A/N: I do not own Harry Potter.

Harry blinked at the letter in front of him. None of it made any sense to him. Someone named Pettigrew had been arrested for murder and someone else named Sirius Black was being released from Azkaban after being found innocent. He looked at the owl that had delivered the letter as if trying to figure any of this out.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"I got this letter, it's addressed to me so I know it's not a mistake, but I don't understand any of this. Or why it has anything to do with me," Harry replied. Ron shrugged shoving a sausage in his mouth. He was trying to mourn by eating. His rat, Scabbers, had completely disappeared. Being an old rat, the trio assumed the worst.

"Mr. Potter, if I may see you in my office," Professor McGongall said passing the table. Harry nodded rising. He motioned for Hermione and Ron to stay and finish breakfast. As he followed his head of house he wondered what was going on. He knew he couldn't be in trouble this time. At least he was pretty sure he couldn't be in trouble this time. Professor McGongall led Harry to her office, a small room off her main classroom. She motioned for him to sit.

"Harry, by now I'm sure you've received a letter telling you about the capture of Peter Pettigrew and subsequent release of Sirius Black."

"Yes, Professor, but I don't understand what any of it means. I do not know either of these men."

"I wondered if you did. Misters Pettigrew and Black were friends of your parents when they were all students here. Mr. Black is your godfather."

"My godfather?"

"Yes, and he would like to meet you now that he's been released from prison, and cleared of all charges. He was always innocent, Harry. He was framed by Mr. Pettigrew. Would you be interested in setting up a meeting with him?" Harry paused thinking. What did this all mean for him? If Sirius was his godfather, did that mean he could raise him?

"Yes. I would like to meet him," Harry answered. If his godfather turned out to be horrible, then at least he would know he was better off. The idea of never seeing the Dursleys again did make him smile, at least inside. It would do no good to get his hopes up that this man would even want anything to do with him.

"I'll arrange it. Oh, don't mention any of this to Professor Dumbledore. He's got enough on his mind right now," she added. Harry nodded heading out of her office.

Professor McGongall turned to the door behind her desk. A man stepped out, his dark hair framing his pale face.

"Was that?"

"Yes. That was Harry. He looks just like James, with Lily's eyes."

"How is he, I mean, did his aunt and uncle treat him well?'

"No. They did not, he is alive though, and appears to be mentally alright. Do not go hunt them down, Sirius. He wants to meet you, I can tell he's trying not to get his hopes up about you."

"What hopes? If he's being treated that badly, then I fully intend to take him home with me."

"And where might that be?"

"I've got a flat in Diagon Alley. It's small, but it'll work until I can find something better. Besides, Harry will only be there during holidays and the summer."

"I'm glad you're thinking ahead."

"I had a lot of time to think while I was locked up," Sirius stated looking his former professor in the eyes. "When can I meet him?"

"I need to look over a few things first, but within a few days. As far as he knows, you're not hiding in the castle." Sirius nodded.

"Let me know," he replied turning into a dog and slipping out of the office. Professor McGongall sighed knowing all of this was going to end, not badly, but not as easily as any of them hoped.