29 Unsettling Revelations

Harry's POV

"It all started when I was found myself in an alley with no idea who I was…" Harry started and then proceeded to let Sirius know most of his story, leaving out Luna's lesson, his grasp on magic and his mum's vault.

He had no idea who this man was, or where his loyalty laid. All he knew is that Black was an innocent man who was on the run. No one ever said anything about his personality or what anything like that. For all he knew the guy could be a dick. So, yeah, he was going to be cautious.

Sirius' face went through a variety of emotions, mostly shock and sadness, but he held his tongue until the tale was over. He fumed at the Headmaster's forcefulness, but as a wizard he didn't understand why it was such a big deal. It was something that Dumbledore was well known for and in this world he had every right to do what he did. However, he could see the teen's point of view.

He did say no and was still held down and 'mind-raped'. The older man knew if Albus did that to him, spells would have been thrown, but he was an adult. He looked at his godson's face and realized the whole thing had been traumatic for the kid. He vowed to have words with Dumbledore.

Black would have to decide who to stand by, Harry or Albus. While he wanted to instantly say it would be Harry, the teen wasn't in his right mind right now.

He didn't know what he was facing and seemed to have picked up the attitude that he was invincible, which granted most teenage wizards thought at one point or another. But, if what Harry was saying was true, then Albus was also not in his right mind, so he was going to have to think hard on all of this.

"Now, tell me about you and my dad," Harry all but ordered, breaking Sirius from his thoughts, not wanting to discuss the whole violation with an adult. He could see that Sirius, like that old cat-woman, didn't think the Headmaster had done anything wrong. It must be a wizarding thing.

Sirius bounced in his seat and started telling his godson all about the Marauders and what they got up to in school. The more the Animagus talked the less impressed Harry was with the group of friends.

Not all, but some of the things being described were cruel and just plain bullying in our hero's mind. The teen's face got harder and harder as he tried not to explode on the man who was taking great pleasure in the recapping of someone else's pain. The whole attempted murder, via werewolf, thing didn't sit well with him at all.

It seemed that his dad grew out of it, because his mum insisted that he do so if he wanted to court her. But this guy appeared to be thrilled, if not proud, of what they had done.

"You mean to tell me that you 'Marauders' hurt that bloke Snape on a constant basis?" Harry growled at Sirius when he was done retelling his schooldays. "And that you don't feel a bit of remorse for doing so? You almost had him killed, how is that okay with you?" the dark-haired teen accused, with disgust dripping in his tone.

"No, don't get me wrong, I feel really bad about some of the stuff we did. Especially the Remus bit," Black said quickly, holding up his hands compliantly. "You have to understand, there was a war going on and most of the Dark side was from Slytherin. We thought we were fighting against an enemy. It wasn't until we graduated and Peter betrayed us that we realized that the enemy was from all Houses. We were young and stupid," he explained quickly. "In our defense we spent just as much time in the Hospital Wing as they did. Only they fought back with borderline illegal spells."

"No, you don't understand, you almost got another student eaten by a werewolf," Harry accused, pointing his finger at his godfather. "As a joke," he emphasized, not understand the mindset of anyone who would do that.

"I have been falsely imprisoned for over twelve years, I think I've paid for that," Sirius snapped, tired of defending himself to a kid. He really did feel bad about what he had tried to do to Snivellus, but he did feel he had done his time for that crime.

"Yeah, I suppose," Harry said thoughtfully, still not sure how he felt, but willing to let it go for now. "What would you do if you saw Snape now?" the teen asked very curious about the answer.

"You said you woke up with the taste of dirty socks, which means a potion. He is the Potions Master of the school. So, to tell the truth I would probably tie him down and force the truth out of him," the dogman said seriously. He wouldn't put it past Dumbledore's pet Death Eater to have done something to his godson. When it came to the name Potter that man's mind when bonkers. Yes, he would have to find the man and… talk.

"Okay, I can see why you would think that, and from what I'm told and the one time I met him, the man does seem to hate me," Harry conceded, wondering how Sirius would do that. Then a thought filtered through his head and he started to make a plan for the greasy-haired git. He would just have to figure out how to do it and keep his morals. Maybe he'd talk to that bloody ghost. He seemed to know something.

"What are your plans now that you're all emancipated?" Sirius asked, getting away from the touchy subject.

"I'm not sure, I mean I don't feel the need to learn what Hogwarts teaches. Plus, I don't want to participate in their foolish game, and I don't really want to be under the same roof with thieves and mind-rapist," Harry said with a shrug. He was making a few revenge plans, and he wanted to know how he ended up an amnesiac, both of those required he stay in the castle. However, judging from what Hermione told him, he really wasn't safe there. 'Then again, with this new form of magic, what could really hurt me?' he thought in that 'I'm an adult now' teenage way.

"I agree with you for the most part. But, Harry, you're fourteen years old, with no memory, no skills and no guardian. People are not going to sell or rent to you," the other man argued, pointing out some of the obstacles in the boy's way. He well knew this was true, from when he ran away at the age of sixteen. Even the Leaky Cauldron had turned him away, and he had to beg his best mate's family to take him in. Thank Merlin for the Potters.

"Don't I have houses I can go to?" the teen asked, remembering what Luna said about his family being prestigious.

"No, sorry, but no. Potter Manor was destroyed in the war, and Godric's Cottage is now a monument. There's no place for you to go there," Sirius said sadly. He spent a good few years at the manor, so it was disheartening that it was gone.

"Well, I have tons of money. I…" Harry started, thinking that money runs the world.

"Which will only get you so far," his godfather interrupted. "Yeah, it'll get you a place to stay, but let's think about that a minute. If you bribe someone into giving you a flat, they then have blackmail material on you and can use it to milk you of all your money. Then when you can't pay them anymore, they turn to the next bidder. That is not a good way to start a new life," he said, imparting some of the lessons his father had taught him before he rebelled. "The only way that works is if you have good stuff on them as well and since your memory isn't there, well…"

"I know how to defend myself. If they push it I will retaliate," the teen said forcefully.

"Which still won't get you shelter," was the rebuttal.

"Fine," Harry threw up his hands. "What do you suggest?" he snapped at yet one more adult that was trying to hold him down.

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