[HP] Dark Godfather

"Goodbye, Harry, I'll write to you!"

"Goodbye, Ron, Hermione, thank you!"

Watching his friends leave, Harry Potter walked out of platform nine and three-quarters in some frustration.

"Maybe I was too eager and scared him, so he didn't write me back..." Harry dragged his big suitcase along the long platform alone in disappointment.

"Yeah, who would like a boy like me, always getting into trouble." Harry's nose was sour and his eyes were a little blurry.

"Hey, Harry, Harry Potter!"

Suddenly, Harry heard a bright and hearty voice calling him, raised his head in bewilderment, Harry grinned happily, the man standing in the crowd had a face he was very familiar with, his baby notebook was full of these Photos and reports of men.Now, this man was wearing a handsome black windbreaker, his black semi-long hair was flying in the wind, and his black eyes were piercing. He opened his arms and grinned at Harry.

"godfather!"

Harry quickly dropped his luggage and threw himself into Sirius Black's open arms happily.

"Hey boy, you're heavier than I thought!"

Black picked up the boy, weighed it, and laughed loudly, leading Harry to laugh happily too.

"Godfather, why are you here...I thought, I thought..."

After standing still, Harry touched his head in embarrassment, and said hesitantly.

"What do you think, old Blake forgets his godson?"

Black made a serious face on purpose, ruffled the boy's untidy black hair vigorously, and grabbed Harry's nose, "How about a surprise?"

"Hey!" Harry nodded with a smirk.

"Let's go home together, I have a lot to tell you!" Black put his arms around the boy's shoulders and strode forward.

"Go home?" Harry looked up at Black in surprise, and was trotted by Black. "Which home?" the boy asked expectantly but hesitantly.

"Of course it's our home, No. 12, Grimmauld Place!" Black turned his head and said strangely.

"Or—" Blake grimaced in disgust, "You want to go back to your nasty aunt's house? Uh, I'm sorry I used the word 'hate', to be honest, I just think that family is annoying. When James and Lily got married, I Don't wait to see their home!"

Harry felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest, leaving his aunt's house, what a good thing, Merlin knew how much he wanted to get out of there, "Uh, yes! Uh, no, I mean I don't want to go back to my aunt's house, and... ..." Harry rubbed his nose and said with sore eyes, "I want to live with you, Godfather!"

Black glanced at the boy hiding his tears behind his broken glasses, turned his head and looked into the distance intentionally, "Call me Sirius, Harry!" The man put his arms around Harry's shoulder vigorously, and said loudly, "Of course, You can also call me 'Great Godfather Lord Black', I sure don't mind!"

"Huh?" Harry was puzzled at first, and then realized that Sirius was joking with him, so the boy smiled happily, with wet tears in the corners of his eyes.

×××××

Dumbledore wrote the last line and put the parchment in an envelope.

"Fox, please!"

Looking at Fox's disappearing back outside the window, the old headmaster was stunned for a long time and sighed.

×××××

"Good afternoon, ma'am!"

Harry looked at the lady in the portrait in front of him, and greeted him nervously.

"Hmph!" Mrs. Black raised her chin and glanced at Harry with a quarter of her eyes. "Your unruly messy hair, hereditary nearsightedness, needless to say, the brat of the Potter family!"

Harry thought the tone was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

Harry looked behind him, Sirius on the sofa was frowning at a letter, Harry saw Fox brought it, and knew that it might be a letter from Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Will Dumbledore ask the godfather to send me back to my aunt's house?" Harry was very anxious. He always had a premonition that Dumbledore didn't seem to want him to leave his aunt's house, but Harry didn't dare to ask the little one. Sirius, afraid of getting bad news.

After Sirius finished reading the letter, he immediately leaned over the coffee table to write a reply. While writing the letter, he looked up at Harry, who gave him a shy and uneasy smile, but it looked like he was crying.

Blake blinked, quickly wrote a few words, let Fox take him away, then he stood up, walked up to Harry, stroked his head, put his hands on his shoulders, and turned his body to face Portraits on the wall.

"This is my mother, Volgar Black," Black whispered behind Harry.

"Hello, Mrs. Black!" Harry greeted again politely.

"Mum, this is my godson, Harry Potter!" Blake said with a smile, "I think you've just met!"

"...Hello!" Mrs. Black nodded reluctantly after being silent for a while.

"Kritch!" Blake called out loudly.

The old house-elf immediately appeared in front of Black and Harry, bowing his head silently and respectfully, his nose almost touching the floor, and around his neck was a black tea towel trimmed with scarlet lace, with the family crest embroidered on it.

Klitsch looked up, and Harry noticed that it was actually wearing a pair of large dark glasses.

"Cough cough!"

Seeing the godson's surprised eyes, Blake could only clenched his fists and coughed twice, whispering, "I don't like the lightbulb eyes of the house elf, you know, they don't look very comfortable!"

Black's face was a little red, and he quickly changed the subject, "This is Krich, the exclusive house elf of the Black family. It's a bit old, but it's quite obedient. You can call it."

After listening to Black's words, Klitsch straightened his chest almost into a bow, and the big sunglasses on his face couldn't stop his proud gaze.

Harry blushed and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Sirius, I think so too." Harry's voice of suppressing laughter sounded weird.

"Ahem, since you already know my mother, I think you can call her grandma in the future—you don't mind, mother!" Blake quickly changed the subject again,

"Hmph!" Mrs. Black turned and disappeared into the picture frame.

"Well... my mother is a little shy!" Black looked at Harry awkwardly.

The boy looked at the picture frame with some disappointment, "She doesn't like me, does she?"

"Actually she doesn't like me that much!" Blake shrugged. "However, I believe that every mother loves her children, no matter how they express it!"

Harry thought of Aunt Petunia feeding Darley like a pig, and nodded with difficulty.

"My mother has high expectations for me, but obviously I didn't meet her requirements." Blake said helplessly, "You see, mother always likes children who can be tied on the waistband. I have a younger brother, and he is quite Obedient, but sometimes such an obedient child can do some amazing things, and these things are obviously beyond the mother's expectations!"

Harry nodded half-understanding, "What about your brother?"

"He's dead!" Blake's eyes darkened. "It's rare for him to do something with his own opinion, but he died because of that. My mother is very sad."

"Oh, sorry, Sirius." Harry hurriedly comforted Black.

Black knelt down and looked Harry in the eyes carefully, "To mother, son's life is more important than anything else, Harry."

Black put his hand on Harry's chest, and said to him seriously, "So you do anything, the premise is to live safely, even if not for yourself, but also for those who love you! Your mother protected you with her life, You must cherish life, otherwise it is a blasphemy against the mother."

Harry's green eyes filled with tears instantly, "I know..." Harry choked up and said, "Principal Dumbledore told me that my mother was killed by Voldemort to protect me..."

"And when you were in the first grade, you got extra points for fighting the Death Eater Chino!" Black squeezed Harry's arms so hard that Harry felt a little pain.

"Haven't you considered the dangers of confronting a grown-up wizard? Don't you know that Voldemort is a murderous devil? He can kill a child like you more easily than an ant!"

Black yelled loudly, "Do you think your mother used her life to protect you just to make you die again?"

"I'm sorry!" The boy finally couldn't help but hugged Black fiercely and cried, "I'm sorry, I, I just don't want to let everyone down..."

Black hugged Harry tightly and sighed, "Child, you don't need to care about other people's eyes. To those who really care about you, you are you, not a savior, not a golden boy."

Black took a deep breath, rested his chin on Harry's messy hair and said affectionately, "For me, you are just Harry, my godson. I only want you to live safely, study and live happily. Dealing with Voldemort Leave these things to us adults, all you have to do now is play Quidditch, have a crush on girls, and play pranks like all 12-year-old boys!"

Black took out his handkerchief, wiped away the boy's tears, stared at Harry's red eyes and said earnestly, "Do you understand? Harry Potter!"

Harry nodded vigorously.

"Then laugh, go upstairs and change my clothes for me, then obediently follow me to eat Chinese food, sleep in tomorrow, I will accompany you to choose a new broom, I heard that there is a Firebolt that has just come out, limited edition !"

"Well, okay!" Harry's eyes lit up when he heard something about Quidditch, and he ran up the stairs slowly, not forgetting to say loudly on the stairs, "Thank you, Sirius! Really Glad to have you as godfather, I will not let you down."

"I'd be happier if you changed your name to Black!" Black thought to himself, smiling at Harry.

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Dumbledore opened Black's reply—

[Dear Headmaster Dumbledore:

About Harry's magical protection - at least one week a month at the Dursley's, I already know.One week before the start of school, I will accompany my godson to live in Dursley's house. I hope you can assist in the early communication work. I hereby report to you!

Sincerely Sirius Black, Harry Potter's faithful godfather]

Dumbledore stared at the note for a full 2 ​​minutes, scratched his head, adjusted his glasses, and finally took out the candy from the drawer and slowly stuffed it into his mouth, but couldn't force a smile.