I was inspired by Kamerreon's drabble-on-request fic "I Wishes Were Thestrals" so I am starting my own. Wish me luck!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

Warning: This will probably have any number of things, if Kamerreon's fic is any indication. Read at own risk but do not flame.


If Desires Were Galleons

The-Fan-Who-Lived wanted Harry and Sirius godfather/godson bonding


If for nothing else, Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived, lived for these few precious moments; moments in which he could be with his godfather. Sirius Black was like a boy who never grew up; a Peter Pan figure. He was the only person Harry trusted above all else. He was the first person Harry informed of his little crush on Cho Chang (to which Sirius had grinned like an idiot, congratulated him, and tried to sneak him a sip of celebratory Firewhiskey), as well as any nightmares he might have.

He was the father that Harry never had, and he absolutely hated Fate for keeping him from living with Sirius and, instead, forcing him to live with the Dursleys. That Christmas before Harry's escapades in the Department of Mysteries at the conclusion of his fifth year was the best he'd had in his whole life.

The minute he'd woken up he grabbed his slippers and pulled a bed robe around his body and ran downstairs. After reaching the main hall of 12 Grimmauld Place he took in the lovely scent of cinnamon and apples coming from the kitchen; no doubt due to Mrs. Weasley's cooking breakfast. He then entered the den and found Ron and Hermione already opening presents. Sirius was on the couch sipping a mug of hot cider and motioned Harry to the tree. Harry grinned and ran for his presents, hoping that the gift he'd hinted Sirius too was there.

He noticed a small box, 5 x 5 x 1 ½, with his name on it. He grabbed it with a large grin mirroring Sirius' own grin. Within it was a single key, a key to Harry's own flying motorcycle. Looking over to Sirius he asked, "Will you teach me?"

"Thought you'd never ask," was the near whispered response.