A/N: This is just my second fanfic ever! Be warned this is a Harry Potter and Sirius Black pairing! I wrote this because of a music video I saw about Harry/Sirius with the song Come On Closer by Jem which inspired me to write this hope you enjoy.

Everyone was gone from the Black residence, thankfully. I was tired of all this secrecy no one would tell me anything helpful besides for Sirius, but he was still hushed up by Mrs. Weasley as often as she could. Sirius was the only I felt I could trust anymore not Ron, not Hermione, not Professor Lupin and definitely not Dumbledore.

I lay in my bed with my arms behind my head looking up at the ceiling and wondering if I would ever get to go back to Hogwarts, the only place I have ever felt was truly my home. What would become of me? Would Sirius allow me to stay here with him even though he was still on the run and could barely even go outside himself now that some knew he was an Animagus? I did not care I would force Sirius to take me with him where ever he went I was not going back to the Dursley's number four Privet Drive ever again.

I lay there for hours tossing and turning trying to get the possible expulsion out of my head I could have been cleaning up this place, but I was tired of it Mrs. Weasley was gone for the first time in a week and I was going to take this time to rest. Hedwig was not helping either by constantly hooting because Pig was getting on her nerves and they could not go outside unless it was for something important so I finally decided to get up and explore.

I crept down the stairs past the curtains hiding the painting of Sirius's mother. She was a scary woman just in a painting I would hate to see what she would have been like alive… No wonder Sirius ran away from this dreadful place, but of course I cannot imagine it being any worse than the Dursley's house. Least he was open to the magical world and had some people that loved him even if his family did not. I had people that loved me now, but for eleven years I had no one. I needed to stop feeling sorry for myself Sirius would never want a godson who was depressed all the time just because he got kicked out of Hogwarts…

"Kicked out of Hogwarts…"

It was the first time I had said those words in quite awhile and now that I had they kept ringing in my ears. I went into the kitchen and got myself some butterbeer, but I needed something else I needed some kind of release from this all so I could feel better just a little. I finished my butterbeer and poured myself another glass to wonder around the house with. As I left the kitchen I noticed the house-elf with something in his hands, most likely something else he did not want destroyed or thrown away. He was of course mumbling to himself like always about how filthy everyone is making this house and how his Mistresses would react if she saw all these non-worthy wizards and witches in here. I didn't want to hear any of it I wanted to be alone so I crept into the nearest room to get away from that seriously disturbed elf.

This room had been cleaned of everything besides for whatever was in the desk drawer that Moody needed to clean out and the Black's family tree. I sipped a little more on the butterbeer and sat it down near the family tree. How could anyone treat their son like that I wondered? Even the Dursley's love their little duddykins. I tried my hard to rub off the black smudged over Sirius's face, but it would not come off so I decided to just get rid of it all of them altogether.

I took out my wand and blasted Sirius's mother, then his brother, then Draco, and before I knew it I was on the last disgusting face of Belatrix Lastrange. I blasted her with so much force the whole thing looked like nothing more than a huge scorch mark, but at that moment when I realized what I had done I heard the front door open. What had I done? Sirius would be furious with me, but maybe if I am lucky it won't be him. i looked around hoping I could find something to cover it up with, but there was nothing I had to leave before someone caught me down here if only I could apparate. I reached the door, but before I grabbed the doorknob it had already started to turn. Someone was coming in I rushed back in front of the family tree, but accidently knocked my butterbeer over at the same time.

I noticed the unkempt hair at once it was Sirius.

"Harry… What are you doing in here?" he asked in concerned voice.

I was tired of that, everyone treating as a child thinking I couldn't defend myself from Voldermort.

"I am wandering the halls of this place since everyone has deserted me here and won't let me do anything of importance! Now if you don't mind I am going back to my room to be ALONE!"

I knew I had sounded like a child just then, I knew I hurt Sirius, and I knew as soon as I moved he would see what I had done, but I couldn't think about that right now. I walked past Sirius furious and didn't even bother to look back at him when he called my name.

When I reached my shared bedroom I slammed the door and threw myself onto my bed. I couldn't help myself I needed to cry I wanted to cry I never allowed myself time to cry and this was the perfect time to get it all off my chest.

Before I knew it I was waking up to a pitch black room and Ron was not there so I assumed no one was back yet. I wondered if Sirius was still downstairs or if he was angry at me. I couldn't take Sirius being angry with me not now when I needed him most, but I had too much pride to go down there and apologize before I knew I was finished with all of my crying.

I rolled over staring at my ceiling once more with my hands behind my head thinking of what would become of me if Sirius did not want me now. That's when I heard a knock on the door, I figured it was Ron so I just rolled over to stare at the wall and said with an irritated tone, "You don't have to knock just come in."

I heard the door open, but he did not say anything I was glad he didn't, but all of a sudden I felt him sit on my bed. I turned around trying to see what he was doing, but instead of the red hair I was expecting it was long black hair…

"I'm sorry Harry I know this must be hard for you and I wish I could do more, but I can't not while everyone still thinks I am guilty."

I just laid there watching him, he looked really sad and now I regretted more than ever yelling at him for something that was not his fault. All of a sudden I got this feeling of wanting to comfort him in some way in whatever way it was I didn't care I just needed to help him.

"Sirius… I am sorry for taking my frustration out on you I just…"

That's when he looked at me with wide eyes and I couldn't restrain my hand from reaching up to touch his scruffy face, but before I reached his cheek he grabbed my hand and held it away from him.

"What are you doing Harry?"

"I don't know…"

I reached my other hand towards him once more, but he stopped that as well and stood up with my hands still in his.

"No Harry you are only 15 years old. You are upset and don't know what you want you will just regret it in the morning."

I looked down, but at the second I did I regretted it because he dropped my hands without another word and walked towards the door. I didn't want him to leave so before I knew what I was doing again I got up as fast as I could and wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face deep into his back.

"Don't leave Sirius this is the best I have felt since before Cedric died… Please don't go"

He sighed and said, "I can't Harry I have been trying to resist and this is not helping. We can't"

"Then just stay here with me nothing has to happen just stay with me till everyone gets home."

Sirius didn't say anything, but just turned around and raised my chin so that I could look into his eyes I could tell there was pain there because I often saw them in my own eyes when I look into the mirror.

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and rested his head on the top of mine he was staying. I squeezed him one last time and let go he did so as well, but never took his eyes off of me. I stared at him for a bit longer into those deep black eyes and then walked over to my bed and sat down as I kicked off my shoes. Sirius took one deep breath and walked over to the other side, kicking off his shoes as well and without another thought he laid down with his hands folded over his stomach. I watched him take big long breaths as I took off my shirt and threw it on the ground.

"Harry…"

"I am only getting comfortable nothing more"

He sighed once more and lifted up his arm so he could wrap it around me, I laid on his chest with one of my hands over his heart, it was beating so fast as was mine. Every once in awhile Sirius would squeeze my arm and then gently stroke down it, but when he would realize what he was doing he would abruptly stop and take his hand off me.

"I don't mind Sirius."

"It's wrong I should go, but I can't seem to will myself to get up and leave you."

"Then don't."

"You have no idea how hard it was for me to leave you after you helped me escape from enduring a dementor's kiss and then when you were in trouble last year. Dumbledore had to basically threaten me to not come back for you."

"That makes me happy." I told him with the biggest grin on my face I had in awhile and tears in my eyes.

Sirius took my chin in between his fingers again so I would look up at him. When he saw that I was crying his eyes widened and wiped my tears away with his thumb. That's when I knew I wouldn't be able to just lay here with him anymore I needed to be closer to him.

I sat up on my elbows so I could look into his eyes with his hand still cupped around my face. I leaned into his embrace and closed my eyes, that is when his other hand trailed up and down my spine sending a shiver to my deepest core. I couldn't help myself I took my hand and placed it under his shirt rubbing his chest up and down. I reached down and lightly kissed him on his much older more experienced lips. When I opened my eyes he was still staring at me and his hand had stopped.

"I'm sorry Sirius. I won't do it again I promise."

He didn't say anything he just kept staring at me so I laid back down with my face buried into the pillow. Maybe he didn't want me and I was foolish enough to believe that he would.

"What's wrong Harry?"

"Nothing I am alright."

I rolled back over facing away from Sirius I didn't want him to feel sorry for me.

"Maybe you should go everyone should be coming back soon." I barely finished saying before my voice broke.

"I can stay if you like, Harry."

"No I am fine now, thank you. I just need a little more rest that's all."

I felt him get up and stroking my arm one last time. When I saw him pause at the door I turned back around not wanting him to see me.

"Harry…"

"Yes, Sirius?"

"I do love you very much."

But when I turned around he had already left. I wanted to go after him, but when I got up I heard the Weasleys talking downstairs.