"Let the memory of your name evaporate."

"The wizard known as Harry James Potter, son of James Charlus Potter and Lily Potter née Evans, is the Boy-Who-Lived, who is destined to defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort. So mote it be."

Magic flowed from the Elder Wand held in Albus Dumbledore's hand, and into the waiting form of Sirius Orion Black, imprinting this secret upon his soul.

"You're sure this'll work, Albus?" Sirius asked skeptically.

"I assure you, Sirius, with the Fidelius charm active on his very identity, nobody will ever connect Harry with the legendary Boy-Who-Lived… Unless you tell them, of course."

"I won't until he's strong enough to handle himself against someone of your caliber. Anything less would just be irresponsible."

Albus nodded, a smile crinkling his aged lips. "A wise choice, indeed, my friend. Now, off with you. You've a child to raise- but remember, contact me at the first sign of accidental magic."

Sirius just nodded, then turned around and strode out of the Albus' office, into the halls of Hogwarts. A few minutes later, the man stood in the school's infirmary.

"Any news, Poppy?"

The woman woman pulled her head out of the cupboard she was rummaging about in.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Black. I didn't even hear you come in! And I'll remind you, while I'm acting in my official capacity as the Healer of Hogwarts' infirmary, you'll refer to me as Madame Pomfrey."

With a raised eyebrow, Sirius replied, "Alright, Madame," He made of show of wiggling his hands and leaning back slightly, in a show of feigned fear at her tone. "How's Harry?"

Madame Pomfrey huffed amusedly, then regained her professional facade. "He's doing very well, Mr. Black. His vitals are stable, he hasn't woken up, and he doesn't seem to be having any nightmares. Other than that filthy scar of his- which you still won't tell me about," At this she sent a pointed glare at the man, something he ignored, "Little Harry is perfectly fine. You can take him home with you tonight, if you wish, though I insist you find someone to help care for him. I remember your tenure here as a student, and it does not fill me with hope for little Harry's future."

Sirius let out a humorless chuckle. "I'm not the same as that little wanker from back then. We all have to grow up sometime, Poppy. It's just a matter of when, and how quickly."

Madame Pomfrey had nothing to say to that, so she simply motioned to Harry, indicating that Sirius could take him now.

"Just remember, Sirius, if you should need assistance, my doors are always open."

Once more, Sirius nodded, and left without a word.

Alright, I've come across a dilemma here. I originally intended for this to be a one-shot, similar to my other song-based short stories, but now I'm kinda motivated to make this a whole thing. Of course, that's incredibly irresponsible, since I can't even finish one story, so it's highly likely that this will not be completed. That said, do you people wish for this to remain a one-shot, or make it a new story? If it's a one-shot, I'll use this same part as the starting, then expand it before reposting. If it's a story, this will be the Prologue, I guess. I need to know, so tell me.