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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