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Lord James Potter and his wife Lily Potter found dead!

By Rita Skeeter

Today at the Potter Manor, 12:26AM, Jason Evans Potter (aka the boy-who-lived) and his brother Harrison James Potter find out that they are orphaned. Lord James Charles Potter and Lily Potter (nee Evans) are found dead lying in the Potter Manor. Headmaster Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore (Supreme Mugwump and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot), who was just visiting his friends, was the first to lay his eyes on the bodies of the adult Potters. It seems to be that the cause of the deaths was a slow-acting poison. There are searches being conducted to see who did this dreadful crime and the Aurors are doing their best, and they believe in no time that the culprit will be caught.

Further speculations on what the poison was is on the editorial section

Harry pulled his arms around his knees and rested his chin on them and stared at the Black Manor's gardens from the gigantic window, warm rays of sunlight bathing across his face.

"Hey kiddo. You okay?"

Harry didn't turn around, as he already heard Sirius enter his room. His room. It was beautiful, everything could ask for and more. There was a gigantic bookshelf that looked like it couldn't even fit in his room, yet it did. Magic of course, but it was still amazing. And even if one didn't count the books, the room was still large and spacious. Probably quadruple the size of Harry's original bedroom.

"Yeah. I'm okay."

He could feel his godfather's concern, it was palpable. Harry turned to face him.

"Really I'm fine. Shouldn't you be with Jace?"

"Nah. Remus is better at handling him. But I'm not here to talk about Jace. I'm here for you." Sirius smiled at him.

Harry shrugged, "I don't need anything."

Sirius walked towards him, his leather boots sinking into the rug around his bed. His dark blue eyes never straying Harry's face.

"You know I never liked the dark," his godfather remarked, gesturing towards the huge open windows as he sat on the bed, "It reminded me too much of Grimmauld Place."

"Your family home," Harry exclaimed.

"Yes," Sirius frowned. "I hated it there. My mother always raving about pure blood supremacy. My father too weak to stand up for what's right. And my brother," here Sirius's voice broke, "Regulus. I-I made a mistake and I was too late to save him. I was blind to his struggles, and I left my brother to those monsters. I was supposed to protect him you know. I was his big brother, his protector." Sirius turned to Harry, and smiled sadly. He touched Harry's hands and whispered, "One of the things I love about you kiddo is the way you protect and love Jace. Never stop Harry, don't make the same mistakes I did."

"I won't," said Harry solemnly. "But you are a better person now Sirius. You take care of me and protect Jace and I."

Sirius laughed and ruffled his hair. "And I shall never stop. Now let's forget about all of that and how about lunch," Sirius frowned at the newspaper that was innocently resting in Harry's lap, "And can I borrow that?" At Harry's nod, Sirius took the paper and folded it in half and tucked it into his robes. "Come now, you should eat, you're too thin."

"Sirius you sound like Mrs. Weasley," Harry grinned hopping out of his bed. Sirius stared at his godson, sputtering. "Molly. I sound like a screaming banshee!?."

Harry stared, "No like a concerned mother." He suddenly winced. Sirius noted his sudden change in mood and grinned with fake enthusiasm, "Let's check on Remus and your troublemaker of a brother. Who knows what he will do with Moony to bore him."

"Yeah let's," Harry said dully and walked out of his room with a worried godfather on his trail.


It turned out that Jace didn't need their rescue as he was having plenty of fun already by painting the used to be shining white tile floors with spaghetti sauce and a despaired Remus soaked with the red sauce as well. Harry's spirits lifted a bit as he tried to stifle his amusement in seeing his favorite uncle covered in sauce and noodles. Sirius didn't bother and burst out with laughter and gave Jace a pat on the shoulder. He even went as far as to 'accidently' spilling more spaghetti on Remus's lap. And so they ended lunch with acid glares and occasional bursts of chuckles. After everyone cleaned up, well on Jace's part, making a bigger mess (thank Merlin for cleaning charms) they all settled down on the comfortable couches in the lounge.

Harry sat on the expensive rugs, entertaining his brother as he caught the toy snitch again and again. Jace was happily clapping his hands and shrieking, "agin agin," whenever Harry looked close to stopping. Remus sat opposite to Sirius on the same couch, looking at the boys with a small smile on his face.

"He'll make a great seeker, won't he," Sirius grinned proudly, chest puffing out as he stared at his wonderful godson.

"Yes he will," Remus watched Harry pass the snitch to Jace now, who was fumbling with the toy, his three year old little fingers not quite able to grasp it.

"And Jace a chaser if I ever saw one. His aim is excellent," Sirius smirked pointedly at Remus, and the werewolf threw a pillow at him. Another pillow was thrown at him, and Sirius exclaimed, "Hey," only to realize that the other pillow didn't come from Remus's direction. Harry was looking across at him with a tentative smile on his face, his hand outstretched from him. Sirius kept a hold of his emotions, which were filled warmth and love for his godson and anger at his ex-best friends, and roared, "Oh it is so on," and from there on it escalated on to the Great Pillow Fight for the evening.


It soon became night and it was close to the time when Lily put Jace to sleep, and the time which Harry made his bedtime too, and he slowly trudged towards his room with a contented smile on his face. He never felt so warm and happy. In Godric's Hollow and the Potter Manor, he never felt so at peace. It was always cold and he was always either hungry or alone. Here it was loud and filled with love. For him, Harry realized with a jolt. Lily and James showered Jace with love, so it was always there, but it was never directed at him. It had been so long since he felt it, and it filled him up with happiness and warmth. Because of his eidetic memory, Harry remembered what love felt like, but it felt distant and he had almost forgot the feelings it gave him. Now that he felt it fully again… Harry shook his head. Don't think like that, he mentally scolded himself. He would never have it for long. Sirius and Remus, they would grow tired of him eventually. After all, Jace was much more playful, active, and he was the supposed buy-who-lived, their focus would completely leave Harry and he would be alone again.

It's better this way, he told himself. And look at how much time it wastes. For the whole day, he only got an hour to read, when with Lily and James he got hours of time. Here he only finished a few books and he had an entire library to plow through. It doesn't matter, he growled mentally, when they forget him, he would have plenty of time to read or explore to occupy himself. It was much better than before, and he should be grateful for that. Harry strode determinedly to his room, shaking of the depressed feelings. Before he could go in however, a hand grabbed his shoulder. He jumped startled, coming face to face with Sirius.

"Sorry I startled you," his godfather's smooth voice washed over him. "Remus wants to read a story before bedtime. So coming kiddo?" Sirius opened his arms. Harry stared at the outstretched arms, memories flashing through his eyes, remembering four years back when Sirius used to carry him around Potter Manor. Without thinking, Harry entered into the arms that encircled around him. He gasped softly as Sirius lifted him up, his godfather's warm hands on his back reassuringly. Harry's chin touched his godfather's shoulders, and immediately Harry felt tears spring into his eyes. Warmth spread all over him and his arms slowly worked their way around the man.

Sirius had a similar gasp escape out of him. It didn't register in the infirmary, when he carried Harry, but Merlin his child was so light. He felt like he was carrying a baby, not an almost six year old child. Anger coursed through him, but it abated as he felt Harry's arms circle around him. Though his rage at the dead Potter adults didn't lessen, his love for this child took over his thoughts.

Harry smiled sleepily. He knew Sirius would leave him sooner or later. Hopefully it would be later. But for now he would soak it up as much as he could.


Hey everyone! Guess what, I'm alive and I'd like to stay that way, so please don't kill me! I know I said I would post in a week, but that obviously didn't happen. I am sorry about that, but one thing I am sure about is that I will finish this story. And I'm sorry if this chapter is too short. Hopefully the next one will be a quick update.

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