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Sirius stared at the wooden desk in contemplation. Albus had refuted his first two ideas on what to do with James and Lily Potter. Of course they involved him in cursing them within an inch of their life, which Sirius was perfectly okay with.
"Azkaban then?" Sirius asked lightly, trying not to remember how the dementors affected him after just staying there for a few hours.
"It would be public then," Albus warned.
Sirius pushed of his chair and slammed his hands in Albus's desk.
"I'll do anything, anything for Harry," Sirius hissed. "Those two hurt him, and they could do it again and if they tried they could gain custody of Harry and Jace. So, even if the news is out, it could help us."
"I don't think they have the capability to even talk coherently Sirius, much less hurt the children. They are right now drowning in a great amount of guilt. I know you're angry-"
"I don't care! You and your damn ability to forgive. What are you going to do, let James and Lily raise Harry and Jace and say all is forgiven? Pat their heads like a good doggy? Harry died Albus, in case you didn't notice. How he returned is a miracle and it is possible that i-it could have never happened and it would have been because of them. We are very luck as it is."
"I know Sirius. I'm just worried it could go badly and the boys could be affected. Remember it's Harry's decision as much as yours."
Sirius winced. "Albus… Harry does not think much of them at all. He doesn't feel anything for them."
Albus nodded, as if he had expected this. "I'll contact the press after you talk to Harry."
"Where are they right now?"
"Still in the Potter Manor," Albus replied back, knowing Sirius was talking about the Potter adults.
There was a moment of silence. "Can I curse them a little?" Sirius asked pleadingly for the 100th time, acting like a child begging for some ice cream.
"Do you want to end up in Azkaban, permanent this time?" the man asked, peering at Sirius through his spectacles.
"No," Sirius said petulantly.
"I thought so."
Harry looked around, amazed at the amount of books Sirius brought him to read. There were books on Latin, Greek, and French. Books on old magics, a book called the Magical Creatures around the World, which looked out of place, and some on Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. Harry grinned as he saw a small pile dedicated to Quidditch. Shaking his head fondly, Harry began to read.
Sirius entered after a while. Harry looked up and smiled at his godfather.
"Alright kiddo?" asked Sirius as he ruffled Harry's hair. Harry pouted, he took ages to fix his hair. He gestured at the second book of Arithmancy he was reading.
"Wow you're fast," his godfather said, plucking the book out of Harry's hands. Harry scowled.
"Give it to me," he demanded.
"Nope," Sirius said cheerfully, not at all perturbed by his godson's death glare. "Don't you want to get of this hospital bed, you're discharged." Harry's annoyance at Sirius fled away immediately and he hopped out of the bed and in a second Harry and the pile of books in his arms were out the infirmary. Then his messy dark-haired head peaked back in, "Uh, Sirius where is the library?"
Once he got over his initial shock of seeing more books than he had in his entire life, Harry began bouncing all around exclaiming and ahing and even cooing at some of the books like a child high on sugar.
Sirius shook his head bemusedly, this was worse than Lily and Remus put together. Resigning himself to know another person whose life depended on books, Sirius entered the library with trepidation, looking around fearfully as if the room would suddenly attack him.
Madame Pince's sharp eyes that were watching Harry like a hawk suddenly swirled towards Sirius. The glare she reserved for the naughtiest troublemakers that had the misfortune to face her wrath intensified. Sirius audibly gulped, gave a nervous salute to her and quickly went to stand (hide) near Harry's side.
Harry who normally had great observation skills was completely ignorant between Pince's glares and Sirius's fear in turn of hugging a book to his chest and reading another one with his nose quite literally buried in it while standing. "Harry. Table. Chair. Sit." Sirius gently led his godson to the tables and there Harry took a comfy looking armchair and curled in it.
Siris smirked at the sight and with a wave of his wand he had a picture of his godson in his hand. He quietly left the library with the intention to speak to Harry later, but not leaving without childishly poking his tongue at Madam Pince and getting out before she could say anything.
"So Harry," said Sirius as they were currently slurping soup in the Hogwarts guest rooms. "How do you feel about your parents having a trip to Azkaban forever?" Harry who was making airplane motions and scooping a spoon of broth towards his brother sputtered, spilling the hot liquid on the tile floors.
"W-what!"
"I said-"
"I heard what you said Sirius. What I meant was why."
"Why? What's there to why about?"
Harry mumbled under his breath, "What's there to why about. My godfather can't speak English."
"I heard that," Sirius waved his spoon threateningly in the air. "Remember, dog years," he waggled his ears back and forth, well at least he tried to, but just accomplished him in looking constipated.
"Well then dogfather of mine, pray tell me why you want my parents in Azkaban? What did they do?"
"What did they do!" Sirius stood up abruptly, causing Jace to look at him and Harry to slightly flinch. Sirius took a deep breath, "Harry they neglected you and didn't provide you the basic needs a wizarding child needs. That's more than enough for them to be sent to Azkaban." And they left you starving to death. That was left unsaid though.
"But I'm alright now," came Harry's quiet voice. Sirius digged his nails into his palms, the only outward part shown of his boiling anger.
"That does not excuse what they did to you Harry."
"I know. But what about Jace. He needs Lily and James," Harry said his brows furrowed. God does this kid think about everyone but himself. Sirius seethed at the such low self-esteem his godchild held in himself.
"Child, Lily and James are not fit to be parents for Jace either. If they mistreated you, then they could mistreat Jace as well. Do you want that?"
"But they love Jace." And not me. The bitter tone of his godson told him all. That Harry was still wounded by the way his parents treated him, and not all apathetic to it as he showed earlier. It gave Sirius some hope that all was not lost.
"If they loved him they would have set some disciplinary rules for him as well, not pamper him beyond anything." Sirius knew he was being harsh, but he needed Harry to understand. "They were hurting Jace in a way as well Harry. And even if they treated Jace well, they still wouldn't be suitable because they hurt you. Hurting a child is a good enough reason."
"Okay, but can I see them first Sirius?"
Sirius stared at Harry. Wondering what was going on in his child's head, he said "Alright, but only if I come with you."
Harry nodded, staying silent. Sirius knew he was still skeptical. But it didn't matter, if it had to take Sirius a hundred times to show this little boy he deserved to be shown love and taken care of, he would. It would take small steps, but SIrius was going to try his best to break his child's derogatory thoughts.
Sirius looked at Jace, who was holding his big brother's hand with his hand, just a little smaller that Harry's, and looking at him with big concerned eyes. Yes and Jace would show him too. Sirius felt a swell of pride at Jace, a boy who would have a very strong heart as he'd grow up, he already did, and would be a fierce protective brother of Harry. Sirius's pride increased as he saw Harry looking at Jace the same way. Yes it would take small steps, but steps no less.
I know it's been a very long time, but I promise I hadn't abandoned this story. This chapter is short and feels rushed to me, but I wanted to update it and get it over with. So here it is!
