Many Happy Returns, Harry Potter!

Title: Many Happy Returns, Harry Potter!
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Sirius Black/Harry Potter
Summary: On Harry\'s 14th birthday, the Boy Who Lived realises how he truly feels about his godfather...
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Warnings: M/M slash, chanslash, AU, utter shameless fluff
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K Rowling. I invented this little fic.

A/N: Written for the Merrywizards Yahoo Group Secret Valentine\'s Day Challenge 2004. This story takes place in an alternate universe where Harry actually does go to live with Sirius after PoA... the part about the mating habits of werewolves is my own invention entirely, and is most likely untrue in canon.

Each morning, as Harry Potter woke up, he found himself wondering if everything that was happening to him was just a beautiful dream. He was completely free of the Dursleys at last; he would never, ever have to return to his former dismal existence at the house in Privet Drive. No more bullying from Dudley, no more scant food, no more fury and derision from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia about Harry\'s magical abilities...

When not away studying at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry now lived with his godfather, Sirius Black, at his grand, if rather gloomy house in Grimmaulacelace. Since being cleared of all charges against him by the Ministry of Magic, and receiving a handsome sum of Galleons in compensation as well as having his rightful inheritance restored to him, Sirius was now able to provide a life of luxury for Harry such ae boe boy had never known before. Although Sirius was not as rich as Draco Malfoy\'s parents, the family fortune to which he was the sole heir was considerable. Harry had a spacious room filled with all the toys and games a boy his age could possibly desire, and slept in a four-poster bed every bit as splendid as the one he used in Gryffindor Tower during term-time.

Sirius had been both saddened and angered to hear that Harry had never really had a proper birthday, let alone a party, in the whole of his young life, and was determined that Harry\'s fourteenth birthday would be celebrated with feasting, merrymaking and magnificent presents galore. In preparation for the grand event, Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place was decorated with rows and rows of Gryffindor scarlet and gold streamers, and delicious smells of cakes baking, meat roasting, and scrumptious sugary concoctions setting in attractive moulds wafted through the house.

As the sun rose at the dawning of Harry\'s birthday, he was greeted by a pile of elaborately wrapped gifts at the foot of his bed, all from his godfather. Sirius himself took an almost childlike delight in helping Harry choose which parcel to unwrap next, exclaiming in pleasure at the joy in young Harry\'s eyes and at how wonderful each item was.

That afternoon, the guests began arriving, bearing still more gifts; not only Harry\'s best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, were there, but all of Harry\'s Gryffindor classmates, some younger friends, Professor Lupin, who had been Harry\'s favourite Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, and of course, Hagrid. The youngsters lost no time in having as much fun as they possibly could, playing Gobstones on the ground and Shuntbumps on their brooms, and all manner of delightfully boisterous games known to wizarding children... little Colin Creevey was taking what seemed like hundreds of photographs, and Harry was showing off on his Firebolt, swooping and diving and drawing gasps of awe from those watching below.

Sirius observed the revelries with a slight lump in his throat; as the throngs of laughing, chattering children finally made their way inside to the banquet hall, he noted how ironic it seemed that at last Harry was having a happy childhood just as his years of being a child were drawing to a close. The boy was still slight of build and slim, but he was growing taller, and developing some very attractive muscle tone in his limbs due to plenty of Quidditch. He was a very good-looking lad indeed, resembling his late father, James Potter, more and more with each passing day... Sirius quickly blinked, shook his head, and forced himself away from that dangerous train of thought. The boy was his own godson, and underage to boot. No sense in having salacious daydreams now... He forced himself to pay attention as the remains of the feast magically disappeared as soon as everybody had eaten their fill, and four glorious, decadently rich, chocolate-frosted birthday cakes appeared before Harry so that the rapt, wide-eyed youngster could blow out the rows of red and golden candles atop each one.

It had been the best birthday ever, but as the day drew to a close, tired and happy Harry felt strangely glad to see the guests go home and the festivities end. He wanted to spenme qme quiet time with his godfather, just the two of them together. There was so much catching up to do, even after having lived together for the past few months. Sirius\' years in Azkaban had put quite a distance between godfather and godson, a distance young Harry wanted to bridge.

But Sirius seemed in no mood to just sit and relax, talking about the old days, the Marauders and Harry\'s parents. \"Come outside with me, Harry, to the back yard,\" Sirius urged. \"There\'s another surprise waiting for you out there...\"

The wondrous power that was magic had transformed the area at the rear of the house into a place that was both attractive and spacious, somewhere where Buckbeak the Hippogriff, also cleared of all charges and now belonging to Sirius, could live in comfort. Harry gasped as he saw what was tethered next to Buckbeak - anotherpogrpogriff, this one with a body of purest white, seeming almost to glimmer like the moon, and feathers that were sleeker and smoother than any Harry had seen before. Harry suspected that this Hippogriff had been bought more as company for Buckbeak than as a present for him, but it was still very exciting to be given such a fascinating, unusual pet, and Harry found himself blushing as he stammered his thanks to his godfather.

\"Her name\'s Mistral,\" Sirius informed Harry as boy and beast exchanged dignified bows, and Harry gently reached to pat Mistral\'s beak. \"Shall we take a ride in the sky, Harry?\"

Although Harry much preferred to fly on his broomstick, he gladly joined Sirius in soaring amongst the summer sunset clouds; Sirius was mounted on Buckbeak and Harry upon Mistral. The female Hippogriff was a lot gentler and more patient than Buckbeak, and Harry soon found himself quite enjoying the ride. The best part, however, was watching Sirius in flight, so confident on his winged steed; his slim yet sculpted body graceful in motion, his dark hair lifting in the light breeze. Harry felt a strange, tingling feeling deep inside him; it was something he had felt several times before these holidays. It was a little like the reac he he had had to Cho Chang the previous year - the attraction of beauty and flight combined - but it was so much more. He wanted to touch Sirius, and have Sirius touch him.

It was something Harry was hesitant to mention to Sirius, however. Not only was Harry Sirius\' godson and under the age of consent, but Harry knew that Sirius was still mourning the fact that he could never make a life together with the man he had been in love with for years, Remus Lupin. As a werewolf, Lupin could only mate with another of his own kind - in fact, Harry\'s former Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor had brought his new bride, a tall, slender blonde with eyes as green and piercing as Harry\'s own, to the birthday festivities that day. Her name was Nadia, and she was very nice, but Harry had been able to see the hurt in Sirius\' eyes every time he looked at Remus and the female werewolf.

All too soon, the flight was over, and Harry found himself beneath the red silk coverlet of his own bed. The sun had long since gone, and a crescent moon cast a pale silver light through the curtains.

Try as he might, Harry could not sleep. All he could think of was Sirius; the scent of him, and how soft his hair would feel under exploring boyish fingers. Most delicioud tad taboo of all, Harry wanted to undress for Sirius, press close against him, kiss him.

Young as he was, Harry was no longer a naïve innocent. He had heard other boys whisper about forbidden pleasures. He knew about how some boys and girls liked each other, some boys preferred boys and some girls only wanted to be with other girls. And he knew that such intimate caresses as he craved were best experienced with somebody who was a loved one - and Harry definitely loved Sirius.

\"Damn it,\" Harry thought to himself, and threw back the sheets. Although there was every chance that Sirius would gently but firmly rebuff Harry\'s clumsy, youthful advances, Harry felt that he had to at least tell the man he desired so passionately what he was going through. A tiny shudder of fear shook him momentarily as he tentatively placed one foot upon the floor - this revelation could possibly damage his relationship with his godfather forever - but Harry felt as if keeping his desire secret would kill him as surely as any deadly poison.

As Harry swung his other foot to the floor, he heard a light knock upon the heavy oak door, and Sirius Black slipped silently into the room.

\"I couldn\'t sleep,\" Sirius began, his voice a hoarse whisper, but Harry\'s arms were around him in an instant, drawing him down upon the bed. Harry\'s hot, parted lips claimed Sirius\' in an awkward yet inflammatory kiss; Sirius moaned and slid one hand under Harry\'s pyjama top, caressing his boyishly smooth, silkily hairless chest and pinching his nipples slightly. Harry moaned into the older wizard\'s sensual, open mouth, feeling Sirius\' searching tongue tease and curl around his own, tensing a little and then relaxing as Sirius\' wandering hand moved still lower, sliding under the waistband of Harry\'s pyjama bottoms. Skilful fingers stroked Harry\'s erect young shaft, slipping still lower to cup Harry\'s balls before rising smoothly upward to wind around the boy\'s hard cock and glide up and down it, touching it with the same erotic rhythm Harry\'s own hands always fell into when he caressed himself. Harry whimpered, and his sweat-dampened, youthful fingers sought out the swell of Sirius\' own erect prick, gripping it tightly and rubbing it deliciously, mirroring Sirius\' perfect grasp as deftly as he could.

Like the ride in the sky upon the Hippogriffs, it ended far too soon; rapt and spent in a few short moments, both man and boy were clinging to each other, panting, satisfied but not completely sated.

Harry\'s slender index finger reached up to sweep a tear-like drop of sweat from Sirius\' brow. \"I thought you wouldn\'t want me. I\'m so young, you\'re my godfather, and I\'m not Professor Lupin...\" he began, but his flow of words was stopped by the gentle pressure of a kiss.

\"Never mind all that,\" Sirius whispered, a lewd yet tender gleam in his eyes made more brilliant still be moe moon\'s light. \"We\'ll just have to be very careful not to let anyone else know about this until you\'re seventeen. And Harry - what I once felt for Remus can\'t compare to what I\'m feeling for you right this minute. This is special, and I want to make it stronger so it lasts forever... I have so much I want to show you - there are many, many things I want to teach you about making love...\"

Sirius and Harry slept in each other\'s arms that night; neither of them c fac face the loneliness of being apart. As Harry finally drifted off to sleep, his head on Sirius\' chest, he told himself that his fourteenth birthday had not only been the best birthday ever, but the happiest day of his entire life.

~ Fin.