AN: I haven't written a Harry Potter fic for quite some time so I wanted to say that I might slip up on some of the spells and facts but if you see any of this, first of all my apologies and second please let me know. Thank you so much for giving this fic a shot.

A Normal Godfather

Chapter Zero: A Muggle Life

Sirius Black had always been the rebel of his family and it was only until he had met James Potter that he had discovered the good in him. He had grown up in a house where he was the black sheep…or dog, but it was James who had given his life meaning. He could be his friend. He was his friend.

Some friend, he was though.

He stood outside of the house where his best friend had moved with his wife, his body felt cold and his hand clenched and unclenched. He had been the cause of this. He had as good as killed them because of how he had chosen someone else to be the secret keeper. It was true that he would have died for his friends, he would never have given their location. It was his stupid trust and loyalty in others that had led to their demise.

There was only one thing that was keeping him from killing Pettigrew over this deep revenge that lingered in his heart, his godson. He had to have faith that he could raise Harry and in so doing, he could respect the wishes of Lily and James.

He took another step towards the house, his hand shaking. He heard someone beside him and took out his wand. He had to protect what remained here. He had to keep his cool, think of how much trust and faith the two of them had placed in him. He had to take care of his godson to make things right.

He froze as he saw the Hogwarts headmaster step forward and his mouth grew dry.

"I didn't," he said quickly, "This wasn't….I didn't want this to…"

"Of course," Dumbledore nodded solemnly, "Foolish men are those who want the pain and suffering of others for it is in them that they are truly creating this suffering. I don't consider you a foolish man, do you?" he asked before going into the house and Sirius looked after him.

He didn't know how to answer that question, it was his bad judgment that had allowed for this to happen. If he had only been more aware of what the situation was.

"I'll kill him," he barked and Dumbledore paused, his voice softening.

"Then what will remain of young Harry?" he asked him and Sirius paused. If he murdered in cold blood, especially with the idea of peace lingering in the air, then he would be sent to Azkaban and Harry would be placed somewhere else. Sirius took a deep breath in and put his hand through his hair.

He looked around him, not realizing how much time had passed until he saw Dumbledore with the small baby in his arms. Sirius looked over Harry with sad eyes. He had seen this child so many times and he cared for him greatly. How could he not care for the son of his two close friends.

"I believe that you want to raise him," Dumbledore said, his eyes showing a spark of light in them and Sirius nodded solemnly. "Harry needs to be raised away from our world," he said and Sirius stiffened his body. "There are those who want to do harm to him."

"I'll protect him…Remus can try to protect him," Sirius continued. He knew the problem in that sentence, Remus's life as a werewolf might endanger the young boy and it would certainly link him to the magical world.

"Are you willing to try to live as a Muggle so that he doesn't find out?" Dumbledore asked and Sirius paled.

He looked between the headmaster and the small baby that he was holding and took a pained breath before nodding.

"Very well," Dumbledore said as he let Sirius take the baby in his arms. "Let it be so."