The Beginning
A/N: I do not think that I have to tell you that all the characters in this fic belong to the wonderful and lovely queen J.K. Rowling. This is a little plot bunny that I have been flirting with for a few weeks. I will update when I can but I love getting reviews, they feed my creative fire. I am not one for author's notes at the beginning of every chapter, so if you see one know that it may or may not be important .. This is slow burn slash fic, don't like don't read. Flames will be used to warm my heart.
Sirius Black was at a loss. He was furious, heartbroken, distraught, confused, and afraid. James and Lily, his brain paused as agony ripped through him just thinking about their loss. But he had to think about them, he had to think about Harry. Thinking about the little boy made him look down at the bundle in his arms. He was so furious with Peter that it was only the thought of Harry that had stopped him from finding the devious rat and blowing him to kingdom come. It had taken him moments to find out what happened to the young boy. He had shown up at Godric's Hollow to find James' and Lily's house blown up, and Hagrid emerging from the destruction with a tiny bundle in his hands. Sirius had tried to take Harry then, but Hagrid had been adamant that the boy be given to his Aunt and Uncle per Dumbledore's orders. So Sirius had graciously offered his motorcycle to the young giant and then followed behind at a respectable distance. He watched from behind the stone wall, Disillusioned, as Dumbledore placed Harry on the Dursleys doorstep, chatted with Minerva for a moment and then left. Scoffing in frustration Sirius then walked up to the stoop and scooped up his Godson. Taking a moment to read the letter that Dumbledore left behind, he scoffed again before turning away. There was no way Harry would be raised by these magic hating muggles, not while Sirius still breathed.
Sirius marched up the lane of Privet Drive and paused for a moment to locate his broom before carefully getting on with his precious bundle. For now he would take Harry back to Grimmauld Place, and try to figure out what he was going to do. He had always been the playboy, the prankster, the goofball of the group. He was going to be the fun crazy uncle that got Harry into tons of trouble. He wasn't worried about corrupting the boy because James, well Lily would make sure he grew up on the straight and narrow. But now, Sirius felt his body stiffen as Harry shifted in his arms. He tightened his arm around the boy reflexively, but had to loosen a bit when Harry let out a muffled mew. They were so high up, if he dropped him, Sirius shook his head to clear it of the sudden terror. Now he had to be a dad, responsible, strict but caring, loving and everything his own parents weren't. He had no idea how to do that, but he figured if he treated Harry like the Potter's had treated him then the boy should turn out to be a semi-decent human….he hoped.
When he arrived back at Grimmauld Place he brought Harry up to his bedroom and sat in the middle of the bed with the boy. He gazed at the lightning scar that adorned the boys face now, and sucked in a breath when he saw that Harry was awake and looking at him with his mother's brilliant green eyes.
"Hey buddy," Sirius whispered. He went about releasing Harry from the bundle he had been wrapped in, and Harry stretched out upon being released. He recognized the man above him, and made that clear by climbing to his feet and toddling across the bed to collapse in Sirius' lap. Putting his hands around the boy Sirius hoisted Harry up until they were face to face. Harry smiled a bit and reached out to grab Sirius' nose.
"Puppy," Harry murmured as he grasped Sirius' nose. The gentle action and much loved nickname cause Sirius to sniffle, which caused Harry to giggle a bit. After a moment Harry let go and began to look around. He seemed confused, and Sirius' stomach dropped as he realized what must be coming.
"Momma?" Harry asked turning back to his favorite puppy man. He watched as the puppy man's face crumpled up and big tears rolled down his face.
"Sorry buddy, momma isn't here anymore," Sirius whispered through his tears. He watched Harry grow confused and point toward the door.
"Momma." Harry demanded.
"No Harry, No Momma...no Daddy," Sirius said softly. He had thought throughout the entire ride to Grimmauld about what he was going to say when Harry asked for his parents, and had decided that he would not hide it. They would deal with their grief together. As he expected Harry's face scrunched up and he started to cry, little fists pounding on Sirius' chest in time to the pounding of his heart. He scooped up Harry and held him close, making calming noises with no words. The little boy cried himself to sleep, and still Sirius held him. When he finally set him down on the bed he remembered that Lily said that Harry slept on his front. And if he built a fort around the little boy with pillows, so that he didn't roll off the bed, well there was no one there to criticize him. There was also no one there to watch Harry while he took as shower, and so Sirius put up a monitoring charm, and put a sticking charm on the baby's onesie just to be sure. And as Sirius stood in the shower and let the water was away the dirt, no one was there to hear his heartbroken sobs or see the way he crumpled to the shower floor and simply held himself, as if doing so would keep him in one piece long enough to make it to the next day. Because he would make it to the next day, and so would Harry. They would make it through this moment of pain, and they would come out on the other side, stronger, wiser, and hopefully happier.