A/N: Just a quick note, this is NOT slash. The beginning has slash, but it is NOT slash. Read and you'll understand. And because this is an AU, I basically disregard a lot from the 6th and 7th books.

R/R please.

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He smelled of cinnamon.

It was thick and so sweet that the boy almost gagged, but he welcomed it all the same. Harry never knew why Sirius smelled of cinnamon- there were never any sticks of the spice in the house nor did he see any powered stuff.

He didn't care. The smell was there, his godfather was there, hugging him with his thick muscular arms. "Sirius," Harry almost sobbed. "Sirius, I miss you so much…"

"I know," He kissed Harry on top of the head. "I miss you too."

Harry pulled back slightly, unwilling to let go. "I'm so sorry," He choked. "I'm so sorry I got you killed…"

"It's okay. It's alright."

The boy shook his head. "It's not alright. I'll do anything, anything to bring you back…"

Harry did not see Sirius' mouth twitch. "Anything?"

Large hands cupped his face and Harry was forced to look up to the man. Sirius was looking down at him softly, a small smile upon his lips. His thumb stroked Harry's cheek, rubbing away the tears that fell. "Sirius…?"

The ma then suddenly leaned down, capturing Harry's lips into a fierce kiss.

The boy pulled back hastily. "Sirius-! What are you doing?"

Hands cupped the back of his head, bringing him back into another forceful kiss. Harry gave a muted cry and struggled. "No! Stop!"

"C'mon Harry…" Sirius buried his face into the boy's neck, his hands groping around his waist. "You said you would do anything…"

"Not like this!" Hands slipped inside his shirt. "Please, stop!"

Harry blinked.

He immediately sat straight up, bringing his knees to his forehead. His hands shook as he grasped them, thanking whatever god was out there that he didn't make any sounds. He quickly glanced around the boy's dormitory and saw everyone was still asleep.

He wiped his face with the sleeve of his pajamas, feeling as if he could vomit at any moment. Sweat ran down his back, making his body feel rather cold despite the heat in the room. He unconsciously licked his dry lips and shivered, remembering the phantom feeling of his godfather's mouth on his.

He swallowed thickly as unwillingly the dream surfaced brightly and fresh in his mind. He still felt Sirius' hands, his lips, even the smell of cinnamon hung in the air…

"Oh god," The boy murmured. He threw the blankets back and rushed to the boy's lavatory. He barely made it to the toilet in time, heaving the evening's meal. Once he was done, he flushed and leaned against the tile walls.

Sirius.

Harry had to sob as the mere thought of his dead godfather's name brought unnatural shivering. Why was he having such sick dreams for? Sirius would never do such a thing. Never!

"It's just a dream," He muttered. "Nothing but a dream. It wasn't real."

He had to gasp as Sirius' tongue ran across his lips…

He gripped his arms tightly. "Just a dream. Just a dream!"

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