Bittersweet
Love
By: acerbus321
Harry stood staring
out the window of his bedroom at number 12
Grimauld Place. The
moonlight filtering in gave a soft touch to the
room providing
just enough light to see by. Turning he took in the
sight of his
godfather and lover.
Oh, how he loved Sirius. He could not
loose him again. He was all he
had left. Hermonine and Ron were
long gone, casualties of war and so
many more he considered his
family and friends. He remembered the
long menthes he spent
searching how to pull Sirius out of the Veil.
He was thankful
that he had found Pettigrew dead in the middle of the
battlefield.
"Harry,"
Sirius called breaking him from his reverie. "Come back to
bed," he said pulling the covers back and patting the bared
area.
Harry climbed in and was
enveloped in Sirius' embrace. He sighed in
contentment. Here, he
was at home. At home in his lovers arms and he
would never
leave.
"Goodnight my love," he whispered and slept.
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