(Author's Notes)

Hello again everybody! So, here's the dish-in-the-dirt: my laptop was an old one my Mom had before. She's a teacher so she was on it constantly before she gave it to me. Finally, one day, something got fried in my computer and the screen completely blackout out on me! Power was on and everything it was just…the SCREEN! Anyway, I just decided that I would get a new computer rather than spend the money to get this one fixed. But, when you're a teenager worried about gas and school supplies for your upcoming first year of college, it's kinda hard to save up money for a reeeeaaaallty good laptop! But, I DID IT! I got a brand-spanking new laptop and I am ready to roll again! By the way, only 13 more days and then I'm a freshman in COLLEGE! YAAAY! XD 13 days to catch up on my work! ^/^

Anyway, time to rock-n-roll! Here's one of the chapter's I've been dying to write out for this story. It's time for Harry to confront with Sirius about the truth

(Story)

Harry had managed to sneak his through the main road, up the mountains, and through the tiny town until he reached his final destination: Godric's Hollow. The town was quiet and peaceful as people slept the night sky away. Harry left his dirtbike at the entrance so that he wouldn't wake up the dormant town. He gingerly tip-toed through the main street, inspecting every house and every structure. He then noticed a small cemetery. He entered the cemetery and weaved his way through the graves until one caught his eye. A shimmering white gravestone glimmered in the night, and Harry curiously made his way over until he saw two familiar names.

James Potter. Born March 27th 1960 - Died October 31st 1981

Lily Potter. Born January 30th 1960 - Died October 31st 1981

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

As Harry stared at the names and quote on the gravestone, something suddenly caught his eye. A bouquet of flowers an envelope underneath it was carefully placed in front of the stone. Letting his curiosity get the best of him, Harry picked it up and opened the envelope and began reading.

Dear Lily and James,

Words cannot describe how much I miss you dearly. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you guys and the times that we could've had today. But I still see hope in the future for you two.

Harry has grown and has become a very lovely kid. I know that you two would've been proud of the young man that he's turning into. Heck, I'm proud of him. I'll know that he'll continue to grow into a good person, and do great things for himself. I'll come back as soon as I can.

With much love forever,

Padfoot

As Harry reread the letter and glanced at his birthparents grave, he couldn't help but want to cry. The sudden revelation was overwhelming, and all he wanted to do was curl up into a ball and sob in his knees. But…he wanted to keep on searching, wanted to keep on looking for any signs that this was really the town that his parents died in. He immediately weaved his way out of the graveyard and carefully walked through the town. He didn't have to walk very far to find the remains of a house, the same remains that he saw on the newspaper clipping.

As he stared at the destroyed house, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. His parents or not, there was once a family in those remains. There was once light, laughter, and warmth in that place. Now, it was reduced to nothing but a dark pile of rubble. He walked outside the wall that surrounded the house, inspecting the house. As he rounded a corner, he noticed something else. A plaque stood proudly outside the destroyed house. Harry gingerly stepped toward it and carefully read what was engraved in the stone.

On this spot, on the night of 31 October 1981, Lily and James Potter lost their lives. Their son, Harry, remains the only wizard ever to have survived the Killing Curse. This house, invisible to Muggles, has been left in its ruined state as a monument to the Potters and as a reminder of the violence that tore apart their family.

Harry reread the plaque as his eyes came back to those eerie words.

The only Wizard to ever have survived the killing curse…

Harry stood in shock and in awe, that he could have survived such a terrible ordeal. However, his thoughts were interrupted when he heard the sounds of footsteps approaching from behind him. He listened carefully as he heard the footsteps get closer and closer, until they finally stopped.

"…Harry." A familiar voice whispered. Harry shut his eyes with emotional pain as Sirius quietly called out his name. He kept his eyes closed, but he turned around and leaned against the plaque. He then slid down until he was sitting on the ground. It wasn't until he was on the ground that he opened his eyes and faced Sirius with his eyes. Sirius stood speechless as he stared right back into those young eyes, hazel against green. As Sirius inspected those eyes, he saw no sadness, anger, or stress in the young eyes. There was no emotion whatsoever…except for sheer raw confusion. It pained Sirius to see Harry in so much turmoil. He wanted to pull the broken boy into his arms…but he knew he couldn't. There had been too great a distance place between then in too little time. Instead, Sirius knelt down in front of Harry.

"Harry…what's going through your head? Tell me what you're thinking about." Sirius asked. Harry glanced down at the ground and was surprised to see that he was still holding onto Sirius's letter. He took one more glance at it before handing it back to Sirius, making sure that he avoided eye contact while doing so. Sirius hesitated before he gingerly took the letter from Harry's hand and read it.

"…Why didn't you just tell me the truth?" Harry quietly asked Sirius. Sirius just stared at the boy and heaved a deep and heavy sigh. He then calmly made his way next to Harry to that he was sitting next to the boy.

"Harry, the day that your parents died…the day that I took you in, I vowed that I would give my life to keep you safe and give you the happiest life that I could provide. I wanted to tell you about your parent. So when I took you in, I was trying to give you the impression that you were just my Godson. I wanted to remember that you were Lily and James' son. But then…I realized something."

"The more I pushed the fact that you were Lily and James' son, the more I started to notice that I wanted for you to act so much like them! I wanted to see them in you! And when I…when I realized that you weren't…" Sirius hesitated, struggling to find his voice. Harry could only watch with sorrow as he watched Sirius place his face in his hands.

"…I was so disgusted with myself! I felt so awful for not realizing that you were you! You were Harry, your own person! So I decided that I would try to let you grow up without the awful past. And when you first started calling me Dad…I was so happy! I thought that I could've finally given you something that could link you to a normal life! Something that you could connect with a parent, a figure. And I was overjoyed to be that figure for you! But now…!" Sirius was now out face and buried his eyes in them, hiding his tears from Harry.

"…Now I've realized what a huge mistake I've made and now, everything is coming down as one big mess! I was selfish and was not thinking about what you might've though, and I'm so sorry! I've let you down Harry! You must be so angry with me, and hate me right now!" Sirius said as he raged a full out war with the lump in his throat.

Harry just stared up at the man, wide eyed and in shock at the sight he was seeing. Here, a man who'd been smiling and laughing around Harry for a long as he could remember, was crying…sobbing. Harry then tilted his face toward the ground as he felt his own nose sting, warning him of tears that were approaching. But, Harry kept his composure and heaved a sigh before summoning the guts to talk to Sirius.

"…I am very mad at you…but I don't hate you." Harry shyly explained. Sirius quickly dried his eyes and looked down at the boy next to him who was still avoiding his eyes.

"I mean, you may not be my real Dad…but even he trusted you enough to make you my Godfather and guardian if something ever happened to him. He trusted you enough to help me carry on with my life if he couldn't." harry said. Sirius felt his admiration for the boy grow in his heart as he sat up a little more and listened more closely to the wise 11-year-old's words.

"And I have a feeling that…he would've wanted for you to be a second Dad to me anyway. And besides…" harry paused for a moment to gather his thoughts.

"…you've been the only Dad I've ever known. And when you said that you didn't hold onto your expectations so that I could turn into my own person…that wasn't selfish at all…that was kind." Harry explained. He still didn't have the courage to look as Sirius just yet. So he did the next best thing…he leaned against him so that him so that he was now resting on Sirius' shoulder.

"You took me in as your own, as my Dad…and if that's not love, then I don't know what is. I could never hate you especially now with all the great times we've had together. I would be…I would…!" Harry babbled as his young mind scrambled to find the right words. Sirius' felt his heart begin to crumble as he heard tiny sniffs and felt those warm spots on his shoulder.

"…I wouldn't want to lose you, the best Dad in the world…" Harry hiccupped through as he pushed those last few words out. All Sirius felt like he could do was glance down and the boy, amazed at his wise speech and ability to forgive him. He then shifted a bit so that he was facing Harry, whose head was still tilted downward. Sirius then heaved a heavy sigh as he gently tucked his hands under the boy's jaws and tilted the tiny face up, making himself face the tears streaming from those young eyes.

"Harry…do you really forgive me? Do you really still want me as the father in your life?" Sirius said almost holding his breath, amazed that he was asking an 11-year-old this question. Harry couldn't fight with his voice anymore, but sniffled a bit as he nodded. Sirius smiled and let out a sign of relief as he quickly pulled the boy into his arms. Harry just let his head sink into Sirius' chest and clung onto his jacket now that he was fully releasing his tears. Sirius couldn't tell if Harry was trembling in his arms, or if he was trembling with newly released tears.

"I'm glad that I didn't lose you today kiddo." Sirius whispered as he pulled Harry into his lap.

"I love you Harry James Black, and don't you ever forget that." Sirius gently told Harry as he ran his fingers through the boy's hair. He released even more tears as he felt the boy's head nod in his shoulder. And for a few more moments, they just sat under the dark sky in a place that 11 years ago was the beginning of a nightmare. Tonight, it was a fresh start for the two outside its gates, and it was starting with a cherished moment as father and son.

(Author's Notes)

Ok people, only two more chapters after this. The next chapter will be just an extra to move things along, but the last chapter is the next one I'm really looking forward to write! Until then, hasta luego! ^_^