Chapter 4
Ok, so maybe he didn't think it through, didn't have a plan. He was more focused on worrying about Harry and cursing dambuldoreuldore. But he'll make a plan. Eventually. And hopefully get Remus in on it. Maybe he'll think of some kind of plan that won't get him thrown into Azkaban again, and will clear his name.
Or maybe that's just wishful thinking. Oor maybe he can, as lord Black, request a trial since he never really got one. You know that's actually genius!
Sure, the Black family has decreased, not a lot of them are really left, and from those who are left some have changed their last names. But the Black family still has a lot of power and influence that others can't ignore. As well as a lot of wealth. So maybe, if he played his cards right, he could get a trial and request to take Veritaserum so that way they'll know that he's telling the truth.
And they can't just ignore the lord Black, so he will get the trail that he should've gotten years ago. And because it will look really bad for their images when it'll be found out that he was inoccent all this time, which he was, inoccent that Is, they'll trip over their one feet to help him and get in his good graces so that they won't lose their jobs.
And other politics and stuff. And bed press thing. That'll be hard to handle, so they'll rather suck up to him and hope for the best. Which he will take advantage of. Because come on, he spent YEARS in that prison, for no real reason. AND he didn't even get a trial. If that isn't unfair he doesn't know what is.
And apparently he is Lord black. Which, you know, given that he got burned of the family tapestry, he didn't expect. He thought he got disowned. Not get named the heir. Don't know how that happened.
Like who even agreed on that?! He knows it wasn't dear old mom.
But anyway, that besides the point. The most important thing right now, is Harry.
He slept through the day, and the night. So he knows that Harry will be hungry when he wakes up, and that's why he bought food. Now he's just waiting for him to wake up.
You know, he probably seems to clam for what happened yesterday and what he found out. But that's just because he's had time to process the information and the fact that he's saving his anger to those that truly deserve it. Cause Merlin knows he's angers kinda ... Scary, to say the least. Or dangerous. Just like any other blacks. Well, especially those who suffer from the black family madness. Yeah , that's a pain to deal with.
Like sure, he's- was. Best friends, or well more than that (Platonically), with James, Remus and other Gryffindors. Because you know, him being in Gryffindor thing. Who are light cored, and generally all light familys. But let's not forget where he grew up. Who he grew up with. I mean , the black family isn't exactly what you'll call a warm family or a family that that treats kids nicely.
And he did pick up a spell or two, that's not exactly nice. There dark spells, and as he has a dark core, there not exactly hard to cast.
So for now he's keeping his anger contained. But when it's time. Let's just say that he'll find use of those dark spells.
But right now he needs to clear his name, in order to get Harry out of that-that place, forever. So sending a letter to an old friend he settles in the chair next to his godson and waits for him to wake up. As well as receive a letter from said old friend. Who'll hopefully not eat him out to the ministry before he's officially free from them.
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It was a beautiful day indeed. So beautiful in fact that she never could've guessed what would happen later on.
She was not expecting a letter from an unfamiliar owl , and because she's not stupid, like some people, she checked the letter for any dark magic, spells, ill intent , or something of the sorts before opening it and glancing down to read the name of the person who sent it.
And dropping it in surprise and shock . Because she certainly was not expecting to receive a letter from her old school friend, now a person on the run from the government, a person who did something no one has before, escaped Azkaban. Sirius Black.
She considered sending the letter straight to the ministry but, well. Maybe she still held onto that thin string hope, that he didn't do it. Didn't do what he was arrested for. She kept clinging to that string for a while now, because it just did not add up. Something was wrong. The Sirius black that she knew would never do something like that. He would never betray James, James if all people. He would never even think of it. He'd rather kill himself than betray him.
That was the Sirius that she knew. Not the one everyone says he is. He would've never joined the dark lord. NEVER.
She always, always thought something was wrong. And now he's escaped and has written to her. So maybe, just maybe, she is right.( And she dearly hopes she is).
So with her childhood friend in mind, and hope in her heart, she picked up the letter from the ground and started reading it. And reading it again. And again. And again. Again and again, all over again.
After she finished she was fuming from how angry and furious she was. How dare they, just toss him into jail with NO trial?! Are they insane?!
Now she's glad she didn't send the letter to the ministry before reading it, because who knows what might have happened?
And yes he could be lying, but also, she doesn't remember him getting a trial. And she this is the missing pieces of the puzzle that she has been struggling to find. Because as she said, he would've never betrayed Lily and James. So for now shes decided to trust him.
She just hopes that she made the right choice and that she doesn't regret it later on.
So she writes him a reply and sends it with the owl that came here. And hoped that he'll reply soon.
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To be honest he wasn't really expecting a response from her, and especially one so soon. But maybe he should've expected it. Knowing her, she probably thought the whole situation was a little fishy. But he's thankful all the same .
Morning came, and with that Harry started stirring. He was waking up. And while that was good and all, he was kinda nervous. What if he freaked out again? How was he supposed to clam him if it was as bad as the last one?!
But it was too late to be panicking because he had already opened his eyes.
"Sirius? What are you doing here?"
He asked, and i was about to answer but looks like I didn't have to because realization dawned on his face.
" Oh blood hell, oh shit, fuck!" Harry started cursing up a storm, looking like he was about to start having a panick attack. Again.
So now he was frantically trying to clam him down. "Harry, you have to listen to me, everything is okay, I won't think any less of you just because of what you went through. I promise bud. But right now I need you to clam down a bit, okay? Right just like that. Breathe in...and breathe out. Your doing great bud."
He kept muttering reassurance to him and trying to clam him down.
After a few minutes, he finally calmed down, and so he started talking again.
"Look, I know that you're not in the mood right now, but we need to talk."
Aand that was probably not the best was to start a conversation with a panicking teen. He's trying okay?
Harry breathe started to pick up again so he quickly added: " I know that was probably not the best way to start this conversation but I need you to clam down before you get yourself cought in a panic attack again. Look I know that this is hard. I know you don't want to talk about it. But I understand, Harry, I was in a similar position once, and I got out of it, with the help of your father. And I'll be damned if I don't return the favor. I'm not doing this just because your James kid either Harry, I care about you like my own kid. And I'm probably not going to have any kids of my own, so your the closest thing I'll ever get to having a kid. Hell, you are my kid. And nothing's going to change that. I don't care what those muggles told you but I care about you,I love you, and I'll never stop feeling that way. But I also need to know what they did to you, so that I can know how to help you better. So that I can get you out of there. I'll make sure that you never have to return to that place ever again."
" Y-you really mean that? You mean all of that? And you not just lying?" Harry asked, tears streaming down his face while his eyes held hope so painful inside them.
" Of course I mean it Harry, I would never lie to you."
"You promise?"
"I promise"
"...okay then, I will tell you. Later, I'll tell you later."
"Okay then prongslet, when your ready."
And so they spent the rest of the day cuddling.