"Do you know what happened to this arm?" Harry asked in a quiet voice. "I do, right here..." Harry tapped the arm. "...is where I had a giant snake fang pierced my arm while saving not just Ginny but also the school from closing. Every time I looked at it I remembered that pain, that horrible and incredible pain, now when I see it I see what I survived and I feel stronger for it. It's a reminder for me, a reminder for all I have suffered and all I have gone through. I got it because I felt like it. Is that a problem?" Harry asked in a challenging voice. "Or am I suddenly evil because I have a snake tattoo?"
"No," Dumbledore shook his head. "it does not make you evil but.."
"In that case good. Now is there anything else we need to talk about?" Harry asked.
"Yes, the Dursley's, thankfully the blood wards work on your physical age and not your magical one, do you know what happened to them?"
"The lazy idiots were sleeping in, I didn't really pay attention to what happened to them." Harry shrugged.
"The house burnt down, they're probably dead." Moody commented.
"Hmm," Harry hummed, this was upsetting news, mainly because he wished he could have tortured the fuckers more. "whatever, at least I don't have to live with the prats anymore."
"Harry!" Dumbledore gasped, he like many members were shocked by Harry's uncaring attitudes. "They are your family!"
"No they are not." Harry said in a bored voice. "I would rather have a live and wild lion for a teddy bear than call them family."
"They're dead, you don't feel anything for them?!"
"Should I?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "Should I feel anything for those abusive bastards? Should I feel sorry that they can no longer hurt me? I think you might have a problem with your memory sir, because I remember spending years begging you to stop sending me back there. I'm emancipated, I was prepared to leave that house and never see or think about them again. Instead of asking me why I am not feeling anything for them, why don't you ask why they were so bad that I don't want to feel anything for them? Have you considered that maybe that is why those bloody wards of yours didn't work? Those bloody wards that were the damn reason you forced me to stay there in the first place?!" Harry stopped and visibly restrained himself paused turning to Sirius. "Hey Sirius, I know you can't really be my guardian now, but about that offer to live with you?"
"Yes," Sirius clapped before placing an arm around Harry's shoulder. "come on, I'll show you to your room." Sirius said happily before guiding Harry out the room.
"Dumbledore, the dark lord is calling." Snape whispered to Dumbledore while rubbing his arm.
"I understand, go Severus." Dumbledore said while he found himself deep in thought. How did the blood wards fail? They were supposed to even be able to keep out Voldemort himself, who was the person who attacked Harry? Speaking of Harry, Dumbledore had no idea what to do with him? He was getting really worried about the boy.
"I am so glad that you are here pup." Sirius said as he guided Harry up the stairs. "I was wondering what to do about where you would sleep, I was going to set up a room for you but I didn't really know what you would like. So I figured it would be better if I wait for you so we can decide how to make the room. Anyway, I was thinking of having you stay in my brother's room."
"You have a brother?" Harry asked unable to keep the surprise out of his voice.
"Yeah, Regulus, we didn't really get along." Sirius admitted. "I went to Gryffindor and was best friends with your dad and I was friends with muggleborns and half-bloods as well, Regulus on the other hand was the perfect son, the muggle hating Slytherin. Exactly what my parents wanted me to be."
"Sorry Sirius."
"Why you should you be sorry? It's not like it's your fault." Sirius replied waving a hand dismissively. "Anyway, I was going to put you in there but then Kreatcher went crazy about letting 'half-bloods' and 'mudbloods' in his great master's bedroom."
"Kreatcher?"
"Oh sorry, he is the Black family house elf. Except, much like the Blacks themselves, he is more than a little crazy. He's been on his own here for years with nothing but the company of my 'lovely' mother."
"You don't like her." Harry said, it was not a question.
"No, I don't." Sirius said honestly. "She wanted me to be a muggle hating pureblood arsehole, I thought she was a bitch, we just didn't get along. Luckily your dad was there for me or I would have gone mental. Anyway, Kreatcher doesn't really like me, never has. Regulus he loved, my mother he loved, my father he liked, me he hated."
"Where is your mother?" Harry asked.
"Huh?"
"Your mother, you said that your house elf was in the company of your 'lovely' mother."
"Oh, sorry I meant a portrait of her. You know that portrait on your right when you enter the house?"
"The one with the woman who looked like she just smelt something bad?" Harry asked.
"Yes, exactly." Sirius nodded, not even blinking at Harry's description. "That was my darling mother, the woman had a set of lungs that could make a banshee jealous and she would go for her wand if you gave her even the slightest reason. You may think I am unstable but after all of my years in Azkaban I was still far more stable than her. Matter of fact why didn't she scream when you entered?"
"Probably because I had immediately started attacking order members."
"Old hag was probably waiting to see if you would kill them."
"You know Sirius, believe it or not, but I am beginning to feel like you didn't get along with your family, just call it a feeling." Harry said dryly.
"I don't know what gave you that idea." Sirius said just as dryly as they stopped outside one room. The two looked at each other and managed to maintain a straight face for several seconds before they both began laughing, not really a happy laugh but not too sad either. "Anyway you're staying in here." Sirius said as he opened the door.
"Thanks." Harry said as he entered, the room wasn't anything spectacular. It had a bed, desk, chair, the usual things you'd expect in a room..
"I'm sorry if it's..."
"It's fine." Harry cut him off. "Needs a bit of a clean though, no offence Sirius but the whole house needs a clean."
"Yeah, Kreatcher is refusing to do it though." Sirius pointed out. "So unless you want to do it."
"I will, except when I say me, I mean Dobby." Harry called and as expected Dobby popped in. "Sirius meet Dobby, Dobby meet Sirius Black, my godfather and dog animagus."
"Dobby is happy to meet Master Harry's Mr Black." Dobby smiled at Sirius.
"Well I already like him better than Kreatcher." Sirius smiled.
"Dobby, do us a favour and clean this room for me." Harry said before turning to Sirius. "Where do you stay anyway?"
"I'll show you." Sirius said as he escorted Harry out the room and to his own room.
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