Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do, however, love the movies and books! And I think Dan Radcliffe is very cute!

Summery: Harry Potter was abandoned as a child on the streets of London. Now at the age of fifteen he continues to survive on the streets. Sirius was freed after the capture of Pettigrew, and is now searching for his godson.

Chapter Seven

Mrs. Wilson slowly opened Harry's door. Looking inside she saw the boy was still soundly asleep. She didn't want to wake him, but she wanted him to have time to eat and dress, and to have time to talk to him.

Moving to the bedside she gently began to rub Harry's upper arm in an attempt to wake him. A few moments later his eye's slowly opened and he blinked looking around. Once he noticed his surrounding's he used his arms to get himself into a sitting position and smiled at her.

She smiled back then placed a trey on his lap. "Good morning, Harry."

"'Morning." He mumbled.

"Sorry to wake you. But I figured you needed to eat." She said motioning to the trey.

Harry nodded. "Thank you."

She nodded and left him to eat his breakfast.

After breakfast Harry dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a light blue t-shirt. After some trouble he was able to maneuver the plate and tray along with the crutches into the kitchen. He was cleaning them in the sink when someone walked into the room.

A woman's voice alerted him that it was Mrs. Wilson.

"Harry! You don't need to do that. I can get it. Sit down." She said in a rush.

"It's fine. I have it, Mrs. Wilson. Thank you for everything last night and this morning."

She smiled at him. "It's no problem, dear. Now, will you sit down?"

Harry nodded, as he had just finished cleaning they trey and plate, and sat down at the dining room table.

A moment later she came and sat down with him.

"How are you feeling this morning? Is your ankle swollen or anything?"

"I slept well. My ankle is okay." Harry answered her. He used to always say 'Fine' to any kind of question reguarding his health. But over time learned that Mr. and Mrs. Wilson wouldn't accept an answer like that.

"That's good."

At that moment they both heard Mr. Wilson enter the room.

"Good morning, Harry." He said smiling as he too sat down. The door was partially open so they could hear the bell on the front door in case anyone entered.

"Good morning, Mr. Wilson. Thank you for last night." Harry said genuinely.

Your welcome, lad. Anytime." Mr. Wilson then went and got them all something to drink. Sitting back down he addressed Harry again. "We have something to discuss."

"Is everything okay? Have I done something?" Harry asked immediately.

Mr. Wilson and Mrs. Wilson both shook their head's no. "No, Harry. You have done nothing wrong. I met two people the other day who believe they know you, as well as knew your parent's."

Harry didn't say anything. But it was clear he was paying attention to what he was saying.

"Do you remember Remus Lupin? The gentleman I hired a few day's back?" Mr. Wilson asked.

Harry nodded. He had thought he was a nice person, if only a little weird.

"Well, do you remember when he got sick?"

Again Harry nodded.

"Well, later I asked him about that. And the reason he had been so interested in your last name. He told me one of his best friends in school was a man named James Potter and a woman named Lily Evans. Later, James and Lily married and had a son. A son they named Harry."

Harry still didn't interrupt. He was confused but curious.

"They were killed a year later, and their son was given to Lily Potter's sister and her husband. Remus' other best friend, Sirius Black had been arrested for Lily and James Potter's murder's. He was released from prison when they discovered he was innocent when the person responsible was captured and confessed. Remus and Sirius went to Lily Potter's sister's house to take Harry into their care. But when they got there, he was gone. And the family had confessed to having abandoned the boy on the street's in London. They have been searching ever since." Mr. Wilson finished.

Harry was silent for a few moments. Obviously thinking about what he'd been told. After a moment he looked up again. "Why did Mr. Lupin think I was his friends son?"

"He said you look just like James. But that you have Lily's eyes." Mr. Wilson answered patiently.

Harry again began to think about what he'd been told. His aunt, Aunt Petunia, had often mentioned how he had his mother's 'freakish' eyes. Harry also knew the emerald greed of his eyes was rare.

"If I am the same Harry they are looking for, then why did I go live with my mum's relatives instead of Mr. Lupin?"

"Mr. Lupin said he was unable to care for a small child alone. He had tried to get custody of you, but the court's wouldn't allow it."

"Why would they continue looking for me then? If they couldn't take care of me?"

"Mr. Black was made Godfather of you by your parent's. That gave his custody of you incase something happened to your parents. But because he was arrested for supposedly murdering them, he was unable to care for you."

Harry thought for a moment again on what he'd been told.

"What were the relatives names that their godson was sent to?"

"Petunia and Vernon Dursley, and their son Dudley."

Harry froze. Those were his relatives. The ones he'd lives with as a child. Also the ones who'd abandoned him on the streets.

"Mr. Lupin works here today, doesn't he?" Harry asked.

Mr. Wilson nodded. "Yes, he does. Mr. Black will also be coming in today. They want to talk to you."

"If I do happen to be their Harry, what then?" Harry asked.

"I don't know." Mr. Wilson said.

"Do you trust their story?" Harry asked. He trusted Mr. and Mrs. Wilson.

Mr. Wilson nodded. "Yes. I do. They showed us photographs they have. One of them showed you with you're scar. The one on your head."

Harry reached up and touched his scar. After a moment he brought his hand down and nodded.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Mrs. Wilson asked. After a moment he nodded. She moved over to him and hugged him. Me stiffened at the touch, as he always did. He had never grown used to being touched.

"Yeah, can I go back to the guest room and think?" Harry asked as she pulled away. Both of them nodded and he got up and hobbled to his room.

After the door shut Mrs. And Mr. Wilson began to talk in whispers.

"Do you think he's okay?" Mrs. Wilson asked.

"I don't know, Rose. It's a lot to take in."

Mrs. Wilson nodded agreeing.

End of chapter Seven

A/N: I will have the chapter with Sirius and Remus meeting tonight, hopefully! I hope you all are enjoying the story! Thank you for reading! Please Review!