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Harry Potter And The Father

Chapter 21

Sirius Black

The Auror didn't have his wand, nor could he open the door so the best he could do was throw a paper at Sirius Black in silent disgust. Sirius Black was probably the most known man in Azkaban prison. Then again it might be because he had betrayed the Potters, which had then led to Voldemort's downfall. The Auror's weren't allowed to use wands in Azkaban, just in case any inmate got the wand, or in case the inmate's were cursed. Despite the terrible conditions they lived in, Auror's weren't allowed to curse them. They got them back at the boat, when they are on their way off the island. The Auror in fact making sure all the wards were intact and the prisoners/inmates were all still alive. If they were he would record it, then the Dementors would bury them in the sad little Azkaban cemetery full of dead wizards and Witches. One of them was ironically enough Albus Dumbledore's father, not many people remembered him being there.

Sirius Black was used to such treatments; the first thing he did as soon as he was done faking comatose state was grab the paper. He wanted to see what date it was, how long he had been there. Harry was three years old, it was November now and in eight months he would be four years old. He had been rotting in this hell hole for two years now almost three. It left him panting in fury; he knew his anger always got the better of him. If only he had gone to Dumbledore and explained…anything stayed with Harry instead of buggering off to find Pettigrew.

His mind went blank when he saw the headlines, so Snape Senior was dead and Severus Snape had found out. Oh he knew, he had known since Lily had pulled him aside and explained everything. She had been going under the Fidelus Charm, even at that she had been worried something would happen. No one had paid her the slightest bit of attention. If she had survived Sirius wouldn't have doubted her gut again. She had told him everything, about Severus being a spy, warning them, him being her brother. Swearing a vow to tell Snape should anything happen to them; even dead Lily had wanted Severus to know. He had expected to get that chance; after all surely Snape would show up at his trial. Even if it was to get the last laugh, or better yet revenge. Sirius Black wasn't stupid he knew Severus had loved Lily; he winced at the thought though. Snape must be going through hell; finding out the woman he loved was in fact his twin sister.

That wasn't what was worrying him though; it was Remus that worried him. James had told him about Remus' strange obsession with him. It had begun a year before they died, three months after Harry was born. James felt awfully uncomfortable around Remus after that. Not only that he had seen Remus looking at Harry, in a way he had found uncomfortable. At the time he had chalked it up to Harry being his 'cub' or something. It had been a trying time, it didn't help they suspected Remus of being the spy. Now in Azkaban he ended up thinking more disturbing things than Remus possibly being a spy. If Snape thought he, Sirius Black, was the one who hated him most, then he had it wrong. Remus loathed Snape more than anything else in the world. He didn't know if it was because of the prank he played, something along the lines of his prey getting away from him or something like that.

He had to warn Snape - then he would go quietly again, Remus if he was what Sirius suspected couldn't be allowed anywhere near Harry. He didn't like to think he was right but rather safe than sorry - Harry was his godson after all. The wait was maddening; he curled around in the corner in his animagus form. Padfoot had to wait an entire day, his body shaking with the need to do something- anything. Being stuck in a three foot by three foot cell he wasn't able to work of his pent up worry or frustration. His mind came up with more damning and worrisome images of Remus kidnapping Harry. Or Harry ending up a werewolf because of Remus' reckless actions, and the Dementors weren't helping any.

It was the next day at dinner time before Padfoot could slip past the Dementors unnoticed. They couldn't sense him very well in his dog form; it dulled the affects the Dementors caused. He had found that out earlier on in his stay in Azkaban, he wondered sometimes why there weren't any anti animagus spells on his cell though. Remus mustn't have told Dumbledore, or if he had Dumbledore hadn't told t he Ministry of Magic.

For the past two years nearly three all he had been thinking about was Harry. Where he was, who he was with and how he was. It killed him knowing everyone though he was responsible for Lily and James' death. It killed him even more knowing his godson probably thought him a Death Eater too. He was too young for any of that but give it time he would know. Especially living with Severus Snape, if anything Sirius Black knew Snape ALWAYS told the truth. Even if it made someone upset, hurt angry or whatever emotion to the question asked. He always wondered if Lily would have been like Severus if they had been brought up together. He shuddered at the thought Lily had always been pure, fun, loving and caring. Snape was the opposite unless he liked you; he would have moved the world for Lily.

Snape had just gotten custody of Harry so he had to have been somewhere else. Maybe he had been with the Longbottom's but he couldn't see them giving Harry up without a fight. Snape his maternal uncle or not Alice had been like a sister to Lily in those later years. More so than her own adoptive sister, Petunia stuck up bitch that she was. He hated her, and that awful fat husband of hers - Vermouth or something his name was. They had been at Lily and James' wedding, Lily had been very sad that day thinking back he understood why. She hadn't been able to invite her brother, her real biological family. Sirius silently wondered if the other Snape was alive, the mother.

He shook himself out of his musings, as he sniffed everywhere he went, trying to find a way out of Azkaban. It took him a good while, he was panting harshly by the time he had gotten out of the stronghold called Azkaban prison. He looked at the water in dread, his blue eyes showed exhaustion. Whining lowly Padfoot gathered all his courage and leapt into the water.

For hours Padfoot doggie paddled trying to find the mainland, his entire body taut with exhaustion. He hadn't eaten anything and he regretted that now, maybe he would have felt a little stronger if that had been the case. A picture of his godson floated through his mind; with strong paddles he finally two hours later, found the main land. He couldn't stop though, he had to find somewhere to hide because the Dementors would soon realize and so would the Ministry. The grim like dog, whose four legs were shaking every step he took, found a small underground chamber hidden mostly from view. Sliding in wasn't a chore, he was skinny enough he looked like a stray dog. He practically fell in a heap once the area was secure and promptly allowed himself to fall unconscious.

Padfoot blinked wondering where he was, this wasn't his cell what had happened. Suddenly everything came back to him in startling clarity; he sat up his four legs planted firmly on the ground. He wondered how long he had been unconscious because he felt better than ever. He was starving though, before he found his godson he would need to eat or keep blacking out. Unfortunately for him, there weren't houses around for miles. He did find a big apple tree; he took a great risk in turning back into human form to get them from the tree. He didn't want bashed and bruised ones thank you very much. Nor did he want ones with caterpillars crawling through them; he had enough crap in Azkaban. He bit his black/yellow teeth into the cooking apple savoring the taste. He hadn't had anything like this in years, it didn't take him long to devour the green fruit. He had five more before regretfully turning back into Padfoot and running.

He only said one sentenced before he transformed "I'm coming Harry, I'm coming"

"What are you going to do?" asked Remus staring at Dumbledore, not letting his fury show. He hated Dumbledore with every iota of his being; he loathed no one other than Snape like that. He despised the fact Dumbledore had denied him access but Snape was allowed to adopt him. He loathed the fact Snape knew the truth he had tried so hard to ensure it never came to light. It had been his goal in life since he was eleven years old.

"Well there is nothing I can do…not without ending up in front of the Wizengamont on charges. I doubt very much I would remain Headmaster or even the Head of the Wizengamont" sighed Dumbledore. Yes he had placed Harry there; they didn't know that he knew how he would be treated. Which in his opinion was a very good thing, he shuddered to think of the reaction that would cause. He hadn't realized they would be quite so … brutal not to a one year old baby. He had seen the files, the files which were now in the public domain. Snape had given them to the newspapers, something he hadn't seen coming a mile away. Then again Snape was a Slytherin, Slytherin to the very core. He was as Slytherin as Lily had been Gryffindor; the fiery woman who had died for her son couldn't have possibly been more Gryffindor.

"You never did answer my question…why didn't you let me see him?" asked Remus his amber eyes flashing angrily.

"I wanted him to grow up away from everything; he had just lost his parents and godfather. It would have been easier for the child to grow up away from the Wizarding world. Plus it wouldn't have helped you or him when he realized magic was real - he would have wanted to live with you. The Dursley's couldn't have handled that, Petunia had already lost Lily. It was also part of the agreement that they would take Harry in as long as no other Wizard or Witch came near them" sighed Dumbledore sadly.

"Did you know how bad he would be hurt?" asked Remus quietly.

"Goodness no, I knew they weren't overly fond of Wizards but Lily was her sister! I thought she would love him…even if it took her a few years to realize that. I had no idea they would hurt the poor child, I'm glad it came to light just not happy to have lost Severus as a spy. You never do know when Voldemort might come back again, as you know he's not gone for good" cried Dumbledore sharply, startling some of the portraits on the walls. The only Black/Slytherin Headmaster, Phineas Nigellus Black just sneered from his portrait.

"Me too" sighed Remus him and his inner wolf calming down.

The only reason Remus was there was because he had been called in, he knew why he had been reading the paper. He was now even more worried about Harry than before, he had to get him away from Black and Snape quickly. He would spend his life on the run if needed be, but Harry would be worth it.

"Have you read the newspapers?" asked Dumbledore gravely getting off the subject of Harry Potter. He refused to call him anything other than his name, Snape had no right adopting him or even accepting the adoption. One way or another he would find a way to remove him from Snape's influence. There was no way he wanted a Harry Potter coming to Hogwarts as a Slytherin. He was a hero and should act as such, be in Gryffindor and follow his parents examples.

"Yes" sighed Remus and he was right again. Dumbledore did only bring him up here to talk to him about his ex- best friend Sirius Black.

"Where do you think he will go?" asked Dumbledore patiently.

"After Harry finish You-Know-Who's work" grimaced Remus at the thought of Harry dying. He was just glad he had some of James' blood he could do the ritual that would turn Harry back into James. Only this one was slightly dark and permanent but he couldn't care less. It would be worth it he convinced himself, even if it hurt - Harry would look like his father. He didn't want to go on the run with a Snape look alike, James shouldn't have married Lily he always thought that.

"I thought so too, we will need to keep an extra eye out" sighed Dumbledore.

Remus was about to tell Dumbledore about 'Padfoot' but he couldn't. The damnable words wouldn't come out. As much as he hated Dumbledore at the moment, he didn't like the thought of Dumbledore being disappointed in him. He would be for keeping it a secret for so long, plus he would want to know why he was. He would never tell Dumbledore he had broken his trust and let Black, James and Pettigrew romp with him on the full moon. Pettigrew's animagus form was disgusting, as was Black's James' though had been magnificent. So beautiful unlike him, he was a monster but he still had loved him. Just like he would love Harry, Harry wouldn't need anyone else other than him.

"No problem" said Remus gravely.

Severus had taken Harry to his bed that night, he wasn't sure but something had shaken Harry very badly. He kept mumbling about snakes, a forest, eyes and the colour RED for some insane reason. It had taken him half an hour to calm Harry down enough for him to even think about settling for the night. An hour later he was lying there with his three year old son wrapped around him. His breathing finally evened out, it didn't stop Severus from running his hands through Harry's hair and small back.

It was the first time Harry had, had a normal nightmare. It wasn't about the Dursley's or getting sent back, it was a nice change. If only he had realized what Harry had truly dreamt about he would have went utterly insane.

Miles away Lord Voldemort had just possessed a snake in an Albanian Forest at the other side of the world - where he had stayed since Harry Potter had almost killed him years ago.

Killing Voldemort should have been a happy time, but it had set a chain reaction of sadness and hurt to quite a few people. Severus, loosing Lily, Harry, going to the Dursley's. Sirius Black, falsely imprisioned, Lord Voldemort, in never ending agony posessing things to survive. Peter Pettigrew, living as a rat, Remus Lupin, had lost his James. The list went on showing that it hadn't truly been a glorious occasion as people assumed, the unaffected people can cheer and laugh, it's just a shame they didn't think about others for a change. The wizards and witches of the wizarding UK had always been cowards, rather sit at home and hope for the best than get off their arse and help defeat Voldemort. It had taken the sarcifice of one woman, a special red headed woman to end the war, ensuring the survival of her only son Harry James Potter. Only to be spat on as Dumbledore sent Harry to hell for two years, things could have been so much more difficult, horrifc and different if Dumbledore had managed to keep it a secret. However, unable to predict the future no one was certain what could happen, and everyone would have to live with their guilt, the damage done and the damage that could occur in the future if they didn't buck up their ideas.

What did you think? Will Sirius Manage to get to Harry before Remus tries anything? getting between his ex-best friend and Harry? Is that what Severus Snape will see? Will Sirius be killed by Remus? who's desperate to keep his secret and Harry to himself? Sorry for those Lupin fans out there! I've always got Remus as the good guy hardly any of Sirius as a good guy. Mostly because they were all bullying arseholes who never grew up but thats for another story :) or will Remus be sentenced to St. Mungo's the secure ward? have his own dungeon to change into his wolf form every month? will sirius and Severus be able to put aside their bitterness for the sake of Harry? will harry get to know sirius? will harry end up going to sirius new home while severus taught? instead of going with minerva filius Poppy or a house elf? or only just a few days a week? will Dumbledore try again? would you like to see him killed earlier on in the story? or watch as dumbledore ruthlessly attemps to control harry or use him? *stone* heck heck hem *(cant do that wihtout being reminded of umbridge in real life how sad is that? LMAO)* R&R PLEASE!