If He's Not Who They Think He Is
Chapter 7
I don't own Harry Potter
AN: This story will have a sequal (I know because the idea won't let me go), I don't know when it will be up but it will be called ...Then who is He? and will cover years five and seven and after. I'm skipping year 4 for the same reason I skipped years one and two, there's no mention of Sirius and Remus in them. (Or at least anything I can have any fun with).
Well, enough of my rambling, enjoy the final seventh and final chapter of, If He's not whe They think He is...
"Sirius, we're back!" I called through the house, opening the front door.
"Kreacher and I are in the kitchen!" Sirius called back. "Did the Dursleys give you any trouble?"
"They were a bit rude, but they didn't give me any trouble," I said, leading Harry into the kitchen. "I'll show you your room after lunch."
"Okay," Harry agreed, "And show me the picture?"
"I actually have a book. Your mother recorded everything that happened during his pregnancy."
"That's why you wanted the baby book?" Sirius asked as Harry and I entered the kitchen. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure," I told Sirius, "Now, let's eat," I said, ignoring Harry's confused look.
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"This," I told Harry after I showed him his room and we dropped off his stuff, "Is your baby book," I told him, handing him the book.
Harry took the book eagerly and sat down in a chair, opening it to the first page.
"'This baby book tells the story of Harry James...Lupin-Black?'" Harry read, looking up at me, "Am I...?"
"Yes," I said softly, turning the pages to find the picture of the day Harry had been born, "Kreatcher took this not five minutes after you were born. I never wanted to let you go, you were my baby boy, my little miricle. Less than 50% of were-wolf pregnancies make it to term, even less male ones. They don't even know the half of it when they call you the Boy-Who-Lived."
"Why didn't you get me back when the Potters died then?" Harry asked quietly, eyes begining to fill with tears.
"Voldemort isn't the only one who looks down on were-wolves. I had no legal right to you and Sirius was on the fast-track to Azkaban. You can stay here with us if you want, you never have to go back to the Dursleys if you don't want to."
"You...you mean it? I can stay here? With you and Sirius?" Harry asked, seeming to have accepted my answer.
"Of course you can Harry. You're our son, we love you."
"I'd love to stay with you," Harry said, giving me a hug. "This is the first place I feel accepted outside of Hogwarts."
"Your father and I love you Harry. Never doubt that," I whispered, running a hand through his hair. "You'll always have a place here."