I’m Harry Potter - Chapter 22

“H-Harry is that you?” Sirius said, looking at me as if he didn’t believe his eyes.

“Yes, now please sit down before you collapse.” I said, and he takes a seat across the table. “Mimsy!” *pop* “Can you get a nutrient potion for Sirius please.” I asked, and Mimsy popped away and back with the potion placing it in front of him. Sirius looked at the cup in front of him with a look of disgust. “Drink the damn potion you mangy mutt. Yeah, it tastes horrible, but your gonna be drinking three of those a day, so get used to it.” I said, and he downs the potion as fast as he could with a sour look on his face.

“So, how did I get here? I’m still not sure if I’m hallucinating.” Sirius asked, looking around as if trying to spot something.

“This isn’t a hallucination. I had my elves apparate to Azkaban and pick you up.” I said.

“Pick me up? How the hell did they get into Azkaban in the first place?” He said.

“House-elves are very underrated servants. Now let’s get to the important stuff. I know you didn’t work for Voldy, and that Pettigrew was the secret keeper, not you.” I said, sliding some papers across the table. “Those are for you to become my legal guardian, so just sign at the bottom of each page.” I said, and he signed with a happy smile on his face without even reading anything. What an idiot.

“What you really just signed is a magically binding contract stating that you can’t get involved and/or interfere with any portion of my life unless I approve, and you can’t divulge anything you may learn about me or anyone I associate with to anyone without my permission.” I stated, taking the papers and handing them to Mimsy to store in the potter vault.

“W-Why?” Sirius said, looking devastated.

“I’ll have someone else explain the situation to you, but before that just know that the punishment for trying to break any portion of the contract is instant death. Now let’s get you your explanation.” I said, summoning the dead Potter family with the resurrection stone, and a translucent James, Lilly, and Harry Appeared.

“Why did you summon me again?” Lilly asked, looking at me with an annoyed look. She is the only potter that hasn’t noticed Sirius yet.

“Well, I thought you’d appreciate the opportunity to yell at the dog behind you.” I said, pointing at Sirius. When she noticed him she went into a blind rage. Sirius is just sat there with a dumb look on his face.

“How dare you leave my child to be raised by my nasty sister and her disgusting walrus family! You’re supposed to be his Godfather, yet where were you?” She screamed, venting her anger that’s grown since seeing her baby enter the afterlife.

“I-I had to get Peter. He killed you And James how could I not avenge you?” Sirius said, not sounding sure of himself.

“So your revenge against the rat was more important than your fifteen-month-old Godchild? Harry needed you, not revenge on Peter, you Sirius. Do you think Lilly and I care what happens to Peter? What we care about more than anything is Harry!” James said, looking furious as well. Soul Harry was just looking around confused.

“Wait, how are you here, and why are there two Harry’s?” Sirius asked, looking between soul Harry and me.

“I’m going to give you all some privacy.” I said and left the room.

While eavesdropping on all the yelling, I had Mimsy get me some popcorn. The yelling started to calm down, so I made my way back into the room again. When I entered the kitchen, they were all sitting and talking a lot calmer than before.

“I see you’re all talking peacefully now. Have you explained the situation to Sirius?” I asked, taking a seat.

“Yes, thanks for giving us a chance to yell at Sirius. I thought we would have to wait until he died.” James said, happy about his reunion with his best friend.

“You’re welcome.” I said

“So, your not Harry.” Sirius said, looking at me.

“Well, I am Harry just not that Harry.” I pointed at soul Harry. “Before I was placed in this body, I was named Harry as well.” I said.

“Since your not our Harry, why did you get me out of Azkaban?” Sirius asked.

“Think of it as repaying my debt to the dead Harry. Before I became Harry Potter, I was dead, just a soul that would go to the afterlife like them.” I said, pointing at the Potter family. “Because Harry died, I was given a second chance. Yeah, I have to fulfill the Prophecy in exchange, but it’s still a second chance none the less.” I said.

“Thanks for helping Sirius. He may not think before he does things, but he’s a good person.” James said.

“No problem. You should say your goodbyes it’s not healthy for souls to stay in the living world too long.” I said, and after a heartfelt farewell, I cut the flow of magic to the stone, and the Potters faded away.

“Thank you for letting me see them again.” Sirius said.

“Once again no problem. We have to figure out where to hide you. Do you have any countries you want to visit?” I asked.

“I still need to kill the rat, so I can’t leave the country yet.” Sirius said.

“I already know where the rat is and will take care of him once his usefulness has run out.” I stated.

“No, I have to be the one to kill him!” He said, sounding determined.

“How about this, when I plan to kill Pettigrew, I’ll bring him to you so you can kill him.” I said.

“Fine, but how long do you plan to keep me waiting?” He asked, looking disgruntled.

“About five years, maybe shorter than that if my plans change.” I said.

“I spent nine years in Azkaban, so I can wait for five to get my revenge.” He said, trying to convince himself.

“Good, what country do you want to spend that time in? When Pettigrew is dead, we’ll work on getting you a proper trial, but for now, it’s better if Peter thinks your dead.” I said.

“Why would he think I’m dead?” Sirius asked.

“When my elves got you, they placed a fake body in your cell. Sooner of later the Daily Prophet will read ‘Traitor Sirius Black Found Dead in his cell’, but you’ll hopefully be out of the country by then.”

“Yeah, if he knows I’m out of Azkaban he’ll probably run.” Sirius agreed, nodding his head. “I’ve always wanted to go to America, and get myself a big cowboy hat.” He said, with a silly grin on his face.

“I’ll have the Goblins make you a muggle bank account, and see if they can get you a passport and identification with a different name. Texas will be your first stop, so you can get your cowboy hat. Just remember to abide by the contract you signed. I’ll have a copy made for you, so you don’t just drop dead without knowing why.” I said, leaving the room to make an appointment with Barrat.

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