A Magical Tale of Love

A/N This is a story about love. A love bonding between my two favourite characters. There will be no dark lords, no death eaters, no duels to the death. Just love, only love.

Chapter 1

Harry awoke with a wicked headache. His stomach was twisting around like flag in a storm. 'Never again' he promised himself. 'I'll get even with old Padfoot if it's the last thing I do'.

Harry had spent the evening with his godfather Sirius and Sirius' friend Remus. The next day he would be heading off to London to start his career as an Auror, and this was sort of a going-away party. Actually it turned into a night of nostalgia.

Harry's early childhood was a nightmare he wished he could forget. His first six years with his aunt Petunia and her family were a nightmare. But he didn't know anything else, so he thought it was normal. The memories of his being saved were still vivid in his mind.

FLASH- BACK

Six year old Harry was being punished for something that he didn't do, an every day event in the Dursley's house. He was locked in the cupboard under the stairs when a strange looking man showed up at their house. Harry saw him as he peeked through the air vents. He heard a lot of shouting. His uncle Vernon was screaming at the strange man. The tiny door suddenly burst open and the man picked him up in his arms and carried him outside. He was never so scared in his young life. Then suddenly he felt like his insides would burst and he was flying through the air, landing with a loud thump onto a soft cushion. He looked up at the strange man, trying hard not to cry. He was always punished whenever he cried, so he had learned to hold it in. But this was too much and he couldn't hold back the tears. He was shaking with fright as the tears rolled down his face. He hid his head in his arms and rolled over onto the floor, expecting to be beaten. Instead, he felt a hand softly on his shoulder.

"Harry, I won't hurt you," the strange man said to him in a soft voice. "I want to help you."

Harry turned and looked up at the man. He looked very old with a wrinkled face and long white beard. But the man's eyes were twinkling at him, and he was smiling. Looking at the strange man, Harry somehow felt relief and his brain told him that he was safe.

"Harry, my name is Albus Dumbledore. After your parents died, I brought you to your aunts house. Petunia is your mother's sister, and I thought that she would take proper care of you. I am so sorry Harry. I didn't know how terribly they were treating you until Mrs Figg contacted me today and told me of your plight. I didn't know Harry, and I am so sorry."

Harry took a deep breath. His body shuddered as he swallowed hard and fought back the tears. He looked at the strange man and suddenly had a terrible thought. "Are you going to take me back there?" he asked with a very frightened voice.

The man reached out pulled Harry into an embrace. No one had ever held him like that, and he didn't know how to respond.

"No! No, never." he said to Harry. "I will never again do that to you. I am so sorry that I put you through the terrible things they did to you Harry. I hope someday you can forgive me for making such an abominable decision. I never imagined that they would treat you so badly. But I have you now, and I will make it up to you. I promise."

"Harry, you look hungry. Would you like some ice cream?"

Harry was puzzled. The Dursleys had never allowed him to have ice cream. They had it almost every night after supper, and made him sit in his chair and watch.

"Ah, sir," Harry started to talk, but hesitated a bit, not knowing how to address this strange man.

Dumbledore smiled at him as he realized Harry's discomfort. "Harry, you can call me 'Uncle Albus'. Is that ok with you?"

Harry thought for a minute. He was never allowed to speak to anyone at the Dursleys's before, other than his aunt and uncle, and of course Duddley. He looked up quizzically at the strange man, then whispered an ok. "Sir," he started to speak.

"Harry, you don't need to call me 'sir'. Uncle Albus or just Albus is fine."

Again, Harry looked up quizzically at the man. "I don't understand, er, Uncle Albus. Why am I here, and where am I?"

"You are in my house Harry. And here you will stay. Now, how about that ice cream."

Albus held out his hand to Harry and pulled him to his feet. Leading him to the kitchen he pulled out a chair from the table and motioned to Harry to sit. He took out two large bowls and two spoons and placed them on the table. Then he opened the refrigerator door and took out a large frosty box that Harry recognized as being ice cream. Filling the two bowls to the top, he placed one in front of Harry and sat himself down in the chair opposite Harry. Then he began to scoop the frozen delight into his mouth.

Harry just sat there, not moving a muscle. His uncle had done this to him before. Placing a bowl of ice cream in front of him, then slapping him across the face if he dared to even touch the spoon.

"It's ok Harry. Come on now, let's eat."

Harry still wasn't convinced, but decided to be brave. He reached over for the spoon and just touched it briefly with his finger. Albus didn't react as he shovelled another spoonful into his mouth, so Harry picked up the spoon and dug in to the frozen delight in his bowl. He had never tasted anything so delicious, and quickly emptied the bowl.

"Wow, I really like this Uncle Albus. Thank you," Harry said with a smile on his face.

"Good Harry. So now let's talk about a few things."

Dumbledore told Harry about his parents, and how they were killed in an explosion. But not how or why, that would come later. He tells Harry that he has a godfather who loves him very much and would like to help raise him.

"His name is Sirius Black, and he will be arriving here in a few days," Dumbledore tells him. "I think you will like him Harry. He lives in Canada with a good friend of your parents."

"Does he have ice cream too?" Harry asked.

Albus laughed. "Yes Harry, and lot's of other good things. Sirius is really a good person. I think you will be very happy there with him."

Harry smiled. The first time he had smiled in a very long time.

End chapter one