Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. My name is not JK Rowling, I am not British, and I most definitely have not written seven bestselling books.

AN: I gave up on Fiery Passion, but this one has been stuck in my head for days so I have finally decided to write it. I have everything planned out in a chapter-by-chapter analysis. I will try to update at least once a week but will not promise anything. I know this idea has been done many many times but I love it and I hope that I have done the idea justice in my own way. Without further ado, Taking Charge :)

Harry Potter sat alone in his bedroom at Number 4 Privet Drive. He had just finished his third year at Hogwarts and was none too happy about having to return to the Dursley's. Not that they paid him much attention anyway. In fact, they were now scared to do anything that would make him angry enough to contact his Godfather.

The events of the previous year flashed through Harry's mind. After he found out that Sirius Black was his Godfather and that Peter Pettigrew had been the one to actually betray his parents, he had been ecstatic to being leaving the Dursley's forever. Professor Lupin inadvertently ended that dream before it had even came to fruition. Sirius had gotten caught, Pettigrew had gotten away, and Ron was injured. In the end, he and Hermione had stolen Buckbeak and saved Sirius from a fate worse than death. But since Sirius was on the run now, Harry could not live with him and was forced to return to his horrible relatives.

He hadn't heard from Sirius all summer but wasn't too worried that he had been caught. Fudge would have it in all the papers if they had finally caught Sirius Black. The only person who Harry had heard from was his best friend, Hermione Granger. She had sent him a message ever other day for the entire summer. He hadn't heard from Ron at all and so, he had been forced to stay at the Dursley's instead of going to the Burrow like usual. At the end of the year, Ron had seemed fine but every letter that Harry had sent to him had been returned. He would find out what was wrong with him when he saw them on the platform in a month. Maybe Hermione had been able to get a hold of him.

At the moment, Harry was composing a new letter to Hermione. Hedwig was catching up on some sleep in her cage before he would need her to deliver the letter. Hermione was back at her house after her yearly vacation with her parents. In her previous letter, she had invited Harry to come and spend the rest of the summer with him. She knew that Ron had not invited him over like he usually did and she didn't want Harry stranded at the Dursley's all summer. Harry was excited at the prospect of going to the Granger's for the last month before Hogwarts term started again and was in the process of telling her so in the letter when he heard a strange noise coming from downstairs.

Knowing that the Dursley's would be in bed, it was two in the morning, he grabbed his wand, opened his bedroom door, and crept out into the hall. A small thud came from downstairs and he could hear murmurs coming from the direction of the kitchen. Quietly, Harry walked down the stairs and towards the kitchen. The voices got slightly louder as he got closer to the door.

"Shh, Padfoot. You're going to wake someone up."

Padfoot? Harry thought. Who's Padfoot?

Harry recognized the voice but didn't have any idea who was in there and whether they were friendly or not. Silently, he crept up to the kitchen door and cracked it open slightly. A huge smile appeared on his face as he saw who was in the room.

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were standing in the kitchen. Sirius was holding the toaster up, looking at his reflection in the shiny exterior. Since he had been on the run, he had bulked up slightly and looked like he was eating better than he had been while in Azkaban. He looked almost like he did before his best friends had been murdered and he enjoyed looking at his appearance in the reflective surface.

The two men had yet to realize that Harry was standing in the doorway. Remus was smiling at his friend's antics while also looking around to take in the other muggle appliances. Finally, his eyes went over the doorway and saw Harry standing there.

"Harry!" Remus exclaimed quietly, grinning.

Sirius, hearing his exclamation, turned sharply, putting the toaster back down on the counter. He smile widely and walked quickly towards his godson, pulling Harry into a hug. Harry laughed as Sirius squeezed him tightly.

Sirius pulled back, looking at Harry. Remus was next, but he only briefly hugged Harry before stepping back beside Sirius. The three stood there for a few seconds simply smiling, glad to see each other.

Finally, Harry gestured to the kitchen table and the three sat down after Harry got them all a glass of water.

"What are you guys doing here?" Harry asked. "Sirius, I thought you were hiding from the Ministry?"

The two men looked at each other, a serious look on their faces. They looked back at Harry before Sirius began to speak.

"Harry. We came so that we could explain some things that Dumbledore has been keeping from you and help you claim what is rightfully yours."

"Dumbledore has been keeping things from me? Rightfully mine?" Harry was confused. He trusted Dumbledore explicitly and could not believe that he kept anything from him. And if he did, he probably had a good reason for keeping it from him. "What are you talking about Sirius?"

Remus sighed deeply as Sirius looked down at his lap. Sirius looked back up at Harry and began to explain to Harry what was going on.

"Harry, when you were born, you know that your parents made me your godfather." Harry nodded but stayed silent. "Well, what you do not know is that Dumbledore was witness to everything that went on before your parents went into hiding. Dumbledore was present during James' and Lily's wedding, the signing of their will, and he was also there when the Fidelius charm was placed around their cottage in Godric's Hollow."

Sirius merely looked at Harry when he finished talking. At first, Harry didn't understand what Sirius was getting at. After a few seconds of looking confused, comprehension dawned on his face, quickly followed by horror.

"D-Dumbledore knew? He knew that Peter was their secret-keeper. He knew and he still let you go to prison for 12 years?!"

Harry was getting worked up and his voice was rising. Remus quieted him down before taking up the story from where Sirius left off.

"At the signing of your parent's will, Dumbledore signed as a witness and promised to follow the contents if anything were to happen to them. We were not there during the signing ceremony and we are not able to access their will because Dumbledore has since had it completely sealed. The only person who is able to access their will is you, Harry."

Harry was sitting there, an unreadable expression on his face. He couldn't believe that Dumbledore had let Sirius waste away in Azkaban. Why would he do something like that? He realized that Remus and Sirius were watching him to see what his reaction would be and tried to figure out how to respond.

"I-I don't know what to say," he began. "I trusted Dumbledore. How could he do this to you? To me?"

"I don't know Harry. But I promise you, we will fix this. Dumbledore will never hurt you again," Sirius promised.

Harry put his head in his hands and got silent. Remus and Sirius sat across from him and gave him the time he needed to compose himself. To find out that someone you trusted had basically betrayed you had to be rough and they both knew what Harry was going through. Dumbledore had betrayed them as well. He had let Sirius suffer in Azkaban when he should have been raising Harry. Remus, instead of trying to find Harry, he had spent twelve years hating his childhood friend because he believed that he had betrayed Lily and James. Now, the two men could begin to help Harry and hopefully rebuild their bond of friendship.

Harry finally looked up at the two men and they could see the determined look on his face. "Okay. You said I am the only one who can find out the details of the will. What do I need to do?"


The three had stayed in the kitchen catching up until about five in the morning, a few hours before the Dursleys were due to wake up. Presently, Harry was upstairs in his bedroom, his trunk packed. He had sent his letter to Hermione with Hedwig about an hour previously and was expected at their house in time for dinner that night at six. The time until was going to be spent with Sirius and Remus.

Remus had alerted the Ministry that he would be collecting Harry from Privet Drive and that magic was going to be used.

Harry checked to make sure that he had everything packed and ready to go before he went downstairs to let his aunt and uncle know that Remus would be coming by. His three family members were sitting in the living room in front of the telly. A football match was on and uncle and whale of a cousin were watching it while his aunt was reading a magazine. When he stepped into the room, his aunt was the only one who paid him any mind.

She briefly looked up at him but looked immediately back down at her magazine. He cleared his throat and drew his uncle's angry gaze away from the telly.

"What do you want boy?"

"I was just letting you know that a friend is going to come pick me up in a few hours. He's a wiz—"

"DON'T USE THAT WORD IN THIS HOUSE BOY." His uncle thundered, glaring harshly at Harry. His aunt and cousin had jumped when he raised his voice but wisely did not say anything. Dudley was grinning at his father yelling at Harry.

Harry simply rolled his eyes at his uncle's antics. He was used to the yelling by now and it didn't bother him as much as it did when he was little.

"I was just letting you know that he would be here so be prepared for him."

With that, Harry turned and walked back upstairs, ignoring his uncle's angry muttering about freaks coming to his house and the neighbors seeing.

When he got back to his bedroom, he shut his door and sat on his bed. He pulled a charms book out of his trunk and began to read. He was determined to actually try to do his schoolwork correctly this year. Harry was tired of being mediocre and wanted Hermione to realize that he could be smart.

Wait, he thought. Where did that come from? I don't care if Hermione knows I'm smart or not.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the doorbell ring. He had read through half the charms book and didn't realize what time it was. Remus had agreed to pick him up at noon so they could get to Gringotts early before having to go to the Granger's for dinner.

Not wanting to leave Remus alone with his relatives for too long, he grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's cage and dragged them down the stairs into the entrance. Remus was standing in the doorway, his aunt and uncle on either side of the door, glaring at him. When they heard Harry coming down the stairs, the turned and glared at him. A big black dog ran up to Harry, tongue lolling out of his mouth before sitting beside Harry.

He could see his uncle fixing to blow up and the look of horror on his aunt's face and wanted to laugh. He held it in and pulled his trunk up to Remus before either could speak. Sirius followed behind him and stood beside Remus on the doorstep while Remus shrunk Harry's trunk and Hedwig's cage before placing them in his pocket.

"Well Harry, let's go," Remus said. He walked to the end of the drive and waited with Sirius.

"Bye," Harry said to his aunt and uncle before stepping out the door. It slammed shut the minute he crossed the threshold. Harry simply shrugged in indifference.

He walked down to where Remus and Sirius were waiting for him and grabbed Remus' arm while grabbing a small handful of Sirius' fur. The trio disappeared from Number 4 Privet Drive.

AN: Hope you liked it :) I will probably update sooner because I have already started the next chapter. If you liked it, please review :)