A/N – Just so ya'll know, my up dates come sporadically. So, one day I'll up date a couple of times and then it may be a week before I do so. Please stick with my story, I really do love it that ya'll are reading this!

On a side note; I was told by a wonderful reviewer that Sirius' middle name is Orion. Oop's! I hadn't known that! Lol! Anyway, I'll explain my joke.

Seriously -- Sirius Leigh…..

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Harry Potter and the Story of Secret's

Part 5

Harry Potter was a small boy, he wore pants that were too big for him and his sweat shirt hung down to his knees. His shoes were ratty, and his glasses must have been broken many times because of the tape that practically held the contraption together. But, he was a special boy, he was the Boy-Who-Lived, he had defeated Voldemort when he was only a year old...and he didn't know it!

Currently, Harry was staring at everything about him. The Leaky Cauldron was old, and a bit dingy, but there was an air of hominess about it. But the most remarkable thing about it, was that the tea pots floated and served the tea. People with sticks would make things appear from out of nowhere.

Harry watched a witch in the corner turn her chair into a comfy couch before turning to her friend. They then began to gossip. He then caught site of the tea kettle pouring hot tea into his cup. Then the sugar bowl floated into the air and put a lump of sugar into his cup. His silver spoon stirred it for him and it seemed as if the tea cup wanted to be picked up. Harry reached for his cup and took a sip. Harry had always wanted to have sugar in his tea, but Aunt Petunia wouldn't allow him that small comfort.

"So, Harry, what do you think?" Sirius asked. Harry shrugged.

"Are you all right?" Remus asked. Harry nodded.

"He won't talk," Sirius sighed.

"Not since we've gotten here, what do you think brought that on?" Remus asked.

"Maybe it's a bit much for one day; maybe we should go home and come back in a few days,"

"We can't do that, Harry hasn't anything to call clothes as it is!" Remus objected.

"My clothes are fine!" Harry said with as much dignity as he could. Truthfully he didn't really like the old, ill fitting clothes, but he didn't know what to tell the two men he sat between.

"Harry, Pronglet, we need to get you something before we leave," Remus said.

"I've an idea, how about Harry and I wait here while you go and get something for him, we can always come back in a couple of days once he gets used to the idea," Sirius said.

"All right, I'll make it quick," Remus said. Sirius handed his friend a purse.

"I don't care what you get as long as it fits," Sirius added by way of explanation. Remus left the two at the table.

Harry, now alone with the black haired man, stole a look. The black robes and the black hair made him look imposing, but his eyes said that he was kind. Sirius, on the other hand, stared openly at his Godson. The boy needed new glasses. Sirius smiled suddenly.

"Can I fix those for you?" Sirius asked the little boy. Harry squinted at Sirius.

"Why?"

"I just want to see if I can fix it," Sirius reiterated.

"All right," Harry replied, he handed his glasses to the older wizard. Sirius made a big show of looking at the glasses. All the while muttering about it being a silly muggle contraption under his breath; then, he took out his wand.

"Harry, do you know what this is?" Sirius asked. Harry looked at that thing in the man's hands.

"A stick," Harry said mater of fact tone.

"A stick says he," Sirius rolled his eyes.

"Are you saying that it isn't a stick?" Harry asked.

"Yes, it isn't a stick, this is a wand, and this is what you do with it," Sirius said, he tapped the glasses and suddenly. The glasses became a handsome pair of light brown frames with the perfect lenses in it. Sirius set the glasses on Harry's face. Harry's mouth was dropped open and he stared at Sirius as if he had grown a chicken as a second head.

"What? Haven't you've seen magic done before?" Sirius asked.

"Uncle Vernon say's that there isn't no such thing as magic," Harry whispered. Sirius didn't know what to say to that. He opened his mouth, and then closed it. He opened his mouth again, groaned and banged his head onto the table a few times.

"Stop!"

"What?"

"Stop," Harry glared.

"Sorry, Pronglet, sorry," Sirius muttered.

"Why did you do that? Didn't it hurt?" Harry asked.

"Well, yes, but you see, there isn't any other way to knock some sense into me," Sirius said.

"Why?"

"Because, I ask the stupidest questions when the answer is so obviously in front of my face," Sirius sighed.

"Oh,"

"Yeah, kid, oh," Sirius muttered.

"I really like this tea, Aunt Petunia never let me have any sugar in it when she served," Harry said.

"I'm glad, biscuit?" Sirius asked, pushing a plate towards Harry. There was silence for a couple of moments before Harry took the smallest on the plate. He munched on it and sipped his tea, Sirius watched all the while. Harry was very polite little boy, but Sirius knew that he would have to teach the kid how to be a kid.

"So, I see that the glasses are fixed, finally," Remus said. He put the shopping bags down before sitting in a chair. Harry smiled shyly at him.

"You look very handsome," Remus smiled.

"Really?" Harry asked, his green eyes lighting up.

"Of course you do, just like you're Dad," Remus replied.

"You knew my Dad?"

"Course we did!" Sirius interjected.

"We went to school with James, that's you're Dad, and he was the most brilliant prankster there ever was," Remus said.

"Lily and James didn't get along well together; Lily always wanted to study while James wanted to have fun. But they finally got together and you came along and…here we are…" Sirius explained.

"Good," Harry said, then went back to sipping his tea. Sirius and Remus looked at each other, then they shrugged and their conversation turned to other things.

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Harry was very tired; he buried his head into the crook of Sirius' neck and yawned. Sirius knew that he couldn't give the little boy the tour of the house now, but there would be time later. Sirius carried Harry upstairs to the room he and Remus had decorated earlier that day.

Remus pulled down the covers and the both got the sleepy boy into sky blue pajama's that had clouds and stars on it. Remus put a warming spell on the bed and Sirius deposited his Godson into the covers. Once there, Harry snuggled down into the blankets and drifted off.

Before they left, Remus tapped the nightlight of Hogwarts castle; it gave a soft glow and every once in a while it changed colors. Remus and Sirius stood at the door way. The site was peaceful, the boy was finally where he belonged. Here he would be understood and loved. He would be loved by the two people left on earth who could show him who his parent's were and to raise him like James and Lily would have raised him themselves.

All was right with the world. And for that, they were glad.

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The first thing he became aware of was the softness that surrounded his small body. Then the warmth that enclosed him and something was poking at his cheek. Harry opened blurry eyes, he didn't know where he was, but he wasn't afraid. He patted the side table for his glasses, and once he found them, he put them on.

The room he was in was wonderful! There was a castle on his bedside table; gold curtains framed the bed he was in while the rest of the covers were a dark red. The floor was a warm redwood with floor rugs dispersed here and there. There was a closet to the right side of the room and a fire place on the other side. Bay windows enclosed the fire place, looking over a landscape that spoke of summer.

Harry hopped out of bed, only realizing then that he was in Pajama's, which actually fit! The pajama's been of light blue with clouds and stars that changed from gold to dark blue to red in intervals. Harry grabbed his stuffed stag and went to explore the rest of the room. He hadn't seen such a room before and everything was so very neat!

There were poster's of people in bright colored robes, flying on broom sticks and playing some sort of game. One took hold of a red ball and threw it through a hoop. Another hit a ball very hard and it hit into another player, that player saved themselves from falling though and flew on after a very small golden ball.

An hour later, Sirius found Harry sitting on a rug watching the flying Quidditch posters he had specifically gotten for the room. Sirius figured that since he had missed six years of his Godson's life, that he needed to make up for it as quick as possible.

"Harry?"

"This is cooler than Television! But where is the sound?" the boy asked.

"Er—what's a tele-vesion?" Sirius asked.

"A box with people living inside it! They do things at certain times!" Harry explained incredulously. How could a grown-up NOT know what a television was?

"Oh," Sirius replied lamely, he knew he should have taken Muggle Studies in school.

"Ready for some breakfast, Pronglet?" Sirius asked.

"I get to eat?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I wouldn't be a very good Godfather if I didn't feed you," Sirius said, then raised his own eyebrow at the kid.

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing," Harry shrugged and stood.

With his stag in one hand, and his other in Sirius' rather callused one; they went down to breakfast. The kitchen held a nice round table with a vase of sunflowers set in it. The table was set for three and Remus was frying some bacon and eggs.

"How do you like you're eggs, Harry?" Remus asked.

"Er—I don't know,"

"It's all right, we can try a new version of egg every morning till you decide which is you're favorite," Sirius said, he gave a look to Remus. Sirius picked Harry up and settled him in a chair. Harry looked petrified.

"Please sir! I can make it!" Harry cried. Getting down and tried to drag the heavy chair towards the stove.

"Harry, Remus is all right, it's fine, you can just sit," Sirius said.

"But, it's my job! I'll go back to the cupboard if I don't!" Harry cried.

Harry sniffed a bit, he didn't understand this at all! He didn't know these people, and what if that room he woke up in was just because they were being nice? Did they have a small cupboard that they would put him in? Harry didn't know and he wanted to prove to them that he could do things, which they didn't have too! He had to not be a burden to them! Didn't they know that?

"Harry, Pronglet, look at me…" Sirius bent down to Harry's level, he took out a handkerchief and wiped away a stray tear. Harry's green eyes flashed fear at him.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Remus isn't going to hurt you, you could hurt yourself with the stove," Sirius explained.

"But I can use a stove!" Harry hiccupped.

"But this is a magical stove, you can't use it without a wand," Remus explained.

"But…but…?"

"But what, Harry?" Sirius asked gently.

"I…don't want to be a burden…" the six-year-old whispered so low that even Remus had a hard time catching it.

"Harry…" Sirius lost words for a moment.

"Harry," he started again, "You are not a burden. You never have been and you never will be,"

"But, Uncle Vernon always said that I was a burden and should have died in the car crash like Mum and Dad," Harry explained.

"Harry, listen to me, you're Uncle is a jealous old fart, he doesn't know what he's talking about," Sirius said.

"Sirius is right Harry, you are only six. It's time for you to just be a child and let us grown-ups take care of you," Remus smiled gently. Harry wiped another stray tear from his cheek and looked up at Remus.

"Promise that I'm not a burden?" Harry asked.

"No, not ever," Remus smiled.

"You are loved, Pronglet," Sirius said, he picked the kid up and hugged him. Harry hugged the man back, once he was on his feet again, Harry ran to Remus and hugged his leg.

"So, how have you always wanted you're eggs?" Remus asked.

"Scrambled, with cheese?"

"Coming right up!" Remus smiled.

Sirius and Harry sat down at the table while Remus finished making their breakfast. Then they dug in. Harry was very hungry, he had a huge portion of food and it was all delicious! Harry couldn't remember eating so much!

"Sir?" Harry looked at Sirius.

"Oh please, don't call me that, I think I'd then go looking for my Father," Sirius laughed.

"What am I supposed to call you then?" Harry asked.

"Oh, Sirius, or Padfoot, I don't care which," Sirius shrugged.

"And I'm either Remus, or Moony,"

"All right, then…Sirius…why do you call me Pronglet?"

"Because we would always call James Prongs," Sirius replied.

"Why?"

"Well, this is a secret…can you keep a secret?" Remus asked. Harry nodded enthusiastically.

"Well, Prongs—Er—you're Dad, could change himself into a stag," Sirius said.

"Like this one?" Harry asked, holding up his stuffed toy that he hadn't let go of.

"In fact, Harry, James gave that to you," Remus said.

"Dad gave this to me! Look it's got that name!" Harry thrust the toy at the adult's, excitedly, on the side of the toy was the emblem of Pronglet.

"Yes, Harry, James would call you that all the time," Sirius said.

Harry went on talking about his toy and how he had gotten it, with great detail about how he thanked the man with hazel eyes, and the woman with long red hair, in his dreams. He told them that he didn't know who the people were, but that they were nice and kept him company when he was hungry, tired or sad.

Remus and Sirius listened, not for the first time glad that they had taken Harry away from that hell hole.

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A/N – Wow, this was longer than my other chapters. This is six pages according the Microsoft word. I hope you all like it!

Ta,

Poppy