Hey guys! So sorry about taking so long to update but there was a family crisis and this is the first time I've been able to use a computer in a while.

But anyway enough of my rambles and on with the show.

Sirius moved slowly up the stairs a small box filled with what he would need to care for his godson held in his hands. He was trying to take his time in getting to harry's room, not that he didn't want to take care of him just because he was dreading the conversation he knew he would have to have with him when he got there.

He was mentally cursing himself for letting this issue go for so long that it came to the point where it needed to be discussed in depth but this was now what needed to be done. He blamed his actions concerning the problem on Azkaban, it must have done something to his head. Not giving him a chance to grieve James actually being gone forever properly and all that.

He paused outside of harry's door, one hand holding the surprisingly light box and the other posed to knock. This was it, it was time to get all this confusion over with and out of the way.

This talk is going to happen and then we'll all be on the same page and life can go back to normal. Sirius thought to himself as he finally put that hand to good use and knocked rather loudly.

Not even waiting for an answer thinking that the noise would be enough warning he opened the door and barged into the room.

It wasn't however the best time for Harry, not that anything inappropriate was going on, but because harry happened to be in the middle of changing shirts. He had been in his pj's all through the incident with Remus and then while making and eating breakfast and he thought it was about time that he got around to being ready for the day.

The chosen one hadn't even had time to put the new shirt on his back before his godfather was suddenly in his room.

Time seemed to stop altogether as neither person in the room could move. Harry had his back to Sirius his head turned towards him from the noise of the knock. The shirt he had planned on throwing over his shoulders was loose in his now dropped hands. Sirius stood frozen staring at the sight of Harry's back having his breath taken away from him.

Yes he had seen the abuse through Harry's memories, in fact he was sure they had been permanently burned into his mind, but seeing the scars and belt marks now in front of him not from a memory and all to real made him want to throw up all the tasteful breakfast he had just ate.

Red slashes covered harry's back some old and the again some looked fairly new. Blue and purple bruises of anger were scattered on what should have been a clear back. Every which way the marks crossed and stood out vividly against very pale white skin, creating an eerie and depressing look. Just the look of them made Sirius's chest ache with the realization that all he had watched was just probably the tip of the ice berg.

Harry was the first to speak through the silence, " Could you close the door?" He figured that what he had desperately wanted to hide was already seen so what more damage could be done?

The request seemed to bring Sirius back down to earth with an unpleasant thud. That didn't stop him though from doing what was asked of him as soon as he felt the shock where off.

"H-Harry I.." Words were failing him. He had no idea how to carry on from here. It had all seemed so simple in his head. Come up the stairs, clean harry's wounds, then have a painful talk about him and his father. Never had he expected this or for him to freeze up at the sight of what those horrid people had done to his pup.

The desperate look on his godson's face made him realize that the longer he stayed silent the more Harry would worry about what he would say next.

"I'm sorry I just wasn't really… ready I guess the word is to see what you had been through." The whole sentence had sounded ten time better in his mind.

Harry just nodded he didn't really understand though but he knew that was just because he had had to live with looking at the proof that the dursleys were evil all his life.

"You wanted to talk..?" Harry prompted, hoping to get Sirius to stop staring.

"Yes. Yes I did thank you."

Harry moved to put on his shirt but Sirius stopped him, "No don't worry about that it has to be off so we can try and heal some of those scars." He motioned to the box he finally remember was in his hand.

He watched as his godson's eyes widened with fear and his face became white. It was obvious that harry wanted no one to go near what was covering his back and front. But soon the realization that whether or not he wanted this to happen it was going to came over him and he nodded slowly, still looking a little nervous.

"Right well.. Will try this on the bed and do your back fist." Sirius said quickly as he hurriedly sat on harry's bed, hoping that this would be over with soon. It was breaking his heart to see what had happened to his precious pup while he had been left to rot in an Azkaban jail cell.

Harry was quick to join him sitting at an angle in front of Sirius so that he could have a easy access to his bare back.

Sirius wasted no time in opening the box and ready over the instructions that had been left from him and Remus by Poppy. He felt uneasy with the tension that was filling his godson's room.

Soon he began his work, careful to follow all the orders he had been given to the letter so that he didn't have to cause Harry any more discomfort.

He nearly pulled away as he felt Harry wince and let out a hissed breath. But he kept with his work knowing it wouldn't be the last time something like that happened seeing as mostly all the scars littering his godson's back looked very red and sensitive to touch.

"Harry I've been thinking that we need to have a chat." He began after some time.

"About what?" The reply was so quiet he almost didn't catch it.

"It has recently come to my attention, well been thrown in my face that I may have compared you to much to James. Making you believe that I sometimes only saw you as him."

The jump Harry gave nearly cause him to hop out of his skin.

Harry's head whipped around to look his godfather straight in the eye, "No Sirius of course not. I've never gotten that idea." he responded adamantly.

"So I've never, not even once made you feel uneasy about you not being James?"

He saw that Harry almost immediately opened his mouth to respond "No" so he stopped him before he could, "Any time at all, it's okay, just tell me the truth bud."

Harry paused for several moments but then replied, "Yes" he then promptly looked down at his feet with a sad look.

Sirius felt his heart drop down to his stomach at the answer. He gingerly grabbed a hold of Harry's chin and turned him to face him again. "Harry?" He questioned, not really sure on what to say from here.

"Only once or twice really!" Harry tried to reassure him. "I knew that you didn't mean what you said to me though and the other time was just because I was upset that you weren't answering my owls. I know that you understand that I look like my father but I'm really Harry, I've heard you arguing about it with Mrs. Weasley."

The last part had come out by accident and had made Sirius's eyebrows raise but nothing more was said on how he could have heard those discussions.

"Well that's good but Harry I want…I need you to know that I have never looked at you and thought nor wished you were James."

"Okay." was all Harry felt he could respond due to the seriousness in his godfather's face.

"No I'm being serious harry," both him and harry felt it best to overlook the obvious joke hidden in his sentence. " I know very well that you are my godson and no matter how much I may miss your father I would never wish to trade you for him. I love you and am going to care for you like a father, I'm not just here to get my best mate back." He made sure to hold eye contact with Harry the whole time so that he point got across.

Harry could feel his throat tighten up and he could only nod at the words that were being said to him.

"Good now your back is done so turn around so I can clean up you front too."

The rest of the time passed by with complete silence. Sirius was focusing on the task at hand while Harry tried his best to process what he just been said to him and work out how he felt about it.

When Sirius was all finished he put what he had taken out back into the box and closed it. The sudden noise caused Harry's eyes to snap open. He hadn't even realized that he had closed them in the first place.

" I'll let you get back to getting dressed pup, come on down when ever you want and keep Remus and I company." Sirius spoke with a small smile gracing his lips. And with that he grabbed the box, gently wrapped his free arm around Harry in sort of a half hug and left the room.

Once out the door he closed it and sighed. Letting all he weight relax on it and ran a hand through his long hair.

He made his way back down the stairs no thankful that what he had been dreading was now over.

"How did it go?" Remus asked him once he joined him in the family room.

" It was very awkward at first but we got it over with and I'm pretty sure my point got across."

Remus nodded and he too than gave a sigh, equally happy that all this small problem was now out of the way and they could move on to the bigger things that needed to be solved. He was brought out of his thoughts by Sirius suddenly speaking.

"He needs something fun moony, something to take him mind off of what's happened so far."

"Did you have anything special in mind padfoot?"

After some time his friend replied, "Think Harry would want to be an animagus?" ,with a sly smile.