter the power to betray them. So it's my fault. And for that I am truly sorry. They would still be alive if they hadn't trusted me. You probably hate me, and you should. Just not for the reasons you've been told. I just wanted to apologize. And Harry, I will do my best to keep you from harm from here on out. I wasn't able to be there for you like James and Lily wanted, but I will find a way to be there for you. I just need to clear my name first and then maybe I can finally rebuild everything that Wormtail destroyed. Until then, I will have to leave. Goodbye, Harry. Hopefully I can fix this soon."

He shakily stood back up, and left the room with one last look at his best friend's son. He closed the door and made his way back downstairs as quiet as a ghost. Now he had a job to do. He made his way to the kitchen, opening up a drawer and pulling out a knife. This would do. He exited the Muggle household, blending into the night.

Now all that was left was to make his way to the Weasley household and finish this. He was so close now, so close to finishing the deed he had set himself upon so long ago. Now he could finally put his demons to rest.

"I'm coming for you Peter." Sirius muttered. "Framing me couldn't keep me down. Hiding can't save you. Not even Azkaban could contain me. I hope you are ready, because your time has come. It's time to pay for what you've done." With that he transformed into a dog, intent on its hunt. He had become Grim.

The End. Damn, it is really weird to have this finished. This is actually the first multi-chapter story that I have finished, so this is new to me. This is the last time I'm going to talk to you guys here, and I have no idea what to say. Thanks for reading, truly. Thank you. it is amazing that people would actually give this the time of day, and I really am thankful that you are willing to do this. I will miss you guys. But it's not all sad. I assure you, this won't be my last foray in the Wizarding World, although I might not return for anything more than a one shot for a while. It's not that I don't want to write about the Harry Potter world, its more that I am already juggling a few stories, and I won't have the time to write more for HP for a little while. But if you like my writing, you can still check out some of the other stuff I am working on, if you would like. I'd appreciate it. Well, I don't really have much else I can think of to say, so…

Goodbye!

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