"Oh, Harry," said Sirius, unsure what to think. It explained so much of Harry's behaviour, but it hurt to think that Harry had gone through such a thing, and it filled him with rage that not one single goddamn Order member had bothered to come and find him. He stopped himself from any sort of obvious reaction, however. There were more important things to do than to indulge his hatred of nearly everyone in the wizarding world.
"Guess that explains why you can't remember me. I haven't been around the past few years, though not through any choice of my own." This isn't exactly true, he realized. He returned from the Veil nearly a year ago, but he'd been too caught up in self-pity to bother looking for Harry. Oh, he'd had Remus contact some people, and he'd been out searching for the boy on several trips, but he can't have been making too great of an effort if he'd missed that Harry was right here, living in the same bloody manor as he was.
Sirius sighed. "I'm your godfather," he said finally. "Your dad was my best mate, and when," Sirius paused, as Harry won't remember any of this, and he hates to be the one to break the news all over again, "when he died, I was supposed to look after you. I haven't done the best job with that, but I wanted to, Harry. I tried to."
He smiled tiredly, and then said "Oh, what the hell," and pulled Harry into a slightly awkward one-armed hug. As far as Harry was concerned they were complete strangers, but the boy could use hug anyway.
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"Guess that explains why you can't remember me. I haven't been around the past few years, though not through any choice of my own." This isn't exactly true, he realized. He returned from the Veil nearly a year ago, but he'd been too caught up in self-pity to bother looking for Harry. Oh, he'd had Remus contact some people, and he'd been out searching for the boy on several trips, but he can't have been making too great of an effort if he'd missed that Harry was right here, living in the same bloody manor as he was.
Sirius sighed. "I'm your godfather," he said finally. "Your dad was my best mate, and when," Sirius paused, as Harry won't remember any of this, and he hates to be the one to break the news all over again, "when he died, I was supposed to look after you. I haven't done the best job with that, but I wanted to, Harry. I tried to."
He smiled tiredly, and then said "Oh, what the hell," and pulled Harry into a slightly awkward one-armed hug. As far as Harry was concerned they were complete strangers, but the boy could use hug anyway.