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Hey guys, I'm planning on making this story fairly long… so don't freak out if you can't see it going anywhere as of yet. I just had to get some Sirius/Harry fatherly drabble out of my system first so… here it is

Waiting

Dear Mum and Dad,

I feel a little stupid writing this but Sirius assured me it would be fine. I am staying at the Weasley's house, though I'm not sure if you guys have met yet. Ron, their youngest son, is my best friend.

Sirius came and found me, I couldn't believe my eyes. I'm so excited to meet you both; from what I've heard you guys are great. I don't know how to thank you enough for saving my life but it meant more to me than you could've imagined.

Since I was a little kid I've always imagined you coming back to life, saving me from the Dursley's. Don't get me wrong, they're OK people… they just hate wizards. I'm sure Sirius and Lupin have told you all about me and I hope I've made you proud.

To tell you the truth this is a little weird, I feel as if I could wake up from this dream at any moment. I can't wait to meet you both… you have been the biggest inspirations. In my mind, you are the best parents I could have ever asked for. I have waited my whole life to meet you. Your friends have been great, they've told me heaps of stories. If they had known you would be coming back to life I'm sure I wouldn't have heard half of them. Dad, I hope you kick Remus and Sirius' butts.

Your son,

Harry Potter.

Harry read over the letter for the fourteenth time, Sirius' hand resting on his shoulder. This was his tenth draft, having ripped up the majority of the others. On any other occasion Sirius would have kicked his godson's ass for implying that James was stronger than him but he knew it was hardly appropriate given the circumstances. Harry simply stared down at the parchment, his face free of emotion. A small pile of shredded paper sat beside him, random letters scattered across their pages. He was sending a letter to his PARENTS… it had to be perfect. He wanted to write about how much he loved them, about how he had imagined growing up with them as a child but thought it was a little much. All he had ever wanted was a family though every time he seemed to get close to achieving that… it was taken away. Harry ran his hand along the parchment, wishing he knew where it was headed. Sirius had scribbled the Weasley's address at the bottom of the page and had assured Harry that both his mother and father would apperaite as soon as they received the letter.

Mrs Weasly had scoured the whole house in search of her most decorative ribbon, the string of white lace dangling around her finger. They neatly tied the parchment to the leg of Ron's owl and prayed that the bird would find its way to James. Harry watched as the bird flew off into the distance, delivering his heartfelt note to his father. Harry still couldn't get his head around the whole situation. He was beyond excited to meet his parents but the jittery feeling in his stomach refused to fade. So many questions filled his head, how was he meant to answer them all?

Harry thought always that this would be easier; he had been waiting for this moment for his whole life. As a young child Harry had practiced a speech out loud, hoping that his parents would hear it.

'Hi, my name's Harry… I'm your son. I have black hair and green eyes. I am 9 years old. When I grow up I want to be a policeman… I want to stop car crashes. Hope to speak to you again soon, love you.'

A small smile appeared on his face, reminiscing often brought him back to that moment. Harry had not exactly had a happy childhood, the Dursleys, though 'welcoming him into their home', were not the most supportive parents. Harry was sure that his Aunt blamed him for her sister's death… I guess in some senses he was to blame.

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Sirius and Harry shared a room that night, the two men sleeping in Fred and George's old room. Since defeating Voldemort Harry had been staying at the Weasley's. He and Ginny had developed a relationship over the summer though the majority of Ron's family was unaware of it. Percy had accidently walked in on the couple kissing and Harry had told Ron as soon after the relationship had developed.

"Ginny and I are going out" Harry whispered.

Sirius sat up in his bed and smirked at him.

"Atta boy!"

Harry stifled a laugh. He and Sirius were close, closer than he had ever been to any adult in his life. He and Dumbledore had formed a rather good relationship though at times he felt like a pawn. With Sirius, he always came first, there was no larger agenda.

The room fell silent, though it was hardly awkward. Sirius simply lay staring at his Godson, feeling rather fatherly. In a couple of hours all would be right in the world, Harry, Sirius, James, Lilly and Remus would finally be reunited. Sirius had sent a letter to Remus soon after contacting James. He was glad that Harry had worked up the guts to write a letter to his parents, he knew it must've been hard.

"What if they don't like me?" Harry asked.

Sirius was taken aback by this remark, rather surprised that Harry had even felt this way in the first place.

"Of course they'll like you!" Sirius said, believing every word that came out of his mouth.

Firstly, nobody could hate his godson; Harry was the kindest, most selfless person on the planet. He had sacrificed the best years of his life to save a world that had been so cruel to him. Secondly, James and Lilly were his parents, they would love him regardless.

"But what if they don't?" Harry asked again.

Sirius was at a loss for words, was his godson really this self-conscious?

"They're gonna love you bud! How could they not?" Sirius paused "If nothing else, you're bound by blood, they're obliged to like you"

Harry didn't laugh, he knew Sirius was joking though couldn't help but worry.

"Come on pup, I was kidding," Sirius said "There's absolutely no way they could hate you."

Harry started to well up, lots of people hated him. Malfoy hated him, Snape hated him, Voldemort hated him.

"Chin up kiddo, they'll love you, just you wait and see" Sirius' pep talk was simply having no effect on Harry.

Harry remained silent though Sirius had given up on comforting the boy, he would have all the evidence he needed come tomorrow. Harry simply lay in his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He was lost in his thoughts, in his own personal hell. Harry didn't think he could cope with his parents hating him… he knew it was irrational but he couldn't help but worry. Harry also didn't think he could hope with hating his parents, what if they didn't get along. As horrible as it sounds, Harry was afraid that he'd be closer to Sirius than his own father, his godfather having been there for some of the most important moments in his life.

Harry groaned, unable to get to sleep. He heard Sirius stir and knew it was going to be a long night.

In the next chapter I'm planning on introducing Harry's parents and adding a COMPLICATION! Oooohhh… my English teacher would be so proud XD

Anyways sorry about this chapter… I have read it over once or twice but kinda wrote it at 11:30 at night and wanted to put it up b4 I went to bed. Quite frankly, it isn't my best work but I'm proud of it none the less.

Like I said earlier… this is my first Fanfiction so I would LOVE some reviews… any comments you have on the story would be greatly appreciated. So yeah, let me know what you think :3