Disclaimer: I, TheKittyRin, do not own Harry Potter in any ways. Sadly. Jk, if I did, the book would not be as good.

A special thanks to icepandacookies, who was patient with me and helped me. She's an awesome BETA! :) Last revisions were made in 2014.

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October 30th 1981, 00h46

"Sirius Orion Black!" A loud cry hissed at him, much like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. Sirius' eyes snapped open, his vision of things dazzled and blurred. With a free hand, he rubbed his eyes and yawned. He nearly jumped, yelping like a dog as he saw Lily's cold face glaring at him millions of daggers, daggers that were about to kill him. Bloody daggers.

Her jaw tightened at his shocked expression, and she put one of her hands in the air, exasperated. "I told you to look after my house and Harry...!" She snapped bitterly, "And what did you do?"

Sirius gulped, looking down at Harry's sleeping figure. James stepped in the living room, panting slightly, "Now, now, Lily. Let's not overreact. I know that my prat of a friend caused a massive destruction in our house, but I propose that we don't wake up Harry. Here, Sirius, hand me my Harry." James let out his arms. Sirius sat right up, holding an adamant posture so he would look as serious as he possibly could. Harry, still sleeping soundly in his arms, drifted side.

Lily sighed, defeated, "Harry will wake up no matter what we do.. The moment you move him, he wakes up. I'm calmed down, I can take him." Her tone changed to a demanding one, her hands out and waiting for Sirius to hand the baby to her.

Sirius gazed at Harry's sleeping figure and sighed, "Lily...Let me take him upstairs for you. Please." The man was surprised to hear his voice so different, it was hoarse and deep. Blinking, he cleared his voice, "I mean, we can discuss the terms of my punishment after and… civilly."

"Civilly?" Lily snorted, smirking, "Are you serious?"

"Yes, yes I am." Sirius teased and the girl with red hair rolled her eyes, having forgotten that idiotic joke, "Alright, I get it. You're in no mood for my Sirius-puns. I propose, however, that I do put Harry in his crib."

"That would be too late." James muttered, slightly annoyed. Sirius gave him a surprised face, both on what he said and how he had said it. Shrugging, James pointed to Harry, "He's waking up."

Sirius, perplexed, immediately looked back on the infant's face and saw that, indeed, those green eyes were open. He cursed under his breath and gave a slightly dark look at Lily, "Good job, you woke him up."

If Harry hadn't been in his arms, Sirius was sure that Lily would have hexed him in the second he had uttered that phrase, "I'm sorry that we don't all have your terrible parental skills."

"My terrible parental skills!" Sirius repeated, fake crying, "I am the very best Godfather ever to have existed, thank you very much!"

"Of course you have," James laughed, "Look at Harry. He's really calm in your arms. He obviously trusts you."

"Yes, yes! See, even Pumpkin pie James agrees with you!" Sirius laughed. The couple smiled at that. Sirius never changed. Although Lily argued quite often with him, she never stayed mad very long. There was no changing his nature, but she was surprised to see how much Harry had affected him.

Harry seemed to realise that all the commotion around him was centring around him, so he began to make lots of gurgling noise.

"Alright, here," He finally gave in, seeing that he should probably give Harry to his mother. Sirius sighed and he watched as Harry's eyes met his mothers and he mumbled, "Mama...mama."

Lily nuzzled her face in Harry's neck, grinning slightly as she protectively wrapped her arms around Harry as tight as possible, while making it comfortable enough for her little boy. Harry giggled when she breathed in and out in his neck, tickling his skin lightly.

Harry then looked up at Padfoot and smiled, showing his little, flashing white teeth, "Padfoot!" He bellowed loudly, hurling few screams as he twisted his neck to look fully at Sirius. Lily smiled softly as she moved Harry around so he could be positioned to look at Sirius, "Padfoot!" He repeated, as if determined to get an answer.

The man blinked, slightly gasping. This was a first for Harry, "Well done Harry! You got my name right." he grinned wickedly, quickly putting his hand in the boy's hair, caressing it wildly as the infant smiled happily, as if he understand.

"Congratulation Harry!" James muttered, his tone shocked and astounded, "You managed to pronounce the sound 'f' perfectly and finish his name with a 't'. Grandiose Harry Potter!"

"We're proud of you." Lily added, kissing Harry's back of the head as she inhaled the scent of her son which was imprinted in her mind forever.

"Arry love Padfoot." the baby repeated over and over again.

"See? I am the best Godfather ever to live!" Sirius couldn't help but say, grinning like a foolish idiot. Lily rolled her eyes, but laughed netherless.

"Well, alright. I'll give you that much. You are talented in that, at least." Lily began, not before being cut off by Sirius' demanding voice.

"Now, now...Lily. We all know that I am good at everything..." he said.

"Oh shut, dog. I'm complimenting you, there's no need to show off. Anyways, like I saying, although you are the most worthless house keeper I've ever seen, you are exceptional with children. Therefore, we'll know that in the future, we can count on you to guard Harry for babysitting or if anything happens to us." Lily explained.

Sirius couldn't help but feel a certain solitude as she said the phrase 'if anything happens to us', "Don't be silly. Nothing is going to happen to either of you. Not when you've got me, and Dumbledore on your side!" He pushed.

"And that's solid stuff, huh?" James rolled his eyes, "Lily, how about we let Sirius and his god-like, amazing skills with children let our Harry drift to sleep? In his crib, this time, please, Sirius." he teased. The two man roared with laughter.

"Alright, then. I'm off!" Sirius said with a high pitched voice, trying to imitate what Harry sounded like when he said those little words like 'Mamma' or 'Dada', "Goodnight Mummy. Goodnight Daddy." The man gently took the boy's hand and waved goodbye to their parents. The two grinned and laughed it off.

Heading upstairs, Sirius opened the door into the almost too white room, which he had forgotten to clean before.

"Scourgify." he murmured as he grabbed from his back pocket his wand which he flickered towards the white powder. At once, the powder gathered in a spot, creating a massive tornado like whirlwind, which vanished in merely a matter of seconds. Blinking, Harry looked marvelled at the wonders that magic could make.

"Should have done that earlier, idiot. Anyways, this, my boy," said his Godfather with a sheepish smile, "is what is known as magic. You'll see, you will be talented at it just like your father and mother were." he explained as he put Harry in his crib and caressed his face, "Now come on, we need to get you to sleep."

He got up and turned the light off, only to leave a small lantern next to Harry's bed functioning, knowing that babies always preferred having the re comforting warmth of a small light while they drifted to a peaceful sleep.

Harry was, however, not willing to fall asleep just like that, especially in this silence. The baby began to talk, and moan while he created a different variety of sounds. The man sighed, and he began caressing slowly Harry's forehead, following the shape of circles and spirals. Harry watched, his mouth shutting and his eyelids relaxing.

"You know, Harry," Sirius began with a deep, hoarse tone which he got rid off as soon as he cleared his voice, "You know...you mean a lot to me. I know that I may only be your Godfather and I am technically not blood related to you in any ways...but, I care a lot about you. No matter how your parents beg of me, I don't think I'll ever properly settle down and have a family of my own. I don't know if you understand me but...it's just too hard for me. I want to explore the world and see things in a different point of view. James used to be like me but...when he found Lily, it seems that love made him much less of a restless man than he used to be. But me, all my love interests...well, settling down has never crossed my mind. Simple as that. Besides, I don't think I'd find happiness trying to be someone I'm not." he continued.

Harry, meanwhile, was staring at him with glimmering, mesmerised eyes. Though he didn't understand entirely what the man was saying, he loved Sirius' voice.

"So...I know I may be exaggerating, but for now, you're like a son to me. I feel close to you, well, partly because you have the good looks of your father but...there's something I like about you. So, just like the Potters were to me, if ever you need a home, a shelter or just someone to talk to...I'll be there. I'll always be there Harry. Even in the darkest hours." he finished, as he noticed that Harry's eyelids were shutting close.

Sirius stayed by the infant's side for few minutes, humming and tracing forms on the boy's forehead as he patiently waited for Harry to drift to a perfect, soundless sleep. When he began to hear the comforting sound of a heavy, even breathing, Padfoot slowly got up and walked as silently as possible out of the room. Getting down, he felt his heart heavy. He had just confessed to the boy who would never remember more than he had ever confessed. He felt delighted to have done so, but sad at the idea of leaving now. He didn't want to leave, he wished more than ever to stay by the Potters' side.

James was in the kitchen, preparing some tea. He eyed Sirius as he entered and grinned, "You managed it, then?"

"Of course. They don't call me Godfather Sirius Black for anything." he replied, smiling amusingly.

"Good." James said, "By the way, I repaired that vase you broke. Luckily I know how to use a simple spell like 'Reparo', eh?" He joked.

"Yeah, well, I had a cat that was going bokers and a starving baby. What did you expect me to do?" The man said, sighing as he brought his large fingers to his temples, slowly massaging them.

"That cat is called Owen, and if I were you, I wouldn't insult it around Lily, she's crazy about that fellow." James laughed.

"Whatever..." Sirius rolled his eyes, "You know, as my best mate, I'd expect a little more concern for me. But no, it's the cat which everyone cares about." he quietly noticed, and the two chuckled in delight at the sarcastic joke.

"Come on, don't be a drama queen, you know..." James began.

"Sirius." A voice echoed in their ears, almost chanting. He turned around and knew at once how much trouble he was in. It wasn't the pair of bras or the powder Lily was holding, no, it was her green eyes that seemed to glow with fury under the light, and her ever so sweet smile that seemed completely out of place.

His common instinct were yelling at him to run, adrenaline rushing through his veins.

"Lily, think of my family... they would be so sad if I died..." Sirius tried to explain, but he could not. His voice sounded awfully low and it quivered frenetically with every sound he uttered. He knew his argument made no sense, he loathed his family as much as they hated him.

"Oh, I'm not worried about your family, at the present. I wonder about your future generation, instead."

"You know what, I think it's time for me to go... oh my, yes it is!" Sirius gasped as he looked at his watch, smiling nervously back at the couple, "Well... I don't want to take advantage of your hospitality any longer..." He said all this very fast whilst he put on his shoes and his robes. James was roaring with laughter, while Lily crossed her arms over her chest.

"Right. Well Sirius, my friend, it was a pleasure to have you over this evening...we should do it more often." James continued, grinning.

"Yes, we should." Sirius sighed and the two men waited to see what Lily would do. She seemed to hesitate, but finally smiled. A true smile that radiated her face. Her tense position melted and she gave Sirius a warm hug.

"It's only because you helped us that I'm willing to forget about this… Next time, I won't be so merciful." Lily told him as she hugged him farewell, and she glanced at James. Smiling, she turned around and went back into the kitchen, so she could let the two best friends have their private moment. James roared with laughter, and Sirius could only look at the woman with bewilder.

"See, this is the reason why I'll never get married. Women and their quick-to-change-attitudes. I don't know how you manage." Sirius sighed, massaging his temples.

"Well... women are spontaneous beings. But if you took your time to look and analyse more carefully, you'd see that it makes it worth it." James said with a wise tone to it. If Sirius would have had water, he would have surely chocked.

"Stop right this instant, kind gentleman! Who are you and what have you done with my friend James?" Sirius said dramatically.

"Funny. Well...families change you. You should try Sirius. It might make you re-think your 'non-baby' attitude." James explained.

"You know, I'm fine with being the godfather. It's enough for me; I don't need anymore than that. Harry is special to me, you know. He's…unique and… yeah I'll admit something. I felt bitter towards the idea of him because I thought… he was the reason why I couldn't see you. I was selfish. But I understand now. He is a human being. And I'll take care of him," the man told his best friend with a grin on his face. James' eyes were soft, surprised that his friend was opening up like so. There was a moment, a brief moment where James felt overwhelmed and was about to say something of great importance to his life-long best friend when another voice echoed.

"Sirius, why is my oven burned?" Lily yelled. James blinked and rolled his eyes to look at Sirius, sending him a 'you're-so-immature- look.

"Are you serious? Burned the oven?" James whispered as he opened the door.

"Yes, I am Sirius." he laughed as he put on his scarf, "Well, that would be my sound to go. Bye, bye James-pooh!" Sirius laughed as he quickly ran outside, waving farewell.

James shook his head, feeling rather happy to see that his friend was back to his old self. He regretted not saying what he had meant to say earlier, but he was certain that the next time they saw one and another, he would be able to tell him.

He laughed, waving goodbye and noticed the presence next to him.

"He really doesn't change, does he?" Lily was smiling a bit, gazing at Sirius' figure that was slowly fading from their sight.

"No, but there's a certain stability in his character, isn't there?" James wrapped his arms around Lily's waist, bringing her closer, "Besides, I think the fact that he is taking such an interest in Harry is already a surprise."

"Yes. I am glad, though, that he's Harry's godfather." She nuzzled her head in James' neck, inhaling his scent.

"Me too." James kissed her ear, and the couple soon retreated to the house, closing the door behind them.

Little did they know that this had been the last time they would ever see Sirius.

~Fin~

I'm sorry for the last line, I am, but I think that with every sweet moment comes the necessity of truth, and alas truths need to be told. I thank you for taking your time to read my story; your feedback is welcome and very much appreciated!

Well, dear reader, this is it! The time when we part ways. Still, I hope you enjoyed the story and that you will even, perhaps, carry it on with you! I want to thank every single of you who took your time to review, favorite and put this on alert! You guys are siriously quite splendid folks!

~"The ones that love us never really leave us. You can always find them in here." Sirius Black

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