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Hidden Family	By : vinsmouse Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 17507 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter XLV

13th November, 1993

Hogwarts: Professor Lupin’s office

Like most in the Wizarding world Harry had been shocked to learn the truth about the betrayal of his parents. He was very grateful to Professors Lupin and Flitwick for informing him the day before the articles appeared in the paper. He wasn’t sure what his reaction would have been had he discovered the news in the middle of the Great Hall. Knowing about the articles had allowed him to prepare himself for the many questions and pitying looks he would receive. Lost in thought Harry didn’t hear his Professor enter the room.

“Hello Harry,” Remus greeted the boy, causing him to jump. “Sorry, it wasn’t my intention to startle you.”

Harry shrugged, blushing slightly. “It’s alright.”

“Are you sure you want to do this Harry?”

"Doesn’t he want to see me?”

“Oh no, that isn’t it at all,” Remus rushed to assure the child. “I was only concerned that perhaps the meeting was coming too soon for you. After all until a few days ago you were under the impression that Sirius had betrayed you and your parents.”

“I do want to meet him but I’ll admit I’m glad you and my grandfather will be there.” Harry fixed his professor with an earnest look.

“Grandfather will meet us at St. Mungo’s won’t he?”

“Yes,” Remus cast tempus, “and we should be going if we don’t want to keep them waiting.” Stepping over to the fireplace he threw a handful of floo powder in and soon followed Harry through the flames.

13th November, 1993

St. Mungo’s Hospital

1st Floor, Creature Induced Injuries

Sirius looked up as the door to his room opened. Expecting to see his old friend and godson he was shocked to find himself looking into the twinkling blue eyes of Albus Dumbledore. “Come to apologize? A bit late that,” Sirius snarked.

“It is never too late for a heartfelt apology my boy.”

“I am not your boy Albus. I might not be allowed out and about just yet but they do allow us the paper,” Sirius held up that day’s copy of the Daily Prophet. “You might have believed me guilty and that I could understand.” He held up his hand, stopping the older wizard before he could begin. “But you willingly deprived me of my rights because it would, how did you put it under questioning, keep me out of the way. You condemned my godson to a hellish life with the Dursleys, a family you were well aware he was never to be placed with, while condemning me to hell on earth in Azkaban. I have no wish to hear your latest manipulation in the guise of an apology and will thank you to leave.”

Albus frowned, the coldness in young Black’s voice taking him quite by surprise. Certainly the man was owed an apology, which Albus was more than ready to offer, but still he was surprised by the cold reception. Surely Sirius, as a former member of the Order of the Phoenix, could understand the importance of keeping the Potter child safe. “I do wish you would give me a chance to apologize. I know of course that no words can make up for the years you lost in Azkaban. I was...”

“You don’t listen very well Albus,” Sirius interrupted the elderly wizard. “Very well, since you are determined to say your piece could you please skip the insincere apology and simply tell me what you want?”

“The Sorting Hat certainly chose correctly when it placed you my b...Sirius.” Albus cleared his throat. This wasn’t going at all as he had expected. “You are aware that Harry has taken on the mantle of Head of House Potter?”

“I am.”

“I am, as I have been for the past years, concerned that the responsibility is too much to lie on such young shoulders.” Here Albus was forced to stop as Sirius’ bark like laughter echoed throughout the room.

“I suppose I am expected to petition the Wizengamot to rescind Harry’s emancipation in our world, followed of course by a request for guardianship?” Sirius might have been a brash Gryffindor in his school days but he had grown up in the Ancient and Noble House of Black. He had learned intrigue and plotting at his father’s knee. Dumbledore might think himself clever and where most of the Wizarding world was concerned he would be correct, but Sirius wasn’t so easily fooled.

“He would be better off in our world. He needs to be prepared for the part he will play in permanently defeating Voldemort.”

“Yet a dozen years ago you claimed he was safer in the muggle world. I do wish you’d make up your mind Albus.” Sirius smirked at the uncertain look on the face of the old wizard. At one time he had looked up to this man but that had ended the day Albus allowed Crouch to throw him in Azkaban without a trial. “Nor, as far as I have heard, have you done anything to prepare Harry to face Voldemort, if he is in fact not gone.”

“Alas I am no longer Headmaster of Hogwarts.”

“Oh yes, I am quite aware of that. I am also aware that you were Headmaster during Harry’s first year and a part of his second. Why did you not offer him any extra training at that time?”

“I didn’t want to burden him, he is only a child,” Albus’ eyes twinkled madly as he said this.

Sirius barked another laugh. “Do you imagine those twinkling eyes will sway me to your way of thinking? Sorry to disappoint you old man but I am far past the time of trusting you. Now will you leave or must I summon my healer?”

“No need for that Sirius,” Remus growled from the now open door. “If Albus needs assistance in leaving I will gladly offer my services.”

Sirius grinned; “Remus, impeccable timing.”

“No need for that,” Albus assured them. “Please think on what we discussed Sirius.”

“Oh I will give it all of the attention it deserves Albus.”

Albus inclined his head and without another word left the room, doing his best to ignore the glare coming from Remus Lupin. As he stepped past the werewolf he saw Harry and his grandfather standing in the hall. The twin glares were disheartening but not unexpected. Holding his head high he walked past the two and down the hall to the floo.

“What do you suppose he was doing here Grandfather?” Harry asked once he was sure the elderly wizard was out of hearing distance.

“I would hope he was here to apologize to your godfather laddie,” Ginger tightened his hand which lay on Harry’s shoulder.

“But you don’t believe that?”

“No, I suspect he was attempting to gain an ally in Black.”

Harry laughed. “Does he really think the man would help him after all he’s done?”

Ginger shrugged. He had a difficult time believing it himself but wizards weren’t really known for their logic. “Perhaps he hoped the man would be so addled by his time in prison that he would be easily fooled.”

Harry frowned. “Do you think it would work, if that is what he was doing?”

“Not being acquainted with your godfather I’ve no idea. But don’t you worry laddie. You are Lord Potter in the Wizarding world and legally adopted by me in the non-magical world. Even if Dumbledore could convince your godfather to help him we can easily keep you from him, should it come to that.”

Inside the room Remus was asking similar questions. Sirius refused; however, to answer his questions, meeting his godson was much more important than discussing the attempted manipulations of an old man. Aside from which he expected Harry or his grandfather would ask the same questions and he would rather explain only once. Giving up, Remus opened the door and beckoned Ginger and Harry into the room.

Harry stood just inside the door, shyly looking at the floor. He hadn’t felt so uncertain since that day his grandfather rescued him from the Dursleys. What if Sirius was disappointed in him? Worse what if Dumbledore had turned the man against his grandfather before the two met? Harry knew the man in the hospital bed couldn’t take him from his family but he would hate to be at odds with the man his parents had entrusted him to, should the worst happen.

“Hello,” Sirius greeted with an uncertain smile. “You must be Mr. Hebblethwaite, Harry’s grandfather,” he held out a hand to the older man.

Ginger stepped forward, bringing Harry with him, taking the hand. “And you must be Sirius Black,” he smiled. “You’re looking much better than recent pictures.”

Sirius’ smile grew. “Yes, St. Mungo’s has done wonders. They’ve got me on a regimen of healing and nutrition potions that would choke a hippogriff,” he joked good-naturedly. “Alright there Harry?” the child’s continued silence was a bit unnerving.

Harry drew a deep breath and raised his head. He mightn’t be a brash Gryffindor but he was Lord Potter, he wouldn’t cower before this man as if he had been judged and found wanting. “I am sorry you suffered as a result of Dumbledore’s schemes.”

“Not your doing Harry, but your mother would have said something similar were she here.”

“Do you really think so?”

“I’m certain of it. I see you’re in Ravenclaw house, I imagine that must mean you’re awfully smart?”

“I do alright,” Harry shrugged.

“I know you do. I’ve had reports,” he winked at Harry while giving Remus a sidelong glance.

Harry laughed. “Only good things I hope.”

"Only the best,” Sirius assured with a grin. “I suppose you’re wondering what Dumbledore was doing here?”

“A bit,” Harry admitted.

“I shouldn’t wonder. To begin I didn’t invite him and I asked him to leave almost the moment he arrived. The man never has been good at listening to the desires of others, unless it suited him of course. I assure you I sent him away with a flea in his ear but the crux of the matter is he wanted me to contest your emancipation.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I imagine he hoped your godfather could challenge my guardianship if he had your emancipation rescinded,” Ginger said. “I am correct am I not Lord Black?”

“My friends call me Sirius and yes you are correct.”

“I don’t believe we could be considered friends just yet Lord Black.”

We both love Harry and I imagine have only his best interest at heart, how could we be anything but friends?” Sirius asked with his most charming smile.

Ginger inclined his head, acknowledging the truth of the younger man’s words. “I know this is true for me.”

“As it is for me, which is exactly why I will not follow Dumbledore’s suggestions. From everything I’ve read and that Remus has told me I was certain Harry was safe and happy with you. Seeing the two of you together I am even more certain than ever that Harry belongs with you. I do hope you will permit me to visit regularly. I have after all got a dozen years of godfather duties to make up for.”

Ginger smiled. “Just don’t spoil him too much, I have to live with him you know,” he teased.

Sirius laughed. “But that is the primary job of godfather isn’t it?”

“Good heavens, what have I let myself in for,” Ginger pretended to fret. “Oh and Sirius, my friends call me Ginger.”

"Good to meet you Ginger,” Sirius smiled. The awkwardness over, the men and child took seats, conversation flowing smoothly as they set about getting acquainted with one another.

TBC...
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