Twins: A Different Life (Book one)

18

There was an outbreak of whispers at that, and Harry felt many sets of eyes glance at him. He kept his mask in place, keeping his back straight and his head turned towards the Professor easily; they would soon know he was nothing like his so-called family. The room fell silent with a look from their Head of House, and he nodded.

"I offer you this single warning. They are not your friends."

His tone belayed the real message; avoid them as much as possible, and when you can't, the rules became your doctrine.

"Are there any questions?"

When there was a negative response, he nodded dismissing the House to do as they pleased. A ripple of noise sounded as friends reconnected and people made their way up to the dormitories. Harry noticed his Godfather and uncle lingering by the main entrance and he felt his heart jump a little when he looked up and met Sirius's eyes. There was a myriad of emotions in those clear grey eyes and Harry knew these were just the same as they were all those years ago.

"Harry – Mr Potter, may I speak with you for a moment," Sirius asked and Harry nodded, not being able to answer verbally. He followed the man out almost unconsciously, his mind whirling about what could possibly happen. Sirius and Remus led him up through the castle and Harry wondered where they were going, Remus must have caught his expression because he spoke.

"Please do not be alarmed, we just don't want to be overheard. The walls have ears."

Harry nodded again, his nerves on end as they came to a portrait and it opened to reveal a living quarters. Remus moved over to stand behind the squishy chair, offering him a seat as Sirius took up pacing in front of the fire.

"I know this is strange," Sirius said, "I didn't really think this one through. You are probably wondering who the hell I am, and Moony did tell me to be rational, but I was never really good at that and-3"

"Padfoot," Remus interrupted gently and Sirius took a deep breath, turning to face Harry.

"Right. Ok. You probably don't remember, and I am a hundred percent sure your father wouldn't have told you, but my name is Sirius Black and when you were born I was named your Godfather." Sirius said, "It was a full bond, which means I'm still your Godfather. And I thought you should know, because – you know, just in case you need anything or want someone to talk to or-"

He was cut off because all of Harry's self-restraint snapped and he launched himself at the man, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in his chest. Just knowing that everything Merlin had said over the years, that his Godfather would still want to know him when he got back regardless of his father.

"It's so good to see you, uncle Siri," Harry murmured. He found himself picked up and hugged closer to the man, and he relished in the feeling. It was silly, but it made him feel so much less alone. Sirius placed him back on his feet, not even bothering to hide his emotions; his smile was positively glowing. Harry looked over to see Remus stood back a bit, but it was impossible to miss the longing on his face and Harry rushed over, treating him to the same treatment as his Godfather.

"Uncle Moony!"

"Harry, my little cub," He murmured, holding him close, "You're all grown up and so big!"

When they all sat down, Remus didn't seem to want to let him go so Harry got comfortable on his lap, not minding at all. Godric used to do the same thing when he was in certain moods.

"You remember us?" Sirius asked and Harry smiled, nodding his head.

"I have an eidetic memory, I remember everything." He told them. They looked both impressed and alarmed at that, sharing a look before Sirius spoke again.