"Yeah. It's real. That back there, life with them? That's the nightmare, kiddo. And they aren't getting their grimy hands on you again now."

Sirius looked down at Harry, cuddling him close. Damn, he was thin. Not that he was one to talk, but they definitely needed to get some food. He really should have more of a plan, but he was mostly winging this. "My name is Sirius. So just called me that. Or Padfoot. That's my nickname."

He didn't want the boy to address him like a stranger. "I have a lot to tell you, I know. But one thing after the other, all right? For now, I am taking you to my uncle's house. He died a few years back and he left the house to me. I've never been there, but he lived by the sea. Seems nice."