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I hope you enjoy this story that I got from katie13 (yes another one) that she said that she had never put up on this site.

Also, at the end of this month I will be going on holiday so I won't be updating for a while but I will be continuing with my stories when I get back so know that they haven't been abandoned!

Chapter 13

Harry stared off into space for a while and then sighed. Sirius just remained silent, knowing that Harry needed some time to think.

"He came back later that night and dropped the letter I sent to you," Harry said finally, "After that night, I got two beatings a day because Uncle Vernon wanted me to die."

Sirius gasped. "Die?" he asked incredulously. "He wanted to- to kill you?"

Harry didn't look at his godfather and nodded.

"But Harry!" Sirius exclaimed urgently, "Why?"

Harry shrugged a little and hugged his knees to his chest, resting his chin on top of them: "I don't really know," he admitted quietly. "He told me that he wanted to sell the house, but that he could not, because it was in some….. Trust….. For me."

Sirius drew in a sharp breath but did not comment. "Did he say anything else, Harry?" He asked, looking Harry intently in the eyes.

"No." Harry said slowly. He didn't understand what his godfather was talking about.

Sirius seemed to be satisfied and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good!" he said, smiling to himself.

Harry stared at his godfather in confusion: "Padfoot, what is good about that?"

Sirius snapped his attention back to his godson and saw Harry's confused expression. He pulled Harry into his arms and hugged him very hard.

Harry frowned, feeling even more puzzled, even though he was enjoying the hug: "Padfoot-" He said, but Sirius silenced him.

"Hush, Harry," he said, "I will tell you later."

Harry looked Sirius in the eyes for a few moments, but then he nodded and snuggled deeper into Sirius' protective embrace.

Sirius looked down at Harry with a sad smile, knowing that Harry needed him now more than ever before. He just held his godson for a while, needing this as much as Harry did.

Harry fell asleep in Sirius' arms and for the first time in ages Harry felt truly safe. Sirius lifted his godson up carefully and placed him down on the bed gently. Then, he pulled the covers over Harry's sleeping form and kissed his godson's forehead gently.

Harry mumbled something in his sleep and turned over. Sirius smiled and, with a last glance at Harry, left the room. He knew that he had to talk to his grandparents about Harry.

Since it was already dinnertime, Sirius went down the stairs and walked into the kitchen. Anne had cooked chicken soup for dinner. They all sat down at the table and ate silently.

After dinner, Sirius pushed back his chair and said,

"Gram, Papa, Vernon Dursley knows about the trust and was trying to kill Harry."

Sirius grandparents drew in a sharp breath and frowned.

"Oh, this is not good," Anne said quietly, worriedly. "This is not good at all."

Jim nodded grimly and asked "How bad was it, Sirius?"

Sirius sighed and rubbed his eyes wearily: "From what Harry told, or rather not told me, it has been going on for years."

Sirius' grandparents gasped simultaneously.

"Are you sure?" Jim asked, urgently.

Sirius nodded sadly: "He has all of the signs."

Jim shook his head and Anne sighed, "Does he trust you?" She wanted to know.

Sirius allowed a very small smile to flit across his face: "Yes," he said softly, "Yes, he does."

Anne nodded: "That's good, because he is going to need someone to talk to about- everything."

Sirius nodded, remembering their talk not an hour ago: "I know."

After that, the three of them just sat in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts.

"Sirius," Jim asked suddenly, "Can the Dursleys touch the trust if they don't have Harry?"

Sirius looked surprised, he hadn't even thought about this: "No, he cannot, why?"

Jim nodded, looking satisfied: "Good."

Sirius frowned. "Why?" he asked again, getting a little impatient.

Jim just smiled at his grandson's impatience.
"Because, Sirius," he said, as if talking to a very small child, "If you have Harry, the Dursleys cannot say that they do."

Sirius blinked, feeling stupid. "Right," he said. "Of course."

Anne smiled and decided to help Sirius out of his predicament: "Sirius, take this tray up to Harry, will you?"

Sirius took the tray, grateful for the distraction.
"Sure!" he said, maybe a little too enthusiastically, and snatched the tray from his grandmother. He left the kitchen in a hurry and dashed up the stairs, taking two steps at a time.

Sirius entered Harry's room. He smiled when he saw that Harry was still asleep. Sirius set the tray down on Harry's nightstand and woke Harry gently.

"It's dinnertime, kiddo," Sirius said softly and brushed Harry's hair away from his forehead.

Harry yawned and nodded and started on the food.

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