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Sirius woke up from a dreamless slumber to a five year old poking his nose. When their eyes met, Harry did not jump. He just tilted his head and looked at him. It was the same look that James would give Sirius when he was upset and would hide it.
“ Hey, Prongsy, how long have you been up? “ Sirius asked, his voice rough with sleep.
“ I woke up before you and got hungry so I poked you, “ answered Harry as he climbed on top of Sirius and poked his nose again.
Does he have a thing for poking now?
Sirius smiled as he gently pushed Harry off of his lap. Harry wasn’t like other kids his age, especially when considering who his parents were and his past. The way he spoke made him seem older, more mature… in a way he was mature. His mother was murdered right before his eyes, he himself was almost murdered. That horrible thing scared him, mentally and physically. Even though he was a baby when it happened, he subconsciously remembers it every night in the form of night terrors. They occur less often now, but when he gets them, he gets the full force.
Sirius slipped on his dark gray slippers, thew on an old Gryffindor Quidditch sweatshirt and redid his bun ( most of it had slipped out of it while he was asleep ). He stopped moving and looked at Harry who was still in bed, with a quick nod of his head Harry was up and running to his room.
The house was quiet, the only sounds that could be heard were the creaking of the floorboards under Sirius’s feet and the light stumbling above him. With a wave of his arm, Sirius had his coffee cup in his hand, a pot brewing and a pan heating up on the stove. Sirius watched as dying leaves floated past the window in the cool October breeze. He closed his eyes, remembering a better time, a happier time.
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Remus and Sirius lay on the ground, the long dying stalks around them seemed to stretch up towards the sky, when the sun would peak out of the clouds; it looked as if they were inhaling with each sun ray and exhaling with each shadow. Remus had his eyes closed and a soft smile on his face. Sirius watched him, he watched how his face was slowly relaxing as sleep began to take over, he watched as Rem’s light brown hair would move gently in the wind. Sirius gently moved the collar of Remi’s sweater to softly brush his neck, pulling him to sleep. His thumb slid from smooth skin to scar back to smooth skin. It bothered neither of them, after all, they had grown up together. Pressing forward slightly, Sirius placed a soft kiss on his lover's forehead, his sparse freckle covered nose and finally to his slightly chapped lips. Remus had told Sirius years ago that during one of his transformations, he had clawed at his chest, accidentally catching his lips as well, resulting in three crescent-shaped scars on his lips. They had extended down his chin for a good amount of time, but they had, for the most part, faded and all that remained were the scars on his lips.
“ It feels like there is a flesh-eating slug on my face with a mop of hair, ” Remus said quietly under Sirius’s lips. It was slightly muffled so it took him a second to understand, but when he did a smile broke out on his face and he moved his head to Rem’s shoulder. Remi’s long sweater covered arms wrapped around Sirius body, his large hand resting on Sirius’s still shaking leather covered shoulders. He pressed a kiss to his lovers inky black head.
Remus herd the tiny fast footsteps before Sirius did. A small warm giggling weight crashed into them. Three-year-old Harry had landed on top of Sirius, who had rolled over and has him straddling his stomach with one foot on Remus.
“ Prongsyyy!! ” Yelled Sirius happily as he tickled the young boy's sides. The sound of giggling filled the air as the sun peaked through the clouds and shone down on them. As the plants around them seemed to breathe and reach up, Harry stuck his little hand in the air and looked up at the sun, stretching towards it. “ Dinner ! “ yelled Molly in the house, and with that came the sound of many pairs of feet coming down the stairs. Sirius stood u and helped Remus on to his feet, while he took Harry’s hand a swung him on top of his shoulders. They walked hand in hand to the house.
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Sirius was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even realize that Harry had come downstairs and was hugging him. Kreacher had come out of whatever hole he was hiding in and had started making breakfast. Even his old wretched self-was in mourning, for he had been close to Regulus as well. His death had made the house elf almost childlike, there were times when Sirius would be on his way to the kitchen late at night to get water that he would pass by Regulus's room and see that the door was open. Kreatcher would be curled up on the what was once the younger Black's bed. With a nod towards the house elf, Sirius placed his coffee cup n the counter and gently unwrapped Harry from his leg, bent down and embraced his godson. After a few moments, they pulled away from each other. “ Now how about we get some breakfast in us and visit the Weasly’s today hm,” Sirius said with a small smile as he smoothed down the boy's unruly hair.