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jmagnabo92 · 3 months

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GGSB Fest 2024 - Please, Let Me

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Prompt - De-aged harry.

When Harry's suddenly de-aged, Sirius takes care of him at Order Headquarters.

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Sirius is sitting in his horrible family’s house, desperately wishing to be anywhere else when suddenly the floo bursts green with several members of the Order that were at Hogwarts and the Weasleys, Hermione and… a five-year-old Harry?

What?

Dumbledore comes through last and is looking quite grim.

Sirius focuses on this little version Harry, who upon being set down by Hermione immediately runs to Sirius. Sirius doesn’t hesitate to open his arms and let Harry cling to him.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re not sure,” Hermione states. “We were just eating dinner, Harry had been feeling off and was going to rest early since his detentions are over, and then out of nowhere, he’s shrinking and five again.”

“We think someone slipped him a de-aging potion,” McGonagall states. “And he can’t stay at Hogwarts until it wears off.”

“He’ll stay here,” Sirius states.

“I think he should go back to the Dursleys –” Dumbledore tries.

“And you’d be wrong,” Sirius states. At the mere mention of the Dursleys, little Harry shakes and begs not to go to them. “They barely tolerate teenage Harry during the summer, can you imagine how’d they treat him as a sudden five-year-old?”

“He’s safe there –”

“We’ve been through this – he’s never been safe from the people inside and he’s literally shaking from the mere thought of going back to them,” Sirius states. “Please, let me take care of him. It’s not like I have anything else to do and he is my godson.”

Dumbledore doesn’t look like he’s going to agree, but it seems like everyone else is on Sirius’ side arguing that Sirius is right, especially with the way that Harry’s clinging to him.

“Alright, I suppose that Headquarters for now, at least until he’s his proper age, again.”

“Thank you.”

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With that, everyone leaves, except Kingsley, who offers to be a support to Sirius as he deals with his suddenly a five-year-old godson.

“Well, he just had dinner, and he said he wanted to rest. Could you go get his room ready and I could I don’t know – give him a bath?” Sirius asks.

Kingsley nods, and disappears, while Harry gives him wide eyes. “Bath?”

“Does that sound good, Harry? Maybe a nice bath to get clean and calm down?”

Harry nods, “With bubbles?”

“Naturally,” Sirius says, grinning.

***

The bath was actually kind of hilarious. Little Harry appears to love the bath and was entirely enthused by the bubbles. He almost didn’t want to get out of the bath, but he seemed worried about telling Sirius no, which only served to make Sirius hate the Dursleys more.

After the bath, Harry’s even more surprised when he tells them the bedtime story of his parents first meeting and gets to fall asleep with a cute little Prongs and Padfoot stuffed animal.

It’s almost difficult to tear himself away, but he finally does after about ten minutes.

He’s almost startled by Kingsley, forgetting that he was there, when he closes the door and charms it so he’ll know when Harry wakes.

“You’d have been a great parent to him,” Kingsley states. “Already a natural.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Sirius states. “Just trying to do my best.”

“Please. You managed to keep him calm during the arguing, you gave him a bath, and read him a story and not once did you struggle.”

Sirius laughs. “I was just remembering what I used to do when I babysat. Maybe tomorrow, we’ll play as Padfoot and Snuffles again.”

“Padfoot and Snuffles?”

“It’s a long story. Anyway, given all of the recent events, I’m sure Harry’ll be up before we know it, so we should get to bed.”

Kingsley gives him a wink. “Together?”

Sirius smiles. “Just sleep tonight. I wouldn’t want little ears to interrupt. Especially when he doesn’t know about us.”

Kingsley hums. “Maybe when he’s fifteen, again, you might tell him.”

“Maybe. For now, I just want to enjoy giving Harry little bit of his childhood back.”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

“Good.”

#sirius black #harry james potter #sirius and harry #sirius and harry saturday #good godfather sirius black #good godfather Sirius Black Fest 2024

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theresthesnitch · 2 years

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(a little something for Sirius and Harry Saturday that I decided was too long for @impishtubist's askbox...)

When Sirius moved in with the Potters, things were not just suddenly okay. Sirius acted out a lot. Testing boundaries, sure, but he also thought that they would eventually kick him out too, because if even his parents didn't love him enough to keep him, then why would the Potters?

Only, Euphemia and Fleamont were not Walburga and Orion. They responded to each outburst with kindness and love. They set reasonable boundaries and had reasonable expectations. Every time Sirius did something else to break those boundaries and force them to finally punish him, Euphemia would look at him and say, "I love you, but I don't love the way you are acting right now."

One night, Sirius came home, hours after abandoning James in some muggle neighborhood, drunk and high. Euphemia stayed with him until he sobered up, even though he slept through most of it.

When he woke up, she was sitting in a chair next to his bed, knitting. She saw he was awake, and proceeded to tell him that she loved him, unconditionally, and that she was worried about him. She promised to always be there for him, even when he scared her the way he did the night before.

Sirius had never had anyone worry for him before. He hadn't thought that what he was doing would scare her. He never again disappeared like that, or came back quite that out of it.

(She knit a sweater that night, which Sirius wore nearly constantly until he wore it to rags. She knit him another to replace it.)

When Harry came to live with Sirius and Remus after POA, he was overly well behaved at the beginning. Sirius and Remus had to convince him that he didn't have to wake up early to make them breakfast, he didn't have to sweep and mop and wipe down the counters and the toilets every night, and he did not have to stay out of the way so he was neither seen nor heard. It took a while, and the sacrifice of every single piece of the Black Family fine china launched at the hideous Black Family Tree tapestry, but they finally convinced Harry that it was alright to be a teenager.

With the new freedom, Harry rebelled.

It was small things, at first. Testing boundaries. When he found lines to cross, he did, and Sirius watched as Harry braced for whatever punishment he had been conditioned to expect. It never came, and every time, when Harry relaxed again, Sirius watched the confusion and awe on his face, and wondered whether Euphemia saw the same mix of emotions on his own face.

Remus didn't get it–why Harry lashed out at them. He couldn't get it; not really. His parents weren't perfect, but they loved him.

Sirius got it, though. He understood the absolute disbelief that someone could love you as you were, unconditionally. So every time Harry yelled at them, or broke something, or slammed his door so hard that the entire house groaned under it, Sirius thought of Euphemia and her kind smile and her kinder words.

I love you, but I don't love how you're acting right now.

#sirius and harry saturday #good godfather sirius black #euphemia is queen #wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar raising Harry after POA #tw drugs #tw alcohol #tw implied child abuse #vague mentiones of child abuse #canonical black family abuse #canonical dursley family abuse

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carlav-blogs · 2 years

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Goodbye Padfoot

#sirius black deathday celebration #sirius and harry saturday #but on Sunday bc family emergencies #carlav.art-blogs #Sirius black #look at him he tripped and died #but he got to be back with his prongs

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lex-hj0519 · 2 years

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Rebellious

Another snippet from a Sirius-raises-Harry AU where Sirius has recently gotten custody of eight-year-old Harry:

Sirius offered his hand to Harry as they left the school building. Harry’s small hand tucked into his, but Sirius hadn’t missed the sidelong, anxious look Harry had given him when he’d arrived at the playground to get him. Sirius tried to engage Harry with a few simple questions about his day as they walked home, but Harry only gave quiet, one-word answers in return.

They settled into silence instead, which gave Sirius time to think over what the teacher had spoken to him about when he arrived at the school. “Harry is refusing to read out loud in class,” she had said. “He holds the book up to his face to make his classmates laugh. When I tell him to hold the book properly, he puts it down and stares at it without saying a word and the class laughs even harder. This rebelliousness needs to stop, Mr. Black.”

“Rebellious” isn’t a word that Sirius would use to describe his godson. Quiet. Obedient. Eager to please. That’s how Sirius would describe the eight-year-old that had arrived at his home shortly before the start of the school year. A little boy who never failed to put away his coat and line up his shoes. A little boy who still tried to clear the table and do the dishes after every meal. A little boy who moved around the house so quietly that Sirius was often surprised to find that they were in the same room. A little boy who tucked himself into corners and tried to take up the least amount of space possible.

They climbed the stairs to their flat together. Sirius continued with their usual after-school routine, worried that a deviation from normal would work Harry up even more than he already was. Even now, Sirius could tell that the boy was wracked with nerves. His foot jiggled under the kitchen table, when normally he was eerily still. He devoured his snack in quick, large bites with his plate pulled even closer to him than normal. Once his plate was cleared and his glass of milk completely drained, Sirius decided it was time.

“Do you think we could talk before you go do your homework, Haz?” Sirius asked, doing his best to keep his voice level and gentle. Harry nodded stiffly, though he stared down at the table instead of looking up at Sirius. Sirius pulled out the chair across from and sat down.

“I had a little chat with your teacher after school,” Sirius started. “She told me about how she likes to have you all read aloud in front of the class.”

Harry nodded; his gaze still fixed on the table.

“Do you want to tell me about how it went today?” Sirius asked. Harry was silent, though Sirius didn’t really expect anything else. “I heard that reading aloud isn’t your favorite thing.”

Harry shrugged.

“Do you want to talk about why?” Sirius pressed.

“I just don’t like it.” Harry muttered sullenly.

“Your teacher mentioned that you make the other kids laugh when you hold the book up to your face.” Sirius tried. “Do you like to make the other kids laugh?”

Sirius knew what Harry’s answer would be before the question was out of his own mouth. He may not have known Harry for very long yet, but he wasn’t the kind of kid to disobey to make others laugh. James was — he liked being the class clown — but Harry? No, that wasn’t him. But Sirius felt like he had to ask anyways. He had been telling Harry more and more stories about James. Maybe this was Harry’s little way of trying to be like his father?

Harry’s face hardened. “No one likes to be made fun of,” he said quietly.

“No, of course not.” Sirius agreed.

“Then why did you ask if I liked it?”

Sirius was a little startled by Harry’s sharp comeback. It wasn’t what he’d come to expect from Harry, but it was also comforting in a way. It meant that Harry was starting to feel more comfortable with expressing himself. Sirius leaned back against his chair and eyed Harry contemplatively, wanting to consider his next words carefully. Their little chat was started to spiral out of his control, and he wasn’t any closer to determining what was wrong than he had been when they started.

“You’re right,” Sirius said finally. “That was a bit of a silly question, wasn’t it?” Harry shrugged again and Sirius pressed on. “I’d just like to understand what’s going on. Does it make you nervous to read in front of the class?”

Harry didn’t answer.

“We could practice at home together, if you’d like?” Sirius offered.

Harry shook his head. Sirius sighed. He knew he was starting to flounder, but he didn’t know where to take the conversation next. Harry was silent. Sirius watched him as he sat hunched over the table, tracing a pattern on the top with his finger. His glasses started to slip down his nose and Harry pushed them back up into place.

Oh. His glasses. The realization struck Sirius like a slap in the face. Harry was holding the book closely to his face because otherwise he couldn’t see the words. Sirius had made Harry an appointment with a pediatric healer as soon as the boy had come into his care, but the healer’s schedule was a nightmare and they still had another two weeks to go until their appointment. He hadn’t even thought about making him an appointment to get his eyes checked.

“Haz?” Sirius asked. Harry looked up at him. “How long have you had your glasses?”

“Since I started primary school.” Harry said quietly.

“When was the last time you had an eye exam?”

Harry shrugged. “When I got them.”

“You haven’t gone back to see the optometrist since you first got them?” Sirius pressed.

“Aunt Petunia said I didn’t need to.” Harry replied.

It was moments like these that make Sirius want to track down the Dursleys and curse the living daylights out of them. But that wouldn’t help Harry. He needed to focus on Harry and the here and now, not on getting angry over the seven years of childhood that Harry had lost while in the custody of his aunt and uncle.

“Do you remember how we talked about making you an appointment with a healer?” Sirius asked. “Because it’s important for you to get checked over every year, to make sure you’re healthy?”

Harry nodded. He was finally looking at Sirius instead of staring down at the table, but his expression was uncertain again. The worry and anxiety that had been temporarily replaced with fierce resentment was back, and Sirius wasn’t sure why.

“It’s important for you to get your eyes checked every year, too,” Sirius continued. “Sometimes your eyesight gets worse as you get older and your glasses need to get updated to make sure you can still see properly.”

“My glasses are fine.” Harry muttered.

“Yeah?” Sirius smiled. “They’re fine when you can hold your book up to your face?”

Harry scowled at that. He looked adorable with his face scrunched up and the corners of his lips turned downward, not that Sirius would say so aloud.

“There’s nothing wrong with needing new glasses, kiddo.” Sirius assured him. “If you can’t see properly with your glasses, then I’m happy to take you to get new ones.”

Harry looked down at the table again and mumbled something. The mumble was so quiet that Sirius only caught pieces of what Harry had said, but he didn’t like the parts that he did hear. There had been something in there about not wanting to be a burden. Or perhaps he said that he hadn’t earned them? But no matter what he had said, Sirius knew he had to set his kid straight.

“Harry, can you look at me, please?” Sirius asked gently. He waited until Harry had raised to his head to meet Sirius’s eyes before he continued. “You will never be a burden to me, Harry. And you never have to earn things that you need. Never. You will always have food and clothes and toys and books and glasses and anything else your little heart desires here. All right?”

Harry still looked unsure, but there was a little bit of hope shining in his green eyes now. Sirius knew that it would take time before Harry would fully believe and trust in what he said, but he would keep chipping away at the little boy’s uncertainty until it shattered for good.

#sirius black #harry potter #sirius raising harry #good godfather sirius black #sirius and harry saturday

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tracingpatternswrites · 2 years

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Today didn’t turn out quite how I planned but here is a thing. This is a combined effort for @wolfstarmicrofic with the prompt fortress and Sirius and Harry Saturday, written for the lovely lovely @impishtubist

“I’m the Prince and Moony is the King,” Harry says as he adjusts one of the pillows with his hands, and Sirius does not miss the smug twist to Moony’s grin at that.

“And what am I?” Sirius huffs, a little affronted. ”A distant cousin?”

“No,” Harry gives him a strange look, “you’re the Queen, Padfoot.”

Sirius hears Remus’ chortle, the muttered “Dunno how right you are about that one, Haz. Ow!”

Moony grabs his ankle where Sirius’ stinging hex hit him, a weak little thing that couldn’t even have been all that painful but Sirius still receives a glare from his husband.

They had spent most of the day building a fortress made out of pillows in the living room, held together by a bit of luck and quite a lot of magic. Now the three of them were were hiding behind one of the walls, Sirius and Remus with their wands and Harry with a chopstick left over from last night’s Chinese takeaway.

“NO, Padfoot!” Harry’s voice is admonishing, and the look he receives from his godson a little exasperated. “You’re supposed to be here!”

He points at a spot roughly an inch to the left of where Sirius is currently standing. He raises his brows at Remus’ amused expression, rolling his eyes in a way as if to say you just wait as he moves where Harry wants him.

“Sorry, Haz. My bad.”

“Hm,” Harry says, looking at him intently before he’s satisfied with his position, swirling around on the spot to face Remus instead. “And you’re here, Moony.”

Remus moves dutifully to the place he’s assigned, trying not to smile at Harry’s serious expression. Harry nods his approval before turning to face the room, head peaking up over the top of the wall of pillows in front of them.

“Er, Harry?” Sirius asks after a while, when Harry has been staring intently at the sofa on the other side of the room for a good two minutes. “What are we waiting for?”

“Shh,” Harry glares at him. “We’re waiting for the monsters!”

“Ah, yes, of course,” Sirius nods, trying his best not to smile.

”We’re waiting for the monsters to come and then we will fight them with our wands. We’re protecting the castle. Shh!” Harry stares at the sofa for a moment, body tensed, before he relaxes again, whispering. ”I thought I heard them.”

Sirius watches him fondly, focusing his attention back in the direction that Harry is looking in. Silence settles for a moment, and then…

”Oh no,” Remus’ voice is grave, serious, and Harry whips around to stare at him, eyes wide and voice barely over a whisper.

”What?”

”I think the Monsters are here, Haz,” Remus nods gravely but Sirius can see the hint of a smile behind his eyes as Harry sucks in a dramatic breath. ”It’s, yes…” Moony pretends to listen carefully, looking around them, ”oh no, Haz, it’s the tickling monster and I think– I think– I think it’s taken me over!”

”Noooo!” shrieks Harry in protest as Remus makes a move towards him, and he backs away until he he knocks against Sirius.

Remus follows, a helpless sort of expression on his face, ”I’m sorry Hazza, I can’t help it. It’s– it’s taken over now.”

Harry squawks as Remus dives for him, making a fruitless attempt to escape Moony’s long arms, shrieking in laughter as he’s hoisted into the air and flipped upside down.

 ”Noo–ooo,” he gasps, laughing delightedly as he writhes in Moony’s hold, clinging to his arms and legs kicking. ”Help, Padfoot!”

”I dunno, Haz I’m not sure I can beat the tickling monster,” Sirius teases as he watches them, chest expanding with the love he feels for the two of them as Moony easily throws the child into the air before catching him again.

”Mooo–oony,” Harry cries between fits of giggles, squirming out of his grip and throwing himself at Sirius instead, and Sirius catches him, finding himself with a five year old in his arms as he takes a step back to keep his balance. “Save me Padfoot!”

Remus grins, positively wolfishly as he closes in on them both and Sirius backs up against the wall of pillows behind them, still with Harry in his arms, the boy clinging to him, arms wrapped tightly around Sirius’ neck.

He doesn’t have a chance to reply properly before Remus is right there, and the three of them tumbles into the wall of pillows that comes down around them, the spell breaking, Harry twisting and squirming and laughing breathlessly between them.

Once they’ve worn themselves out, they lie gasping for breath in the pile of pillows, Harry fitted snuggly between himself and Remus, face flushed and eyes wet from tears of laughter.

“You ruined the castle, Moony,” says Harry as the twists himself around, Sirius smiling fondly at the loving expression on Remus’ face as he ruffles the boy’s hair.

“Sorry sprog, we’ll rebuild it,” Remus promises and Harry nods in satisfaction as he shuffles closer.

“Later,” he nods, heaving a satisfied little sigh.

“Later,” Sirius agrees with a soft smile.

#sirius and harry saturday #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #sirius/remus #sirius x remus #wolfstar raising harry

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heartofspells · 2 years

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I don’t respond well to bullying (that’s a lie, i clearly do). Except when it involves Sirius and Harry. And hugs, apparently.

Have fun, @impishtubist. (hopefully)

Happy Sirius and Harry Saturday! (and it is technically Saturday for me, so...)

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Harry had always liked hugs. Since the day he'd been old enough to wrap his little hands around larger fingers, he'd always clung on in some way.

Sirius remembers that tiny baby, fresh from hospital, splayed in his arms, legs bunching up, kicking out a little but barely mobile yet. Sirius had stared down into those eyes James had been sure would match his own once they changed and been enamored. His godson. Harry Potter. His best friends' son. The entire world in a small body shorter than Sirius' forearm.

But when that hand had reached out so surely, tiny little fingers wrapping around one of Sirius' own, Sirius had been captured, gone. Annihilated. Everything was over after that. All that Sirius Black had ever and would ever be belonged to that small boy. And that never changed, not for one day.

There'd been no question in his mind about taking Harry when his friends died. He'd been grieving, angry, beating his fists against Remus' chest in uncontrollable rage and helplessness, Remus clutching him firmly, tears welling in his eyes as he'd watched and let Sirius do whatever he'd needed to just get through it. But Harry…he'd been a sort of grace, a breath of painful air sucked into stinging lungs sliced open with glass that had stuck and splintered. Harry had healed Sirius as much as it was possible for him to heal.

As his godson grows, Sirius watches him, counts and catalogues all the different ways he takes his affection as often as he wants it. There are running tackles, arms thrown around legs as he rides on feet with each step taken, laughter bubbling from his chest and flushing his perfect face, green eyes bright and glittering. There are the early-morning dives into beds, limbs flying, elbows in ribcages and sternums, knees digging into thighs and hips. Sneak attacks from around chairs or dark corners where only the faintest of giggles signals he's there at all.

Sirius holds onto every one of them, cherishes them. He takes them while he can, adamant for them, craving those arms around him, his own around smaller shoulders, fingers pushed into a mop of black hair so like James' it aches.

He keeps them all, and he's grateful he has, because one day, when Harry's nearly ten, he stops. At first, Sirius thinks he's done something wrong. He tries to take a hug for himself instead of waiting for Harry to initiate it as he almost always has, but the boy denies him, holds up his hands, turns his back. Sirius deflates, sags with it, feels like rubbish left to rot at the bottom of a bin.

Remus tells him it's normal, Harry's growing up, branching out, away from them and their little family they've created. He'll circle back. Sirius is forced to believe him, but he despises it, an internal flame flickering and dying away, life only breathed back into it during those rarer and rarer times when Harry pushes in for that special sort of attention that swells Sirius' heart before it's puttering in his chest again when his godson once again leaves.

The years pass and Harry gets older. They do too. He goes to school, and Sirius and Remus find themselves alone for the first time since…ever. Even after they'd left school, they'd never truly been alone, the war pulling them in separate directions, meetings always being demanded, their friends around in some fashion nearly constantly. With Harry gone for most of the year now, it feels like the first opportunity they've had to really just breathe. Sirius doesn't want it.

They don't know what to do with themselves. There are owls, care parcels sent. They receive several letters in return, but they grow fewer and further between with each year. Harry comes home for holidays at first, but as he ages, he disappears to the houses of his friends. Sometimes they come to their home, Sirius nearly begging for it without actually begging, just to try to keep Harry as close as he can for as long as possible. Remus calls him out on it. Of course he does.

"This is going to keep happening, Pads. You may as well get used to it," he says one night during the summer after Harry's third year as Sirius is moping and pretending he's not. He glares down into the sink basin, scrubbing over a plate with a little more force. "How often did you want to stay home over holidays while we were in school?"

Sirius' head whips in Remus' direction, eyes baleful. "That's different, isn't it?" he nearly snaps. "We aren't my family, and this isn't that house."

Remus doesn't seem fazed by his tone, resting his hip against the counter's edge, hands dipping easily into his pockets. "Doesn't matter. What about me? How often did I stay with my parents?"

"Also different," grouses Sirius, turning back to the dishes and glowering down at them. "You had me, didn't you? Prize and a half."

Remus snorts. "Cocky," he mutters. Sirius ignores him.

"I just don't understand why they can't come here," he grumbles. "Why does Harry always have to go there, away from us?"

"They do come here," says Remus gently, stepping up a little closer. "And Harry doesn't always leave. But he's growing up, Sirius. He's making his own life exactly like we taught him. You've got to let him do that. You can't keep clinging. You'll only drive him further away if you do."

"I am not clinging," denies Sirius, hands raking the soapy flannel furiously over a spot that just will not be removed. "Just because I want to see him, spend time with him, know how he's doing and feeling and – "

He stops suddenly when soft fingers touch his cheek. Sirius jolts a little, pulling out of his spiral he hadn't even realized he'd been drifting into. He looks up at Remus, hands dropping the plate when one of the other man's settles over his wrist.

"I know," murmurs Remus quietly, firmly. "I know, Sirius. I understand." Sirius feels as though all the air is leaving him, and he droops, turning and letting Remus gather him into his arms, head ducking and resting over his shoulder, face pressing into the curve of his neck.

"I miss him," whispers Sirius into warm skin. "I just…he was always so – so…affectionate. And now he's…not. He's not, Moony. I can barely get him to answer a letter anymore."

Remus runs soothing hands over Sirius' back. He doesn't say anything in return, because what can be said that hasn't been already? So they stand in their warm little kitchen, Sirius remembering Harry with his chair pulled up to the counter, hands in dough as they'd made biscuits, chocolate smeared on his face from cupcake frosting, blowing soap bubbles from small fingers as he'd helped with dishes, always Sirius' task by demand, but he'd never minded sharing with Harry.

The days keep going and Harry pulls further away. Sirius learns to be okay with it, even if inside he never really is. Harry finishes school, gets a job, makes a career and name for himself. He gets married, Ginny a lovely and bold spectacle, so much like Lily that Sirius' heart clenches up a little whenever he's around her. Harry visits on occasion. They do as well. It's never enough.

Harry has a baby, and they go to St Mungo's to meet him. James Sirius. And as Sirius holds him for the first time, he's thrust back into it all, those tiny fingers wrapping around his own, gripping with far more strength than should be reasonable or even logical. Sirius thinks he'll have green eyes like his dad. Hopes.

"Give the baby to Ginny, Sirius," instructs Harry after hours or maybe just minutes. Sirius has lost track of time, staring at the perfect little face, lost in memories. He blinks at his godson.

"What?"

"Hand him over, Black," orders Ginny from her bed, holding her arms out insistently.

Sirius frowns, but does as he's told, though reluctantly. He transfers James over with care, and then turns back to Harry, frowning deeply, not understanding. He'd been bonding. They'd been getting somewhere, to a place Sirius hasn't been in far too long. He stares at Harry, who gazes back at him with an unreadable expression.

Sirius is just opening his mouth to speak, to question why he'd just handed that drop of absolute perfection away for no apparent reason, but before he can form the first word, Harry is moving forward. His arms wrap around Sirius, pulling him in, and it's the first time Sirius can remember an embrace by his godson that hadn't been forced into existence by his own hand.

He stiffens for a moment in surprise, and then he's crumbling, his own arms wrapping Harry up, holding him close, refusing to release ever again. They lock and Sirius feels right, so very right, something dropping and snapping back into place inside himself. There are pinpricks and stings under his eyelids, but he blinks them away, refuses to let the tears fall, not now.

Remus stands at their sides, watching and smiling, his eyes shifting over Harry first and then coming to rest on Sirius. The expression softens drastically, and Sirius feels so much love in that moment he thinks he might burst with it.

"Thank you," whispers Harry into Sirius' hair. He glances over, spies Remus, and then one of his arms is reaching out, looping around the other man, Harry tugging him into their embrace as well. "Thank you so much. For everything. Just everything you've both done."

And Sirius is not crying. He's not. The dampness on his cheeks is from sweat, the hug too warm and something he's no longer used to but better than any other he's ever had before. Because Harry is still theirs and they are his. The proof is in touch, in the softness of his words, in the love that fills Sirius full and never leaves him, not for a second.

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endinsosuddenly · 1 year

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hold me like you never lost your patience

i wrote this during therapy

cw - 'i must not tell lies', sirius asks harry if he did it to himself

Sirius would’ve seen it even if Harry was being subtle. Which he wasn’t. Well, at least not to Sirius. Harry could never muster up enough courage to lie to Sirius and it bled into his behaviors as well. He was staying at Grimmauld Place for Christmas, it was Harry, Sirius, the Weasleys, and whoever from the Order who could make it. Whenever Sirius would look at Harry, the boy's eyes would flicker to his hand and he would suddenly become nervous. As if there was some sort of secret he didn’t want Sirius to know. So, naturally, Sirius became suspicious of his godson's behavior.

Sirius watched and saw Harry scratch and rub at his hand. The boy’s face would scrunch up in pain and he would sometimes wince when he thought no one was watching. He would pick at it, like there was a scab or a wound on his hand. It was obviously bothering him. Sirius knew why Harry wasn’t telling anyone because he wouldn’t either. Sirius knew because he was Harry at one point. He was Harry when he was Grimmauld all those years ago with his parents. Somehow, knowing that was worse than the fact that Harry hadn’t confided in him.

Harry saw Sirius watching and knew eventually, Sirius would ask. So, he prepared himself for that inevitable, painful conversation he wasn’t prepared to have. He knew Sirius knew. He knew the conversation would make him uncomfortable and whenever he thought about it his stomach would turn into knots, his throat would tighten, and his heart would race. He was nervous, anxious, on edge.

Sirius had to wait for the right moment. He knew that if he came on too fast, or too strong, Harry would shut down completely. If he came on too soft, that gave Harry the opportunity to ignore the situation all together.

He often had a hard time wavering on that line, the line between being too lax or being too serious . Sirius knew that in order for Harry to really open up to him he had to figure out what method of parenting was perfect for his kid. He approached this situation with caution and he knew that he had to do this right. Sirius couldn’t - this wasn’t something he could fuck up. This was crucial and extremely important to him because Harry was. Harry was crucial and extremely important to him.

So, Sirius waited until after Christmas. He wanted to give Harry a couple of weeks to enjoy his Christmas in peace until the uncomfortable conversation came.

Fast forward maybe a week after Christmas, they were still on break but the days were coming fast when they would have to once again board the Hogwarts Express and go back to school. It was after dinner when Harry made his way up to his room to go to bed, the boy’s nerves had relaxed a little, thinking that maybe if Sirius hadn’t talked to him yet he wouldn’t at all.

Harry made his way upstairs to his room, (which Sirius had carefully decorated for him. Grimmauld was Harry’s home, Dumbldore’s orders be damned. Harry wasn’t going to share in his own home. ) Sirius followed, albeit a little after, he needed some FireWhiskey to calm his own nerves. Only a little, though, just for courage.

Sirius stood in front of Harry’s door, he stood for maybe a minute. Contemplating what he was going to say, what he was going to do if his kid reacted negatively, what tone would he use, what was he going to do if Harry started crying, all these thoughts rushed throughout Sirius’ head, until finally, he put his foot down and forced his thoughts to calm down. And carefully, ever so carefully, he knocked on Harry’s door.

“Come in,” Harry said from inside the room, voice slightly shaking. Sirius never really came in and talked to Harry in his room, unless it was about something important. Of course, he said I love you, and Goodnight but that didn’t require him coming in and really getting comfortable / sitting down in Harry’s room.

Sirius opened the door and stepped inside, seeing Harry sitting on his bed, “Getting ready for bed?” He walked over to the boy’s bed and sat down next to him. “Yeah, just y’know.. Putting my pajamas on and stuff, just doing some homework.. Y’know..”

Harry had never dealt with something like this. He’d never had anyone care enough about him to really sit him down and ask what was wrong. Of course, the Weasleys had tried but this was different. This was Sirius asking him. He would always see Molly and Arthur as people he could go too but Sirius was the real deal. He didn’t have to share Sirius. Molly and Arthur would always have other children to take care of, Harry needed someone to look out for him, to know when he was hurting or when he was hiding something and that was Sirius. The man had broken out of Azkaban for him. This was different, and Harry didn’t want Sirius to leave once he found out how broken Harry really was.

Sirius softened, he could tell just how nervous Harry was. He knew he needed to tread very lightly. “Have you been.. Working on homework? I know Snape likes to give ghastly essays, especially over breaks.” He smiles and chuckles to lighten the tense atmosphere and it works, Harry chuckles, “Yeah.. uh,” He swallows,” I’ve been working on that essay and reading up on some things for other classes.” Sirius nods, “Kinda unfair for them to give homework over the break.” Harry smiles, “Yeah, It’s stupid.” Then, silence.

They both sit there for a minute. Waiting for the other. Though, Sirius knows if he doesn't talk Harry won’t.

“I don’t know what’s got you so anxious or what’s got you picking at your hand, but.. You know you can talk to me, right? You could never say or do anything that would stop me from loving you. Do you know that?” Sirius turned his body to the boy, looking for his reaction.

“Yeah..” A weak voice spoke, cracking halfway through the word. Because no, Harry didn’t know that. And to hear Sirius say that so freely, for Sirius to love him so unashamed was too much for him to handle. Harry had walls, and to everybody else they were sturdy and unbreakable but when Sirius tried to get through they would meld and fall down like they were made of hay rather than bricks and stone. Harry takes a shuddering breath, and wills his body to relax. It doesn’t work.

Sirius hesitates for a moment, if Harry was already this affected by a simple statement, how were they both supposed to get through this without serious emotional damage? Sirius puts his hand on Harry’s back, slowly rubbing up and down in an attempt to comfort him. It does work as Harry feels his body relax but not his head.

“Harry.. Could I maybe.. Take a look at your hand?” He asks, softly and lightly, preparing for Harry to lash out or get angry with him for even asking. That seemed to be Harry’s default mode these days and he had good reason to be angry.

This breaks Harry out of his silence, “No!” Harry says this as almost he was betrayed Sirius even asked. He leans away from Sirius, opting to instead sit across the room, at his desk chair. Putting distance between him and his godfather. He didn’t want to be within arms reach of him. Harry learned young not to be within arms reach. Being too close to Sirius would have him break down, and he needed to keep these walls up. He wouldn’t let Sirius see how low he really is. Sirius reaches his hand out when Harry gets up and puts it down onto his lap when the boy sits at his desk. Facing Sirius but arms crossed in a defensive position.

Sirius looks at his godson for a minute, his eyes dart down as he chooses his next words carefully. “If something is.. Bothering you.. I need to know, Harry.”

“Nothing’s bothering me.”

“Then why do you keep scratching at your hand?”

“I don’t use hand lotion.”

Sirius deadpans, “Harry.”

“What? It’s true. I have terrible skin.”

“If something is hurting you, I want to know.”

“It doesn't hurt.”

“So there is something then?”

Harry pauses, “No. There’s nothing.”

“Harry.”

“Sirius.”

“Is it a cut?”

“Stop.”

“Did you accidentally hurt yourself on something in the house?”

“It’s nothing, please drop it.”

“Did you do it to yourself?”

“No! God- Sirius- could you please just drop it?”

Sirius runs his hands through his hair, “You know I can’t do that Harry.” Harry doesn’t know, actually, “No. I don’t know that. I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of nothing. It’s just a little scrape.”

Sirius is starting to get closer and he knows it, “If it’s just a little cut, let me see it.” Harry makes a frustrated noise and shakes his head.

He can tell being assertive isn’t really getting him anywhere, so Sirius takes the softer approach. “Harry… You do know that I care about you? I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life. I care about you. I care about your injuries, even if they're simple paper cuts. I will still care about them just like I would care about a broken bone or a stab wound. I understand that.. Not a lot of people have.. Made you feel as though you’re important to them, but that’s why i'm here. I’m here to show you that you matter. That even when you’re not being the Chosen you’re important. Even when you’re not being heroic, you still matter to me. I could care less about you defeating Voldemort. Even if you don’t, I will still be so proud of you. I love you, would you please show me what’s wrong?”

What follows after is silence. Sirius looks at Harry with a soft look and Harry’s face is turned towards the ground by the end of Sirius’ speech. Several minutes of silence. Heavy, heavy silence. The kind of quiet that makes your heartbeat sound like a drum.

“I can’t,” Harry’s voice is hiccuping and shaky, “You won’t want me afterwards.” His voice cracks and breaks, and Sirius can make out tears hitting the floor and his heart breaks in two. “You won’t love me once you figure out how .. how messed up I am.” Harry leans forward and puts his head in his hands, small sobs wracking his body.

“Oh, Harry..” Sirius stands and walks over to the boy, wrapping his arms tightly around him. He stands the boy up and walks them over to the bed, sitting them both back down. His arms still tightly wrapped around Harry, unwilling to let go, yet willing to stay for the rest of eternity. He rocks him back and forth, rubbing his back up and down, Sirius’ chin on the sobbing boy’s head. He can feel his own tears start to form, threatening to spill. “There is nothing. Nothing. That could ever make me stop loving you, Harry.” His own voice cracks slightly, “Nothing in this world could ever stop me from loving you as my own, and there is certainly nothing that you could ever do to make me not want you anymore. I’ll always want you right here, with me. I’ll always want you around Harry, through heaven or hell.”

Harry’s body jerks with more sobs, Sirius’ words both breaking down his walls and building them back up. He’s never felt wanted by anybody. Yet, here Sirius is. Telling Harry everything he should’ve known since he was a baby. Telling Harry he’s worth something, even when he’s not Harry Potter. He’s worth it. Harry is worth it. The little boy under the cupboard is worth it. The Freak from Number 4 Privet Drive is worth something.

He cries and cries, he lets out all the sobs he tucked away. He lets out his tears like a tsunami and Sirius’ shirt is soaking by the time he’s done. Harry relaxes into Sirius’ arms. He relaxes like a child would relax into their father’s arms. Harry feels tired. But even after that, Sirius didn’t leave. Didn’t push him off with disgust the moment his tears started soaking his shirt.

He pulls away from Sirius, already missing the warmth he felt and looks down for a minute. And slowly, he holds his hand up, showing Sirius the words carved into it.

Sirius’ body feels like a livewire, seeing I Must Not Tell Lies carved into his kid’s hand. It feels like someone shot him with a Crucio. It’s torture and his face crumbles. Sirius holds his hand, gently, and thumbs over the words. He inhales, shaky and deep. “Harry..”

Harry looks at Sirius and is shocked to see him react strongly, but it drives home that message. The message that Sirius actually cares about him. “Umbridge gave me detention. She think i’m lying about Cedric, everybody does.” He explains, sniffling.

Sirius inhales deeply, he knows he has to get a hold of himself, for Harry. “Let me.. Let me go get the medic thing we have downstairs. Wait- Accio, First Aid!” Sirius takes out and holds out his wand, and puts out his other hand just in time for the kit to smack into his hand.

He puts it on the bed beside them, opening it and taking out bandages. Then taking out a slightly purple tinted glass bottle, “What's that?” Harry asks, slightly nervous. “It’s Murlap Essence, it’ll help. Trust me.” Sirius looks tense for a moment before taking out a small towel and dabbing a few drops of the liquid on it. He caps the liquid back up then dabs the wet towel on Harry’s hand.

It's silent while this happens. Harry lays his head against Sirius’ shoulder and his breathing starts to slow. The crying from earlier making him tired and dazed. His eyes start to droop and Sirius starts to make circles on his back, gently scratching his scalp once he's done with his hand. Harry’s eyes close and for once he doesn’t have a nightmare. All there is is Sirius. Sirius and his ability to make Harry feel important. Sirius and his comforting words. His comforting touches. Sirius and his love. Sirius and his love for Harry.

#sirius black #sirius and harry #sirius and harry saturday #padfoot #harry potter #oneshot #i hate the dursleys!!!#godfather sirius black

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up-to-some-good · 2 years

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A/N: I refuse to acknowledge that Sirius Black died. Happy Sirius (and Remus) and Harry Saturday, everyone! And Happy Fathers' Day x

16 June 1996

The cottage was quiet when he woke up with a start.

In the years after 1981, Remus had grown used the quiet, sinking into his solitude to avoid the grief that came with Halloween; but since Harry and Sirius had moved in in summer 1994, the house had never known silence unless all of its occupants were asleep, especially during summer.

He looked over at the clock for the time. It was 6am, far earlier than any of them would usually be awake, giving an explanation for the silence, but not for his waking up. Next to him, Sirius was still snoring, his hand inches away from Remus's waist, where it had been resting almost all night. Remus smiled gently at his husband, kissing his forehead before settling back down in his arms for more sleep.

A small crashing sound echoed in from downstairs, startling Remus awake again. This time, Sirius groaned, burying his face in Remus's neck and grumbling something unintelligible.

Another crash sounded and, finally, both men dragged themselves out of bed, grabbing their wands on the way to the door. Sirius was muttering under his breath as he walked to the kitchen, where the sound seemed to be coming from. They stormed into the kitchen, wands ready, before stopping abruptly.

There was no intruder, no death eater intent on killing their godson, just the godson in question trying to cook pancakes as quietly as possible in the early hour of the morning.

"Harry?" Sirius said gently.

The fifteen-year-old started, whirling around to face the men in the doorway.

"You know you don't have to make breakfast, right?" Sirius continued. "Especially not this early, kid. You're just as entitled to a lie in as anyone else."

Every so often, Remus or Sirius would find themselves reminding Harry that their expectations and rules were not the same as the Dursleys', that he didn't have to clean and cook and earn his place with them. Usually, Harry would close his eyes for a moment and take a deep breath, as if trying to breathe in their words to memorise them.

This morning, he blushed bright red, staring down at the pan in front of him to avoid eye contact.

"I know," he eventually answered, almost whispering. "I just wanted to do something nice for you two. I don't have any gifts, but I thought you'd appreciate breakfast in bed."

"That's incredibly thoughtful, Harry," Remus said. "Any particular occasion for all this?"

If possible, Harry blushed even brighter before picking something up off the counter behind him and handing it to Sirius.

"I, uh." He cleared his throat and looked up at his guardians. "Happy Fathers' Day."

Sirius teared up as he read the card in his hand, a hand drawn picture of their cottage in Wales on the front. He handed it to Remus to read before pulling Harry into a tight hug.

Dear Sirius and Remus

Happy fathers' day! I've never had anyone to celebrate it with, or any reason to want to, but I want to thank you for everything you've done for me.

I love you both so much, and I'm so glad I finally have a family to call my own.

Harry

#remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #harry potter #wolfstar fluff #wolfstar raising harry #godfather sirius black #sirius and harry saturday

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greyeyedmonster-18 · 2 years

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Soccer dad (or Quidditch dad) Sirius taking Harry to practice. Or to a game. And Remus sitting in the stands drinking wine out of a thermos and gossiping with all the mums. Or would Sirius be the gossiper? Anyway, here is a prompt for you to run with :)

oh hello, thank you for this, you perfect human. <3

"So, her mother told her cousin, who told her brother who lives out in Wales, who had already heard the story from somebody else's husband, who was there when Clara got fired. No one knows why or how, but I don't exactly think it was on good terms if you know what I mean...."

Sirius had to conceal a smirk behind his hands as he listened to his husband talking with the other Mums there for pee-wee football game day. He knew damn well Remus didn't know a single person named Clara, and hadn't heard a damn thing through a consulted grapevine.

"Oh, I just knew she was up to something. She has one of those faces, you know?"

"And that haircut--"

"Who's going to tell her those bangs were last season?" Remus commented again, causing Sirius to look over in his direction. Sun shining down on the top of his brown curls, innocently sipping out of a thermos that Sirius knew was filled with white wine. Remus gave him a small, cheeky smile out of the corner of his mouth, and Sirius rolled his eyes. Remus, in his denim shorts that had a patch on the arse and a stain on the left pocket and the oversized t-shirt and flannel combination, also knew nothing about hairstyle seasons. The other Mum's hadn't caught on, agreeing with him with gusto while the game continued.

It was the perfect activity. Harry, who hit five and suddenly never wanted to sit still again, had taken to football. A sport that allowed him space to run across a field for hours on end. Remus had done the research, figuring out the logistics of muggle-leagues through Harry's school (because Sirius was still confused at best and positively dreadful at worst at navigating muggle spaces) and signing him up. Every Saturday, without fail, the three of them would find themselves on a field, watching Harry run, glasses strapped to his head, laughter heard from the sidelines. Remus would have his thermos, quickly making friends with the other parents through conversation and lies. While Sirius--

"GOAL!" he shouted. His attention turned back to the field just in time to see Harry kick the ball into the net, skating past the other kid who ended up face down on the grass. The whistle blew, Sirius bending low to the ground as Harry ran in his direction, not stopping until he collided with Sirius.

"Did you see, did you see? I kicked hard!" Harry told him excitedly, making a sound effect as he reenacted how hard he kicked the ball.

"You kicked it so hard and so good, babe," Sirius grinned, reaching forward to tickle Harry on the side, his godson laughing and grabbing Sirius's hand to hold.

"I'm a winner! I win!"

"Always, even when you don't kick. Yeah? You could just sit there, if you wanted and you would still be a winner to me."

"Yeah, but kicking helps."

Sirius laughed, "It sure does. How about some water before you go back out there?" Sirius looked over at Remus, who was responsible for guarding the bag with snacks and drinks in it with his life, his husband quickly pulling out a blue water bottle with stickers on it to put in his hand.

"You're doing great, Harry," Remus told him with a smile that Harry met ten-fold before drinking enthusiastically out of his water bottle, half of it spilling down his chin. Sirius chuckled again, wiping the water off Harry's face with his thumb.

"And we get ice cream?"

"Ice cream dinner," Sirius told him seriously, and Harry's eyes lit up.

"Yes!" Harry pumped his fist in the air and gave his water back to Sirius unceremoniously, eager to get back to the field, "Sirius! Watch me! Watch!"

"I'm watching, kid," Sirius stood up, making good on his promise to watch as Harry ran out to the field to join the rest of his tiny teammates, giving them high fives as he did so. Remus's hand snuck around his body from where he was sitting next to him in a camping chair, hand resting low on Sirius's hip, patting it lightly.

"Tiny James, hm?"

"Yeah," Sirius nodded.

"His laugh is yours, I think."

"You're drunk." Sirius whispered, looking towards Remus.

"I am having a great time, there's a difference."

"Go back to telling your lies," Sirius teased, tilting Remus's face upward to kiss him quickly.

"That he has your laugh or that Clara got fired?"

"Clara."

#sirius and harry saturday #asks #greg answers #sirius black #harry potter #remus lupin #braintwin tag #also apologies to clara who is a reoccuring OC of mine who is causing constant scandal #she is the talk of the town in the worst ways

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impishtubist · 2 years

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a morning at st. mungo’s

[Another Wolfstar-raises-Harry-and-Teddy fic. Could fit with my other fics or could be a different universe altogether - you decide!]

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Sirius rapped his knuckles lightly on the exam room door, then pushed it open and stuck his head in the room.

“I heard a rumor that my favorite patient was here,” he said, giving Teddy a bright smile.

Teddy’s tears started anew the moment he saw Sirius. He rubbed an eye with one hand and whimpered, “Daddy, it hurts.”

“Sorry to pull you away from your rounds,” Remus said. Teddy was in his lap, his stuffed owl wedged between Remus and the arm of the chair. “He won’t let anyone else touch him. We’ve had three different Healers try.”

“Teddy bit Healer Thomas,” Harry piped up from the other chair.

“She hurted me,” Teddy muttered.

“She didn’t mean to, love.” Sirius crouched in front of him. “Did you take the potion she brought you?”

Teddy shook his head, and Remus handed a vial of bright-green liquid to Sirius. Sirius unscrewed the cap, and Teddy opened his mouth obediently.

“And this is why your colleagues called you,” Remus said, amused, as Teddy drank the whole pain potion without complaint.

“Well, it’s no fun breaking your arm and then having a bunch of strangers poke and prod you.” Sirius smoothed a hand over Teddy’s curls, which had reverted to their natural color, an indication of his misery. He pulled his wand out of his pocket and said, “I’m going to cast a spell that will show me your bones, Teddy. Is that okay? It won’t hurt at all, I promise.”

Teddy shrank back against Remus, looking uncertain.

“Scan me first, Padfoot,” Harry said, holding out his arm, and Sirius was immensely grateful for his ten-year-old. He cast the spell, and an image of the bones in Harry’s arm appeared in mid-air. “See, Teddy? Dad won’t hurt you.”

“Okay,” Teddy whispered, and Sirius cast the spell again.

“Well, Edward, you certainly did a number on yourself,” Sirius said, eyeing the image. “Two breaks, but they’re both clean. They’ll be very easy to heal. I’m going to cast another spell, and your arm is going to feel very warm for a few minutes, but it won’t hurt. Is that okay?”

Teddy nodded and clutched Remus’s fingers with his other hand. Sirius cast the healing spell, and Teddy’s arm started to glow. He whimpered, but there were no tears, and Remus murmured comforting words in his ear. Finally, the glow dissipated, and Sirius gently flexed Teddy’s arm, searching his face for any hint of pain.

“All fixed!” he declared, and Teddy gave him a watery smile. “That was excellent, Teddy. You were very brave.”

Teddy held out his arms, and Sirius picked him up.

“We’ve had a bit of a rough morning, haven’t we?” Sirius said, rubbing soothing circles into Teddy’s back. His toddler nodded against his shoulder. “Anybody want to fill me in on what happened?”

Remus sighed and stood. “Someone tripped on the rug in the hallway upstairs while running to the bathroom this morning, and landed wrong on his arm.”

Remus ran his fingers through Teddy’s hair. Sirius sighed and kissed the side of Teddy’s head. “Edward, what are we going to do with you? You’re almost as bad as Nymphadora.”

“M’sorry, Daddy,” Teddy whispered.

“Oh, love, you did nothing wrong. It’s okay. These things happen.” Sirius kissed Teddy again and said, “I think this means you’ve earned ice cream for breakfast.”

Teddy lifted his head from Sirius’s shoulder and gave Remus a hopeful look. “Da?”

“Oh, fine.” Remus held out his arms, and Sirius passed Teddy over. “Yes, ice cream for breakfast. And maybe we can stop by the toy shop afterward.”

“And the Quidditch store?” Harry asked, jumping up from his seat. Sirius chuckled and wrapped Harry in a hug.

“I think that can be arranged. Put whatever you buy on my account.” Sirius dropped a kiss on top of Harry’s head. “Love you. Thanks for being such a good big brother.”

Harry blushed, but he squeezed Sirius tight. “No problem, Dad.”

Teddy wouldn’t let them leave without two more kisses from Sirius and Remus each, and then finally Sirius was able to escort his family to the entrance of St. Mungo’s.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Sirius said, giving his husband a quick peck on the lips. “Try to keep the kids intact until then, yeah?”

Remus rolled his eyes, and strolled off with Teddy and Harry into the bright sunshine.

#imp is writing #wolfstar #raising harry #raising teddy #sirius and harry saturday #good godfather sirius black #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #teddy lupin

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jmagnabo92 · 4 months

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GGSB Fest 2024 Day 1 - Surprising Recipes

@goodgodfathersiriusblack

For Prompt 1 - Cooking Together

When Sirius can't sleep, he likes to cook. This time, he doesn't have to cook alone.

AO3

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One of the things that Sirius dislikes about the Order living in his childhood home is that the cooking is always done by Molly. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate her efforts, especially since his skills are more than a little rusty after so many years in Azkaban, but he kind of misses cooking.

Knowing that he can’t really sleep anyway, he figures that the only time he’d be allowed to cook is when everyone else is asleep. Thus, heading down in the middle of the night, he starts taking out various foods and spices. He’s not really sure what he’d like to make, but he does know that Mrs. Potter always said the best meals were made without a plan or recipe.

He wasn’t always sure that he believed that, but she did make the best meals that Sirius ever tasted (not even Hogwarts could compete), so he tries not to doubt her. He’s sure that it’s the labor of love that she always put into it.

He begins with a pot, the base, and starts chopping up ingredients. He doesn’t get very far before he hears, “Sirius?”

He turns and isn’t surprised to see that it’s Harry. His godson, naturally, is awake because he can’t sleep either. This makes sense given that he’s only a few weeks away from his most traumatic event – getting kidnapped at the end of the tournament and witnessing Voldemort’s return – and nightmares make sense.

“Hey, kid,” Sirius states. “Come on in.”

Harry doesn’t hesitate to move beside him. “What are you doing cooking at one in the morning?”

“Oh, well, I appreciate Molly’s cooking, naturally, but I, er, I miss cooking myself.”

“I didn’t realize you cooked,” Harry says, eyes curious. “Kind of figured that you wouldn’t have been much of a cook. My aunt always said that cooking was not a man’s work…”

He trails off as if there’s more to that than suggesting a stereotype but doesn’t want to tell Sirius what it is.

Sirius hums and lets it go. “Well, your grandmother always insisted that your dad and I know how to take care of ourselves, which included being able to cook for ourselves.”

“My grandmother?” Harry asks, eyes wide.

Sirius is aware that Harry probably doesn’t know much about his family, but it always jars him to hear it from Harry.

He clears his throat. “Yes, your Potter grandmother, Euphemia. She liked to go by Effie, but I always called her mum since my mother –”

“Is a horrible hag?” Harry offers, before looking terrified that maybe he shouldn’t have said that.

Sirius laughs. “Exactly.”

“So, you were close to her, then?”

Sirius nods. “I was really close to her. I love your grandfather, too, Fleamont – we called him Monty. Well, others called him Monty, I called him ‘dad’. Anyway, I spent a lot of time cooking with Effie since the first summer after first year.”

“What was she like?” Harry asks, as he reaches for some of the ingredients to chop up. Clearly, he wanted to help cook with him as they chat.

Sirius hums as he, too, focuses on the gumbo that he’s starting to make. There’re so many things that he could tell Harry about his grandparents that he clearly doesn’t know.

Thus, Sirius just starts talking.

As they begin cooking, he tells him about summers at the Potters, learning how to cook at Effie’s side, and playing games with Monty. He tells him about all of the things that Effie and Monty loved to do and teach him and James. Including the recipes and cooking skills that they’re using right now.

He Interrupts the stories with directions when it comes to the dish their making, Harry follows the directions well and after a few false-starts with questions, starts asking for details of everything.

“One of your grandmother’s favorite things when it comes to cooking is just letting things go with the flow, she always had ideas of ingredients, but never a recipe that she wanted to follow. It made each dish a little bit of a surprise.”

“That’s so… different to what I thought cooking was meant to be,” Harry comments as he stirs the stew they’ve created.

“Oh?” Sirius questions. “How so?”

“Oh, er, my aunt always said that cooking had to be followed to the letter of the recipe, never altered.”

Given what little he knows about the Dursleys, and Petunia, in particular, he’s surprised to learn that Harry would’ve learned cooking from her.

Oh wait.

It’s a woman’s work – not a man’s work.

That’s what she had taught him. Just another way to make him feel inferior. Merlin, he hates the Dursleys.

He coughs. He doesn’t want to ruin the comfort that they all have had tonight by getting intense about the Dursleys. “Well, I like your grandmother’s methods better.”

“Me too,” Harry says, grinning. “Especially since it was a lot smoother, just throwing things in as we like instead of watching the clock and being extremely precise with the ingredients. Plus, it still smells good.”

Sirius grins. “Of course it does because we made it with love.”

Harry laughs. “Made it with love?”

“It’s what your grandmother used to say,” Sirius offers.

“She sounds really lovely.”

“She was,” Sirius says, smiling softly. “It feels so unfair that you never got to meet her or Monty. They would’ve adored you.”

“Yeah?” Harry asks. “You think?”

“Oh, of course,” Sirius as he turns the pot off and dishes out the stew that they created. “They tried for many years to get James – he was a miracle to them – and James always teased about having a quidditch team of kids to give his parents a chance to dote on all of the grandchildren they’d have.”

“Dad wanted to be like the Weasleys?” Harry questions, eyes bright as they sit at the table to eat the stew. “Ever since I met them, I wondered what it might’ve been like to be a part of such a big family. To have brothers to look out for me and tease me… I’ve wanted it more than anything.”

“Aw, kid, I’m sorry that those dreams didn’t pan out – yours, theirs or your dad’s – but it is nice that at least you have been welcomed into the Weasley family,” Sirius states. “They may drive me a little crazy at times, but I do appreciate that they care about you.”

Harry hums as he takes the first bite of stew and lets out a pleased sound. “They’ve been great, honestly, but they’re not – not the same as mum and dad.”

Sirius smiles, softly at him. “No, I mean, they can’t be. It’s never going to be the same, even as your godfather, I could never replace your dad. I wouldn’t want to, but saying that, I hope that you know that I love you as my kid, you’re my godson, you mean the world to me and I haven’t done the best job, but I –”

“You’ve done great!” Harry insists, eyes wet. “You literally wrote to me every day and – and you lived in a cave and ate rats… everything at the Dursleys has been better since your first letter that I used to threaten them – without you, they might’ve locked me up again…”

“They might’ve done what now?” Sirius asks, dropping his spoon in his bowl. “When – when did they –”

“It’s not important because they aren’t going to do it now,” Harry states, quickly, looking down at his bowl. “You know that they haven’t been great – you were there, checking on me the night I ran away…”

Sirius opens his mouth to argue that it absolutely does matter, but Harry’s looking up at him, eyes wide and worried, and Sirius knows that getting angry isn’t the answer. He takes a deep breath.

“I love you, kid, you deserve better than that, but … I’ll let it go because, right now, you’re here with me and they can’t touch you.”

“Thank you,” Harry mutters, softly.

“But I want you to tell me if they ever even consider doing such a thing again. I don’t care about using magic outside of school or not – I will teach you a new instant method to talk and I will be there fending off the ministry if I have to, alright? You should never be locked up by your so-called family.”

Harry nods, solemnly and it’s quiet for a minute.

Sirius realizes that things got too intense, and he needs to dial it back. “So, what do you think of our efforts?”

Harry looks up and smiles. “It’s brilliant. Best stew ever – you should make it for everyone one night.”

“You mean, we, don’t you?” Sirius questions. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Harry flushes. “I just did what you told me to do.”

“Nah, you added your own spin to it, too. Cooking is an art and you helped me create a work of art.”

He can tell that Harry’s quite pleased. “Alright, then. How about we make it again tomorrow night for everyone?”

Sirius grins, “Sounds like plan, kid.”

“Brilliant!”

“It sure is.”

#Good Godfather Sirius Black Fest 2024 #sirius black #harry james potter #sirius and harry #sirius and harry saturday #good godfather sirius black

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padfootastic · 2 years

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my pitiful sirius & harry contribution for the day.

some nebulous universe where harry lives with sirius. they’re getting used to each other, not pushing boundaries too much, all that fun stuff. it’s all quite…normal.

until harry gets sick. he’s miserable—wrapped in blankets with a raging fever and a dual sniffly/blocked nose situation and a bad case of The Shivers. he’s also hyper-independent and refuses to call attention to himself or ask for help bc that’s what he’s used to with the dursleys. the most he’d get for his troubles was a dirty rag and half a tylenol so he could get back to his chores. certainly no pampering or days off or TLC.

enter sirius black, who until this very moment would’ve sworn on all things holy that he didn’t have one maternal bone in his body. he was a bit too indifferent and he knows it. but he takes one look at his red nosed, pathetically hunched over godson and it’s like the ghost of james potter takes control of him from beyond the afterlife because suddenly he’s whipping up homemade chicken noodle soup (with mrs. p’s special spice blend), herbal tea, and tucking harry into his bed with far more blankets than necessary because what if 23 wasn’t enough?!

remus drops by for a visit because he hasn’t heard from either of them in a couple days and he’s just the teeny tiniest bit worried and he opens the door to the house in a fucking State. like, pillows are strewn haphazardly, there’s a couple cobwebs in the corner, and dishes are piled up in the sink. it’s the absolute opposite of how sirius black operates and for a minute, he thinks he’s either entered some other poor sod’s house or sirius had been confunded. there was no other explanation.

thats what he thinks, right up until he walks into harry’s room, wand clenched tightly in hand in case there is something wrong, and gets the answer.

harry is sleeping in the bed, only the top of his face & nose visible amongst the mound of blankets and pillows, light snores escaping his half-open mouth. there’s a little wastebasket of used tissues on the side table along with a number of half-empty vials. on his other side, sirius is sitting on a chair in a position that’s terrible for his back & will definitely kick him in the ass come morning, half sprawled over the covers. he has one hand resting on harry’s head, fingers absently moving in rhythmic patterns, and the other bent under his head as a makeshift pillow. upon closer inspection, his hair is greasy & there’s dark bruises under his eyes & remus is, quite frankly, amazed at the state he’s in. if only the fangirls & boys of hogwarts could see him now. what a babe.

he thinks about waking him up, but thinks it would be a monumentally stupid idea. this is probably the only time either of them r getting sleep in the past few days. so he carefully loosens some of the covers wrapped around harry so he doesn’t suffocate, minutely adjusts sirius so he doesn’t wake up w a thrown out back, and vanishes the germ-ridden tissues. finally, he cleans up the house a little so sirius can focus on his godson and only his godson.

‘don’t say i’ve never done anything for you’ he writes on a piece of paper and sticks it to sirius’ forehead before leaving.

#sirius black #harry potter #remus lupin #good godfather sirius black #sirius and harry saturday #okay so. this was supposed to be 2 paragraphs. but my chronic inability to shut up has mad another strike #and now we have this.#i just think. the first time sirius would have to deal with a sick harry would be exhausting & hilarious #he’d suddenly be doing the absolute most bc ‘omg how do u keep a child alive to see adulthood???’#a hairsbreadth away from floo’ing molly weasley but he stops himself out of sheer pride #‘i will take care of my godson without resorting to such measures’#(james’ possession helps too ngl)#sirius suddenly discovering he’s capable of not just emotions but intense ones too is hilarious #and remus is here for that wonderful wonderful outsider pov again #pen’s notes

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theresthesnitch · 2 years

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It’s Sirius and Harry Saturday again, and I don’t have anything real to offer. Instead, how about a snippet of something that’s a couple of weeks away if I can get my shit together by then…

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“Oh.” Harry looked down and away, like he was unsure of what he was supposed to do now. “Oh—kay.”

“Why don’t you go unpack your room a bit? We can figure out dinner later.” Sirius looked at Remus, who nodded encouragingly. “Maybe we can order food in.”

Harry nodded, and turned up the stairs. Sirius watched him go and didn’t look away until he heard the bedroom door closed. Sirius turned to Remus. “What just happened?”

Remus shrugged. “I didn’t understand teenagers when I was a teenager.”

“Do you think I should go make him talk to me?”

Remus laughed. “That sounds like something James would do. I’d probably wait for him to come to me, or let it fester until we explode.”

Sirius let out a long breath. “I should take the James approach.”

“Or find the Sirius approach.” Remus shrugged and walked away. “You were always better when you didn’t try to follow someone else’s rules.”

#snitches get snippets #wolfstar raising Harry #after POA #wolfstar #snippet #it’s their first day together #they’re still figuring it out #sirius and harry saturday #all the same

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zazima · 2 years

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“was it worth it?”

Sirius pauses his meticulously slicing of vegetables for tonight’s dinner and looks up to see Harry leaning against the kitchen doorway, his face pinched and hard to read.

“Was what worth it?” Sirius returns to the onion on the cutting board. “Remus challenging me to eat five peppers in a row last night? Can’t say for sure. I appreciate the ten Galleons but my heartburn is through the roof today.”

Harry scowls. “No. You know what I mean.”

Sirius sighs and sets down the knife, turning to fully face Harry. “Of course it was worth it, Harry. You know that. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

Harry breaks their eye contact, his gaze dropping to the floor. “But you lost your magic. You can’t even use it to chop vegetables.”

Sirius grins. “You know I prefer cooking the Muggle way. That’s why my food tastes better than Molly’s.”

Harry doesn’t crack a smile at the quip. “But you can’t even see Diagon Alley anymore.”

Sirius scoffs. “I hardly doubt I’ll miss it. Always too many people and surely there’d be too much gawking if I went now. Besides, there isn’t a single thing you can’t order via post these days. I even heard Florean is expanding a delivery service; he’s perfected a charm that’ll keep the ice cream frozen and non-icy. So everything I’ll ever possibly need is only an owl’s trip away.”

When Harry speaks, his voice is quiet. “But you won’t even be able to see Hogwarts.”

Sirius stills. Ah, yes, he thinks. The one aspect that would cut Harry to the core. He strides over to Harry and gently tilts his chin up. Harry’s eyes are shiny, and his expression is entirely too morose for Sirius to do no nothing.

“I know Hogwarts is special to you,” Sirius says softly. “I know it was your first real home. It was to me too.” The admission causes Harry’s face to screw up and Sirius rushes with his next words. “But it’ll never compare to having a home here with you. Ever. And as long as I can see you and be with you, I’ll be happy. And as for being worth it, I’d come back a million times as long as it meant coming back to raise you. I don’t give a shit if I lost all my limbs, let alone my magic. Muggles have been doing just fine without Summoning charms and Scourgify and so have I so far. As long as this side of the veil has you, I don’t care what state I’m in. Alright?”

Harry nods, his eyes looking fractionally less shiny. “I’m sorry.”

Sirius gives Harry’s chin the barest of shakes. “What have you got to be sorry for? The spell wouldn’t have worked if I hadn’t truly wanted to come back. And I did. The second I fell through, all I wanted was to come back and make sure you were okay.” Sirius releases his grip and wraps an arm around Harry’s shoulders. “Now come help me prep dinner. Just because it’s the Muggle way doesn’t mean it should have to be slow as shit with me doing all the work on my own.”

#a short one!#every day is sirius and harry day #but today is #sirius and harry saturday #harry potter #sirius and harry #harry and sirius #raising harry #dadfoot #bring black back #good godfather sirius black #godfather sirius black #fic #harry potter fic #hi i write sometimes #also this hasn't been proofread apologies if it's unreadable

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goldcrown20 · 2 years

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Written for Sirius and Harry Saturday hosted by @jmagnabo92. Remus is in this but mostly Sirius and Harry centric. Tw for some low self esteem thoughts by Harry

“You’re forfeiting, that’s final,” said Sirius tersely, as they walked down the Hogwarts hall to the stairs leading up to the Astronomy Tower.

Harry didn’t say anything. He seemed to be lost in thought even as he raced to keep up with Sirius’s long strides.

Upon reaching the Astronomy staircase, Harry moved to start making his way up the stairs. Sirius put a hand gently on his shoulder and led him to a side wall. He tapped the wall in a strange pattern, and led Harry into a small room that magically appeared.

As the door closed behind them, Harry felt the strange sensation of moving upwards.

“Is this an elevator?” he asked looking around.

“Prongs, Moony, and I managed to finish enchanting it by seventh year,” replied Sirius shortly.

Harry looked over at his godfather to find his face stony. He fell quiet, feeling guilty. Once again, he proved to be nothing but a nuisance in Sirius’s life, he thought sadly.

After the elevator stopped and Sirius led him into his Astronomy office, Harry tried to prepare himself for the worst. He knew Sirius was angry. Probably because he had just managed to prove his innocence to the public, and now his godson would once again ruin his reputation by allegedly cheating his way into the Triwizard Tournament. Harry resolved himself to do whatever it took to win, to make Sirius proud of him again.

“Moony,” Sirius called tersely as he poured a bunch of Floo powder into his fireplace. “Remus should be here soon,” he told Harry.

Harry bit his lip, and nodded as he sat down on a cozy looking couch. Sirius’s gaze softened looking at his godson. He moved closer to Harry and put his hands on his shoulders.

“You must be frightened, Prongslet,” he said gently.

Harry shrugged. He didn’t really feel anything. Or maybe a small part of him did feel scared. But a larger part of him was more quietly resolved to the fact that his life would always be in danger, that he would always need to fight.

He should’ve known something like this would happen. He had just had the best summer of his life. Of course the universe couldn’t let him be happy for too long. The Floo flared green to reveal Remus, who stepped into the office looking grave. He sat down next to Harry and placed an arm around his shoulders in silent comfort.

What are you thinking, baby?” Sirius asked, breaking the silence. “You can talk to me you know.”

“I know.”

Sirius gave him a slight smile. “Sometimes, it doesn’t-,” he paused trying to find the right words. “Sometimes, I think you say things for mine or Moony’s benefit, rather than what you actually feel.”

Harry blanched, shocked that Sirius had figured him out. Looking away from Sirius’s grey eyes, he stared at a particularly shaggy area of the rug.

“Who cares what I think?” He replied honestly. “I have to compete anyway. I don’t have a choice.”

Sirius’s eyes widened. He wrapped Harry up into a hug. With Remus’s arm around his shoulders, and squished into his godfather’s soft robe, surrounded by their scents, Harry felt his throat clog up.

“You always have a choice, Harry,” Sirius said from above Harry’s head. “I know this may seem like a surprise, but I’m rather familiar with magical law. I’m quite sure you can forfeit each task at no risk to you.”

“But everyone will think I’m a coward,” Harry whispered.

“Fuck them,” replied Sirius. “If they were entered into a life threatening competition against their will, they’d be singing a different tune.”

“Don’t you want me to win?” asked Harry bitterly. “You and Dad would’ve signed up for this if it happened when you were at Hogwarts.”

Sirius and Remus exchanged surprised looks.

“Prongslet, James and I were well…leagues less mature than you are right now,” Sirius began.

“In short, they were idiots,” added Remus, with a small smirk.

“If that’s what you’re worried about, I have no doubt that if Jamie were alive, he’d have pulled you out of school by now,” Sirius continued. “Just the cursed broom in your first year would’ve been the final straw for him,” he laughed.

It comforted Harry to know that James would’ve been protective over him. But something else kept nagging at him.

“I want you to be proud of me,” he said softly, feeling more vulnerable than ever. “I don’t want you to be embarrassed when I stand up in front of everyone during the first task and forfeit.”

He felt Remus’s arm tighten around his shoulders. Sirius’s eyes shined.

“Harry, first of all, I’d be more proud that you would bravely advocate for yourself and your rights. Secondly, you make me proud every day,” Sirius said gently.

“Why? I’m not that special. Even with facing Voldemort, I had a lot of help-,”

“It’s not about facing Voldemort,” interrupted Sirius. “Well, that’s also quite impressive and a discussion for another time,” he paused, before moving his hands to cup Harry’s face.

“Harry you’ve been through so much trauma, so many things that never should’ve happened to you. But you’re so kind, so committed to the people you love, and always wanting to do the right thing. Why wouldn’t I be proud of you?” Sirius asked.

“Harry, your accomplishments are wonderful and appreciated. But your character is what matters most,” added Remus quietly.

Overwhelmed, Harry could only nod. Sirius sighed and moved to sit on the other side of his godson.

“It will be alright, my love. Everything will be alright,” the black haired man comforted his godson. And for the first time, Harry started to believe him.

#wolfstar #wolfstar raising harry #sirius and harry saturday #Agatha writes Sirius and Harry #was this inspired by Helen hoangs the heart principle yes #lol realize this didn’t queue properly or I can’t choose dates properly Sirius and Harry Wednesday I guess

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