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

Summary: 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 Nine

Mr. Wilson heard the bell ring, indicating someone had entered the book store. Looking at the clock he saw that it was time for Remus and Sirius to arrive.

Sighing he left his apartment and entered the store. Looking up, he saw Remus and Sirius. He smiled as they came closer.

"Good morning. How are you both?" Mr. Wilson asked kindly.

"We're doing well. How are you and your wife?"

"We're doing well." He said leading them to the table on the other side of the store. They all took a seat.

"You look like you didn't get much sleep." Remus observed of Mr. Wilson.

Mr. Wilson smiled. "I'm fine. But thank you for your concern." He sighed. Might as well get this over with now. "I was woken about midnight by Harry."

That caught both their attention.

"Some police showed up at the building he's been living at and he ran."

"Why'd he run?" Sirius asked.

"He didn't want to get caught. If he were, he'd either have been sent back to the Dursley family, or an orphanage. He doesn't want either of those options so he tries to keep away from police. He sprained his ankle while running and came here. I'm relived he actually came here."

"Is he okay, though?" Sirius asked concerned. "Why do you seem surprised he came here?"

"Yes, he's okay. He stayed the night here. I was surprised because he did come here for help. He is pretty independent. I guess that comes with how he grew up. But he did come here for help and I'm happy he did."

"How much does he know?" Remus asked. "Did you tell him anything?"

"He took it well. He's a bit skeptical. But who wouldn't be?" Mr. Wilson sighed. "I think he's more waiting it out. Seeing what happens first, before he makes any decisions."

The two Marauders nodded.

"Where is he now?" Sirius asked.

"In the apartment. I believe still in the guest room."

"Is he ready for this?" Remus asked. "To meet us?"

"We'll see." Mr. Wilson said as he stood. "Come on back." They followed him to his apartment and he motioned for them to sit down. Sirius opened his bag and pulled out a few items and placed them in front of him. Mr. Wilson left the room and went into the hallway disappearing in a room, supposedly where Harry was.

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Mr. Wilson looked around and found Harry sitting on the bed with a book on his lap. He looked up and smiled at him.

"Hello, Mr. Wilson." Harry said. "Are they here?" He asked nodding his head toward the door.

Mr. Wilson nodded. "Are you ready to talk to them?"

Harry stayed quiet for a moment. He finally nodded. "I think so." He said quietly as he got up and grabbed his crutches. Mr. Wilson followed him outside. As Harry came closer to the dining room, his heart began to beat. He was very nervous. What if he was truly the Harry they were searching for? What would he say? What if they didn't like him?

Harry took a deep breath to calm him self. He never expected to be this nervous.

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Sirius and Remus were both just as nervous. They could hear the door click back open and some footsteps.

Finally they could see a teen age boy with black hair and leaning on crutches come into view. Mr. Wilson right behind him.

Sirius' breath caught in his throat. The boy certainly looked like James. Harry came closer and sat across from them on the table, and leaned his crutches on the table next to him. When Harry looked up at him he could see his green eyes. His eyes looked identical to Lily's.

"Hello, Harry." Remus said smiling. "It's nice to see you again."

"Hello, Mr. Lupin." Harry answered back pleasantly.

"Remus, please." Remus corrected. "Harry, this is my friend Sirius Black."

Harry nodded. "Hello, Mr. Black."

"Sirius." Sirius corrected. He didn't like being called Mr. Black. It made him seem old.

Harry nodded.

"Mr. Wilson told me you believe you knew my parent's." Harry began, getting strait to business.

Remus and Sirius nodded.

"Yes." Remus began. "Lily and James Potter were our closest friends growing up." Sirius opened a book he had in front of him and slid it over to Harry. "Those are some pictures we have of them." Remus explained.

Harry nodded and looked at the pictures. The man in the picture, James Potter, looked very similar to himself. And Lily Potter had the same eyes as him. Flipping the page he looked again.

"Those are some pictures of you and them. And you alone." Sirius explained.

Again, after a moment, Harry flipped the page again. He froze when he saw one of the pictures there. It was a picture of a baby with a lightning bolt scar. The same scar he had on his forehead.

Noticing the picture Harry was looking at Sirius explained the picture. "That was taken after the attack."

Harry reached up and felt his scar. He traced it with his finger.

"Same scar." He mumbled stunned.

"Yes, the same scar." Sirius said softly, and then continued. "Mr. Wilson tells us you lived with your relatives until you were five?"

Harry nodded. "Shortly before school ended."

Sirius nodded and continued. This was a part of the story he did not want to tell, but knew it was necessary. "After James and Lily's murders, I was sent to prison, believed to have been the one who told the person who killed them their where- bout's. I was released after he was captured and confessed to the crimes I had been imprisoned for. Remus and I went to your aunt and uncles, the Dursley's, and found out you were not there. After police got involved, we discovered that they had abandoned you. Since then we've been searching for you." Sirius finished.

Harry stayed silent for several minutes. This was a lot to take in. He did believe himself to be the boy they were looking for. There were too many similarities.

His parent's were dead. The parent's of the Harry they were looking for were dead.

He had a lightning bolt scar. Their Harry had a lightning bolt scar.

He was abandoned on the streets at age five. As was their Harry.

And his relative's names were Petunia and Vernon and Dudley Dursley.

"What now, then?" Harry asked. He had no clue what would happen from now.

"Well," Remus began. "You could come live with us. Maybe we could enroll you in school after we get you caught up."

The rest of the morning was spent discussing about everything. All parties believed Harry was the same Harry that Sirius and Remus had been looking for.

Harry didn't tell them much about what had happened to him growing up. Just vague details. He was still resigned to the idea of living with these people. He didn't totally trust these people, Remus and Sirius, but he decided to give them a chance. If things went well with them, maybe he could get what he'd wanted since he was little. A family and a normal life. School. Friends.

They decided that Harry would come to live with them. They would first have to show the Ministry he was alive. Then start creating a life together.

Sirius and Remus knew they'd have to handle this delicately. They knew Harry had grown up on the streets, and was essentially an adult. They hoped they could give him a little bit of a childhood.

End Chapter Nine

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