A/N Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling. Sorry this story is so short, I didn't know what to do with it and I didn't want to leave it unfinished either. - Narcissa
It was early in the morning, the birds were singing outside of the window in Harry's room at Grimmauld Place. There was a knock on the door and a voice called out to him, ''Harry?'' The boy, who was sat on the edge of his bed, in his pajamas, got up and opened the door.
Sirius walked in and saw Harry's cheeks flush a little. ''Are you alright?'' He asked, sitting next to his godson, putting an arm around his shoulder. Truth be told, the man had a crush on the boy, he knew it wasn't normal but he couldn't help it.
Harry beamed as Sirius sat next to him, ''I um, have something to tell you.''
''Go ahead.''
''Feel free to kill me, jinx me, or whatever but...''
''You know me better than that, Harry.''
''Okay.'' He breath. ''I love you, and as in more than family...''
Sirius turned Harry's head to him and kissed him firmly on the lips. ''I love you too.''
A/N I didn't like how this turned out but oh well.
