Hello guys, I am so sorry for not updating for so long and I am afraid this is a relatively short chapter, as it is a filler more than anything else.

I'd like to thank you again for your reviews. You have great ideas and I try to work them into the story if they fit with the story line I have in mind.

Some of you pointed out that I should get a beta reader and your probably right as I have not fricking clue what to do with punctuation. I hate commas! Even in german I just don't know where to set them. xD

But I have never worked with a beta and I don't know any native speakers who could beta read my story, but if anyone is willing, let me know. I'll give it a try.

Ok on with the story, as I said this is a filler, but next time we really meet Sirius.

Enjoy

Chapter 8

Back in Grimmauld Place everyone was in various states of panic. Dumbledore only just informed them that Harry somehow disappeared from Privet Drive. He had of course questioned the Dursleys and and had relayed the information of Harry's supposed biological father coming to take him away. Molly Weasley was adamant, that it could only have been a Deatheater in disguise with an elaborate scheme to get to Harry. Severus Snape was quick to retaliate, that there had been no news from Voldemort. Surely he would have had a field day if that would have been the case.

In all the ruckus the Order of the Phoenix was doing, with everybody talking over each other in their agitated state of minds, Sirius was strangely quiet.

He was thinking about the man, that they all assumed was dead. What if he was indeed still alive? He had thought about him a lot more now, that he met Harry after 12 years in Azkaban. Was it possible that he somehow learned, that he had a son and came to find him? But how would he have learned if that's what happened? Frowning he was startled out of his thoughts by Hedwig. Instantly the whole room quieted, as Sirius slowly took the offered letter from the intelligent owl.

After reading, he gulped. He had a lot to answer to Harry. Of course he had known, that the boy wasn't James' son, but as he too had thought Clint had died, he hadn't wanted to upset Harry. By telling him, he would have robbed him of yet another father seconds after telling him, that he had one. He thought there would be no harm in withholding this information, as nobody else was still around to share this. Not even Remus had known, as they weren't sure they could trust Remus, back then. How foolish they all had been.

He told the Order, that Harry was safe and indeed with his biological father and as he predicted there was a whole barrage of questions raining down on him from all sides. Sighing he resigned himself to a long afternoon.

Dumbledore wasn't exactly happy with this turn of events. This man, while the father of Harry shared no blood with Lily, thus the blood wards were void. He admitted that Clint Barton had a valid claim on Harry however, that even he could not overrule. He couldn't return Harry to the Dursleys anyway as the wards came crashing down after they washed their hands of the boy. They made it clear, that Harry wouldn't have a home with them again, so the wards had collapsed into themselves.

The only option left was to help this muggle keep their saviour of their world as save as could be. Calculating quickly he gave Sirius and Remus the mission to check on Harry and his father and assist Clint in keeping Harry from harm. This was a mission they gladly took. He hoped Harry would be happier with this man, than he ever was at the Dursleys. Back than he hadn't had another option that would keep Harry as safe as possible, even if it meant sacrificing his happiness.

Everybody else slowly calmed down after this shocking news. It was decided that Sirius and Remus would go to New York. Once there, they would get in contact with Harry via owl. This was to minimize the risk of owls being intercepted, as it was unlikely that the Deatheaters would leave Britain.

The next morning Harry awoke to a headache, caused by his crying before. He was surprised that he hadn't had any nightmares after that. Remembering exactly what had transpired the evening before, Harry was beyond mortified. He had cried his eyes out in the arms of a man he barely knew. Nobody else had ever wanted to know how that memory made him feel. Everybody else had only asked what happened, to Harry that made it clear that he shouldn't stagger under this weight. He was supposed to be the wizarding worlds hero, it didn't matter how something made him feel, he just had to function.

But here Clint was, listening to his ramblings, holding him tight and never judging him and even telling him it wasn't his fault. Although Harry still firmly believed that it was his fault he wanted so badly to believe Clint.

Getting up and hestiantly walking into their living room he saw Clint already awake at the open kitchen island making coffee.

"Good morning, son. How did you sleep?", Clint asked concerned. Jarvis hadn't informed him of any nightmare Harry might have had, but that didn't mean that Harry slept well.

"Morning Clint. Okay, I guess." It felt really good to hear Clint call him son. It made him feel as if he really finally belonged somewhere, but he still couldn't bring himself to call Clint Dad. The older man smiled sadly at his embarassed son. Although he had anticipated Harry going back to calling him his given name, he still had had hope.

"Look, you don't have to be ashamed of anything that happened yesterday evening. For what I can tell it was long overdue and nobody bothered to help you through this trauma. And I know I told you this many times before and I will repeat them till you believe them: I am and will always be here for you! Whatever you need you will get here. This is your home now."

All Harry could do was nod, as he was suddenly at a loss of words. It meant a lot to him that Clint wanted to take care of him. It was all Harry had wished for, for someone to just want him. He was saved from answering as Hedwig flew in through his open window and through his open door, carrying a letter. Quickly he took it and read it, so he didn't have to say something to Clints declaration.

"Hello Harry,

I am happy, that your biological father is still alive, and that somehow you both found each other. You are right I have a lot to answer for, as I indeed knew that you were not James' son. And I will answer all your question, I promise!

Remus and I travelled to New York this morning. We will be staying here for the remainder of summer. It would be great to see you again and when we meet I can answer all your questions.

I also hope to see Clint again. It has been a long time.

Just tell us where you want to meet and we will be there.

Take care,

Padfoot"

"Who's that from?", Cllint asked his son, as he put eggs and bacon on two plates and pushing one towards Harry.

"It's from Sirius Black, my godfather. He wants to meet us both. They are here in New York, just arrived this morning."

"That's great, they can come here to the Avenger Tower. I am sure they could even stay here, Tony wouldn't mind." Clint was glad that Sirius wanted to come. He had quite the few questions for this man. Why Harry was left alone with traumatic expieriences for one with noone to talk to. But he also wanted to see the man again who once had been a friend.

Now overjoyed at the prospect of seeing Sirius and Remus again Harry quickly relayed what Clint said into a written answer and send Hedwig back with a slice of bacon as thanks.

"Well then I will talk to Tony about our soon to be guests. Will you be alright here?" Clint asked Harry after breakfast.

"Yeah, I think I will start on my homework." He grinned at that, as he thought about doing his homework properly and not in the dead of night. He would for once get them done on time. A ruffle to his hair later Clint left their appartment and he went to bathroom to get ready for the day.

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Till next time.