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"I said—shut—UP!" roared the man, and with a stupendous effort he and Lupin managed to force the curtains closed again (Rowling 78).
Brushing his hair out of his eyes, Sirius turned around, then did a double-take. "Harry!" he exclaimed, the age-defying smile making his face ten years younger. "When did you get here?"
"Just now," the fifteen-year-old grinned in reply. "It's good to see you, Sirius."
As quickly as it had appeared, the smile dropped from the man's face. "You're alright?" he held Harry by the shoulders at arm's length and studied him. "You're not hurt, are you?"
"No, I'm okay."
Sirius scrutinized him for a moment longer, apparently assessing the truth of the statement, then impulsively hugged his godson. He was relieved beyond measure that Harry was unhurt, and incredibly happy that he was here for the rest of the summer.
Before the Animagus had time to worry about Harry's reaction to being hugged, the fifteen-year-old was embracing him in return. Sirius fought back the lump in his throat caused by nearly-overwhelming emotions, gently pressed Harry's head against his shoulder, and thanked every deity he could think of that his godson was alive, was alright, and was here.
For his part, Harry was thinking maybe the Dementor attack did not turn out so badly after all.
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Notes: The citation is from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by J.K. Rowling, obviously. Though this was originally intended as a series, it has been discontinued. This is the only story, and it is complete. Thanks for reading.