[EPILOGUE]

In the middle of street number twelve, in downtown London was a house. A house that had a name. A house invisible to the Muggle's eye. This house is known as The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. And inside this house lived a 13-year-old boy and his caring Godfather.

Harry looked around his room taking it in. He still couldn't believe it. He had left the Dursely's for good! No more dog flap lunches. No more bullshit diets! No more crazy Dursely's!! He no longer had to do his homework in secret. And most importantly, he no longer had to force Hedwig in her cage. A grin attacked his face as he thought about all the possibilities.

"Harry, dinners ready!" Shouted Sirius from the kitchen.

Harry hurried down the steps and made his way to the kitchen. He and Sirius, well mostly Sirius, had refurbished the house. The only traces of previous life in the house were his screaming mother's portrait, the creepy house-elf, and a family tree Sirius hated so much he began cussing uncontrollably every time it was within his peripheral vision. It had some sort of unremovable spell on it they couldn't seem to figure out.

There was a loud -CRACK- and The house-elf appeared in front of him. Harry didn't even flinch. He had gotten used to the house-elf's Magic. The house-elf known as Kreacher set down a plate of Mac and Cheese. Then he went over to Sirius's side of the table and handed him the same dish.

"I know it's not much," stated Sirius.

But Harry cut him off. "This is way better than the Dursely's. They had Dudley on some bullshit diet and forced me into it! I haven't seen cheese since I was 11! "

Harry stuffed his face and snuck a look at Sirius. He was smiling to himself and looking somewhat accomplished. Catching Harry's eye, he started a conversation.

"So, I was thinking..." He looked at Harry sort of hesitantly. "Now that I'm your Godfather, would you consider transferring all your gold into my vault?"

"Sure," answered Harry.

"And I want to take you up to LittleHill tomorrow. Theirs a great clearing that's perfect for Quidditch that Muggle's can't quite spot. It'd get you practice for next years match. Not that you need it of course."

Harry smiled at Sirius's gambling. Mr. Dursely never addressed him at the dinner table. Had never, past tense he thought to himself as his smile continued to grow on his face. He had been smiling so frequently lately that he honestly thought his mouth would fall off.

"And maybe you can adopt my name..." Added Sirius hurriedly.

Harry chocked at the comment.

"Only if you want to," said Sirius as he pulled out his wand and helped him breathe. "It's only a suggestion." He started twirling his fork and tried to play it off as just a minor question seeing how much Harry had freaked out.

"B-but I'm Harry Potter."

Sirius rolled his eyes at the comment. "Well, no shit Sherlock."

Harry looked taken back at his sudden use of sarcasm and inappropriate language, to which Sirius laughed.

"My apologies never thought of you as the watch your language type of guy. Anyways, I didn't mean for you to change your last name. I was thinking you might just want to add it in there."

"So... Harry James Black-Potter?"

"Oh hell no," said Sirius laughing. "If I wanted you to take one of my names, why on Earth would I give you the one that I absolutely loathe?"

"So Harry James Sirius Potter?" Suggested Harry.

"If you want," replied Sirius trying to look as if though Harry's answer wouldn't affect him.

"I love it!" Said Harry between mouthfuls. "Now, I also had an idea."

"Let's hear it." Said Sirius seeming eager to have sorted the previous topic out.

"How about we make our own family tree to cover up that other one!" Said Harry hopefully. He had always wanted to be apart of something besides the newspaper headline.

He pushed his Mac and Cheese aside awaiting a response just as Sirius hurriedly stood up and faced away from him. And from where Harry sat, he could have sworn he saw him shed a tear...

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