Harry Potter was overwhelmed when he saw his godfather, Sirius Black. He was standing there a little awkwardly because of the silence, much taller than Harry. He had a certain refinement and elegance that naïve and unwordly Harry did not possess. The aura of an older, wiser man tickled his arm and teasingly tugged on his heart. He suddenly wanted to know everything about this man, everywhere he had been, everyone he had met. When Harry did not speak, Sirius stepped closer.
"Harry.. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." There was a purr to his voice. It was awfully coquettish. Harry shifted nervously. How could Sirius have such a comforting and tender voice, he wondered.
There it was, though. In all his dark-haired, unbathed glory, there was his messiah from another planet.
A part of him was mildly terrified that his guardian was a wanted murderer.
Another was left in shock because of said guardian's attractive looks, even if it was a little grubby and dirty.
And another part of him - it was a place below his stomach, actually - wanted to lean into Sirius and hold onto him forever.
Just to name a few.
Nevertheless, he had actually fallen in love with his guardian. Love at first sight, puppy love, whatever. It was still surprising.
"S-Sirius.." Harry's face flushed and he stared at him.
The older man gave him a cheshire smile. This would be easy.