A/N: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does!
A Late Night Awakening
Harry Potter woke up at 12 Grimmauld Place at nearly four in the morning. He looked beside him and saw his beautiful wife, Ginny, lying there. He decided to go to the restroom and relieve himself, as he walked down the hall he passed the picture of his dead godfather, Sirius Black. It had been five years and he still missed him greatly.
Sirius had been the closest thing to a parent Harry had ever had. Sirius had given everything for Harry, even his own life. Harry was still thankful for that. He was still having problems forgiving himself. The picture looked t him and said hello.
When Harry reached the restroom he was finally able to relieve himself. Harry's thoughts kept going to Sirius. 'I remember when I was younger; I had such a crush on him. It was him that showed me it's okay to be bisexual; something no one else knows was about me. His long black hair, his deep grey eyes, and his dog-like laugh, God I miss him.' He was pulled away from his thoughts to notice his hand around his member and it was hardening.
'He loved me, maybe not the way I loved him, but still. Dumbledore once said I thought of him as a mixture of a father and brother, but he was wrong.' Harry thought as his hand moved up and down his thick hard shaft.
'Sirius was the only one I ever told that I was bisexual. He accepted it, said he was gay and had had the biggest crush on my father. It was then that I wished I was my father.' His hand was moving faster with a more determined pace. With one last pump of his cock he came hard. "Ahh…" was the only sound he made.
After he cleaned up the restroom he made his way back to the bedroom. As he walked past Sirius' picture he whispered, "I still love you!"