AN: Wow, I'm doing a Harry Potter fic.
Better not mess this up!
Hahahahahahahahahaha.
Ha.
Harry was waiting. He was just having girl problems, normal for a teenager.
But he wanted Sirius to help him.
So he just waited by the fire for his friend.
He tapped his fingers against the chair he was sitting on until he heard a 'pop'.
"Sirius?" Harry whispered, inching to the fire. "Is that you?"
"Yes Harry, now hurry. I'm only here because of your letter. What's the problem?"
"Well see, I have a thing for this girl and well. . . I need advice." Harry smiled, hoping that would win over the advice Sirius surely had.
"Harry, I don't know how to say this. . . I only do this with boys. I hadn't had a woman's company in some time. I'm bloody gay."
". . . oh." Harry only could think that.
And that was how Sirius came out.
AN: That's it. It's short. I know.
I'm honestly so walled off (ha! America joke! Someone get me out of this country please) with finals, I'm sorry.
