Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Harry would have ended up with Voldemort or Sirius, not Ginny.

Harry's POV

As I laid on my bed, wincing at the pain in my ribs, I couldn't help but think about Sirius. I had just met him at the end of my third year, but I couldn't help but think about how ecstatic he was at the thought of me living with him, something that wouldn't be happening anytime soon, thanks to Snape and Dumbledore. That's when an odd thought occurred to me: Dumbledore knew who my parent's secret keeper was. My eyes widened. Why the hell wouldn't he have said something. I immediate got up, ignoring my body's protests, and found a quill and parchment.

Dear Snuffles,
I hope wherever you are that you're safe. I miss you, but I'm afraid we need to talk as soon as possible. I know it's dangerous but it involves Prongs and Flower, so I pray you'll understand.

Stay safe,
H

I closed the letter, addressing it to a Mr. Snuffles, and gave it to Hedwig. For once, I was thinking straight, and I needed Sirius's help to make sense of my rampant thoughts.

I walked back to my bed, and laid back down. I could use some sleep, honestly.

-Diving Deeper-

I woke up to Hedwig pecking at my head.
"Geroff.. Too early, girl.", I moaned, before realising she held a letter. I sat straight up, and took it from her.

Dear H,
Currently, I'm safe. Don't worry about me, I'll take care of myself. I attached a mirror to this letter, to contact me, say my name. This works both ways, mind you. It's significantly safer than a letter. Stay safe, H. I miss you.
Love,
Snuffles

I grasped the mirror that was about the size of a paper-back book.
"Sirius.", I said.
The mirror flickered to life, and I saw Sirius' grinning face.
"Hey Harry!", he laughed, before turning serious, "What did you want to talk to me about?"
"Hey Siri. I realised something last night. Didn't Dumbledore know who the secret-keeper was for my parents? Wasn't he the caster of the charm?"
"It's actually possible. I'm not exactly the best at charms. That was always Lily's specialty.", he said, his face growing wistful.
"I don't know why, but I'm having a hard time trusting Dumbledore, especially considering where he left me.", I replied hesitantly, hoping Sirius wouldn't judge me.
"What's wrong with where he left you? Are you okay? Do you need me to come get you? Are you hurt?", he yelled anxiously.
I winced. Apparently I had said a secret that I shouldn't have said.
"FREAK! WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?", Uncle Vernon yelled slamming my door open. I whimpered, knowing that I couldn't handle much more pain. My ribs were already cracked, and I'm pretty sure my arm was fractured.
"He's talking to me! His godfather, the escaped murderer, Sirius Black!", Sirius growled. My uncle turned purple, and slammed the door, walking out of my room.
"Harry.. What's going on?", Sirius asked. I flinched.
"N-nothing I don't d-deserve.", I stuttered quietly.
Sirius seemed to be in deep thought for a second before replying,"That's it. I'm coming to get you. We're going to go hide at one of my family's houses. I'm just going to apparate there. Have all of your stuff packed, and be ready to leave, as I'll probably trip the ministry wards. I'll leave as soon as you're on the lawn."
I nodded, not even bothering to protest. I quickly grabbed Hedwig, before remembering exactly where my trunk was.
"Er.. Siri?", I asked softly, not wanting to upset the man.
"Yes, Harry?"
"My trunk and wand is in my ro- cupboard.", I told him, praying he didn't notice my slip.
"Tell your Aunt that you'll be leaving once you have your trunk and wand. Also, Harry?"
"What?"
"Don't think I didn't notice that. We'll be discussing that later.", he replied. I flinched in fear at his serious tone.
"I-I'm s-sorry.", I whimpered, terrified.
He must have noticed this, because he immediately replied softly,"I'm not mad at you Harry! I never could get mad at you for something that was the result of your fucking relatives. I'd never hurt you."
I nodded stiffly, before running down the stairs to find my horse-faced aunt dusting pictures of her precious Duddy-kins. I quickly explained to her that I just needed my wand and my trunk, and I'd be leaving.
"Here!", she said thrusting my things into my hands. I quickly ran outside with my things and Hedwig, to hear a soft pop.
"Harry, grab my hand, and keep a tight grip on your things. We have to leave quickly, 'fore the Aurors get here.", Sirius said, holding his hand out. I took it, and felt the sensation of being squeezed through a tunnel. We ended up in a dark alley.
"We're right near a muggle diner. I figured we could get some food before we go home.", Sirius explained quietly.

Home. What an odd word. My home was ripped from me when I was one from a murdering psychopath who killed my family and attempted to kill me. Where I grew up, no one would consider home. A cupboard as a room and abusive relatives always made me dread coming home from school. Then I entered Hogwarts, a place I thought I could consider home. But with me almost dying every year, I'd been resigned into thinking that I'd never find home. It wasn't like I even knew what a home consisted of. Until I was seven or eight, I thought all families were like mine. One child fawned on, while the other one was scorned. But, now I realise, that I finally have a home in Sirius. The very thought makes me want to cry in happiness. Home is an odd word, but it is one word that I could get used to, and I'll do it happily.