Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and JK Rowling is a genius for creating the series.
Being a father was something Sirius Black had not been quite prepared for. It had been five years since little Harry had come into the world and changed his life forever. Two of his best friend, James and Lily Potter had tragically died at the hands of the Dark Lord that had held a dark position over the magical world up until then. The Dark Lord had attempted to kill their child Harry who at the time was merely one but for some unknown reason, the Dark Lord failed. Two terrible and two good things came out of that night. Terrible: the deaths of Lily and James and therefore the death of Harry James Potter's wonderful parents. Good: The survival of young Harry and the mysterious disappearance of the Dark Lord after his failed attempt at murdering Harry. Little Harry had no physical shy a small lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead. Sirius was the godfather to Harry and was more than willing to take in the sweet boy.
One thing desperately bothered Sirius though. The Potter's had been in hiding for some time from the Dark Lord and only a select few knew of there whereabouts including himself, his other best friend, Remus Lupin, the headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and also the head of the Order of the Phoenix, Albus Dumbledore, and Peter Pettigrew who was also a friend. Sirius had ruled out Remus immediately as he had been just as shocked by the death. Dumbledore had been the next ruled out as he vehemently despised the Dark Lord and would in no way be speaking to him much less ratting out members of the Order he created to defeat the Dark Lord a.k.a. Lord Voldemort, You-Know-Who, and/or He Who Must Not Be Named. That left Pettigrew.
Sirius was furious. He wanted to kill Pettigrew immediately but a small part of his brain was screaming that he couldn't afford to be imprisoned and leave Harry all alone. So he went to Dumbledore in a rage. Dumbledore went to the Ministry and Peter Pettigrew was quickly imprisoned.
Since then Sirius has been able to focus his attention on Harry. Remus quickly became a helpful babysitter and Dumbledore made periodic visits to check in on the two (mostly Harry). Sirius and Harry stayed in Remus' house for nearly four months while Sirius' childhood home, now empty after the passing of Sirius' mother, underwent great renovation as the home had once housed very evil member's of the Black family, Sirius being the exception. The home had been full of dark artifices, moving and speaking paintings of Black descendants, the heads of previous house elves owned by the Black family, and had a general gloomy feel. Still, 12 Grimmauld Place was hidden from all those that did not have permission to be there and therefore prevented anyone from harming The Boy Who Lived through an attack from You-Know-Who. So things were thrown out, walls turn down, and the entire house gutted and redone with modern fixtures and bright colors.
After that Harry and Sirius had been able to settle into a daily life. Sirius had a bit of a go at setting limits for Harry to ensure he didn't turn into some sort of prat but Remus was able to help him form simple and fair rules for the boy and Harry continued to grow into a kind yet brave boy but he did seem to have a small mischievous habit but he always meant well enough.
Another great factor in Harry's life became the Weasley family, the parents (Molly and Arthur) were active members of the Order of the Phoenix and had a son right around Harry's age named Ron. Ron and Harry had instantly hit it off and Harry spent a lot of time at the Weasley's house which was fine with the Weasley's despite the fact that they had seven children in total. The red headed family loved the small black haired boy with the bright green eyes.
Sirius had plenty of inherited money from the Black fortune and could devote his full attention to Harry. Sirius could never be James and Lily but fully intended to be a good godfather to Harry, raise him right, and have a bit of fun along the way.
Harry at age 8
"Padfoot! Padfoot!" Harry called excitedly as he ran down the stairs to the simple red living room with large windows to find Sirius reading the Daily Prophet.
"Hey, pal," Sirius greeted happily as he sat down the popular wizarding newspaper. Sirius was rather tall with unruly black hair and bright grey eyes.
"Let's go flying! Come on! You said we'd go today," Harry insisted and Sirius chuckled lightly.
"Sure thing but maybe you should change and we'll eat breakfast first," Sirius suggested.
Harry looked down at the white footy pajamas he was wearing and blushed. "Oh, right. I'll be right back!" He exclaimed as he ran back up the stairs to the amusement of Sirius who then went into the brightly lit kitchen to cast a few cooking spells that Mrs. Weasley had taught him and soon a simple breakfast of pancakes and bacon were made and he was sitting at the wooden breakfast table, sipping tea and awaiting Harry. Sirius used to have an inherited house elf called Kreacher who would have cooked for him but Kreacher had detested Sirius and the feeling was mutual so Sirius had gave up control of Kreacher and the elf now worked as one of the many cooks at Hogwarts.
"Do I smell pancakes?" Harry asked as he came into the kitchen now dressed in jeans and and a short sleeved green t-shirt.
"You do," Sirius replied. "Eat up, we have a long day."
"We do?" Harry immediately sat down and dove into his pancakes.
"Mhm. I was thinking we could fly to Diagon Alley and get you some new clothing." Harry made a face at the idea of clothes shopping and Sirius continued, "Then we could stop for lunch and maybe a quick trip to the ice cream parlor."
"Yay!" Harry immediately perked up.
"But," Sirius added. "Only if you behave while we shop for clothes. No complaining." Harry thought this over for a few moments before saying,
"Okay, Padfoot." They quickly finished breakfast and were soon mounting Sirius' broom. Sirius was letting Harry take control as he was already quite good at flying but Sirius was paying close attention just in case he needed to take over. Once at Madam Malkin's, which was the best place for clothes in Diagon Alley, Harry held true to his word and did not complain about having to shop for clothes. He did groan a few times but when Sirius warned him to stop, he did.
Truthfully, Harry was in need of new clothing. He didn't grow very fast but he was fairly active outside, running around with Ron which made his clothes quickly get stains and holes. In total, they bought two new pairs of jeans, three t-shirts (one red, one black, and one purple), a pair of blue pajamas, and a new casual black robe.
Harry was relieved when the shopping was over and they could eat lunch at The Leaky Cauldron where Harry enjoyed a ham sandwich with chips and a glass of pumpkin juice. The two then enjoyed vanilla ice cream cones before heading home. The day was great but it was at home that the day took a turn. They were both in the living room, the radio playing music with the volume set low.
"Harry, I want to talk to you," Sirius began from the light brown couch, interrupting Harry who was practicing Lumos on a toy wand only capable of the spells 'Lumos' which made the wands tip illuminate light and 'Accio' which was a summoning charm to bring desired items towards you.
"About what?" Harry asked as he moved to the couch.
"Well, the bi-annual family dinner is coming up-" Harry let out an audible groan. What Sirius was referring to was a gathering of the Malfoy family and all distant relatives and as we Sirius was first cousins with Narcissa Malfoy who was married to Lucius Malfoy, they had attended the last several yearly dinners. Honestly, Harry was also loosely cousin's with the family as well but he had tried not to dwell on that. He did not like the family much at all even though Sirius insisted on Harry socializing with them and being pleasant. The family was push and a bit snobby.
"Aw, Sirius. Do we have to go again?"
Sirius sighed. "Yes, Harry. There was a time when I most certainly did not like the Malfoy's but in the last few years they've really tried to make a go of being decent people."
"They're not doing a very good job," Harry muttered indignantly.
"Harry," Sirius abdomished. "Don't speak about people like that. They are trying to make the effort to do better and be kind to us and therefore we should make an effort to meet them halfway. I don't want to hear you saying rude things like that. Understand?"
Now it was Harry's turn to sigh. "Yeah. I'm sorry."
"It's alright," Sirius forgave. "Besides, it wouldn't do you harm to make friends with their son." Narcissa and Lucius had a son his age named Draco.
"But we went to the last one," Harry tried.
"And we are going to this one," Sirius confirmed.
"Fine," Harry conceded with a huff. "When is it?"
"Next Friday. Oh, and you'll be staying at the Weasley's on this Sunday." This made Harry a bit happier. He loved the Weasley's and his best friend Ron.
"I have a meeting with Dumbledore that night."
That Sunday, Sirius floo'd Harry to the Weasley's around four o'clock. Harry was immediately outside with Ron. They two ran around for a little while before settling under a tree with a few chocolate frog candies.
"So," Ron said with a mouth full of chocolate. "He's really making you go?"
Harry nodded. "Yep. I don't think it's fair. He wants me to make friends with Draco."
Just then Mrs. Weasley called them in for dinner and they ran towards the large house. Once inside Ron said,
"That's crazy," as Mrs. Weasley wiped the two boys down with a wet rag.
"What are you two talking about?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"The Malfoy family dinner," Harry said as a thought popped into his head. "Hey, you guys are purebloods right? So shouldn't you guys be related to the Malfoys."
"Barely," Mrs. Weasley spoke quickly as the two boys sat down at the long wooden table and the other redheaded children and Mr. Weasley made there way to the table.
"So were you invited?" Harry asked.
"Harry," Fred cautioned who was a few years older than Harry and twin to George who sat next to Fred. Harry didn't know what he was trying to warn.
"Yes, but Harry, dear, I don't think we're very welcome," Mrs. Weasley said softly as she sat a basket of biscuits onto the table.
"Mrs. Weasley," Harry insisted. "Sirius says that the Malfoy's are trying to be good people and that we should make the effort and meet them halfway."
"Harry." This time the warning came from both Fred and Charlie who was the second eldest Weasley child. Harry still didn't understand.
"I suppose..." Mrs. Weasley said slowly.
"And you always say it's important to be kind to people even when they haven't always been kind to you. Did you mean that?" Harry asked.
"Of course!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. "Oh Arthur, the boy has a point."
"Yes, he does," Mr. Weasley began.
"Harry!" That time the warning came from all the Weasley children which included (eldest ot youngest): Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and the only girl at a year younger than Ron, Ginny.
"What?" Harry finally asked but it was too late.
"Alright, we'll go," Mr. Weasley declared. All the children sighed.
"Oh grand," George said sarcastically. "Maybe they'll teach me how to bewitch a cat."
"Please George," Mrs. Weasley. Harry became quickly aware that the Weasley children wanted to go about as much as Harry did but they weren't mad at Harry and he felt better knowing there would be more friendly faces there.
A/N: That's my first chapter! I'm sorry if there are any mistakes! Comment, please. Oh and the second chapter will be up tomorrow! I just have to edit it.