𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓

Chapter 2

Mother Knows Best

Chapter Two

Live To Ride

Statistically speaking, about one hundred fifty-five thousand people die each day worldwide. That's approximately six thousand four hundred an hour, one hundred seven a minute, and about two a second. Still, not one person in history has ever died from anticipation. Presently however, if you were to ask Harry Potter if dying of anticipation was possible, he'd tell you that he was close to becoming the very first fatality.

Of course, he figured anyone would feel that way had they been in his shoes at the moment. He'd been living in hell for most of his young life, but now that he could practically smell his freedom, he was forced to sit back and watch the clock. It was like giving a hobo a bottle of Jack Daniels, but then telling him that he had to wait until five o' clock to drink it. Except Harry wasn't a hobo... or an alcoholic.

Currently, Harry's ticket to freedom was heading in his direction, driving a motorcycle well past the legal speed limit, the song You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes stuck in his head, and trying to come up with a semi-credible excuse for why he was three hours late for picking up his beloved godson.

Although, Harry remembered fondly, the closest his godfathers excuses had ever come to being credible involved an injured turtle and "a leather glove emergency."

His name was Sirius Black.

Sirius wasn't what anyone would describe as conventional. The word 'obedience' wasn't in his vocabulary unless Remus Lupin was involved and would probably run screaming in the opposite direction when faced with conformity or something equally nonsensical.

Despite his wealthy upbringing and exceptional education, at the age of twenty-two, he had decided to make his dream of becoming an entertainer a reality and formed the rock band 'The Marauders' with his childhood friend, Peter Pettigrew as their manager. While an extremely talented singer and guitarist, Sirius couldn't write lyrics to save his life. Well, he could, but they would suck. He also put his faith into people that really didn't deserve it and it's common knowledge that the music industry isn't exactly known for its honesty. Band members would keep leaving or have to be replaced. It seemed that for every one step forward he had to take two steps back.

In the past, Sirius wasn't the most dependable person. Aside from his music and being a part-time mechanic for a while when he was younger, he's never really had a steady job and, aside from the Grimmauld Place, he's never lived in one place for longer than a year and a half, either. He's an expert when it comes to driving motorcycles and tour buses, but let him drive a car and there wouldn't be a mailbox, trashcan or squirrel left standing.

Regardless, Harry's parents had considered Sirius the best candidate for legal guardian should they pass. And given the chance, Harry knew that he would've been, too. Unfortunately, around the time of the accident that took James and Lily Potter's lives, just when his music career was getting off the ground, Sirius had been incarcerated under false charges of trafficking and the possession of methamphetamine. Harry knew that even though he'd been told most of his life that his godfather was a criminal, a drug dealer, and a junkie, that Sirius wasn't any of those things. He might not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but Sirius wasn't stupid, especially when it came to something so important.

By the time he had gotten out, Harry had already been living with the Dursleys for almost two years. He didn't have a job or a place to live. Well, he had the Grimmauld Place, which he had inherited, but it had been deemed 'substandard living conditions' long ago. His dream of becoming a big-time musician was put on the back-burner. It went without saying that he was in no position to take care of a seven year old. Even if he did, Harry doubted that the Dursleys were very fond of the idea of giving away their new slave-in-training.