Disclaimer: Again I don't own anything recognisable. I hope you enjoy the story. I probably won't put the disclaimer on every chapter, everyone is well aware I don't own Harry Potter or anything to do with the world, just the changes that I have made.
Harry woke up, expecting to be surrounded by bodies but was instead he was in a bed, a comfy bed covered in blankets which was much different than his usual accommodations. Slowly he began to remember what had happened before passing out. A man with familiar eyes claiming to be his father. He had killed the people who had him in order to save the man.
He couldn't help but wonder if that was a wise decision but then again, he was not bound to the bed, he was free. He slipped out of bed and noticed he was wearing the same clothing as before, he wasn't hurt or bound to the bed. The door was opened just a crack but enough to show that he had free reign. He could not figure out what he thought about that.
He crept across the floor, silently. His bare feet making not a single sound as he stepped down the stairs slowly until he could hear speaking, they were talking about him, unaware that he could over hear or just not caring if he did.
"Your right Sirius, no one can know what happened we will keep our silence, say we found your son in a muggle orphanage or something."
"Thank you," he said, the gratefulness in his voice clear. "He's only 10 years old, a little boy. He does not need to be watched like a monster, no one would ever understand that necromancy may be a dark art but it's not evil."
"He's your son Sirius, we get it. He's powerful though, merlin I've heard of necromancers but never to that level. How do you plan on dealing with things?"
"I don't know, I got to first make sure he's okay, he had no life-threatening injuries though his ribs are bruised and he had some bruises on his face. I'll make sure he's okay and then we will see from there. I have lost nearly 9 years with my son. My baby boy and I don't know what he's been put through in that time. He's just a little boy, who could hurt a little boy," his voice broke on that statement. Someone had hurt his baby boy.
"Sirius, I know we just saw him kill 12 people..."
That angered the man, "they deserved it," Sirius said cutting him off.
"I know, I know but I'm going to guess that that wasn't a new thing. Harrys been missing since he was 7 years old. That's nearly three years. We don't know if those pricks had him that entire time. If they did, even if they taught him necromancy, three years is not enough to learn the art but we were probably not the only people he was told to kill," The man speaking said in a placating voice but he had to make sure that Sirius was aware of the facts.
All Sirius heard was that he had killed. "He didn't have a choice Bill."
"We know, he's just a boy and it's not his fault but he's going to need help dealing with that when the time comes. He's going to probably need counselling and to talk to someone about what happened. If people find out though, James Potters son or not, he's still your son and you're a Black. There's enough stigma on your family as it is. People will think he's the next Bellatrix Lestrange," The man labelled Bill stated. He was not judging, just stating a fact.
"I know," Sirius said hating the fact that his baby would be judged on something out of his control. "I will protect him from all that, he's my son. The only reason I've stayed sane for 9 years in Azkaban was knowing that one day I was going to break out or someone would realize that I was wrongfully convicted and I would be able to see my son. He's my life."
Harry crept closer to the room, he saw that there were the six from the building. Three were redheads, one the man who claimed to be his father. One of the men was a werewolf, another had long greasy black hair. "If he is as powerful as he appeared, there is no way that he cannot continue practicing Necromancy," the man with greasy black hair stated. "He is not just a beginner, he is a full-fledged necromancer. He will never be able to stop practicing."
Sirius was too annoyed not seeing the underlying meaning from the statement. "I don't care Severus, he's my son."
"I'm not saying it to say that," the man, 'Severus' challenged annoyed. "You need to know, there are no full necromancers in England. He will need to continue safely practicing or it will cause him pain. No one least of all the group of us would be speaking against the boy. We just need to make sure everyone is clear on the facts if we are going to stand by your side and protect him. Dumbledore will never accept that he's a necromancer. Same as he refused to accept that you were his father. He likes thing wrapped into neat packages. Light is light, dark is dark, good, evil, normal whatever categories he wants to place. Hyderen is a 10 year old who's the most powerful necromancer likely on the planet who has a higher death toll then each of us. He won't fit into categories. We need to decide how we can best protect your son."
"Sorry," Sirius said cringing realizing that he was jumping to conclusions. "I just...he's my baby boy."
Not one of them blamed the man. "We know Sirius, we get it," the werewolf agreed. "We will be with you every step of the way we just need to be sure that we have things settled before anyone finds out that we tracked him down."
"I think we should also talk to the boy, he's probably a bright kid, he'd have some opinions as well," one of the two younger redheads stated, Bill.
"Your right," Sirius agreed. "I just don't want to overwhelm him."
"But Bills right, it's his life and we need to be sure he's willing," the other redheaded boy stated. "We can ask him now."
This got him odd looks, Harry realized that he was seen. "He's asleep," Sirius stated as the floor creaked as he tried to back up, the noise caused most of them to jump. That action however caused Harry to jump back and fall over. "Merlin are you okay," Sirius demanded going to him but he pulled himself away. Sirius stopped before he reached him knowing the movement was done through pure fear, his baby boy was afraid of him. "I'm not going to hurt you Harry. I promise. Did you hurt yourself falling?"
He shook his head, his long black hair shifting over his eyes as he did so, he pulled himself to his feet. They couldn't help but compare him to a terrified animal with how he backed himself into the wall. "Harry, I'm Bill, this is Charlie, our dad Arthur, Remus, Severus and that's Sirius, I figured since we all know your name you should know ours," Bill said gently to him. Harry watched him through his bangs, they could only see slivers of his green eyes.
"What do you want from me," he whispered though he got some of an idea from his ease dropping but he needed to know. "I don't want to kill anyone. I won't do it."
Sirius gave him a gentle smile as he knelt down to be eye level with him. That fact hurt, knowing that the boy had been forced to kill but at the same time, it was a relief to know that he did not want to. "You know, that statement makes me really happy Harry because I don't want you to ever have to kill anyone ever again. I don't know how long you were there but I want you to know that no one here will ever make you do anything that you don't want to do."
Harry glanced up at him before looking back at his feet. "You said you're my father, why should I believe you?"
"I can understand why you don't, I wasn't there for you. We have the same eyes, we have the same birthmark at the base of our foot, we can do tests to prove it," Sirius stated, wanting to convince him, wanting to show him that they had no intention of hurting him. "Anything you want to prove it okay."
Harry looked at him, Sirius froze as the boys eyes darkened, the signs of him doing necromancy now apparent. The shadows began creeping but instead of forming a canine, a man seemed to take shape. Harry looked to him as he began to take a more solid form. Sirius staggered back, falling recognizing the man who bowed to Harry. "Tell me the truth," Harry said coldly, his voice echoing in power.
The ghost of a man seemed to smile, "I am your carrier, Sirius Black is your father as well my son," he rasped before looking to Sirius. "Take care of him."
The form dropped into smoke before fading completely. "James," Sirius whispered shocked before turning to his son. "Hyderen, was that."
"So you're my dad," he whispered, no longer holding power in his voice, he just sounded like a scared little boy.
Sirius focused on the here and now and put seeing James into the back of his mind. "Yeah I am Harry. I promise you, you will be safe here son, I promise no one will ever hurt you when I'm around. I am so sorry I've not been there, there is no ways to describe how sorry I am, there is no explanation good enough to explain me not being there for you but I will do everything in my power to protect you from this moment on."
"Being in prisons an okay reason," he whispered shakily. "Better than most."
It was a reason but it didn't make his absence from his sons life okay. "Still not good enough," Sirius returned needing to make it up to his baby boy. "I'll do better though. Please believe me."
He nodded believing him. He did not know where this left him but Harry couldn't help but believe the man.