Harry shot straight up from his bed, mouth open in mid-cry, panting harshly, his face a snotty, tear-streaked mess. Blinking furiously smearing the mess on his face with the bottom of his t-shirt, Harry groped the nightstand for his glasses. Placing them on the bridge of his nose, he slowly began to calm down as his vision was brought back to him. Glancing around the room, Harry sighed. As he sat, he slowly started to become aware of the cold sweat that soaked through his shirt and his sheets. Sighing again, he quietly hopped out of bed, stripped himself off his bedclothes and shuffled around the small room in search of clean pajama pants. With his clothes sorted, Harry walked back over to the bed, grabbed his wand off the nightstand and shot a quick Tergeo at his sheets. Placing his wand back down, Harry paused before climbing back into bed. For a few minutes, he just stared the bed down, marveling at the lack of noise in his head.
With a sudden streak of determination, Harry spun around and strode towards the door. Shuffling quickly down the hall, Harry stopped in front of the last door. Unfortunately, the sudden rush that had moved him all the way to this point left him just as quickly as it came, and Harry stared at the daunting door in front of him. Shaking his head, as if to expel his aversions, Harry raised his hand to knock, but in another fit of energy, grasped the handle instead, pushing the door open.
His breath held, Harry peaked his head into the dark room, eyes seeking out the form he hadn't realized he desired to see. A quiet ruffling of sheets drew his attention to the large bed in the far corner of the room. Exhaling his breath, Harry stepped through the doorway, shutting the door behind as quietly as possible – which wasn't actually very quiet considering the age of the door and the house it stood within.
Harry shuffled, slower and more sheepishly than before, towards the bed and the form lying in it. Grabbing a handful of material in one hand, Harry lifted the covers and ungracefully squeezed himself onto the bed. The movements seemed to have been felt by the slumbering figure, as they snuffled a little, humming and rolling over towards Harry.
Harry scooted farther into the bed and under the covers, pressing almost flush up against the form. The figure hummed louder this time.
"-arry?"
"Mm, sorry Sirius, I er, I can leave if this isn't okay with you?" Harry whispered shyly.
Sirius responded by swinging an arm over the boy next to him, pulling Harry closer to himself.
"S'fine. Sleep."
Harry shifted for a bit, trying to get settled next to the man until the man himself pinched his arm, at which point Harry gave up and curled himself in towards Sirius.
In no time at all, both boy and man had drifted off to sleep, and only the occasional snuffle or snore disturbed the peace in the room.
I wrote this instead of updating NYFNG because I'm bad at prioritizing... Hope you enjoyed this though :) x