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As everyone left the chamber, Sirius remained sitting down him face in his hands. Dumbledore walked over, a look of sympathy on his old, weary face.
"I am sorry you had to find out this way, Sirius," he said quietly.
"I know James appointed you Harry's godfather because he knew when the time came you would be there to look after his son. And you have you have given Harry the closest thing to a father anyone could have given him. You broke out of Azkaban to protect him, you rushed to his aid when he needed you and you have filled the gap in his life he so wanted."
"It will break his heart." Sirius said, his throat tight.
"The father he has always remembered has been replaced by the man he has feared all of his life, who has tried t- "
"No, Sirius. He will never replace James Potter. The matter of blood is not an issue, who cared for Harry and loved him? Who took him into his arms when he was born? Who chose his name? Your best friend did Sirius. He did not leave in fear of a crushed reputation, he bore a son, and loved him."
With that, Dumbledore walked to the end of the chamber and asked, "Should I send Harry down?" Sirius nodded. And Dumbledore left, leaving Sirius with his very sad and very confused thoughts
The chamber door creaked open. Sirius looked up and saw Harry standing in the doorway.
"Harry." He said, smiling. Harry walked in, taller than before, but still boyish. He was better built and his black hair was still as untidy as ever. He looked more handsome; age must have matured him in more ways than one.
"Harry, my you've grown. Come and sit down, come on." Harry grinned, and sank into an armchair at Sirius' side.
"Why d'you want to see me? Dumbledore says it's important." His face looked anxious, but the 15-year old boy looking up at Sirius was still quite young.
"We've been practising Quidditch nearly every night, I've been made captain!" He was smiling up at Sirius. Sirius felt his eyes fill with tears, and he said, in a choke, without thinking, "Your father would be so proud of you Harry." Harry looked down at the floor, and suprised, he looked up and saw Sirius crying into his hands.
"Sirius?" Harry said, nervously.
"Sirius, what's wrong?" Harry had never seen Sirius cry before. He always seemed to bottle up his feelings, but Harry always remembered the look of sadness in his eyes whenever his father was mentioned. They had been truly the best of friends. Sirius sat there, helplessly, wondering how best to tell the boy who was as close to his son as could be, but also his best friend's son, this tragic news.
He looked up into Harry's startling, green eyes. The eyes that reminded him so much of the woman he had once known once cared for, but also the woman that had betrayed so many. Lily had gone behind James' back and then fooled James into believing that Harry was his own son. How could he do it? But he had to; he had to tell Harry the truth.
"Harry. This will be the biggest shock of your life. You must understand that this does not effect the person that you are. Swear to me that whatever I tell you, you must always remember WHO YOU ARE. Swear to me, Harry. Swear." harry sat stunned for a moment, and then said,
"OK, but what do you want to tell me?" He was very puzzled. What was Sirius talking about?
"Alright. Years ago when your...well, your parents were just married, your mother fell in love with another man, a stranger. He left her and your parents carried on as normal. Then your mother fell pregnant with - with you, and your father believed he was your father. But...but...he wasn't your father, Harry." He stopped, looking anxiously into Harry's face. Harry was staring at Sirius in horror, and then it changed to a mild anger.
"Who was my father then?" He said, shaking with rage, through gritted teeth.
"Your father, Harry, is...is Lord Voldemort."
The name cut through the piercing silence like a dagger. Harry's face was burning with anger, but his mind was in shock.
"You're lying." He said to Sirius.
"Harry, you had to know, I am so s -"
"YOU LIAR! YOU'RE NOT SORRY AT ALL! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME? THINK I WAS TOO YOUNG? WELL I'M NOT! AND LORD VOLDEMORT IS NOT MY FATHER.
"Harry, will you ju- "
"I TRUSTED YOU. HE WAS YOUR BEST FRIEND, HE WA- " "I KNOW!" He shouted at Harry. Harry stopped yelling, and looked at Sirius, tears in his eyes.
"I know, Harry, because every time I see you I see him. I see my best friend, and I remember all the good times we had together, and that hasn't changed." He slowed down, his voice a quiver, his eyes full of tears.
"Harry, don't you see? He is alive inside you. Not by blood, Harry, not by heritage. By love. And Lord Voldemort can not give you that, but James could. He is the man inside you."
Sirius pulled the stunned Harry into his arms, and held him there, letting him cry. He finally pulled away and said to Harry,
"I must go now, Harry. But I recall telling you whilst escaping three years ago that you are truly your fathers son. You are, Harry Potter, you are. My very best friend once told me that it doesn't matter who we are on the outside its who we are on the inside that really counts.
And with that, he swept out of the chamber. Harry's whole body felt numb, as tears fell silently down his face. All he could think about were the parents he could barely remember and a laugh...a cold, high-pitched laugh...he had never been filled with such sadness, or such terror. His mind was filling with questions, but there was no one to ask. He stared into the crackling flames in the fireplace, his eyes full of tears.
"No." he said, in a hoarse whisper.
"Its not true, my dad is...is James Potter." he wasn't going to believe them. He wasn't going to play their game, but there was something in the back of his head, telling him he was wrong.
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As everyone left the chamber, Sirius remained sitting down him face in his hands. Dumbledore walked over, a look of sympathy on his old, weary face.
"I am sorry you had to find out this way, Sirius," he said quietly.
"I know James appointed you Harry's godfather because he knew when the time came you would be there to look after his son. And you have you have given Harry the closest thing to a father anyone could have given him. You broke out of Azkaban to protect him, you rushed to his aid when he needed you and you have filled the gap in his life he so wanted."
"It will break his heart." Sirius said, his throat tight.
"The father he has always remembered has been replaced by the man he has feared all of his life, who has tried t- "
"No, Sirius. He will never replace James Potter. The matter of blood is not an issue, who cared for Harry and loved him? Who took him into his arms when he was born? Who chose his name? Your best friend did Sirius. He did not leave in fear of a crushed reputation, he bore a son, and loved him."
With that, Dumbledore walked to the end of the chamber and asked, "Should I send Harry down?" Sirius nodded. And Dumbledore left, leaving Sirius with his very sad and very confused thoughts
The chamber door creaked open. Sirius looked up and saw Harry standing in the doorway.
"Harry." He said, smiling. Harry walked in, taller than before, but still boyish. He was better built and his black hair was still as untidy as ever. He looked more handsome; age must have matured him in more ways than one.
"Harry, my you've grown. Come and sit down, come on." Harry grinned, and sank into an armchair at Sirius' side.
"Why d'you want to see me? Dumbledore says it's important." His face looked anxious, but the 15-year old boy looking up at Sirius was still quite young.
"We've been practising Quidditch nearly every night, I've been made captain!" He was smiling up at Sirius. Sirius felt his eyes fill with tears, and he said, in a choke, without thinking, "Your father would be so proud of you Harry." Harry looked down at the floor, and suprised, he looked up and saw Sirius crying into his hands.
"Sirius?" Harry said, nervously.
"Sirius, what's wrong?" Harry had never seen Sirius cry before. He always seemed to bottle up his feelings, but Harry always remembered the look of sadness in his eyes whenever his father was mentioned. They had been truly the best of friends. Sirius sat there, helplessly, wondering how best to tell the boy who was as close to his son as could be, but also his best friend's son, this tragic news.
He looked up into Harry's startling, green eyes. The eyes that reminded him so much of the woman he had once known once cared for, but also the woman that had betrayed so many. Lily had gone behind James' back and then fooled James into believing that Harry was his own son. How could he do it? But he had to; he had to tell Harry the truth.
"Harry. This will be the biggest shock of your life. You must understand that this does not effect the person that you are. Swear to me that whatever I tell you, you must always remember WHO YOU ARE. Swear to me, Harry. Swear." harry sat stunned for a moment, and then said,
"OK, but what do you want to tell me?" He was very puzzled. What was Sirius talking about?
"Alright. Years ago when your...well, your parents were just married, your mother fell in love with another man, a stranger. He left her and your parents carried on as normal. Then your mother fell pregnant with - with you, and your father believed he was your father. But...but...he wasn't your father, Harry." He stopped, looking anxiously into Harry's face. Harry was staring at Sirius in horror, and then it changed to a mild anger.
"Who was my father then?" He said, shaking with rage, through gritted teeth.
"Your father, Harry, is...is Lord Voldemort."
The name cut through the piercing silence like a dagger. Harry's face was burning with anger, but his mind was in shock.
"You're lying." He said to Sirius.
"Harry, you had to know, I am so s -"
"YOU LIAR! YOU'RE NOT SORRY AT ALL! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME? THINK I WAS TOO YOUNG? WELL I'M NOT! AND LORD VOLDEMORT IS NOT MY FATHER.
"Harry, will you ju- "
"I TRUSTED YOU. HE WAS YOUR BEST FRIEND, HE WA- " "I KNOW!" He shouted at Harry. Harry stopped yelling, and looked at Sirius, tears in his eyes.
"I know, Harry, because every time I see you I see him. I see my best friend, and I remember all the good times we had together, and that hasn't changed." He slowed down, his voice a quiver, his eyes full of tears.
"Harry, don't you see? He is alive inside you. Not by blood, Harry, not by heritage. By love. And Lord Voldemort can not give you that, but James could. He is the man inside you."
Sirius pulled the stunned Harry into his arms, and held him there, letting him cry. He finally pulled away and said to Harry,
"I must go now, Harry. But I recall telling you whilst escaping three years ago that you are truly your fathers son. You are, Harry Potter, you are. My very best friend once told me that it doesn't matter who we are on the outside its who we are on the inside that really counts.
And with that, he swept out of the chamber. Harry's whole body felt numb, as tears fell silently down his face. All he could think about were the parents he could barely remember and a laugh...a cold, high-pitched laugh...he had never been filled with such sadness, or such terror. His mind was filling with questions, but there was no one to ask. He stared into the crackling flames in the fireplace, his eyes full of tears.
"No." he said, in a hoarse whisper.
"Its not true, my dad is...is James Potter." he wasn't going to believe them. He wasn't going to play their game, but there was something in the back of his head, telling him he was wrong.
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