Chapter 3
Ok, at this point he could no longer convince himself. It has been weeks since that conversation and the signs were all pointing to one thing and one thing only.
Harry was abused.
He was always on guard never really relaxing and always marking the exits with his eyes. When time to eat food came, he always eat like somebody's was going to take his food away. And there were a bunch of other signs that pointed to the same thing.
He failed. He failed James boy, his little prongslet, his godson. Harry. Harry, who looks just like his father and at times does something just like him ,that it's hard to imagine what he went through in that house. Cause now he's sure. He sure of the fact that whatever he lived through, was not the childhood Sirius wanted for him. And he had to fix it. He ha d to apologize for leaving him there and for not being there for him. He had a lot of things to apologize for. And he desperately needed to get him out of that house, forever. Not just for some time like now, for example, spending the rest of the summer with him. He needed to make sure that he never stepped foot in that house ever again, for as long as he was alive. He would make sure that never happened.
He would also make sure to give the headmaster a piece of his mind. Because how dare he? How dare do that to Harry? His godson? And then go around and tell everyone that he was being raised happily and was even a little spoiled. Well clearly that was not the bloody case.
Oh how he wants to go over there and give him a piece of his mind. But he can't. At least not right now. Dumbledore is a public figure. A public figure that most of the wizarding population adored and adores. So if he went over there right now, it would only increase the charges on him and get looked up, again, in azkaban. And he didn't want that, especially not when he was ,finally, once again with his family. So he had to be careful.
But first thing that he had to do was talk to Harry. And that was exactly what he was going to do right now.
So he went to find him.
. There was a knock on his door and then a voice called out:
" Harry? Are you there? I need to talk to you."
Ok, so that was Sirius and he wanted to talk to him. No biggie. It was going to over so well. And he was no going to panic. No sir. Nope.
" Uh, yeah, I'm here, you can come in."
The door open and Sirius came inside the room. He looked...well, he didn't look well. That is to say, he looked like somebody had given him a revelation that had turned his world upside down. And not in a good way. He looked sad, resigned, worried and a bit afraid. But buried deep in his eyes was anger. Which was not good. Not at all. Not a life of things made him that angry anymore. He only got that angry when someone mentioned petergrew. So whatever got him that angry was Serious. Pun not intended.
"Are you okay? Did something happen?"
"No, well I need to talk to you. It's about...your homelife ."
He said as he closed the door. "My-my home life? W-why? Did something happen?" He asked again.
At this point he was panicking and sweating bullets. His home life? What did that even mean? Did he find out? But how? He was carful not to leave any signs. So how did he-? Wait. Maybe was about something else. Yea that had to be it. He was worrying for nothing. He couldn't have possibly find out. How could he?
"Look, you're a good kid, and you know I love you right? You do know that?"
"O-of course I know that , why wouldn't I?" No, he did not In fact know that. But what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right?
Sirius sighed " at first I thought I was imagining things, overthinking it and making false conclusions, but as time went on it became more apparent. And I need to know this. I need to know if I'm right, and I don't want you to lie. So I'm going to ask you a question and I need you to answer it , honestly, truthfully, okay?"
What became more apparent? What was he talking about? Making false conclusions? What false conclusions and about what? Harry was feeling more and more confused the longer this went on.
"Okay? I promise I'll answer the question honestly."
"Good. Harry, are you being...abused by your relatives?" And it looked like it hurt him to say that. But that was not what he focused on, no. What he focused on was the fact they he knew. He knew. Now he's going to think he phatetic. He, the boy who lived l, the vanquisher of Voldemort, abused by his muggle relatives. He could already see the headlines.
And oh Merlin, was it getting hard to breathe. And suddenly there were hands all around him, and he didn't want that, didn't like it. "I- I'm sorry,I'm sorry I'm sorry" he started repeating over and over again. And he couldn't hear anything other then the vile words of his relatives, telling him what a freak he was. He couldn't hear his godfather telling him to breathe in and out, that he wasn't there at that house. That was all background noise to him.
That continued on for some while. He doesn't know how long it lasted all he knows was that it was a long time. But Harry finally fall asleep. That wasn't exactly what he was aiming for, but at least he wasn't panicking now. He got the answer now. That reaction was answer enough without him telling him himself. Harry was abused. And badly so, if that reaction was anything to go by. And he knew one thing for sure. He was going to fix it.