AN- Sorry that I forgot to update yesterday, I was sick and home from school all day, which would make you think that I would have had plenty of time to update, but alas, in my sicken state, I forgot. I hope that you enjoy this chapter and thank you for all the reviews so far!

My Parent's Secret Keeper

Chapter Three: I have a Godfather?

Harry grinned as he entered the Burrow, home of his best friend. As he entered the front hall, the Boy-Who-Lived found himself almost tackled by a rib-cracking hug from Mrs. Weasley. "Oh Harry, its so wonderful that you came! I'm so happy that you didn't hesitate to owl Ron about coming to stay here."

"Thank you for having me Mrs. Weasley."

"Anytime dear…oh look at you, you're so thin! What do your relatives feed you? Oh, never mind that I have some treats that I whipped up in the kitchen for you, the least I can do is fatten you up a bit in this week that you'll be staying with us…"

"A week Mrs. Weasley? I thought that I would be staying the summer? Am I going to the Dursleys…?" Harry interrupted.

"No, of course not dear, you'll be…oh look there is Arthur and Ron, I was wondering what was taking them so long."

"Sorry Molly dear, we were just speaking with Shacklebolt and Drawlish for a minute." Mr. Weasley said as he entered the house.

"Ron, why don't you show Harry to the guest room across the hall from yours."

"Alright mum." The two boys left to trudge up the stairs. On the way up Harry tried to interrogate Ron about what Mrs. Weasley had said.

"Where am I going in a week?"

Ron shrugged. "Don't know…Diagon Alley maybe for school supplies?" Inwardly Ron grimaced. Harry would be angry if he realized that his best friend had lied to him. To Ron's great relief, Harry fell for it, and nodded in acceptance.

'He's lying, or avoiding the truth,' Harry thought to himself. He knew that Ron knew more than what he said, but now wasn't the best time to get answers out of his best mate.

They entered the room that Harry had called home most of the last summer, after Ron and the twins had come and 'rescued' him from the Dursleys. Much to Harry's delight, the room was identical to how he had left it. Hedwig had already arrived and was sitting on a beautiful wooden perch in the corner. The room was perfect for Harry. It was modest, but comfortable. There was a nice double bed, almost as comfortable as Harry's four-poster at school, a desk with drawers that would refill themselves with parchment, and a large dresser for Harry to put his things away in.

"So do you want to do unpack first, or play Quidditch first?" Ron asked.

Harry's face light up. He went straight over to his trunk and pulled his Nimbus 2000.

Ron grinned. "Last one there is a troll boogie!"

III

"Harry! Ron! Hermione's just arrived," Mrs. Weasley called outside where the boys were flying. Harry had been at the Burrow for six days and had enjoyed every minute of his visit. Of course, almost every minute was spent playing Quidditch. But he was excited that Hermione would be here. He and Ron were great friends, of course, but Harry had to admit it was more fun to be able to watch Ron and Hermione bicker with each other, as a way of dancing around their feelings for each other.

"What are you grinning about," Ron asked as they landed on the ground. "Now we're going to have to spend the rest of the summer doing homework! Even if we finish everything, Hermione's likely to insist that we study for our OWLs because they're only three years away, and you can never be prepared enough and blah blah bla…"

"Ronald Weasley, I heard that!" Ron's face went a little gray.

"She's standing right behind me isn't she?" Harry nodded and laughed. Ron turned around slowly to be met by a stern-looking Hermione, her hands were on her hips and she was tapping her foot.

"You couldn't have said anything?" Ron mouthed at Harry. Harry shrugged.

"Where's the fun in that?"

"Hi…Hermione…How are you?" Ron asked nervously.

"Fine." She remained in her 'McGonnagal' stance for about five more seconds, seeing how long she could make Ron scrim before her expression softened and she threw her arms around Ron in a hug. Harry watched amused as Ron turned bright red from embarrassment. That is, until Hermione registered that Harry was there too.

"Oh Harry," she cried, giving him a hug too. "I can't believe it! I was sure that there was something that Minister Weasley would be able to do something to prevent this. Are you ok? Oh, of course not, how could you be?"

Harry was very confused. "What are you talking about Hermione?"

"Sirius Black of course!"

"Who's Sirius Black?"

"You godf…for Merlin's sake Ronald stop jumping up and down like that." Hermione snapped at Ron before continuing, in the direction of Harry. "You know who Sirius Black is…"

"Sirius Black is Voldemort?" Ron grimaced at the name.

"No, of course not, he's your godfather who just gained custody of you last week, it was all over The Daily Prophet. You're going to live with him in a day."

"I have a godfather?" It was then that Mrs. Weasley walked out of the house. She froze when she heard Harry's question.

"And I thought Hermione was the smart one…" Ron muttered.

III

"Ok so let me get this straight. I have a godfather whose name is Sirius Black?" Harry, after about an hour of confusion and running around, was now in the Mr. Weasley's study at the Burrow. Mr. Weasley had just finished explaining at least part of the situation to the poor confused, Boy-Who-Lived.

"Yes Harry," Mr. Weasley said.

"And he was assigned my legal guardian after my parents died?" Harry was pacing around the office, ranting.

"Yes, but…"

"And you and everyone else in the world knew this…"

"Yes, Harry-"

"And you didn't see fit TO TELL ME? I could have avoided going to the DURSLEYS?"

"Harry you have to listen to me…"

"No, I don't you sent me to the Dursleys instead of to the man my parents wanted to raise me, I could have grown up with someone who actually cared about me? Who would have told me about being a wizard BEFORE I turned 11?"

"Harry, Sirius Black was responsible for the death of your parents!" Mr. Weasley was finally able to exclaim. Harry fell silent, and sat down heavily in a chair.

"Look Harry, I know that this is shocking and difficult news but-"

"How?" Harry asked quietly.

"Excuse me?"

"How? I thought that Voldemort was the one who killed my parents." Mr. Weasley looked at Harry sadly.

"He was Harry." The minister sighed. "But there is more to the story than that. As I said before, Sirius Black was your father's best friend. James trusted Sirius more than anyone in the world." A lump rose in Harry's throat, just like any other time his parents were mentioned.

"When Lily and James found out that they were danger, and needed to go into hiding, there was one person that James trusted above all others to keep his secret. You see Harry, there is a ritual known as the Fidelus charm. This charm trusts the secret of the location of a person, or in this case, a family, to a single wizard, who is called the Secret Keeper."

Harry realized where this must be going, but kept silent.

"Sirius Black was your parent's Secret Keeper Harry. While he held the secret You-Know-Who could look into the window of your parent's home and not see them at all. Unfortunately-"

"He betrayed them." Harry supplied, feeling numb inside.

"That is what we believe," Mr. Weasley stated. "However, when a Secret Keeper's secret dies, there is no evidence left of the bond. Still, a low-class Auror who was also a close friend with your parents, decided to go after Black shortly after Voldemort attacked. Peter Pettigrew found Black in London, but before he had a chance to get him into custody, Black blew the street up, killing 12 muggles and Pettigrew. However, there were no witnesses, as everyone but him was dead. He was tried, and found innocent, as there wasn't enough evidence against him."

"Innocent until proven guilty," Harry said darkly.

"Exactly."

"Why couldn't you just send him to Azkaban? You knew what he was guilty of!" To say the very least, Harry was angry.

"That's not how the law works Harry," Mr. Weasley scolded. "Every witch and wizard have to be given a free trial, and the Ministry does not get to just decide who is guilty."

"So I really have to live with him? Why didn't I have to before now?"

"We were able to protect by saying that the Dursleys were your last living relatives, and that legally you belonged there. However, Black found a loophole, one that Dumbledore and I looked over."

Harry didn't even bother asking, and just let the man continue.

"Its an ancient law that was created in a time when muggles prosecuted witches and wizards, created just after the law saying that you cannot use magic during the summer. If there is a magical guardian still alive, after the death of a wizard's parents, said wizard will have to go to the magical guardian over any living muggle or squib relatives."

"And there's no way out?" Harry asked hopelessly.

"I'm afraid not. As of tomorrow after noon, you will no longer be Harry James Potter, but rather, under the law, Harry James Black Potter."

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To Snowdrop.Faery- Unfortunately, for him, Dumbledore is powerless against Harry having to move in with Sirius, so he can't say much about the magical protection, especially since he doesn't want Sirius to know about it. For now Harry has spent enough time at the Dursleys for protection to last through the year, later we will just have to see.