The Shadow of the Wizarding World

by jamnaz79

At the end of 2nd year Dobby was not fast enough to stop Lucius Malfoy from unleashing the Killing Curse at Harry. The result is the soul of the Dark Lord within the boy has been destroyed releasing bits and pieces of the knowledge and power of the Dark Lord to the boy. Harry's life from 2nd year onwards and how he will cope. Grey Harry, No Slash, Multi pairings, Weasley bashing

14. The Dogfather

discreteThe Shadow of the Wizarding World

By: Jamnaz79

Beta: NedryOS

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Note: I do not own Harry Potter for the book, movies, etc etc etc. Nor do I claim to.

-SotWW-

The Minister stepped forward with a smile towards the reporters then the students, "It is my great pleasure to announce due to the hard work of the Aurors and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement that Lord Sirius Orion Black has turned himself in to custody. He has placed himself into the hands of the Ministry and undergone magical oaths and veritaserum. It has been determined with the statements by Lord Potter that Lord Black is innocent of all charges."

My Godfather is a free man! The thought ran through Harry's head as he smiled brightly after hearing the Minister of Magic's words. The room seemed to be forgotten, until the discreet squeeze to his backside from Tonks brought him out of his reverie. He looked up at Minister Fudge looking at him expectantly. "I am sorry Minister, I fear I was caught surprised at your wonderful announcement."

The man offered a bright happy smile for the boy, "I asked Harry if you would like to come see him?"

"Of course, thank you Minister!" The boy smiled to the politician. He reached upwards with his left hand to brush back his black locks of hair, "Would it be okay with Hogwarts if I were to leave?"

"Harry, my boy, you are officially a Lord of the Land and Head of your family. You are not required to stay at Hogwarts on the weekends provided that you are keeping acceptable grades. I would not abuse that too much though." The grin that the Minister gave reached the man's eyes as he gave away a bit of information that surely the Headmaster would not wish to have released.

"Interesting." Harry considered how best to use this information. "Perhaps I will be able to get an escort in the future when necessary to leave the grounds." Harry spoke as he gave a sidelong glance towards Tonks. Then his eyes snapped back to the Minister with a smile, "If I remember right you were planning a promotional event in a few weeks for the Montrose Magpies? I am sure House Potter could arrive as a show of support for you."

The Minister chuckled at the offer with a smile, "If House Potter and family were to come as a show of support I am certain an escort could be arranged to the charity event."

"I will look forward to it and be prepared with an appropriate donation necessary." Harry bowed his head respectfully before turning his gaze towards Narcissa and Tonks, "Narcissa shall we go and see how the Lord of House Black is doing?"

Narcissa turned and looked for her son before giving him a motion to join them. Once the boy came over she gave him a kiss on the forehead which caused the blonde child to wiggle his nose in dismay and whine, "Mother, not in public!"

The beautiful lady brushed down the hair of the blonde boy as the group left the great hall. A few snickers were given as Draco was mothered in public. Harry himself had to bite his bottom lip to keep a straight face. The Blacks and an escort of Aurors including Madam Bones left the school apprarating to the designated entry area in the main chamber of the Ministry of Magic.

The chamber was quite impressive, making even Gringotts' main floor look bleak by comparison. The two main attractions were a massive banner of Minister Fudge and the Main Fountain. To some, the fountain was a symbol of peace and prosperity, to others, it was a symbol of wizardkind lording over "lesser" races. Some felt this was right of them, others not so much. Harry noticed neither. The boy was lost in thoughts over the current successes of his plans and considering where to go next with them. The large party meandered towards the lifts which brought them to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Harry barely noticed that instead of going to Madam Bones' office the group was brought to a side chamber, a meeting room.

Harry walked into the chamber and saw a long narrow room with a huge wooden table in the middle. The chamber had three people seated at the table on the side of the room. The first was a plain looking man with brown hair and eyes; he had a narrow face and slender build. If he was in a crowd of people nobody would be able to easily pick him out. Harry had gotten the chance to meet the man once before and his name was Ted Tonks. Next to him and beside the man at the head of the table was an older version of Nymph's natural form. Andromeda was a beautiful and elegant woman with high noble cheekbones and dark black hair and eyes; she sat next to the final man in the room.

The last in the room was the one that drew the eye of Harry. He had seen pictures of him, but that was before his time of incarceration. That time away in Azakaban had turned the man into a ghost of his former self. Gone were the eyes filled with fun and adventure and in their place was a look of loss and horrors that should not have been seen. Lines of worry creased the man's forehead marring his classical look of nobility, but a smile was given as the boy entered the room. Slowly Sirius Orion Black rose from his seat ignoring the talk of his cousin as his eyes locked onto the boy.

The sliding of a chair was all of the notice given before Sirius walked up to Harry sweeping him up into his arms, "Pup."

The word was a whisper that caught on to memories of the past, memories that Harry had thought he didn't have. He remembered a strange house that felt warm and friendly, a flash of red hair and a right deep laugh of his godfather as he bounced on the man's knee. Harry looked up into the eyes of the man again as he felt tears against his cheeks a whispered word on his tongue, "Padfoot."

A large hand ruffled Harry's hair and brought him out of his memories to look up into the face of his godfather. The Black Lord whispered softly, "I know what you did and I can't say how proud I am of you Pup. I know your father would be too. We will talk of it all soon together."

Harry gave a squeeze to the hand of his godfather as he stepped aside to watch the man turn his gaze onto Nymph with a smile. Harry whispered softly to Sirius as he stepped away, "She wants to only be called Nymphadora Padfoot." Then Harry stepped to the side of the room crossed his arms to wait and watch the show.

Sirius turned from his godson to look at his niece with a bright smile, "Little Nymphadora. You grew up very nicely."

The man started to walk towards the woman with his arms open to give her a hug only to meet her eyes. When their eyes met a vision passed before his gaze almost as if he was trying to use legilimency. In this vision he received a swift knee to the nuts. Their gaze broke just as the woman called to Sirius, "Call me Tonks not Nymphadora!"

The man groaned in artificial pain as he leaned over a second only to hear a snicker from the woman. A soft chuckle of laughter drew the attention of the Lord from Tonks. Sirius turned to glare at Harry who offered a smile, "A poor prank for welcoming a Marauder home. I will have to find one better."

Sirius shook off the pain from his niece then turned his gaze towards the blonde haired with black streaks woman who had her son at her side. "Narcissa, I am told that you took part in my gaining of freedom."

The elegant lady offered a polite smile as she inclined her head, "I had a small part to play, my Lord Black. Lord Potter was the true architect, along with his solicitor, Mr. Greengrass."

The rail thin man took a few steps forward till he was right before the woman. His hollowed eyes meeting her gaze as slowly he reached out to grasp her left arm with a hesitant touch, "I am appreciative of what you have done cousin. Please know that if there is anything I can do to repay your kindness then I shall do so."

Narcissa gave Sirius a gracious smile as a hint of crimson touched her cheeks, a whisper came out, "Thank you My Lord Black." She cleared her throat and spoke again in a stronger voice I do not believe you have met my son. This is Draco, Heir of House Malfoy. Draco please properly greet Lord Black."

Harry watched Draco making a sophisticated greeting to his godfather with a smile. The boy may be part fop but sometimes he did have style. Perhaps it was something he should work on for the future and his own political career, better manners and customs. It was also another thing that he would need Hermione to study if his plan for her was to work properly. A consideration crossed his mind as he studied Draco and thought of Hermione but not before his lips cracked into an evil grin. Oh yes, the former pureblood bigot tutoring the former 'mudblood trash' would be quite a coup.

The family talked together for a good half an hour before Harry cleared his throat drawing attention to himself, "I think there is some family business we shall need to discuss and while the Ministry has been kind enough to offer this chamber perhaps it would be better to do it at a secure location instead?"

He looked around and saw the nods of most of the individuals then smiled, "We can go back to my flat if everyone wishes, it is not large but it should work for the day."

"No Pup, I have a better place that will work, " Sirius interrupted with his marauder grin as he twisted the heavy golden ring with a large onyx gemstone etched with the letter B in the middle band on his finger, "besides I think I will get a kick out of showing my dear old mum the family ring."

An hour later had the gathered families related to House Black walking through the doors of 12 Grimmauld Place. The eighteenth century style townhouse was the city London home of the Black Family. While the family had numerous residences in other locations, most notably a Caribbean island and castle on the southeastern coast, most often the family head had stayed here near the political power of Wizarding Britain. Unfortunately, it appeared that the place was in disarray with dust and debris all over the chambers, as if nobody had lived there for close to a decade. In truth, that was because nobody had been there for over a decade.

The wards of the house easily allowed Sirius to walk through them and escort the family. Upon reaching the door he took the handle which pricked his finger drawing a bit of blood before the door swung open. The view inside was a simple entry corridor with imported marble flooring and a small closet for coats to be hung. While there were abundant cobwebs and dust in the chamber there was still a feel of power, wealth, and prestige in the old house.

Though most of the guests had been there when Lord Arcturus or Lord Cygnus were alive, Sirius guided a modest tour of the home. From the entry corridor the house opened up into a broad foyer with a grand staircase cycling up three levels. A massive fireplace was built into the far right wall out of the black marble; next to it a staircase spiraled to the upper floors While above the staircase hung a row of house elf heads mounted to the stone. The room was filled with furniture that appeared to be expensive on sight with luxurious taste but dated. The chamber branched off into four separate hallways. The hallway on the right seemed to run towards the kitchen. To the left was a hallway that had multiple chambers off of it which according to Sirius was the Library and sitting rooms. The far back wall had two hallways which contained guest chambers, a formal meeting room, and a banquet hall and ballroom. The second floor was traditionally reserved for House Black family and extended family members that were staying and the third floor was reserved for the master and heir of the Household only. Each of the levels was spelled with wards and heavy protections.

Harry walked along beside Sirius as they entered his home. The man was excited to have his godson here finally with him. "Harry, now that I am free I expect you to live here with me. We lost a lot of time but I plan to make up for that."

"You have no idea how much I would love that, Padfoot, but you need to recover." Harry disagreed and raised his hand to stop the argument from starting, "I will be in school anyways for now. We can spend the Yule holidays together. But, we need to get you a few beautiful mediwitches to nurse you back to health first."

Sirius smiled at his godson at the thought while he could hear a sniff of disdain coming from Narcissa, "I am certain I will be able to find some proper healers to take care of me."

The pair was interrupted by Nymph tripping over an umbrella stand made from a troll's foot. She fell down and a painting above her seemed to wake up at the same time. The painting was of a noble looking woman with long dark hair and eyes, her face looked very much like Sirius own facial structure. The noble woman in the painting looked startled at the sight of so many people and started to screech, "What are you doing here? No traitorous son of mine should be in this house! Be gone blood traitors! Kreacher get rid of these fools!"

A pop was heard as an ancient and ragged looking house elf appeared before the painting. "Mistress called Kreacher. Kreacher come for Mistress!"

Harry stepped over to help Nymph up from her fallen state as he saw Sirius handling the situation out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't help but notice Narcissa seeming to have a smirk of enjoyment at the events unfolding.

A few minutes passed as Sirius and Narcissa talked to the painting and house elf. The raven haired boy whispered to Nymph as he reached over to brush some dust off of the chest area of her robes to help her out, "Always clumsy there Nymph. I can't take you anywhere."

The pink haired girl shot a glare back at the boy before giving him a pinch at his backside, "Keep wiping my boobs in public Harry and I might need to call the Aurors. Besides that troll's foot tripped me!"

Harry blinked as he looked down at his hand realizing where he was wiping and quickly withdrew it with a blush. He cleared his throat before whispering back, "Indeed, the umbrella stand just happened to reach out and trip just you. I guess Aurors aren't very nimble."

"Maybe someday I will show you how nimble I am Harry." Nymph called out before cackling at the sight of Harry's cheeks again blushing. "You are falling out of practice for controlling your metamorphmagus."

Harry rolled his eyes with a grin before dancing away from the girl towards his godfather. He stepped to beside Sirius as the man was still arguing with the House Black elf, "Kreacher, you will clean this place properly. It is filthy."

"Blood traitor is dirty master so has dirty place. Kreacher do what must, spit in food of blood traitor." The House elf mumbled under his breath barely able to be heard.

Sirius noticed Harry walking up next to him and reached out to give the boy a squeeze on the shoulder, "Kreacher, furthermore you will listen to Harry here and follow his commands as if they were my own. He is my godson."

"Nasty blood traitor's heir is not fit…" The elf started to mumble under his breath before looking up at the face of Harry and blinking in surprise. The creature slowly reached out towards Harry to touch the boy's hand. Just before their hands connected, a spark flashed between them. A second after the jolt the decrepit house elf disappeared with a pop.

Harry turned to look at Sirius in confusion but the man's face displayed the same look. Before he could ask anything of his godfather, the house elf reappeared before them with a locket. The locket was finely crafted made of gold and emeralds. One side was etched with a large S. Kreacher held it out towards Harry and begged him to take it, "Kreacher try to break locket as Master Regulus wanted but couldn't. Kreacher tried everything Master! Master break this for Kreacher! The Kreacher be good elf for true master!"

The raven haired boy blinked in surprise, his eyes kept locked onto the locket. Darkness seemed to cling to the locket, a darkness that he had felt twice before. He opened his mouth then closed it slowly with a frown. Taking a deep breath he reached forward to slowly take the locket from the house elf with a slight cringe at the feelings emanating from it, "Thank you Kreacher. I will destroy the locket for you and Master Regulus. You have my word. Kreacher is now a good elf."

The eyes of the ancient house elf opened wide in surprise. A tear of happiness rolled down the cheek of the little monster as he reached forward to hug Harry tightly almost dancing for joy. "Thank you Master. Kreacher is so pleased to have master. Master Harry is great master unlike ugly blood traitor. Kreacher lucky to have Master as Master!"

The boy gave an awkward pat on the back of the house elf as he caught Nymph out of the corner of his eye. She and several others barely contained their amusement. He slid away the locket and smile, "Kreacher if you go and prepare the dining hall and start to clean the house properly I will let you watch as I destroy the locket. Will you help my house elf clean the house properly so it will impress any visitors of the Noble House of Black?"

"Yes Master, Kreacher will go do so now!" The words were followed by a burst of light as the House elf disappeared.

Harry turned towards his godfather, doing his best to act unaffected by the sudden changes in the elf. Sirius however was fishing for flies and having trouble forming words. "How…. what… Harry… the bloody hell?"

Mr. Greengrass stepped forward, frowning. "Um, Harry, for all intents and purposes, according to the law, House Potter just stole an elf from House Black. I know you're allies and related by magic, but in the eyes of the law this is pretty serious and we need to take care of it right away."

Harry understood the sincerity of the words, and saw that Ted Tonks was nodding as well, but he couldn't help himself. "No, no, no. Didn't you hear Kreacher? This is ugly Sirius." Harry pointed at his godfather.

The whole room groaned, except for Sirius who swept up Harry in a big hug. "I'm so proud of you pup."

A few hours later found the family gathered in a clean dining hall. The chamber was a large room filled with paintings of House Black members of the past. An ancient black oak table sat on white marble imported from the Far East. The room had been cleaned to a spotless shine by Kreacher and Dobby whom were now clearing away dinner plates.

Harry turned his eyes over the gathered family with a smile. He actually had a real family now. There was the Tonks family, the Malfoy family and now his godfather. For a brief moment Harry had to fight back tears of happiness. They were squashed away as he took a deep breath and raised his goblet of wine, "A toast!"

The attention of everyone was drawn to the boy as he smiled glowingly and affectionately at each person, "So far my life has been lived without the comforts of a family. I never knew what a blessing it was to have such a thing. I can now say though that I am blessed and honored to be a part of the Black Family. I wanted to say thank you to each of you for allowing me to join your life."

Narcissa raised her own goblet after everyone finished taking a sip to the toast, "Familia Primum, Familia Semper."

The group talked together over different family members and relatives of the past. The Black family used to be a large family but over time they had dwindled in number to the small gathered group. From what Harry understood there had been numerous cousins and family members that had dwindled with the rise of Tom Riddle. Those in the family that had lighter, neutral, or even simply less actively dark leanings seemed to disappear off of the face of the earth, mostly assumed to be dead. His own grandmother was one of those relations, she had been killed by a "sudden localized outbreak of dragon-pox."

Given that the Blacks were predominantly Dark for many generations, it was unlikely many of their squib children had survived being blasted from the family tree, but that still meant some would have. Harry frowned as he considered, if they had once been magical, could not their children and grandchildren had become magical? It would be something to look into; it was possible there might even be other Blacks and Potters and other descendants of pureblood squibs out there in the world that did not know who they were. His own mother after all had never known and considered herself a muggleborn. He would need to have a study done and some tracking of family lines. Perhaps the James Potter foundation could be used to track the hereditary lines. It might make it easier to determine where magical children were likely to be born.

The evening passed and the enjoyment and talk quieted down. Sirius had taken Harry to show him around his future home and now stood in the Black Family Library together. Sirius spoke up, "You know Harry, I owe you my life for getting the dementors off of me."

Harry ran his hand along the spines of the library with a smile, "I know Sirius. But, that doesn't matter."

"I disagree Pup."

Harry shook his head and but kept his gaze on the good titles with a studied determination that a Ravenclaw might admire. He spoke up with a smile, "Again it does not matter. You are giving me a family Sirius even if I am just a godson. You are giving me a chance to be a part of something."

The sunken face and shallow eyes took on a sadness as he frowned at his godson, "Harry you are not just a godson. You are like a son to me."

Harry looked up now towards his godfather with a warm smile, "I just wish I could be your son Padfoot. Then I would have a blood family always."

The room fell into silence for a moment as Harry broke away his burning emerald eyes to look at the spines again. A few minutes later Sirius broke the silence, "There is a way to have you join as my son. There are blood rituals that will allow it to take place."

The waxy skinned man paused his words as Harry looked back towards him awaiting him to continue, "Harry Potter would you become my son and heir, Harry Potter-Black?"

Harry smiled brightly to the man as his emerald eyes flashed killing curse green in the torchlight of the room. "Yes Godfather, I would be honored to be your son."

The pair shared stories into the night. Kreacher popped in from time to time to bring Harry a butterbeer and Sirius a few glasses of fire whiskey. Harry learned of stories of his parents and new father. He learned about their adventures and school and James' disastrous courtship of Lily Evans for years.

"So you are the Gryffindor Seeker I hear?" Sirius questioned his godson with a smile. "Your father played some seeker but he was always a better chaser."

"I was the seeker but I quit this year after some difficulties with a few of the teammates." Harry frowned at he admitted the situation. "But, I have a different desire."

"Oh, what desire is this?" Sirius perked up interested but a little confused that Harry no longer was playing Quidditch. What boy would drop being seeker for the Gryffindor team?

"I am hoping to enter the fifteen and under division of the duelist tournament this Summer in France." Harry spoke up tentatively before he smiled at his godfather, "That is of course, if you will allow us to go there? I had thought perhaps we could together go visit Turkey where my mother's family was from at first during summer. I hear there are some beautiful beaches there and along the Greek Isles. Perhaps we might find a Mother and Daughter there." Harry already knew Sirius was caught, hook line and sinker.

Sirius barked out a laugh and smile, "Oh looking for beautiful daughters?"

Harry returned the smile with a impish grin, "Every Lord needs to find some experience in the good things in life, Father."

Sirius threw his arm over the shoulder of the boy with a grin, giving him a squeeze, "Now I know why I went to prison. I got to skip the difficult years of raising a child and changing nappies right to enjoying the fun chasing skirts. Do you have any girls that you are after so far?"

Harry stood up and walked over to the bookcases to escape that conversation, or at least turn his back so the blush was not present as he thought about Nymph. "Not yet Father. But someday soon perhaps I will find a few. Perhaps when we travel this summer I can learn how to properly charm a lady from the master." If he had been in his dog form, Padfoot's tail would have been wagging away at the expert ego stroking.

Sirius grinned at the boy then sipped from a glass of iced fire whiskey. The man fell into his own thoughts for a time. Harry had noticed that often the man was jovial and outgoing just like his mother had written about. Remus had been the brains, his father the leader of making trouble but Sirius had been the playboy, the outgoing star of the group that could charm an eskimo to buy an ice maker if he wanted. Yet, Harry could see when he lapsed into silence the man seemed to lose himself to deep dark thoughts. Perhaps it was the effects of Azkaban on the man. He was in the hellhole too long. Far, far too long.

Sirius broached a formal topic with the boy breaking his silence and Harry's thoughts about his adoptive father, "Harry tell me about this foundation you and Narcissa started."

The boy smiled brightly, "Do you wish the public information or the full information?"

An eyebrow raised slowly on the face of the former convict and he chuckled, "Hah! I knew I sensed a snake underneath the lion. You've been spending too much time with our family!" Sirius was only teasing Harry, as both knew full well it took many traits to make a person. Bravery, loyalty, intelligence, and cunning, on their own, were worthless. Sirius smiled, "The full information, of course."

"Very well but I know you would never betray my trust, but the only way to make your magic fight to prevent others from gaining this information is to ask for an oath. Only Narcissa and I know of the whole plan. We had already decided that, after you are better, " you would be read in, so to speak."

Sirius studied the boy as he wandered again around the library. He noticed that Harry had pulled off the shelves a book called Magic of the Mind, Protect your Thoughts and seemed to be flipping through it as he awaited the oath. He let out a half drunken sigh, "I, Sirius Orion Black, swear on my life and magic that I will not reveal the information told to me in confidence by Harry James Potter-Black to anyone without his leave. So mote it be."

Harry walked over to the seat where Sirius was and placed down the book onto his own chair with a smile then reached out and took hold of the arm of his godfather, "I, Harry James Potter-Black accept the oath of my father Sirius Orion Black. So mote it be."

There was a flash of blue between the two. When it faded the boy sat down on the chair next to Sirius, placing the book into his lap, "Can I borrow this book father?"

The man rolled his eyes at the boy changing the topic after the oath, "Yes, you can borrow any book here Harry. What is mine is yours, especially after we do the ritual."

Again Harry was touched by the offer and strange warmth from the man that filled his heart. He couldn't help but wonder if this was what he would have grown up with if his parents had survived. He shook off that thought to try to deal with later on, "The James Potter foundation will serve three purposes. First, it will be an organization for the protection and education of muggleborn children. We will watch over and if needed protect them from abusive muggles and threats from the magical world. When required we will separate them from the abusive parents to find them a magical family to adopt them into. We will help them get educated in the proper customs, history and rituals of our society. Too many muggleborns come to us then leave because they don't understand what it is to be part of the wizarding culture. To them it looks backwards and arrogant and it is because of that belief that they are looked down upon by the purebloods. It starts a vicious cycle that causes Britain to lose some of the best and brightest minds and needed populace to grow and change as the world changes around us. The James Potter Foundation is going to be here to help foster a kick in the ass to the magical world."

Harry smiled as he continued, "The second function is the establishment of a protective, trained and dedicated force that will be ready for when the Dark Lord returns. We are going to start to hire Protectors for the muggleborn children. These protectors will be able to blend into the muggle world around them. They will be hopefully trained in defensive magic up to near Auror levels. I want to see them taught curse breaking, warding, infiltration and tracking skills. It is my hope that we can branch out to offer services like warding of areas that might not be profitable enough for Gringotts to get involved or protection for some businesses that might need a guard like import and export businesses. I have a few other ideas that I think could help make the foundation self-sufficient in time."

Lord Black blinked in surprise as he studied his godson, "You are building a private army. You really think he-who-must-not-be-named will return?"

"I know for a fact that Tom will return. Do you know the prophecy?"

The shake of the head was all Harry needed to know, "The basics are that he shall return and I will be the one that eventually will have to destroy him."

Harry paused a second only before he continued, "Did you ever wonder the reason that Dumbledore mysteriously skipped your trial and allowed Crouch to handle it? Or did you consider the reason that my parents had to go into hiding and were targets for Tom? He came after us because he learned of a prophecy somehow I think through Dumbledore."

The grinding of teeth was heard as Harry growled out, "That was the reason that the bastard has been trying to control my life. Sirius, he views me as a weapon because of that prophecy. He wants me to be his ticket for killing Tom. I am to be his pawn if he had his way."

A frown crossed the lips of Sirius as he listened to his godson, a slight bit of confusion came to his eyes, "Tom?"

"Tom Marvelo Riddle is the half-blood son of the Gaunt family and the muggle Tom Riddle. He is Lord Voldemort." Harry drew his wand and wrote in the air the letters of the man's name just as Tom had done in the chamber of secrets. Then he swished his wand as the letters reformed to become I am Lord Voldemort.

Sirius stood up from his chair holding his whiskey in hand as he walked up to the small lit fireplace. The flames dancing caused shadows to appear on his narrow, pale features almost akin to a vampire from lack of sun. "So let me understand this. James and Lily were killed because somehow Tom, who is the Dark Lord, learned of a prophecy. He learned this perhaps through Dumbledore somehow that you would be the one to kill the bastard. After my friends were murdered you were forced to live with those horrid excuses for muggles, whom I will kill someday. While I was left to rot in Azkaban without a trial even though he could have done one as Chief Warlock, and all of this was so he could control you."

Harry placed the book onto a side table before standing up to walk to the side of Sirius, "Yes Padfoot, That about sums up the situation. I expect that Dumbledore will continue to try to get control over me."

The sound of glass hitting the floor mixed with whiskey splashing was heard as Sirius' grip shattered the glass, "I will have you withdrawn from Hogwarts at once for private study or transfer to a different school. I won't let you be controlled by that man. Perhaps I can have Remus come teach you. He was almost the best of us in school."

A grimace came over the face of Harry, "Sirius…"

But the man didn't hear the boy as he continued, "I will find a way to keep him away. Perhaps there could be a lawsuit or two against the man.."

"Padfoot!"

Despite the cry of the boy the man still was in his own world as he continued to plan out loud, "We could always just move to one of the residences in the Caribbean or France and Germany. French women are a wonderful treat. I wonder if the Delacour family still owns those vineyards with house Black. Yes, definitely it has to be French over German for women especially with those beaches."

"Father!" Harry shouted at the man and finally he broke out of his thoughts to look at the boy in surprise. The raven haired boy smiled at the man, "I thank you for the plans but I am fine where I am. As much as he is trouble, we need him for now Padfoot. He is a good target to have out there instead of myself. Plus, I am using him and the teachers at Hogwarts for extra training to get ready for what is to come while we prepare ourselves."

Harry caught his breath before he continued, "Besides, I do not want anything to do with Professor Lupin."

Sirius frowned at that as he opened his mouth to speak Harry held up a hand, "Think about it Padfoot. I was alone for all of my life and one of my father's best friends never bothered to check on me. He never did anything while I was attacked and abused daily. He never even came to meet me when I first went to Hogwarts. It is only now when Dumbledore needed a link to you and me that Remus mysteriously shows up like he never was at fault for anything. How can we trust him?"

"But, he is Moony." Sirius spoke up as if that said everything to Harry.

The boy slowly shook his head with a frown, "Maybe he has a reason, maybe I can someday forgive him Sirius. But, for now, till he proves otherwise I consider him a creature of Dumbledore."

Harry looked over to the grandfather clock in the corner then smiled sadly seeing it was two in the morning. He picked up the book that he had pulled from the shelves, "I need to rest Padfoot. Tomorrow I must return to school and deal with Snape's potions."

The boy was stopped as he reached the door as he heard his godfather speak up, "Pup, on Christmas we will do the ritual to make you my son."

Slowly he turned his emerald eyes towards Sirius with a mischievous grin, "Then it will be the best Christmas gift that I have ever received father. Good night padfoot and enjoy your mediwitches. I picked them out for you."

Omake

It had been two weeks since Harry had gone back to school and Sirius was looking forward to his home visit from these beautiful mediwitches. He had heard from Harry that they were requested from afar because how great they were at giving massages to go along with their magic. The magical massages were said to be a mystical experience that would help to cure all wounds. Sirius was only hoping for a Harry Ending. Supposedly they were reknown in Germany for the amazing work that they did. He had spoken to one over the floo and while strangely there was not visual on the international floo call the voice of the woman sounded wonderful.

So it was that Sirius had gotten dressed up with new silk robes of the finest cut. He had gotten his hair styled and even had a cane ready to pimp out to meet the beautiful Helga. He wanted to make the best first impression when he met the woman, if her voice was only half as beautiful as the woman he knew he would enjoy these sesessions.

There was a knock at the door followed by a pop of Kreacher going to answer it. Since Harry had met with the elf, it seemed that it had changed its attitude. Now Kreacher was an amazing House elf, except the cursing at him. Still, it was better than having to worry that his food would contain elf spit. Then again that meatloaf last night did taste funny.

Sirius called out to the elf before it could open the door, "I am coming Kreacher, Please let them in to the main chamber."

He quickly looked around and saw that everything was in order. The fireplace was roaring, the magical record player had a record of Barry white enspelled to play repeatedly. He had a bottle of Taylor Fladgate Scion 1855 Vintage, a three thousand dollar bottle of wine being chilled. The table was setup for the massages with oils was off to the side. Everything was perfect to play the perfect host.

That was until the ogress walked into the room. The woman was about the size of Hagrid in width and height, actually Sirius wasn't certain she didn't have a little bit of Beard. Her nose looked like it had been broken three or four times at least. Her face looked like someone had pinched it till it shrunk to be far too small for her body. The blonde hair of the woman was very straight, plain and matted looking like it could give Snivilleus a run for his money for who had washed it last. It was the arms of the woman that scared Sirius the most. Her arms were the size of tree trunks and more muscular than a troll.

The woman walked into the room and took in the wine, candles and decor of the room with a smile showing a few green teeth. "Good, you prepared for me. Your son told me that you would be ready for the extra special package."

It was at that moment as Sirius was pondering if it was not better to be locked back up in Azkaban that he realized that his future son was truly worthy of being a marauder.

Author Note: I am very sorry for the delay on this chapter. I seemed to have problems writing it specially Sirius for some reason. But, I do have the next chapter already written and with Nedry to be beta'd soon. So it should be up soon for you all. I hope you like the chapter and how the story is going so far. Please give me feedback, I always welcome thoughts of anyone out there for ways to make the story better. I expect there to be only about 3 more chapters for year three before summer hits and there interesting changes start.

6/23/14 edited per suggestions of David305, Thank you David for the help!