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Sirius, in his infinite wisdom, had tied Buckbeak to a tree in the woods at the end of Privet Drive. After Harry nearly flipped his lid, Sirius asked where else he would've preferred he tie him, his room or the Dursley's shed out back?
Harry paled. "Point taken."
That discussion lead to what they were going to do with Buckbeak. Neither of them wanted to part with the majestic creature. Harry had given Buckbeak a second chance at life and freedom, and Buckbeak was to thank for getting Sirius away from Hogwarts and the ministry officials.
After a more emotional discussion than either man or teen would admit to having concerning a Hippogryph, they decided it would be better to let Buckbeak go.
So in the wee hours of the morning, Dobby popped Harry and Sirius to the edge of the woods. From there, they walked to a small clearing about one hundred meters deep.
Buckbeak was tied to a tree using the same rope that had tethered him to the post outside of Hagrid's cabin. He still looked every bit of the proud creature that Harry had seen during his first Care of Magical creatures lesson.
Having sensed someone approaching, Buckbeak was standing tall and alert. His gaze penetrating the brush from where Harry and Sirius had entered. Once Buckbeak saw who it was that was coming, he clicked his beak non threateningly, but he still stood tall and proud.
Then, surprising both Harry and Sirius, the proud Hippogriff lowered his head in a bow without having either Harry nor Sirius bow first.
Harry and Sirius returned the gesture, each sporting a grin on their face.
"It's good to see you again Buckbeak." Harry said as he slowly reached out a hand to pet the hippogriff. Buckbeak met his hand halfway with his large beak, closing his eyes in comfort at the contact.
"I just wanted to say thank you, for everything." Harry continued after a moment. "You saved me and Hermione from a werewolf, and you helped my Godfather escape. I'll never be able to thank you enough."
Bright yellow eyes then met bright emerald green. Harry would never be able to convince anyone of how he knew he felt it, but in that moment, he felt both gratitude and respect coming from the Hippogriff. Buckbeak then nudged Harry's shoulder and neck affectionately, and after a few moments, Harry let go and stepped back allowing Sirius to come forward.
Sirius, even though he'd rode on the back of Buckbeak for half the night previous, was a little more hesitant than Harry was. But like he did with Harry, Buckbeak met Sirius' hand halfway.
"Thank you Buckbeak." Sirius started almost unsure of what to say. It's not everyday you speak to a creature like a loved one. "You helped when I thought there was no other way. Thank you for saving my godson, and thank you for taking me to him. I am in your debt."
Bright yellow then met steely grey, and after a moment, Buckbeak broke the gaze to eye Harry, then returned to gaze at Sirius. Slowly, the hippogriff gave a nod of acknowledgment, and Sirius would never be able to convince anyone of what he felt. But in that moment, he felt the beast say 'you're welcome.'
As Sirius took a step back, Harry step toward the tree to untie Buckbeak.
"You're free to go Buckbeak." Harry told the hippogriff. "Thank you again. I hope to see you again."
Buckbeak eyed the rope in Harry's hand then looked to Harry. He gave a cross between a chirp and a neigh, and nudge Harry affectionately once more. With one more look to Sirius, Buckbeak began to back away.
Buckbeak gave one final bow before he turned, and with a running start, took off into the night sky.
Harry and Sirius watched him go until he was a speck in the night sky. Godfather and son with their hands around each other, smiles and a few tears leaking from their eyes.
The moment was broken by a yawn from Harry.
"Come on." Sirius said to Harry softly while patting his shoulder. "We've had a long day, and tomorrow will be the same."
Harry smiled up at his godfather. After all these years, the boy and man had something to look forward. Something that didn't consist of school or work. It was something that both of them had craved for a very long time. A family.
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Harry awoke the next morning with the morning sun in his eyes. It was one of the best nights he'd ever had to sleep at Number 4 Privet Drive, and to top it off, it wasn't disturbed by the usual banging and shouting of his relatives.
He sighed contentedly as he rolled over to reach for his glasses while his mind went back to the night before.
He and Sirius had freed Buckbeak, and not long after their return to his room, they made their 'sleeping arrangements'. Neither Harry, nor Sirius, realized just how knackered they were until they started getting ready for bed.
Sirius had slept as Padfoot at the foot of his bed. It was a temporary solution until they could figure out how to assist Dobby in magically expanding the room. Sirius didn't mind all that much. He had spent a lot of his time in prison sleeping as Padfoot, but that was all the more reason for Harry to not want him to sleep as a dog anymore than necessary.
Harry initially tensed at the sound of his bedroom door opening. His heart dropped to his stomach, and a brief feeling of panic threatened to get the better of him. But when he saw his godfather walking into his room while drying his hair, he immediately took a breath to calm himself.
"Alright there, Prongslet?" Sirius asked with some concern as he shoook his head to get the hair out of his face. The hot shower probably did wonders for the escapee, but the years of abuse and turmoil from living in Azkaban were still apparent. Still though, he appeared lighter than any man in his position had a right to being.
"I'm alright." Harry answered through a yawn. "I didn't know who it was, so I was worried at first." He added a bit sheepishly.
Sirius chuckled. "You shouldn't worry about that. I meant it when I said that you didn't have to worry about anyone other than me coming into this room."
"What about Dobby?" Harry asked a little cheekily.
As if on command, Dobby appeared with a pop. "The Great Mr. Harry Potter sir bes awake!" The tiny elf exclaimed excitedly. "Dobby bes almost done with Mr. Harry Potter sir and dogfather's breakfast."
Harry sighed while Sirius was snickering. "Dobby, can you please just stick to calling me Harry? That's such a mouthful. And why are you serving me? I thought you wanted to be free?" Harry added quickly when the elf appeared crestfallen.
Dobby's ears drooped, and the poor elf looked as though Harry had killed his puppy. "Dobby always be wanting to serve the Great Harry Potter sir. Dobby finds it to be an honor. But if the Great Harry Potter doesn't..." He let the words trail off as his eyes brimmed with tears.
"No, Dobby!" Harry quickly said, shaking his hands in front of Dobby. "It's not that I don't want you to serve me. I really don't mind it, as long as you're okay with it. I just thought you'd rather be free."
"Harry Potter sir is truly a great wizard." Dobby said more to the room at large than to anyone in particular. "Dobby wanted to be free from dark master, and Dobby did want to bes paid in order to serve. But Dobby wants to serve the Great Harry Potter sir. Dobby owes Harry Potter for freeing him from dark master."
"Well, I can pay you for your work." Harry suggested.
Dobby shook his head so violently that his ears were flopping around and slapping his face. "Oh no sir. Dobby not be wanting paid. Dobby would..." Dobby stopped suddenly, eyes wide, and started worrying his toe into the carpet of Harry's bedroom while holding his ears. Confused, Harry looked from Dobby to Sirius.
"I think he wants to bond with you." Sirius supplied to a confused Harry while eyeing Dobby. Dobby's reaction was the clue that Sirius' statement was true because, the elf looked even more anxious and adverted his eyes completely from Harry.
Even more confused, Harry asked Sirius. "Bond with me?"
Now it was Sirius who was confused. "Yes..." He said slowly with nod. "House elves, while magical, are symbiotic creatures. They bind to either a witch, wizard, family, or building. Examples would be Hogwarts or the Ministry. They offer their services in return for magic. Without it, they'll die. I've never heard of a house elf being paid before." Sirius said that last statement as a confused afterthought.
"Hogwarts has house elves?" Harry asked dumbly.
"Of course." Sirius answered in exasperation. "A whole army of them. Who do you think cooks, cleans, and takes care of your trunks?"
Harry blushed a little in embarrassment. There was so much that he didn't know, or was completely oblivious to. Granted, he never really had much time to think or mull things over while at school. His life was constantly endangered, and they're thought of anything magical at home was a death sentence.
Shaking himself back to the conversation at hand, he looked to Dobby. The house elf about as anxious as he did when he was struggling to tell Harry about the danger at Hogwarts in his second year. The thought of bonding with Dobby was great, but he didn't want to do anything against his wishes.
"Dobby." Harry said calmly to get the elf's attention. Dobby looked at him with a mix of hope and fear in his tennis ball eyes. "Do you want to bond with me?"
The response was immediate. Dobby's eyes went wide, then he sported the happiest grin Harry had ever seen on anyone, house elf or human. He didn't have time to blink as Dobby shot towards him, squeezing his leg as he happily chanted: "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Slightly embarrassed, Harry chuckled awkwardly. Sirius was shocked at first, but started snickering at Harry predicament. Thank goodness for the silencing charms.
"Erm, Dobby?" Harry coughed and shook the leg Dobby had a death grip on. "Would you mind letting me go, so we can bond?"
Dobby relinquished his grip with a sheepish grin. Harry and Sirius both chuckled, then Harry frowned.
"How do we... erm...bond?" Harry asked, feeling stupid.
Dobby immediately answered. "All Harry Potter sir has to do is place his hand on Dobby's shoulder while Dobby places his hand on Harry Potter sir. Harry Potter sir then be pushing his magic into Dobby. Dobby then do the rest.
Harry looked unsurely to Sirius, but after receiving a confident nod from his godfather, Harry placed his hand on Dobby's shoulder. Dobby then brought his hand up, and placed it on top of the hand Harry had on his shoulder. When Dobby closed his eyes, Harry followed his lead. Focusing on his magic, similar to how he felt when he performed the Patronus charm, Harry pushed his magic through his arm and into Dobby.
Harry gasped as he felt something grab onto his magic. It wasn't aggressive. It felt as though someone was gently holding his hand. A warmth then spread over him, and if he were to have looked, he would've seen Dobby and his hand glow maroon with an emerald tint.
It was over as soon as it begun, and when Harry opened his eyes, it was to see the tear filled eyes of Dobby.
"Harry Potter sir bes a powerful wizard." Dobby breathed in reverence before the excitement hit him like a truck. He started bouncing on the balls of his feet, and looked as though he was about to start dancing a jig.
"What bes the great Master Harry Potter sir needing from Dobby?"
"Erm..." Harry said eloquently as he looked to his godfather for guidance.
Sirius chuckled, but was beaming with pride, something that made Harry smile. "Tell him what it is you want him to do." He said simply.
"Right." Harry said, sounding unsure. He would just have to make things up as he goes. After a second of thought, he perked up. "Dobby, you may be my house elf, but you will not be treated as such. You will be more of a friend than a servant."
Dobby looked as though he was about to burst into tears, so Harry quickly continued. "You will not punish yourself for anything, understand?"
At Dobby's nod, Harry continued. "You answer to me first, but you also have my permission to assist Sirius with anything he needs."
"Be careful with that." Sirius said sounding more serious than jokingly. "You want him to be able to help me or someone else, but you don't want him to do anything that's contradictory to you, get you into trouble, or get him into trouble with you."
Heeding Sirius' warning, Harry adjusted his command. "You may answer Sirius' call, and serve him as well, but you answer to me. If Sirius asks you to do anything outside of simple tasks, then you are to come to me first before you carry out his orders." He looked to Sirius at that, and Sirius nodded approvingly.
"Lastly, get yourself something better to wear." Harry said, trying to not sound like he was giving Dobby clothes. "Wear whatever you like, but I don't want you wearing filthy rags ever again." Dobby nodded, tears still in his eyes.
"Why not a toga with the Potter crest? It's what Potter elves usually wear." Sirius asked. Harry looked confused.
"The Potter family crest?" Sirius specified. Harry looked to Sirius as if he were a completely different person.
"You know." Sirius said unhelpfully with a roll of his hand. "Maroon... Head of a Hebridean Black... Crossed wands... Veni, Vidi, Vici... No...?"
Harry had absolutely no clue what Sirius was talking about. He hadn't the first clue that the Potter family actually had house elves. He had no clue about his family at all, only the little knowledge about his parents, which he still felt ashamed of himself for not knowing more. Sure, he knew that the Potters were an old, and presumably wealthy pureblood family. But a family crest? House elf uniforms? What more did he not know about his family?
From the look Sirius was giving him, Harry didn't know whether to be embarrassed or angry. How was he to know about his family? His family was dead? He had no one to tell him about it. Well... he did have people to tell him, but those people had never shared anything with him. That is where the real anger came from. He knew next to nothing about his family, and he had learned more in two minutes from a twelve year inmate in Azkaban than the rest of the Wizarding world. Harry's thoughts were put on pause by an even more confusing word from Sirius.
"Hadrian...?" Sirius hesitantly asked, tilting his head slightly to better judge how his godson responded. He didn't like what he saw.
Harry's eyes went wide. He'd never been called that in his life. Was that his real name? Had he been living a lie this whole time? How come nobody else called him Hadrian? What else didn't he know? Why was this being held from him? His anger was steadily increasing with every unasked and unanswered question. A look at his godfather showed him that he wasn't the only one.
Sirius looked every bit of the dangerous criminal he was accused of being. He steely grey eyes were flashing dangerously. He didn't have his eyes on Harry. Instead, they were on a random spot on the floor. His lips were moving softly, but no words were forming. It looked as though he was trying to figure out something, no, someone who was responsible for all this. Harry was curious of this himself when suddenly Sirius' face contorted into a near snarl.
"Dumbledore." It was spoken barely above a whisper, but it was spoken with so much malice that you would've thought he was cursing the old man.
"What?" Harry asked, wanting Sirius to elaborate.
Sirius, however, shook his head. After taking a calming breath, he looked to Dobby, who was silently watching to back and forth between both wizards. "Dobby, could you please fetch our breakfast? Harry needs to get ready for the day."
Dobby looked to Harry who looked as if he were about to deny that order. Sirius stepped in though. "There's obviously a lot you don't know, but I will explain it more later on. You need to get showered and have breakfast, and we need to do some shopping. I'm also awaiting a reply from Gringott's."
Harry immediately grew uneasy. "Sirius, are you su-"
"Completely." Sirius said firmly with a nod. "Goblins don't mess with the affairs of wizards, especially those with the amount of money the Blacks have."
"What about the Malfoys?" Asked Harry, knowing that Lucious love to throw money out like it was candy.
Sirius snorted. "Ole Lucy is probably spending what's left of Narcissa's bride price." At Harry's confused look, he explained. "Narcissa Malfoy was formally known as Narcissa Black. She only married Lucius because her father, my uncle, sold her off to the Malfoy's. They received a more than healthy compensation via the Blacks to maintain to pureblood line."
Harry was shocked to hear that Draco's mother was related to Sirius. Not that it didn't make sense. From what Harry knew, the Blacks were as dark as their name suggests. It was something Harry would discuss with Sirius later. The shocking fact is that someone like Sirius is actually related, albeit by marriage, to somewhat like Malfoy.
Before he could voice his thoughts, Sirius waved his hand. "Not now. Go get showered. Your breakfast will be waiting for you."
Harry begrudgingly got up and went to grab some clothes to get changed into. When he hesitated, Sirius spoke up. "Dress muggle." He said, thinking that was what caused Harry to paused. To be fair, it did. He didn't know if they would be shopping Muggle or magical, since Sirius mentioned Gringotts. The other thing though was that his muggle clothes were all Dudley's hand-me-downs. He had never really grown out of being self conscious of wearing them, since they made him look like a house elf, but he mustered up the courage to quickly grab something before he left to go shower.
When he finished up and returned to his room, he saw Sirius eating breakfast at his desk that had been expanded to accommodate the both of them. Sirius did a double take when he saw him, and Harry flushed slightly. Sirius looked upset, but he didn't voice it. He just looked back down at his plate.
"Dobby is an excellent cook." Sirius said as he took another bite out of his eggs. "Eat up. I sent Dobby to convert some galleons into pounds. We'll be leaving when he gets back."
Harry nodded and took his seat. As he did so, he noticed another glare Sirius aimed at his clothes. Harry didn't say anything, instead he chose to eat the delicious breakfast Dobby had made for him. In the silence, he swore he heard Sirius mutter, "Wretched bastards."
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Not long after finishing breakfast, Dobby popped in with a wad of pounds. Harry's eyes bulged at the amount, but Sirius accepted it like he'd just been handed a stack of parchment. He wanted to question whose vault that had came from, but Sirius never gave him the chance.
"I'm only doing what I should've been doing all this time." Sirius had told him. Harry was caught between not wanting to burden Sirius with spending so much, and giving the man the opportunity to act like the godfather he was. The look of long and pleading in his godfather's eyes caused him to swallow his pride.
Soon, Dobby was popping them into an alley outside of the nearest shopping district.
"Alright, Dobby." Sirius said once he got his bearings. "We may be a while, so work your magic while we're gone." Sirius added a wink at the end, and Dobby gave him a salute before popping away.
Harry went to ask Sirius what he meant, but Sirius cut him off. "Let me see your wand?"
Harry pulled his wand out of his back pocket with only a little hesitation. Sirius grabbed it and did a double take, staring at Harry's wand.
After a few seconds, Harry cleared his throat.
"Sorry." Sirius said, jerking back to the present. "It started humming in my hand, like it knew I was a friend."
"What does that mean?" Harry asked, confused.
"Not sure, exactly." Sirius said, studying the wand. "I'm just wondering what it would've done had I not been a friend."
"Oh." Harry said, not really knowing what to think either. "I've never been disarmed, and nobody else has ever held it."
"Really?" Sirius asked in half awe, half curiosity.
Harry shrugged. "I'm really good at defense."
"Right." Sirius nodded. "We might have to see just how good you are." He added with a bit of mischief.
Harry smirked, not because he was feeling confident that he would beat Sirius. He'd probably be humiliated, but the idea of testing himself against his godfather was exciting. He'd love a good duel. He hated how he couldn't duel at all at Hogwarts, at least not without getting into trouble. He'd study dueling and defense in the library instead of focusing on his actual homework, much to Hermione's chagrin. It was better than reading a quidditch magazine though.
"Okay." Sirius spoke up, dragging Harry's attention back to him. "I'm going to do a glamour to hide your scar, change your eye color, and change your hair. It'll feel a bit weird at first, but you'll be fine."
Harry nodded, feeling a bit nervous, but excited at the prospect of walking around without being recognized. After a few waves and some muttering, Sirius took a step back to observe his handiwork. Harry now had brown hair that look much more tame with brown eyes. His scar was nowhere to be seen.
"Not bad." He said before turning the wand on himself. Harry watched in amazement as Sirius' hair shortened significantly and turned brown. His facial hair and eyes also turned brown, and the gaunt look was charmed away to make him look younger or less haunted. Harry wondered what Sirius would look like once he was all better.
"That should buy us a few hours." Sirius said once he was done. He then handed the wand back to Harry who put it in his back pocket, Harry's overgrown clothes covering the tip.
Sirius snorted and shook his head as he threw an arm around Harry's shoulder. "Remind me to get you a wand holster with a disillusionment charm on it."
Harry flushed a little in embarrassment, but grinned and nodded all the same. "And oh! I'll be calling you James while we're out in public. Call me Uncle Charlie, nickname for Charlus, your grandad."
Harry grew serious and nodded, noting that his grandfather's name was Charlus.
The next four hours had been a rather interning experience for Harry. That would be the only way he could honestly describe it. He'd never been more embarrassed, or had as much fun, or had done something so exhausting in his entire life. Between the constant ribbing, compliments, and endless clothes and trainers to try on, Harry didn't know if he was flushed from embarrassment or tired frustrations.
He had learned rather quickly who the most stylish marauder had been, but when Harry pointed this out, he laughed and told him that James was just as bad. Apparently, Sirius and his father were the pureblood 'pretty boys' while in school, but as they grew older, they adopted the rebellious 'bad boy' looks. It was apart of some sort of non magical charm that the girls went crazy for. Sirius did say that his dad was nothing more than a flatterer, but Sirius was the one who used it to his advantage.
This, of course, got Sirius lost in memory of all his many 'conquests', while also lost in the memories of his father's failed attempts at wooing his mother. Harry was extremely heartened by the stories pertaining to his mother and father, but he would be lying if he didn't think Sirius went into too much detail at times.
Harry knew he had messed up when he mentioned something about the odd looks girls had been giving him last year. Sirius had faked wiping tears from his eyes as he looked at Harry, saying how Harry is going to be just as big a heartbreaker as him and his father. If Harry wasn't already uncomfortable enough, Sirius then went on to say that he needed reminding to give Harry 'The Talk' soon. Harry paled and swore to forget that if it was the last thing he did.
All in all, Harry didn't quite know what to think of the experience as a whole. It was certainly a lot better whatever shopping he got dragged along to do with his Aunt Petunia and Dudley. But Harry wondered if this is what it would've been like shopping with his own parents. He wondered if his dad would've been along to help him, if his mom would've been embarrassing him completely, or if Sirius would've been doing as he was today. Unfortunately, Harry would never know, but he did cherish the memory of hanging out with Sirius for the morning.
The amount of clothes they bought though was toeing on the line of ridiculousness. It was even more than what his aunt bought for Dudley on their shopping outings, though they usually went shopping multiple times throughout the month. He had clothes for every occasion, jeans for everyday of the week, and more socks and underwear than should be legally allowed.
He also bought multiple pairs of trainers and sneakers when they went into the athletic store. Sirius wanted him to start working out when he turned fourteen. Harry was hesitant at the idea, and Sirius had informed that he wouldn't be forced into it; but he did say that it would help with body confidence. Harry took one look at his scrawny form and couldn't agree more. Quidditch was nice, but he it did next to nothing for adding weight or muscles.
Sirius had also splurged, but hadn't gone nearly as crazy as he did for Harry. He had picked out quite a few outfits that we're comfortable and for everyday use, but he didn't want to go too overboard until he was finally free and could go out more. The one thing he did buy that wasn't necessary at all was a new line of colognes, one from a bloke named 'Tommy Hilfiger'. He also got him and Harry a wallet each.
"You'll see why later." Sirius had said at Harry's confused look. Wizards don't carry paper notes, and rarely do you ever see business cards. Harry just shrugged and too the proffered gift.
By lunch time, the stack of pounds was a lot lighter, but they mysteriously didn't have a ton of bags. 'Thank Merlin for house elves." They said on multiple occasions, having left the bags in changing rooms for Dobby to take care of.
They returned to the alley where Dobby had brought them, and not a moment too soon because, Harry's scar started to show and his hair started to change. Sirius wasn't too far behind him, so they call Dobby to bring them back to number four Privet Drive.
Upon reappearing in his room, Harry thought he was in a completely different room than the one he left. The walls were not a dull white. They were now a dark red, similar to that of Gryffindor red with a yellowish gold trim. The room itself was bigger, with a bigger, more cozier bed, and his dresser and desk looked new and bigger as well. The only thing that matched his room at Privet Drive was Hedwig's cage that sat atop his dresser in the corner. There was also a door on the wall he shared with Dudley.
"Oh Dobby!" Sirius exclaimed. "It's beautiful."
Harry's draw dropped. "Dobby did this? Where are we?"
Sirius looked at Harry as if he'd grown another head. "It's your room!"
"This isn't my room!" Harry exclaimed, gesturing to the room wildly.
Sirius and Dobby's faces fell. "You don't like it?"
Harry's attention snapped back to his godfather so fast he could've gotten whiplash. "Like it?" He said indignantly. "I love it!" Sirius and Dobby's faces instantly lit up at his proclamation.
Harry now had a room that he was proud to call his own. No more was he in a prison cell, now he was in a room that... that... that felt like he was home."
"Thank you." Harry said thickly.
Sirius smiled at him, coming forward to wrap him in a hug. "Don't thank me, Prongslet. Thank Dobby."
Harry looked towards Dobby, who was blushing from the praise and having made his master, no friend, happy.
"Thank you, Dobby." Harry said sincerely with a smile. "It's amazing."
"Yous be most welcome, Mas - Harry." Dobby said.
Harry released Sirius from the hug, but still had an arm wrapped around his waist as he surveyed the room again. He was completely blown away by it, but two things caught his attention.
"Dobby, have you seen Hedwig?" Harry asked, but it was Sirius who answered.
"I hope you don't mind." Sirius started a bit sheepishly. "I sent a letter to Remus this morning."
Harry's face fell. "But he knows my owl."
Sirius looked confused at the statement. "Yeah?"
Harry ran a hand through his hair. He liked Remus. He really did. He connected with the man, and he was his father and Sirius' best friend, but he didn't know much about him. He still had unanswered questions. He just didn't know if Remus would tell Dumbledore on the grounds of trying to keep him and Sirius safe.
"I'm sorry, Sirius." Harry said eventually, showing feelings on his face. "I like Remus, and I know he's your best friend; but they're certain things that I just don't know about him or understand. I mean... What if he tells Dumbledore?"
Sirius opened his mouth to say something, but closed it. He appeared to be contemplating Harry's words, even second guessing his sending of the letter. Eventually, he released a deep breath before looking at Harry. "I understand your concern. I really do."
Harry went to say something, but Sirius held up his hand to stop him. "I know how you feel, and trust me, I have my own words for Remus." Sirius said that in a tone that implied he definitely would be having more than just a word with the werewolf. "But he is my best friend, and the only remaining friend I have on this earth. He's got a lot of explaining to do, but so do I."
Sirius looked as though he had so much to say on the matter, and Harry could see the emotions warring within him. Oddly enough, Harry could understand the dilemma. Both thought the other were traitors, Remus probably thought Sirius to be dead to him, and Sirius probably wondered why Remus thought him guilty; though Sirius thought Remus was the traitor. The entire situation was so messed up, and it's been that way for twelve long years. The two marauders probably have a lot of hashing out to do before things could go back to the way they were. Harry would be a selfish idiot to try and deny him that.
"I understand Sirius." Harry said suddenly. "Maybe not entirely, but I do see why you would want to reach out to him. I'm just worried about his reaction to seeing a letter from you, using my owl."
Sirius nodded. "I know, and I understand too, pup. I'll think things through a little better next time, okay?"
Harry nodded, feeling better, but not all the way relaxed. They would both know the state of things when Remus sent a response. Hopefully the response wouldn't be a visit from Dumbledore.
During their talk, Dobby had popped away, and popped back in with their lunch. He made them sandwiches and got them crisps, along with a pitcher of pumpkin juice. Sirius said they needed to eat quickly because, they had an appointment at Gringotts to get to in an hour, and it was considered rude to show up on-time or Merlin forbid, late.
It was as Harry sat down his glass of pumpkin juice and grab another sandwich that he noticed the other thing he had a question about.
"Hey Sirius." Harry said, nodding in the direction of the other door. "What's that for?"
For those of you worrying about Remus bashing, don't fret. He just has some explaining to do, as does Sirius. It will be somewhat of how I imagined their first real one on one to have gone after Sirius escapes and is on the run.
Also, Dumbledore won't be bashed either, he just has some explaining to do as well. He'll still have his secrets for his reasons, but I don't believe in beating a dead horse.
Also also, I'm sure you'll see changes/differences in this fic's Harry that'll give him a different outlook on life. It may or may not result in him becoming distant with some people, and closer with others.
And for those of you wondering, I have certain headcanons/ideas. Some of my own, others I have read, and will use that'll be universal across my fanfics...
Charlus is James' dad
The Potter's are a grey family full of badasses with Latin origins
Harry will grow to be a confident BAMF(how and why will differ between fics).
Harry's name is actually Hadrian, and his friends and family call him Harry(or whoever tf he decides earns that right).
Don't f*ck with a Potter