Tying Loose Ends

A/N: Hello all! I’m taking a break from my studies for a few hours to write this story. It’s my take on how Sirius and Harry got together (if it were canon) and their reunion after DH. This has been swimming in my head for quite awhile. I just never got the chance to write it down. I’ll attempt to explain how Sirius comes back to life. I hope it’s not too cheesy -_-
I probably won’t go into that much detail with OOTP, you all know the story already lol.
Also, the opening sequence to this story is almost identical to Beelzibub’s story “Memories”. We both envisioned the same sort of scenario as to how Sirius and Harry got together, so I didn’t copy her story! I promise!
Enjoy! And please review!

Edit: I added a short paragraph to the end. That's about it.

Warnings: Very WAFFy (sorry), you know the rest

Setting: OOTP and after DH

“Tying Loose Ends”
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Harry didn’t know how it happened, or why it happened. But, all he knew what that he was in love. He was convinced that being in love was the absolute best feeling known to man. Never before had his body been encompassed by so much emotion. Whenever the person in question entered the room, Harry’s body temperature rose, and he felt a flush rise to his cheeks. He was quite embarrassed by it actually. But, despite this amazing feeling, there was one problem.

The person Harry was in love with was a man.

And, that person happened to be his god father, Sirius Black.

Staying at Number 12 Grimmauld over the summer made Harry aware of his feelings for Sirius. Seeing Sirius around the house made Harry’s heart soar. The feelings brewing inside him were almost too much to bear. His mind was full of doubt towards Sirius, and he didn’t know whether he should keep his feelings hidden, or left Sirius know what they were. By the time winter holidays arrived, Harry was so distraught he nearly made himself sick. It didn’t help that he had kissed Cho before the holidays. He actually had no idea why he did it. Perhaps he thought it would help rid his mind of his feelings for Sirius. But, in reality, it only intensified these feelings.

The day he told Sirius he loved him would forever remain in his mind as one of the happiest, yet most frightening experiences of his life. The image of Sirius standing before him that day vividly remained in his mind during the cold, lonely nights he spent searching for the Horcruxes. It was on the day he was to return to Hogwarts that he finally told Sirius.

“Is there something else you want to talk about, Harry?” asked Sirius after Harry had voiced his concerns about becoming an evil wizard.

Harry stood frozen before his god father, not knowing what to say, “Um…no. Not really.”

Sirius gazed at his god son knowingly, “Are you sure?”

“Yes…I mean no,” Harry stammered, his nerves starting to get the better of him. “I-I have something to tell you. But…but I honestly have no idea where to start.”

Harry knew he had to say what he wanted to say in order to save his mental health. He was already worried about it enough. Who in their right mind would fall in love with their god father who was twenty years older? His mind suddenly filled with doubt once more. What if Sirius was completely disgusted with him? What if Sirius never spoke to him again? An uneasy feeling rose in his stomach, making it almost uncomfortable to stand.

“What is it, Harry?” Sirius said calmly. “You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know, but…this isn’t normal…what I’m about to say,” Harry replied, suddenly finding an interesting pattern on the hard wood floor. He was beginning to wonder where his Gryffindor bravery had disappeared to.

An uneasy silence filled the room before Sirius spoke again, “Harry…please. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

‘Where to begin?’ Harry thought. ‘How do I tell him that I love him, and being without him is driving me mad?’

Harry tensed when he felt Sirius place his hands on his shoulders. He took a deep breathing and looked straight into Sirius’ blue eyes. This only made things harder on Harry, who quickly looked away. The urge to just reach up and kiss the older man was almost overwhelming. Harry was trembling so much that he was sure Sirius noticed it. The tension in the air was almost too much for Harry to comprehend.

“Sirius…”Harry began, finding it hard to breath. “I…I love you. But…it’s not in the way I should. I know it’s wrong…but I don’t care…I lov-“

Before Harry could carry on, he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around him. Harry was so surprised by Sirius’ movements that he didn’t know how t react to it. All he cared about was being in Sirius’ arm, feeling happier than he had ever felt in his life.

“Harry,” began Sirius. “I…I had no idea.”

Harry slowly wrapped his arms around Sirius, “I’m…sorry if I offended you.”

Sirius slowly looked down at Harry, “I’m not offended at all, Harry. In fact…Merlin help me…I love you too.”

Harry’s eyes widened at the sudden revelation. Time itself seemed to stop, and it felt like he and Sirius were the only living beings on the planet. Carefully cupping the side of Harry’s cheek and jaw with his gentle hand, Sirius smiled bewitchingly as he slowly closed the distance between their bodies. Lowering his head, leaving their lips only a whisper apart, he allowed his warm breath to mingle with the boy’s and rasped, “I’ve been waiting so long for this,” then captured Harry’s lips with his own.

Harry watched breathlessly as Sirius’ lips inched closer and closer to his own. Goose bumps covered his skin as the older man’s hot breathe fanned over his face and felt every fiber of his being erupt as Sirius finally took possession of his moist lips. Harry’s mind was taken to a world of blistering sensation as Sirius’ hot and wet mouth pressed into his.

Harry gasped as Sirius’ tongue skated across his lips demanding entrance. Harry mindlessly opened his mouth to Sirius’, letting loose a shameful moan from his throat as the older man plunged his slippery hot tongue deep into the warm recesses of Harry’s waiting cavern.

Harry’s mind was spinning so quickly that he didn’t notice Sirius’ pressing him against the wall. He grasped onto Sirius’ back for all he was worth, kissing his god father back with everything he had. Harry felt completely consumed by everything that was Sirius. He didn’t want this moment to end.

A knock at the door separated the pair. Hermione entered the room, telling Harry that they were leaving for Hogwarts in a few moments. After she left the room, Harry and Sirius embraced once more, not wanting to let the other go.

“I wish you would have told me sooner,” said Sirius softly.

“I do too,” said Harry bashfully. “I don’t know what I’m going to do once I’m back at school. I won’t see you until summer.”

Sirius ran a soothing hand through Harry’s hair, “You always have the mirror I gave you. Call on me whenever you need me.”

Harry smiled up at the older man, “I will.”

~+~

(After DH)

Harry sat alone by a small lake not too far from the Burrow. Harry had been living there since the war had ended, seeing as he had nowhere to go. Mrs. Weasley was more than willing to take him in, and made sure he was well rested and fed as she always did. He often came to the lake to think and be alone. So many thoughts were running through his mind now that the war had ended. He had been offered so many interviews that he lost count, and was even offered a position in the Ministry, but turned it down. Harry honestly had no idea what to do with his life. Part of him wasn’t expecting himself to survive the war, and really hadn’t planned for the future. He was still entertaining the idea of being an Auror, but it was still too early to know.

His thoughts drifted to his parents as well as Lupin and Tonks. They entered his thoughts constantly, and the guilt would wash over him in waves. There was no reason for Lupin and Tonks to die…and he found himself missing them terribly with every passing day. But the one loss that hurt the most was Sirius.

Sirius entered his mind almost every day. The day he revealed his feelings to Sirius drifted into his thoughts and dreams constantly. The caused him so much grief that he would have given anything for them to stop. These dreams were almost like a plague, infecting every part of Harry’s body, making it almost impossible to function.

The wind picked up slightly, causing a light shiver to run up and down Harry’s spine. Despite this, he opted to remain at the lake, wanting to clear his thought before returning to the Burrow. A few moments later, however, two distinctive pops were heard. Harry didn’t bother to turn around, figuring it was Ron and Hermione who would often visit him at the lake.

“Harry,” came the voice of Mr. Weasley. “Uh…there is someone here who would like to see you.

His interest piqued, Harry slowly turned around to face Mr. Weasley. When he saw the figure standing next to Mr. Weasley, he felt like he was going to faint.

There stood Sirius, looking exactly the same as he looked two years ago.

Harry stood slowly, eyes locking with Sirius’. His brain seemed to stop functioning, not knowing how to react to the current situation. How could Sirius be standing before him when Harry had seen him fall through the veil with his own eyes?

Sirius gave his trademark smile, “Harry, I’m offended! Aren’t you happy to me?”

Without wasting another second, Harry ran to Sirius’ waiting arms, embracing him so roughly that the pair almost fell over. Mr. Weasley then casually apparated back to the burrow, wanting to give god father and god son time to reacquaint themselves. As soon as he was gone, Sirius locked eyes with Harry, who had tears falling from his bright green orbs. He gently wiped them away with his thumbs, placing a gentle kiss on his god son’s forehead.

“How?” Harry asked. “How…are you here?”

“Ssh,” said Sirius.”

Slowly, Sirius closed the distance between them; their lips meeting a in a sweet, soft kiss. Every fiber of Harry’s body seemed to explode when their lips met. Gently extending his silken wet tongue, Sirius languidly began tracing Harry’ upper and lower lips, sensually sucking in the boy’s lower lip, massaging it slowly. Harry moaned into his god father’s mouth, still in disbelief that Sirius was there, holding him and kissing him.

The kiss quickly escalated into one of desperation. Every ounce of love Harry felt for Sirius was poured into the kiss. Sirius gently stroked the roof of Harry’s mouth, reintroducing his tongue to each ridge and bump. With the tip of his tongue, he skimmed teeth and gums then lapped at the fleshy sweet walls of Harry’s moist cavern. Sirius finally claimed Harry’s anxiously awaiting slick muscle with his own, toying with the smooth sides, massaging it from top to bottom, luring it into his mouth. When the need for air was too great, the pair broke apart, gasping deeply. Harry took his god father’s face in his hands; trying everything he could to make sure this was not just another dream.

“You’re real,” said Harry, tears still in his eyes. “You’re really here.”

Sirius gripped Harry’s hips tightly, “Yes…and I’ll never leave you again…I swear it.”

Harry brought Sirius in for another hot, desperate kiss. Before either of them knew what was going on, they fell to the grassy floor, Harry atop Sirius. When they broke apart once again, they gazed into each other’s eyes, realizing that it truly was real.

“Sirius…tell me…how?” Harry began, still out of breath from their kisses as he rolled off of Sirius.

Sirius turned on his side to face his god son, “Well…it’s rather strange. You see, when I fell through the veil, it took me to this place that was neither living nor dead. I know it doesn’t make much sense, but that is the only way to describe it. It was dark…and cold. And the voices…they never stopped. They taunted me constantly. I eventually began to lose sense of who I was and where I was. I thought about you...and it hurt knowing that I couldn’t see you again. I prayed to die, Harry. The suffering I endured…it was unbearable.”

Harry saw the shiver than ran over Sirius’ body. Whatever happened to Sirius inside the veil would most likely haunt him for the rest of his life.

“Then,” Sirius continued. “Just as I had given up, I saw a bright light. I figured that it was death…and I welcomed it. I closed my eyes and let it take me…but when I opened them again…I was back in the Department of Mysteries. I was so weak and tired that I…passed out. When I woke up again, I was in St. Mungo’s.”

“Who found you?” Harry asked anxiously. “And how long were you in St. Mungo’s?”

“A couple of Unspeakables found me,” said Sirius with a smile. “I guess I gave them quite a scare. Once they figured out who and I was and that I was truly alive, they took me to St. Mungo’s, and there I stayed for three weeks.”

“Three weeks!? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” said Harry with a touch of disbelief.

Sirius ran a hand through Harry’s ebony hair, “They wanted to keep me away from you. They didn’t know…how I would act when I woke up. They didn’t know if I would be the same person. No one wanted to expose you to that…especially Molly.”

Harry was silent for a few moments, “I still don’t understand how you got out of the veil. Where did that light come from?”

“Kingsley seems to think it happened right as you destroyed Voldemort,” Sirius replied. “Whatever kind of hold the veil had on me was broken when Voldemort died.”

Harry didn’t know what else to say. He was so overjoyed to have Sirius back that he could hardly function anymore. All he could do was embrace Sirius, holding him as close to his body as possible. Sirius embraced Harry back, pulling back slightly to kiss the younger boy. They exchanged slow, languid kisses for long, unhurried moments. They simply basked in each other’s presence, not wanting the moment to end.

Before long, they broke apart, and grudgingly decided to head back to the Burrow. Upon arriving, a celebration seemed to break out that lasted until the early hours of the morning. It was the happiest Harry had seen everyone since the war had ended. It was almost as though things were back to normal, which Harry welcomed whole heartedly.

~3 a.m.~

After everyone had gone to sleep, Harry sat wide awake in his room, which was actually Bill’s old room. His mind was still racing from the events that had transpired that day. It was almost as though Sirius had never left. Everything was just the same as before he had disappeared through the veil.

Slowly, Harry stood up from his position into his bed. An overwhelming sense to see Sirius washed over him. Being as quite as possible, Harry traipsed from his room and slowly closed the door. Trying his best to avoid the creaky spots of the hallways, he made his way to Charlie’s old room, which Sirius currently occupied. Not even bothering to knock on the door, Harry quietly pushed it open. He found Sirius sitting wide awake as well, staring out the window into the night. The room was lit by the glow of two soft candles placed on the nightstand. As soon as the door opened, Sirius turned to face Harry adoringly.

“I was hoping you’d come,” said Sirius as he stood from the bed.

Harry walked fully into the room, shutting the door behind him. He paused at the door momentarily, taking in the sight of his handsome god father. He walked over to Sirius, who immediately swept the younger boy into his arms. Harry welcomed the warm embrace, breathing in Sirius’ spicy scent. He knew he would never grow tired being wrapped in the older man’s arms.

Sirius laughed slightly, “I was worried that you have found someone else…”

“I didn’t want anyone else…and I still don’t,” Harry replied. He was filled with so much emotion that if felt like a warm, comforting current was running all through him. He completely surrendered to Sirius…he wanted to give Sirius every part of him.

“Sirius...”

“Yes, Harry?”

Harry paused for only a moment, then whispered into Sirius’ ear,“…Make love to me.”

Sirius pulled back, a look of shear surprise, “Harry…are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Sirius slowly brought Harry into a kiss that was so deep and passionate that it left the younger boy’s mind spinning. Sirius took advantage of his parted lips, slipping his tongue into the younger boy’s warm mouth, coaxing the other’s wet muscle to play. Their kiss was wet and deep, boldly exploring each other’s warmth. Harry whimpered feeling his entire body trembling; the heat rising from in between his legs.

Sirius slowly explored every corner of Harry’s sensuous wet mouth with his scorching tongue, savoring the sweet flavor before tearing his lips away, only to drop wet, open mouthed kisses over his god son’ smooth jaw. He licked and nipped his way down Harry’s neck over to his collarbone where he spent many long seconds sucking on the delicious skin. Sirius moved across his lover’s throat to the opposite side continuing to lick, suck, and nip every inch of fevered flesh.

Harry gasped as Sirius’ lips explored his flesh in a way no one ever had. He was already beside himself with arousal. He slowly pulled away from Sirius’ seeking mouth; the need for air growing too great.

Harry walked over to the side of the bed. Sirius gazed intently at the ebony haired boy, watching his every move. His breathe hitched as he watched the boy remove his shirt, dropping it to the ground. Sirius’ eyes feasted on his soon to be lover’s flesh. Harry was thin, yet his chest was covered in taut, lean muscle. The sight of Harry standing before him in the pale moonlight would forever be etched in his mind.

Sirius slowly and carefully made his way over to the bed, removing his own shirt and socks. Licking his lips, he devoured the boy with hungry eyes. He carefully wrapped Harry in his arms, lowering both of their heaving bodies onto the bed, burying his lips in the teen’s neck as he applied gentle pressure against Harry’s hardened sex with his upper thigh. Harry let out a soft moan, grasping Sirius’ back tightly.

“Harry,” Sirius breathed. “Do you have your wand?”

Harry reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out his wand. Sirius immediately took and placed a silencing charm on the doors and walls, making sure no sound was to escape the room. Placing the wand on the nightstand, Sirius returned to the young feast before him. Harry was gazing up at him with lust darkened eyes, wanting more of what ever Sirius had in store of him.

Sirius’ blood boiled from the Harry’s piercing gaze and quickly claimed his lips, dominating the younger boy’s inner warmth with his tongue.


As Harry groaned into the kiss, trying to keep up with Sirius’ passionate assault, Sirius smoothly slid his hand down Harry’s chest. Without warning, he gently, yet firmly, pulled the boys hardened nipple between his skillful fingers giving it a twist, forcing a gasping groan from his virgin lover.


Sirius continued manipulating the taut pebble relentlessly, relishing in the cries and whimpers he wrung from the boy, quickly swallowing them while plundering Harry’s mouth. Sirius relinquished Harry’s swollen lips only to infiltrate the boy’s neck. Tilting his head back, Harry allowed Sirius free reign over his scorching flesh, whimpering and sobbing in heavenly bliss. There was not one inch of the younger boy’s body that wasn’t on fire or ached with need. Sirius laved Harry’s neck with a series of licks and kisses then nips and suction. He tortured the entire expanse of Harry’s flesh. From collarbone to collarbone, over his throat, under his chin to behind his ear.

“Sirius!” Harry gasped.

Harry’s moans and whimpers were some of the sweetest, most erotic sounds Sirius had ever heard in his life. He wanted to explore every inch of Harry’s body, releasing more moans from the boy. Writhing beneath Sirius, Harry cried out for more as the older man exploited every sweet spot with his lips and fingers. Abruptly tearing his lips away from Harry’s neck, Sirius latched his hot, wet mouth onto the boy’s tender and abused nub. Sucking in the pebbled morsel, he gently bit down, worrying the tip between his teeth as he played with its twin.

“Aah!” Harry cried. “Sirius...please.”

Having Sirius finally touching him this way was more than Harry could comprehend. His fantasies were finally coming true. The older man’s lips and tongue felt heavenly against his skin. Everything Sirius did to him left him wanting more and more. The arousal between his legs ached, practically begging to be touched.

With Harry’s painfully hard shaft throbbing inside his pants, Sirius began licking and kissing a path down Harry’s chest, sensually ravishing each taut muscle, caressing every inch of quivering flesh, at the same time, stealthily resituating his body between the boy’s legs. Whimpering, Harry twisted his hands into the bedding arching his hips up, only to be pushed back down by Sirius.

Sirius eyed Harry soothingly as he slowly began to remove his pants, quickly followed by his boxers. He sat back up, taking in the beautiful sight of his nude lover for the first time. Harry’s lips were swollen from the kisses they shared, his face and chest flushed red, and his dark hair was tousled about the pillow.

Even though Harry yearned for Sirius to touch him, he bit his lip, turning his head away, embarrassed from his god father’s piercing gaze on his body. Never before had he been eyed like this, and he felt an even deeper blush rise to his cheeks.

Noticing this, Sirius wanted to help the boy overcome his shyness. He ran his hands from Harry’s knees to his thighs, over his hips to his abs then back down, and gently asked, “Harry, please look at me...you look so beautiful like this.”

Harry raised his eyes to Sirius again, and was immediately soothed by the look in his god father’s eyes. Sirius slowly lifted Harry legs and spread them wide, leaving gentle kisses on the inside of Harry’s thighs. Harry quivered at the gentle touch, noticing how dangerously close Sirius came to his aching cock before teasingly pulling back. Harry moaned deeply when Sirius began to gently nip at the soft flesh of his thigh.

Sirius then placed Harry’s thighs over his shoulder, and leaned forward. He was now face to face with Harry’s large, dripping cock. He gazed back up at Harry, who was watching him with very intent eyes. Then, with a lecherous grin, Sirius pinned the boy’s hips down firmly, swallowing Harry down to the root.

“Sirius!” Harry cried, arching his back off of the bed.

He pulled his lips back to the tip, sucking just the head while flicking his tongue inside the tender slit. He then drove back down, burying the shaft deep within his throat and swallowed. He began bobbing his head quickly from base to tip, swirling his tongue in an intricate pattern along the large vein. Harry writhed beneath Sirius’ ministrations, moaning loudly and begging for more.

Harry thrashed his upper body wildly as his hips were immobilized by Sirius’ strong hands. He wailed and whimpered, tossing his head from side to side. Molten lava coursed throughout his veins, his heart raced, his stomach began coiling in on itself as liquid fire reached higher and higher. Then, something happened that Harry was completely unprepared for. He felt Sirius’ slicked up middle finger probing the outside of his opening. As Sirius gently toyed with the tight ring of muscle, trying to loosen it, Harry’s moans escalated to cries of ecstasy.

Once Sirius relaxed the puckered entrance, he slid his finger inside the tight, hot channel. Harry gasped from the foreign object intruding indecently into his private space, and clutched his fingers in Sirius’ long, black hair. From Sirius sucking his cock expertly and sliding a hot finger inside of him, the pleasure was almost too much. He felt his inside burning as his orgasm was creeping up on him.

“Oh my god! Sirius!!” Harry cried as he erupted into his god father’s mouth.

Sirius became painfully aware of his own arousal at that very moment. Seeing Harry orgasm was an erotic sight to behold. He watched as Harry body cooled from the orgasm he just experienced, and then carefully made his way back up to face Harry. All the while, his middle finger was still buried deep inside the younger boy. He was so tight that he could hardly wait to be buried deep inside of him. As he brought Harry’s lips to his own, he carefully slide a second finger inside of Harry’s willing body.

Sirius slowly began thrusting the two digits in and out, swallowing Harry’s moans of pleasure with his mouth. While trying to distract Harry from what he was doing, he curled his finger, rubbing it back and forth over Harry’s prostate. Harry tore his lips away from Sirius’, releasing a cry of sheer pleasure. Each time Sirius stroked his sweet spot, Harry felt dots forming behind his eyes. His arousal was quickly coming back to life with each stroke to his prostate.

“Please,” Harry whimpered. “Sirius…I want you.”

Sirius had wanted to add a third finger, but seeing the look on Harry’s face let him know that the younger boy was more than ready. Removing his thrusting fingers, Sirius placed himself between Harry’s legs, making quick work of removing his own jeans and boxers. A deep shiver ran through Harry’s body when he caught sight of Sirius’ large, red tipped erection. He was more than willing to have Sirius inside him, wanting to feel whole with Sirius. Sirius reached for Harry’s wand on the nightstand and quickly uttered the lubrication spell which Harry had yet to learn.

“Are you ready?” Sirius asked softly.

Harry locked eyes with the older men, “Yes…please.”

Not wavering his gaze from Harry, Sirius slowly began penetrating Harry’s outer ring of muscle, pushing forward even though the boy’s body protested by trying to push out the huge and determined intruder. Harry gripped Sirius’ upper arm tightly, feeling a slight burning sensation as the older man thrust deeper into him.

Sirius released his sex, placing his right forearm on the opposite side of Harry’s head while fully seating himself inside the hot and gripping black hole of the younger boy’s body. Sirius was shaking in his attempt to not pound the boy into the mattress. The boy was so tight, so hot, so willing. Sirius’ body temperature was at a feverish level, his breathing was coming in short pants as perspiration dotted his flesh, yet, he waited for Harry to give him permission to continue.

The slight burning Harry felt as Sirius breeched his entrance was quickly replaced by overwhelming pleasure as Sirius’ large cock filled him. As his anal walls molded around Sirius shaft, he could feel every vein pulsing with life against his inner flesh. All the teen could think of was that he wanted more, needed more.

Harry wrapped his long legs around Sirius’ waist, hinting subtly that he wanted more. Pulling almost all the way out leaving only the tip in, Sirius plunged back in hard, hitting Harry’s sweet spot dead on the first time. At Harry’s wail of pleasure, Sirius began fucking the boy with long and deep strokes, groaning himself from the tight friction as Harry’s inner walls gripped him like a vice, pulling him in deeper and deeper, forcing the head of his cock to hit the boy’s prostate over and over again.


Harry writhed underneath the older man. The term euphoria would be a gross understatement of what the boy was experiencing. Harry’s blood boiled, his thighs ached, and his cock throbbed, dribbling pre cum over his stomach. His mind was no more than a hazy fog of lust; his bones melting long ago. As Sirius’ own orgasm began to overtake his resistance and wanting his lover to cum with him, the older man began fisting Harry’s rigid flesh in time with his thrusting.

With his cock being jacked off and his prostate relentlessly assaulted, liquid fire began to flow throughout Harry’s body, seeking out the apex of the boy’s pleasure. As the scorching fire within found its target, Harry’s ball’s tightened, his cock pulsed and his body stiffened. With a wailing cry, Harry shouted Sirius’ name as his cock erupted, spilling his seed in torrent thick streams, climaxing harder then had before.

Harry’s cock pulsed within Sirius’ hand just seconds before the boy cried out his name and Harry’s inner walls clamped down around his shaft. Sirius bit into his lower lip thrusting once more deep inside Harry’s body, burying himself to the hilt. The older man allowed the boy’s convulsing inner walls to pull his orgasm from his body, milking his shaft relentlessly as his seed sprayed forth in thick ribbons, spilling out of Harry’s cavity, and dripping down his thighs.

“Harry!” Sirius groaned, collapsing atop his god son.

It took many moments for both Harry and Sirius to move. The only thing Sirius could manage to do was spell them clean before collapsing onto the bed again. Turning over, he slowly pulled Harry into his arms, feeling the boy’s rushing heart beat through his chest. Sirius had never felt so complete in his entire life.

“Did I hurt you?” Sirius asked thoughtfully.

“Not at all,” said Harry, nuzzling himself in the crook of Sirius’ neck. “It was wonderful.”

Sirius gazed into Harry's green eyes for a few moment, letting everything sink in. Everything he ever wanted he found within his god son. For so many years he had looked for someone to fill his heart so completely. Everything in the past seemed to fade away and not matter anymore. The only thing that mattered to Sirius was what the future would bring.

“You know, Harry,” Sirius began. “My offer still stands.”

Harry looked up at Sirius with a puzzled look on his face, “What offer?”

“If you still wanted to come live with me,” said Sirius.

Harry beamed, “Of course I do! I’d love to!”

Sirius smiled, running his hands through Harry’s ebony hair, “I love you, Harry.”

Harry smiled at the words he had not heard in two years, “I love you too.”

Both men slowly fell asleep, waiting for what the morning had in store for them.

~FIN~

A/N: That took forever!! (Stupid college). I know this was extremely fluffy, but I’ve been reading too many fluffy stories lately. Please read and review! I must be off to class now!