Memories

A/N: Another ficlet that I wrote in about ten minutes. I hope you all enjoy!

"Memories"

Harry remembered the first time he met Sirius quite vividly. The circumstances under which they met were very
unusual, but despite that fact they grew closer and closer. By the time Harry reached his fifth year, he had fallen
hopelessly and unconditionally in love with the man who was his god father. He knew it was wrong, and many people
would probably be shocked to find out that the great saviour Harry Potter was gay. But...he didn't care. He
desperatly wanted to tell Sirius how he felt. He wanted to pour out his feelings until he was as dry as an old
well. It pained him to think that he would never be able to tell.

But...much to Harry's delight and surprise...Sirius felt the same.

Harry thought back to the day before he left Grimmauld Place when the winter holidays were over. Sirius had been
moping about the old house because it would soon be empty again. Harry had been up half the night contemplating
whether or not to tell Sirius how he felt. His stomach was in knots every time he saw Sirius walking or looking
in his direction, he paniced.

An hour or so before departing, Harry said to Sirius, "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

Sirius looked puzzled for a moment, "Sure, of course."

Harry was led to one of the many deserted rooms of Grimmauld Place, where he quickly closed the door behind Sirius.
His god father looked at him reassuringly, and Harry could not help but notice how incredibly handsome he looked
at that moment. His long dark hair was out of its usualy pony tail, and Harry seemed to lose himself in his deep,
dark eyes.

"Is there something wrong, Harry?" asked Sirius. "Is your scar hurting again?"

"No," said Harry quietly. "It's nothing at all like that."

Sirius smiled knowingly, "I bet I know what it is. Girl troubles, perhaps? Believe me, I've been trying to figure
them out for ages. They are very complex creatures."

Harry sighed a little and laughed, "Um...no. Not quite that either."

Harry felt a deep blush spreading across his face, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Sirius took a step
towards him and placed his hands on his shoulders. Harry was trembling so much that he was sure Sirius could feel
it. Harry wanted so badly to reach up and kiss Sirius, or to just embrace him.

"What is it?" Sirius smiled. "You know you can tell me anything."

"I know..." said Harry. "But...this is...I don't know how to explain."

Harry's heart pounded so rapidly that he could hear it deep in his ears. He took a couple of deep breaths before
looking up at Sirius again. Sirius looked deeply confused and concerned at the same time.

"I..." Harry began. "Sirius...I love you."

Sirius smiled, "I love you too, Harry. You're my godson, of course I do."

"I...don't love you...in that way. It's in a way I shouldn't..." Harry said, his face reddening even more. "In a
way that's wrong."

Harry looked at Sirius, whose eyes were widened so muc that they rivaled an owl's. Harry filled with worry,
thinking that his godfather would never speak to him again or think that he was disgusting. But, before Harry
could even utter an apology, he was wrapped up in Sirius' tight embrace.

"Harry," he breathed. "I've...I've been waiting so long for you to say that."

Before Harry could say anything else, he felt Sirius' warm lips touch his. A million fireworks went off in his
brain. Then he too wrapped his arms around Sirius' broad shoulders, finally feeling at home.

But now, Harry lie awake in his bed next to a wife who he didn't love enough, who was pregnant with their first
child. He looked at Ginny's sleeping form and felt guilt well up within him. He loved her...but not in the way she
deserved. No matter how many times she held him or how many times they made love...Harry still felt alone. Sirius
filled his every thought. As each year passed, he missed his godfather so much that it almost hurt to think about
him. He tried so many times to push the man from his mind...but he couldn't. His mind would replay the night where
Sirius fell into the veil over and over. Harry thought he would go mad from the torture.

Now all he had was the memories to keep him warm in the lonely nights.