I had Vernon say Sirius could stay twice, but NEVER MIND…

Oh my god! A miracle has fallen upon us! The darkest circle of the ethereal has made its presence known! Harry and Dudley AGREED on something! Quick everybody, PANIC!

Me and my good friend Jontie (great writer, good friend, a bit of a lunatic) are in the middle of writing our own little fanfic together (it's on his profile board thing. It gets better as it goes on) so I might not update my stories for a while... also I am getting very lazy… snore. I've also been busy with reading Memoirs of a Geisha. It's so sad and beautiful. I just wish I could zip back thirty odd years and be one!

Anyways…

The Strangest Reincarnation Ever

Chapter Three:

I've never been here before…

Sirius opened his eyes. He was lying on a rather lumpy, smelly old bed with grey sheets. The room was dark but the window was slightly open, a soft breeze ruffling his fur. He groaned quietly, but it came out as a low whine.

What? Oh!

Sirius shot up and stared around. A small trunk with the initials H. P. on it sat in the corner, and birthday cards and different drawings and what looked like newspaper articles were tacked up on the wall.

Harry's room…

Then Sirius's mind kicked in.

Where's Harry?

As if on cue, a low groan came from beneath him and Sirius peered over the edge of the bed and saw his sixteen-year-old godson lying curled up on the floor with a raggedy blanket pulled tight around him. As Sirius watched, Harry shifted in his sleep and held himself tighter as the cold swept over him.

Harry…

Sirius leapt down from his position on the bed as quietly as he could and curled up next to him in an attempt to keep Harry warm. He whined slightly and nuzzled into Harry's neck and nudged his nose against his cheek. Harry scrunched his face up as Sirius's wet nose stroked against his skin.

"Wazaat?" Harry mumbled quietly. He reached out a thin hand and curled his fingers around a patch of Sirius's fur. He hummed quietly in half sleep and snuggled a bit closer.

"Sirius…"

Sirius growled quietly in return.

"'m so glad you're here… Sirius…" Harry tucked his face into the wooden floor and fell back to sleep, his dark eyelashes curling against his white cheeks. The moonlight made his hair shine a pale blue as it spread out on the floor in a tangled mess. His red lips were slightly open and Sirius could feel his hot breath against his fur.

Sirius lay staring at his godson for a long while. Then he sighed silently and went to sleep.

NYAAAAAAAA!

Okay, very short, but people who have read my other stories will know I am prone to do this.

I'm sorry I haven't updated lately, but I'm tired and lazy and- /snore/

I've just got to say, I'm feeling very grateful to Jontie. Before we started doing fanfics together I only had one story on here and it is RUBBISH! So, I'm just going to give a great big hug to Jontie, and tell you all to look at his stuff, because it is so cool and funny. (Sob) I'm feeling very sentimental at the moment.

Just for the record. NO SLASH! I've decided Sirius and Harry are just going to be very close. I've got nothing against gay men and women or anything, but I just like the Harry/Sirius bonding situation in this story. Luv ya!

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