AU where Harry has lived with Sirius since 3rd Year. Pettigrew is in Azkaban.
Birthday Presents
Harry didn't ask for much, something Sirius found extremely frustrating and definitely did not like. Most teenagers wanted to go here and there, do this and that. But, not Harry. Harry was perfectly comfortable at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Sirius wished the boy would let his godfather spoil him.
Sirius blamed it on his godson being forced to live with relatives who didn't care enough about him. The godfather had to poke and prod at Harry for a week before the teen would even give Sirius some suggestions on what to get him for Christmas or his birthday. And the boy didn't even ask for much!
"Just get me a shirt or something, Sirius." Harry sighed, eating his toast at the table. "Or robes, robes would be fine since I have to get new ones for next year anyway. Mine are starting to get short."
The Marauder rolled his eyes, "I'm not getting you school supplies for your birthday, Harry! What about a new broom? The new WingSlapper 400 is out."
"There's nothing wrong with my Firebolt."
"You've had it since Third Year, Harry. It's been two years, it's out of date."
The raven haired boy laughed, "Oh, is it? Padfoot, I'm pretty sure my 'out of date' broom can out fly all the other houses."
"Well, since they held the Tournament at Hogwarts, you have no real evidence of that. Come on Pronglet, either give me a real answer or I'm getting you a new broom. Your choice." Sirius smiled widely before tearing a piece of toast in two and stuffed half of it into his mouth.
Harry groaned loudly before replying, "Fine. What about the new Quidditch Through the Ages?"
"Fantastic." Sirius smiled. It looked like Harry would be receiving two presents from his godfather, a book and a broomstick.