Disclaimer – Anything that one does not recognize as belonging in Harry Potter than that means that it is mine; Gertrude falls under this category whilst I abstain from owning anything in the HP world. Honestly, who do I look like? Rowling? Nope, don't got the blond hair, so I guess that means that I ain't her!

Harry Potter and the Story of Secret's

Part 4

Sirius Leigh Black did not want to get up; he was tired from days spent at constant cleaning, and from Remus Lupin's constant nagging. Not that Remus was a nag, mind, just that when he got into his Mother Hen mode, than you had best do as he says before he blows his top. And for that, Sirius was glad that he had cleaned the bath rooms.

The sun, however, was nagging at him at this moment. He groaned and sat up; he cast a look about the master bed room. It was done up in a pale blue and silver, there was a bathroom right across from his bed that was huge! Next to that was a desk that sat under the table of which the offending sun light came from to the left was a fire place and then the door to the rest of the house.

Sirius got off the bed and pulled on a silver bath robe; then he made his way to said bathroom. The bath room was also done up in silver and pale blue. It had a huge bath tub and a shower combo. There was a vanity and plenty of fluffy towels. Sirius had wanted fluffy towels in Azkaban, and now he finally had them! Really, when one got a bath only once a month, was it too hard to ask for a fluffy towel to dry off with? Sirius did not think so.

Once he was cleaned up and dressed (a dark maroon robe over black slacks and a button down shirt) he went down to the kitchen. The kitchen was a bright yellow and white with warm wood accents. Sirius loved the kitchen the most of all the rooms in the houses. Sirius went about fixing himself some breakfast when a loud bang and an offending "What the bloody hell!" filled the house.

Sirius went to see who had landed in his kitchen. He found himself laughing at Remus who had brought over some things for Harry's new room. Quidditch memorabilia, various pictures of the Marauders (Minus Peter) and Lily were strewn about the floor, and Remus looked as if he had conked his head pretty hard.

"Stop laughing Padfoot, it isn't funny!" Remus muttered as he stood. Sirius just laughed harder at his friend.

"On the contrary, my friend," Sirius gave a grin, "That was bloody brilliant!"

"Oh, you'd say that!" Remus stuck his tongue out at Sirius, who just mimicked the gesture.

"Is something burning?" Remus asked all of a sudden.

"BLOODY HELL! MY EGGS!" Sirius yelled and raced back to the kitchen.

While Sirius banged a pan around in the kitchen, swearing a blue streak as he did, Remus went about gathering the things he had gotten for Harry. Among the pictures and Quidditch posters and such, were clean linens of a deep red and curtains of gold. Sirius and Remus were planning on getting Harry to appreciate Gryffindor for the brilliant house that it was.

"Er—if you were set on breakfast…well, I burnt the eggs," Sirius said, he held a smoking frying pan in his hand and his face was splotched here and there with ash. Now, it was Remus' turn to laugh at his best friend.

"I'll take care of it while you take this stuff up stairs to Harry's room," Remus said, taking the frying pan from Sirius. The taller man gave Remus a winning grin and levitated the heavy box up the stairs.

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"Well, where do we start?" Remus asked.

"Let's put up all the Quidditch stuff!" Sirius whooped.

"Why do I even try?" Remus rolled his eyes.

"Because you love me, that's why!" Sirius batted his eye's at Remus.

"You wish!" Remus said, pushing his friend away from him.

"Hey!"

The two got into a wrestling match then, but after five minutes and Sirius being pinned down by Remus three times in a row; the two called it quits and went about decorating the room.

Soon, the room was a miniature of Gryffindor common room, but with a huge four poster bed taking up most of the space. There were plenty of books on the shelves, and a picture of Lily and James holding a small baby was prominent above the fire place.

Before the fireplace was a permanent cage so that Harry wouldn't get hurt. Two comfy winged back chairs, and a floor rug. In the closet was a dark gold toy box that was empty but would soon be filled with toys. There were no clothes though.

"Er—I don't think this will work if the kid doesn't have any clothes," Remus said.

"I have never gone shopping for a child, Mother always used to do it," Sirius said.

"Mum always made clothes for me, but I never learned how to do it," Remus said. Sirius snorted at him.

"What? We didn't have much in the way of money," Remus defended his Mum.

"It isn't that, I just got a mental picture of you trying to measure Harry who's got a sugar high," Sirius grinned.

"Oh dear!"

"Let's go see if Dumbledore can't help us out! Oh, why don't we go get Harry and then we can go shopping! Oh, he'll love the Quidditch supply shop!"

"Now Sirius, maybe the protective charms aren't up all the way. We have to make sure that this place is just as safe as Hogwarts," Remus shook his head.

"We can at least ask!" Sirius winged.

"Oh…fine, but if Dumbledore say's not yet, then it isn't my fault!"

"Ah Moony! Would I blame you for what that ol' coot says?"

"Yes,"

"Whenever have I done that?" Sirius asked with a mock-hurt face.

"How about that time when Dumbledore specifically told us to wait on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, but you ran in there because you thought you hear James screaming out in pain?"

"All right, so I ignored the man then, but come on, you were just as worried and you followed,"

"Just to make sure that nothing happened to you," Remus rolled his eyes.

"Please! I want to see my Godson!"

"Let's go then, I want to see him just as much as you do!"

And with that, the two left Harry's bedroom in favor of the living room.

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Harry James Potter was not a happy boy. He didn't see why he should be happy either; he was the only one in the house who ever cleaned!

"Scrub the floors!"

"Dust the furnishings!"

"Clean Dudder's room! And don't try to play with anything!"

Harry sighed and threw down the rag he held. He was scrubbing the kitchen floor, for the second time that day since Dudley had tracked mud into the house. The mud, of course, was blamed on Harry and as part of his punishment; he wouldn't get dinner for the rest of the week. At least, he comforted himself; he had the stag in the cupboard.

It was then that the door bell rang; Harry got to his feet and went to the hall way that led to the kitchen and pass his 'room'. Dudley was watching Television and didn't bother to get up. Aunt Petunia was out in the garden, so she probably hadn't heard the bell. The bell rang again; with a shrug, Harry went to open it.

He had to look up, and up, and up….

He was short for a six-year-old, and thin to boot; the man in front of him was tall with a dress on. He had shoulder length black hair and grey eyes. His eyes shone with a long forgotten mirth, as if he had just discovered it again. Next to the black haired man stood one who had light brown hair; this man's dress was patched in several places and he looked to be sick, but his eyes were kind and he smiled at Harry sadly.

"Hello there, Little One," the sick looking man said.

"Hi," Harry replied, raising an eyebrow at the man.

"Is you're Aunt or another adult around?" the sick looking man asked.

"Er—Aunt Petunia is out in the garden," Harry supplied.

"May we come in and see her?" now it was the Black haired man who had asked.

"I guess so," Harry shrugged and let the two in.

Remus Lupin and Sirius Black had gotten permission from the old Headmaster to go and pick up Harry. They had apparated to Privet Drive as soon as they could. That was after Sirius had changed into black robes as Remus changed into a less patched robe. Sirius wish Remus had robes that weren't patched at all, but Remus seemed to be happy with his clothes and Sirius decided to get him some new robes as a thank you gift or something.

The little boy that looked so much like James, but with Lily's eyes, led them to the kitchen and then to the back yard. There, a woman who looked more like a horse than anything, was peaking over a hedge, trying to over hear a conversation.

"Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked, getting her attention.

"What…."

"Hello Mrs. Dursley, I am Remus Lupin and this is my friend Sirius Black, we are here to talk to you about the child," Remus said, inclining his head Harry's way. Mrs. Dursley went white.

"Harry, go inside, Now!" she ordered tartly. Harry scurried off, but as soon as he was in the kitchen, he hunkered down out of site.

"What do you want with him?" Mrs. Dursley asked.

"We are here to collect him, surely Dumbledore Owled ahead to let you know?" Remus asked. He and Sirius had agreed that Remus would do all the talking since he was best at peace keeping.

"Well, no letter came with the post," Mrs. Dursley muttered, her eyes glaring at the men down her rather long nose.

"Oh, well, I do apologize for surprising you like this," Remus replied.

"What do you want with the boy, any road?" Mrs. Dursley asked.

"He is my Godson, I have the right to care for him," Sirius said.

"Don't be impertinent, Harry has no Godparents,"

"Yes he does! James and Lily made me Godfather, here are the papers to prove it!" Sirius said angrily, he held out some old parchment out to her.

The parchment was old, soiled and torn in places, evidence to having been loved for a long time. Mrs. Dursley took it and scanned the contents. The contract was clear, Sirius Leigh Black was Harry James Potter's Godfather.

"Fine, take the boy," Mrs. Dursley said, giving the paper back. Sirius folded it up and put it in an inside pocket of his robes. He then turned his back to her and marched into the house.

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Harry listened to everything that the adult's were saying; he had hoped, he couldn't count how many times he had hoped that a long forgotten relative would come and take him away from the Dursley's. But, that hope had been childish and Harry had since lost hope in it. But here the man was, saying that Harry was his to care for.

The man stepped into the kitchen and spied Harry. He smiled and walked to Harry's hiding place. The man could be seen from the door way from the back yard, but Harry was hidden by wall.

"Hello, we weren't properly introduced, I'm Sirius Black…"

"My Godfather?" Harry finished.

"Yes, you're Mum and Dad wanted me to take care of you after they died,"

"Why didn't you?"

"Something bad happened and I was arrested, I wasn't able to do anything about it, but I'm free now, and I am here," Sirius held out his hand.

"Trust me…" Sirius said, he took a deep breath, the memories were painful.

Harry looked at the hand, he fiddled with his broken glasses before looking up at the grey eyes. There was something about this man….but Harry couldn't remember him, but he had a feeling that this man should be trusted. Harry took his hand.

Sirius smiled in relief, "So, let's get you're things."

"I only want my stag," Harry said. Harry stood and together they went to the hall. Sirius expected to go up the stairs to a bed room, but Harry stopped in front of a small closet. The small boy opened it; inside was a small cot with a thread bare blanket with spiders running about. Harry reached under the bed and brought out the stuffed toy he had gotten a few days before. He flicked off a spider and then turned to Sirius.

Sirius, for his part hid his anger. He smiled at the boy and held out his hand again. Harry took it and together they went back to the kitchen. Remus was just stepping in.

"Er—Harry, where are you're things?" Remus asked.

"Right here," Harry said.

"It's fine, Remus, we were going to get new things anyway," Sirius said.

Remus nodded his head. Mrs. Dursley made it known that she wanted them out of her house. The two men and the little boy gladly left. Harry did not look back. Instead he looked at Sirius with wonder and hoped that his new life would be better than the one he knew.

They apparated away from Privet Drive, never to be seen there again.

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A/N – Well, how is that? Are you guys happy? I hope so because I know that a bunch of you wanted Sirius and Remus to get Harry right away! So did I, but Remus insisted that we be mature and get Sirius and Harry a place to live before they went to get Harry. Er-- did I spell the street right? forgive me if I didn't, I don't think I'll use it again in this fic!

Ta,

Poppy