Whilst growing up Sirius endured several harsh experiences which he would never wish upon anyone else. Harry too has endured much the same. Set in Grimmauld Place man and boy confront their respective past and present helping each other along the way. WARNING: Talk of abuse.
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Great Minds Think Alike
Sirius marched towards his father's old room, cleaning supplies clenched tightly by his white-knuckled hand. Orion Black's room needed to be cleared out so another member of the Order could be put up for the night. Sirius and Harry had volunteered to clear it. Sirius mainly just wanted to get away from Mrs Weasley's infamous tirades. Harry just wanted to spend time with what little family he had. Harry, trotting behind his Godfather, noted Sirius's stance and idly wondered the cause. Probably another spat whith the Weasley matriarch.
"Alohamora", Sirius muttered, and kicked the door slightly too enthusiastically. Immediately Sirius was hit with buried memories. Sirius, braced against the wall, having his back striped raw from his father's thick conjured belt. Sirius, ducking a blow from Orion Black's fist only get a swift knee in the stomach. Sirius, bleeding heavily on the floor and yet his father still beat him relentlessly with the buissness end of his belt. Harry hesitantly tapped his Godfather's shoulder. Sirius flinched and hastily replaced the quick flash of fear with a humourless smile. "Sorry Harry. Haven't been in here for years. So many memories y'know." None of them good. Harry, who often did a fair bit of flinching himself, only nodded and smiled back. The younger wizard pushed down the concern he had felt even as the older wizard ruthlessly pushed down the unbidden memories. Sirius clapped Harry on the shoulder, not noticing his Godson's barely supressed wince.
"Right-o, Harry. We'll start by packing everything into boxes so I can vanish or incinerate them easier later, if that mangy old elf doesn't steal everything later."
"Ummm... Sirius, we don't have boxes at the moment" Harry lifted his eyebrows. Sirius grinned, a real one this time,
"Magic, watch this" Sirius said rather dramatically. He flourished his wand a bit too extravagantly and boxes floated to the floor, after tap-dancing around the room. Harry shook his head exasperantly but with a fond smile on his face. He'd figured out that Sirius was a massive drama queen the very first time the met in the Shrieking Shack.
The two wizards got down to work chatting amicably as they chucked stuff into the boxes, which Sirius had now fixed to the wall rather like a basketball hoop. They both avoided the two belts that lay with a dark storm cloud over them. At last all the things that could be shoved into a box were in the boxes. All except the two belts.
