AN: First Thank you to everyone that has reviewed.

KingOfEternia: Yes This will be a Harry/Fleur Story

To the Guest who left a review on chapter 2: I get why you quoted the inscription on the grave but I have never liked that for Lily and James. Also there isn't really anything that canon other than their deaths and Dumbledore insisting Harry go to the Dursley's. As far as I'm concerned this is an AU. Also what made you think that I was making Alice, Frank, Augusta, or Remus a traitor? Peter is the only traitor.

deansgirl241: Thank you. I'm glad you like it.

magitech: You make a very good point and Sirius and Frank will be addressing that point in this chapter.

magitech: Defiantly no BWL books, I honestly can't wait to write protective/angry Sirius.

Chapter 3 Rewritten
Dealing With the Press

Tuesday, November 3rd, 1981
Longbottom Keep

"Happy Birthday, Sirius." Remus said gently, offering Sirius a small, carefully wrapped package.

Sirius looked up at him, a faint, melancholic smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Thanks, Remus," he replied, his voice quieter than usual, as if the weight of the day had stolen his usual energy. He wasn't in the mood to celebrate, not today. He took the package and, with a sigh, began to peel back the paper. A worn, weathered leather jacket was revealed, its once-polished surface now showing the marks of time.

Sirius' breath caught as his fingers brushed over the familiar material, his eyes momentarily flickering with emotion. The scent that wafted up from the jacket — a blend of fresh broom polish, sweet mangoes, and faint lilies — was unmistakable. It was James' jacket.

"I found it when I was cleaning out my dad's house," Remus explained, settling down across from Sirius. "Remember how upset he was when he lost it?"

Sirius' lips quirked in a bittersweet smile as he fought back the lump in his throat. "He searched for it everywhere. Hours, Remus. He even tried to make Snivillus take the blame." His whisper was thick with nostalgia and regret.

"Who was upset?" Frank asked, his voice light as he poured himself a cup of tea, sitting down beside Remus.

"James. His dad bought him this jacket when he was fourteen, and he lost it when we were sixteen. We thought it was gone for good. Turns out it had been at my parents' house all along." Remus' smile turned wistful. "I gave it to Sirius. Thought he might want it, either to keep it or pass it on to Harry when he turns fourteen."

Alice, who had been standing in the doorway, her expression soft but knowing, joined them. "Happy birthday, Sirius. We know you're probably not in the mood, but we still wanted to give you something." She placed four presents in front of him, her eyes tender with unspoken sympathy.

"The two wrapped in red and white are from me and Alice. The one wrapped in silver is from my mum, and the one wrapped in red and gold is from Minerva," Frank added, his smile tinged with sadness as Sirius began unwrapping the gifts.

From Minerva, Sirius received a book on parenting. A small, handwritten note was tucked inside the front cover:
"It's said that everything you did to your parents comes back on you tenfold. Given what you and James put me through, Sirius, I wish you luck."
— Aunt Minerva

From Augusta, he received several sets of baby clothes for Harry. From Frank, a photo album filled with memories of the Marauders, and from Alice, a wand holster along with a sleek new watch.

"The watch is charmed," Alice explained, her smile brightening. "It has me, Frank, Neville, Augusta, Minerva, Remus, and Harry on the face. It tells you where we all are. If you press the star at the top, it shows the time, and the pictures of Harry and Neville change as they grow."

Sirius, momentarily distracted by the gesture, attached the wand holster and strapped the watch around his wrist. He looked up at his friends, his heart swelling despite the heaviness in the air.

"Thank you, all of you." His voice was thick with gratitude.

"Of course, Siri," Remus responded with a soft, knowing smile as Alice excused herself to fetch the boys.

Wednesday, November 4th, 1981
Longbottom Keep
10 am

The Boy-Who-Lived Vanished
By Rita Skeeter

My dear readers, it has been five days since the Potters bravely gave their lives for the wizarding world. James and Lily Potter fought against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named multiple times, each time narrowly escaping with their lives. Lily Potter, a bright and talented young woman, married James Potter right out of Hogwarts and quickly became pregnant with their son. James, a seasoned Auror and the son of Auror Charles Potter, left behind a legacy with his young son — the Boy-Who-Lived, our Savior. But where is the boy now? Some claim he was kidnapped by Sirius Black, the heir to the Black Family and a known supporter of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Others suggest Minister Bangold has pardoned Sirius Black and granted him custody, as he is Harry's godfather. Yet some say he is in the care of his godmother Alice Longbottom, and one more source claims that the child is with his Muggle aunt, somewhere in the Muggle world. The question remains: Where is our young Savior? Can Sirius Black truly care for such a young child? Why have we yet to see him if he is with Alice Longbottom? Is he truly safe with his Muggle relatives? Yours truly will endeavor to uncover the truth surrounding the Young Potter Heir's whereabouts.

"Are you serious?!" Sirius' voice was a growl as he threw the newspaper down, the edges crinkling from the force. His knuckles were white as he clenched his fists.

"What is it, Siri?" Remus asked, entering the room with Harry in his arms, his brow furrowed in concern.

"That damn Rita Skeeter," Sirius spat, his lips curling in disgust. He reached for Harry, his tone softening as he pulled his godson close. "Let's see what she's twisted now."

Remus peered over Sirius' shoulder, skimming the article. "Well, it's not the worst thing she could've written. But you should probably clear things up. And watch your language, Sirius." Remus passed the paper to Frank, who was sitting at the table with Neville.

"I don't think he can stop it," Frank commented dryly, taking the infant from Alice's arms.

"Even if he can't, he should at least make sure no one profits off of Harry's story," Alice added, her voice tinged with concern.

At that moment, the floo flared to life, and Minerva stepped through, her face pinched with disapproval.

"Sirius, Albus wants to speak with you," she said, her eyes flicking toward the newspaper.

Thursday, November 5th, 1981

Hogwarts Headmaster's Office
Scotland
10:30 am

Sirius stepped out of the floo with a scowl etched deeply on his face, his voice cold and unwavering as he addressed Albus before the Headmaster could even greet him. "Albus, I'll tell you right now—if you're going to suggest that I hand Harry over to the Dursleys, the answer is still no."

Albus sighed, the weight of Sirius' tone settling on him like a heavy fog. "Sirius, it's imperative that Harry grow up there, with the Dursleys. They are the only family he has left."

Sirius' eyes darkened as he dropped heavily into the chair before Dumbledore's desk, his gaze locked on the older man. "I'm not asking for excuses, Albus. I want answers. I don't want any more half-truths. I don't want to hear 'we'll tell you when Harry's older.' I want you to be honest with me, right now. No more games."

Albus regarded him carefully, his voice soft but firm. "I cannot promise you that, Sirius."

"Then I'll leave," Sirius said, standing abruptly, his fists clenched by his sides. "And you'll never see Harry or Neville again."

Albus adjusted his glasses, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to keep his voice steady. "Sirius, is this really necessary? After everything I've done for you? You're threatening to cut ties over this?"

Sirius' laugh was sharp and bitter, filled with years of hurt. "What the hell have you done for me, Albus?" he spat, the words bitter in his mouth. "When I was being bullied in first year? That wasn't you, that was James. In second year, when Snape almost killed me? It wasn't you that saved me. It was James, Remus, and Peter. They stayed up for days trying to figure out how to protect me. In third year, when Minerva found out I was being abused at home? You did nothing. Fourth year, when Malfoy and his goons tortured me? You slapped them on the wrist, scolded me for being 'in the wrong place at the wrong time.' In fifth year, when I ran to Remus', you forced me to go back. In sixth year, when I ran to James', you tried to force me back again. And when Charles and Dorea finally stepped in, you guilt-tripped me. In seventh year, when I found out my little brother was murdered, you wouldn't let me go to the funeral. You said I had to stay for class. I've spent my whole life taking shit from you, Albus, and I'm done! You haven't done a damn thing for me! So don't you dare guilt-trip me now. I'm not James. I'm not Remus. I don't see you as a hero!" His voice rose in anger, each word an accusation, his hands shaking as they clenched into fists.

Albus' face was heavy with regret, but his voice remained calm, though a bit strained. "I am truly sorry you feel that way, Sirius."

Sirius' eyes blazed with fury, his words sharp as daggers. "I'm not a boy anymore, Albus. Don't call me that."

"Very well," Albus said with a long, measured breath, his voice still calm but tinged with sadness. "Ask your questions, and I'll answer to the best of my ability."

Sirius narrowed his eyes, his voice low and intense. "How did you know James and Lily were dead? How did you know Harry was alive? Why send Hagrid? He can't do magic, and there could have been Death Eaters waiting at the house."

Albus met his gaze without hesitation, though his expression was guarded. "I had monitors on all the Potters, Sirius. Harry's still showed he was alive. I sent Hagrid because nobody would expect him, and it would take a lot to take Hagrid down."

Sirius was still for a moment, processing the answer, before he pressed on. "Alright. Then tell me this—why are you so insistent on Harry growing up with the Dursleys? Why won't you let me raise him?"

Albus' expression hardened, his voice losing its usual warmth. "That… I cannot answer."

Sirius stared at him, incredulous, the anger flaring once more. "Bullshit, Albus. You can't answer, or you won't answer?"

"I cannot answer those questions," Albus said firmly, though his eyes held a silent plea for understanding.

Sirius stood, fists clenched at his sides. "It's your choice, Albus. But know this—you won't see Harry or Neville until it's time for them to attend Hogwarts. Maybe not even then." His voice was cold, final.

Albus' eyes widened in shock. "You would keep them from attending Hogwarts?"

"Perhaps," Sirius said, his voice like stone. Without another word, he turned toward the floo, stepping into the flames with a final, determined look over his shoulder.

Thursday, November 5th, 1981
Longbottom Keep
9:30 am

Black Plans to Keep the Boy-Who-Lived from Attending Hogwarts
By Rita Skeeter

Dear readers,

I bring you fresh news of Young Harry Potter. It appears that Sirius Black is currently in possession of the child, though whether he kidnapped him or not remains a subject of great debate. What is clear is Black's vehement opposition to Headmaster Dumbledore. In a stunning turn of events, Black claims that Dumbledore never protected him during his time at Hogwarts. Why was protection necessary, you might ask? Another troubling revelation is that the Headmaster insists he helped Black, while Black adamantly believes otherwise. The issue that seems to be at the heart of the matter is why Black refuses to allow Harry Potter to live with anyone other than his muggle relatives. Dumbledore insists this is the best course of action for the boy, yet Black is unwilling to accept it. Black has even threatened to enroll Harry at a different school if Dumbledore does not provide an answer. These are serious matters that beg the question: What is really going on here?

Could it be that Black is willing to go so far as to keep Harry from attending Hogwarts? And if he does, might the Longbottoms follow suit? Will we lose the leading families of our community due to one man's refusal to answer a simple question? Dumbledore's silence could very well be the downfall of our wizarding society. Stay tuned, as I continue my investigation into the boy, his guardian, and the future of Hogwarts itself.

Yours truly,
Rita Skeeter

Sirius threw the paper down on the table, his expression one of sheer frustration. "Bloody hell!"

Frank, who had just sat down to breakfast, glanced up from his plate. "What's got you riled up now, Padfoot?"

"That blasted Rita Skeeter," Sirius grumbled, rubbing his temples. "She somehow got hold of my conversation with Dumbledore and twisted it all into some ridiculous story."

Alice, who had been feeding Neville, frowned in concern. "Do you think Dumbledore told her?"

"I highly doubt it," Remus said, wiping Harry's face with a napkin. "But it wouldn't surprise me if Skeeter had some way of getting her hands on information."

Sirius' lips pressed into a tight line, his frustration mounting. "I wouldn't put it past her," he muttered, standing up and making his way toward the door. "I'm going to sort this out. Now."

"Where are you going?" Alice called after him.

"To have a word with Rita Skeeter's employer," Sirius replied, his tone dark and determined. "I've had enough of this nonsense."

Daily Prophet Office
10:00 am

A bored-looking young woman with blonde hair looked up from her desk as Sirius stormed into the office. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, you can tell Cuffe to get his arse out here. Sirius Black wants a word with him," Sirius snapped, his patience already worn thin.

The young woman's eyes widened in alarm, but she quickly stood up and scurried away to find Barnabas Cuffe.

Moments later, Cuffe emerged from his office, adjusting his glasses. "Mr. Black. How can I assist you?"

Sirius didn't waste time with pleasantries. "Let's cut to the chase. You're letting Skeeter print nonsense like, and I quote, 'Some people say the boy has been kidnapped by Sirius Black, a known supporter of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.'" He stared at Cuffe, his voice icy. "Why are you letting her get away with that? And why does she keep calling Harry 'The Potter Child'? Everyone knows his name is Harry. Why not just say it?"

Cuffe hesitated, fidgeting with his papers. "Well, the Ministry hasn't cleared you yet," he stammered, but Sirius cut him off before he could finish.

"If I wasn't cleared by the Ministry," Sirius shot back, "then how the hell did I walk from The Leaky Cauldron here without being arrested?" His eyebrow arched with challenge.

Cuffe faltered. "Ah, well… the title, I suppose it's something that can't be helped. And as for the 'Potter Child' thing, I'm not entirely sure why she keeps referring to him like that."

Before Sirius could respond, the door to the office opened, and a tall, dark-haired man walked in with a cheerful smile. "Ah, Cuffe, good to see you. I need you to look over the first draft of Harry Potter and the Dragon's Fire," the man said as he entered.

Sirius froze, glaring at the newcomer. "Who the hell are you? And who gave you permission to write books about my godson?"

The man's smile didn't falter, though there was a nervous edge to it now. "Ah, Mr. Black, I'm Howard Adami. I'm writing a series of books about your godson. It'll be a very profitable venture."

Sirius' glare turned colder. "No, it won't," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Because you're not writing anything about Harry. I'll make sure of it. You're not going to turn him into some kind of superhero for your profit. He's a child, Howard, not a character in your made-up stories." He stepped forward, his eyes blazing. "If you so much as think about publishing anything about him, I will make sure you lose everything you've got."

Howard looked visibly shaken, though he tried to recover. "Mr. Black, I assure you, these books would be great for Harry—"

"No," Sirius interjected, his voice hard as steel. "They'll be good for you, but not for him. Now answer me this—who gave you permission to write about my godson in the first place?"

Howard shifted uncomfortably. "Albus Dumbledore… He thought it would be beneficial for Harry."

Sirius' eyes narrowed even further. "Of course he did." He turned to Cuffe, his gaze never leaving the editor. "And as for Skeeter? If I see another article from her that implies I'm a supporter of Voldemort or speculates about where Harry is, I'll shut this paper down. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal clear, Mr. Black," Cuffe stammered, nodding quickly.

Sirius gave them both one last cold look before turning to leave. "Good. I'll be on my way then. Have a good day, gentlemen."

Sirius made his way out of the office and into the busy streets of Diagon Alley, his mind already on his next move. But one thing was certain—he would protect Harry from any and all who sought to exploit him. No matter the cost.

November 6th, 1981
Longbottom Keep
9:00 am

Albus Dumbledore Gives Unauthorized Permission for Harry Potter Books
By Kathy Heartwind

Shocking news for Daily Prophet readers: yesterday morning, Sirius Black paid an unexpected visit to our office, demanding answers about the increasingly troubling allegations surrounding him. Black, clearly furious, confronted us about the persistent claims that he is both a Death Eater and the kidnapper of his godson, Harry Potter. His frustration didn't stop there. Black also took issue with Rita Skeeter's continued references to the child as the Boy-Who-Lived, the Potter Boy, and the Potter Heir.

When pressed for an explanation, Mr. Barnabas Cuffe, editor of the Daily Prophet, was unable to clarify why Skeeter insists on calling Harry anything other than his name. Cuffe also mentioned that the Boy-Who-Lived title was one that couldn't be avoided, though he offered no further insight into how it was being perpetuated.

However, things took an interesting turn when well-known author Howard Adami entered the office. Adami, eager to speak with Cuffe, mentioned his plans to write a series of children's books about young Harry. This revelation sent Black into a rage. He is quoted as saying:

"Harry is one year old and you'd write him as some superhero? You'll make him seem untouchable. You will not write those books. I won't let you turn Harry into something he's not."

Black then turned to Adami and demanded to know who had authorized the project. After a tense pause, Adami reluctantly admitted that the permission had come from none other than Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore, as many know, holds several prestigious titles: Headmaster of Hogwarts, Supreme Mugwump, and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. Yet now, it seems he has also claimed the role of Harry Potter's guardian—though it raises the question: Why is Dumbledore so eager to place Harry on such a high pedestal?

With tensions rising, it is clear that one thing is certain—Albus Dumbledore's influence has reached far beyond the walls of Hogwarts. The question remains: What does he truly want from the Boy-Who-Lived?

Let it be known, readers, that when it comes to the Potters, Blacks, and Longbottoms, you don't trifle with their names or legacies.

Frank let out a low whistle after finishing the article. "Well, she's certainly not holding back."

Sirius took a slow sip of his coffee, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "That's what I like about her."

AN: if someone knows the actual name of the person who wrote/published the Boy-Who-Lived books let me know.

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