Title: Second Time's a Charm
Author: SlytheringAeval
Chapter : 3
Pairings: Harry/Draco, others as story progresses
Rating: Pg 13 to R
Genre: Romance/Humor, with just enough Angst to keep the fluff bunny at bay
Disclaimer: I do not make any money off of this, I do not own this, nor do I claim to. All characters herein belong to J.K Rowling and no infringement is intended. It's all in good fun, honest.
"Ugh, is he always like that? I was this close," Sirius held up his thumb and forefinger with a very tiny sliver of space between them, "to biting that pompous little man."
"Fudge? Well actually this was supposed to be the very first time I meet him, but yes, he usually is like that," Harry answered vaguely. He was busy digging through his trunk.
"Nice," Sirius bared his teeth as though picturing himself biting the Minister of Magic.
"Oh don't take him personally. He's rather stupid, and mostly harmless."
"Mostly harmless?" Sirius cocked his head.
"Well admittedly, his ignorance can be very dangerous. If he doesn't like what you're saying he'll stick his fingers in his ears and start singing 'Lalala, I can't hear you!' as loud as he can. Very inconvenient when evil Dark Lords are rising up and his underlings are plotting world conquest."
Sirius raised a brow. "I imagine."
"Hm, well if I'm going to be getting the two of us some clothes, we'll have to go to Gringott's first thing tomorrow. I don't have enough in my money pouch right now to afford both of us."
"Harry you don't have to get me any clothes," Sirius protested. Harry pinned him with a patient look.
"Sirius, you're my godfather. There's no way I'm going to let you run around in rags, and there's no way you can stroll into Gringott's and pull money from your vault. Let me do this and you can pay me back later."
"Huh, well if you put it like that." Sirius grabbed him in a head lock and gave him a noogie.
"Sirius!" Harry protested, laughing. "You know Dudley's clothes are pretty huge. Even if you are taller than he is, you're much thinner. This shirt and these pajama bottoms. Here, go take a bath while I order us some food. We have a long day ahead of us, and lots of plans we're going to have to make."
Several hours later found the two bathed, stuffed beyond imagining and a workable plan for the new future they were plotting to have together. So far the plans they had couldn't be implemented until they got in touch with their friends, and they couldn't contact Hermione or Remus yet without raising suspicion.
Sirius, now sat watching over his godson. Even though the boy looked thirteen you could see in his eyes the maturity that belied his appearance. Their was a darkness in his Harry that hid only when he allowed himself to smile. And Sirius would do everything in his power to make sure that the young man got to smile as much as possible.
When Harry had looked over to say, 'Look, I know he's poster child for Voldemort's Youth, but he was my friend in the future, and there's no way I'm going to let Voldemort do what he did to him, even if it means we never become friends after all. I owe him that much.', Sirius had grudgingly agreed to help the youngest Malfoy out as well. He had never much cared for his cousin's choice in husbands nor the irritating little shit that they had managed to pop out, but Harry was bloody well going to get what Harry bloody well wanted as far as he was concerned. And if Harry wanted to keep Draco from becoming a Death Eater, then he'd kidnap the boy himself and toss him in a closet until they managed to knock off He-Who-Deserves-a-Good-Hard-Boot-Up-his-Ass if that's what it took.
"Ah Harry, you're much too kind, just like Lilly."
Sirius brushed dark bangs away from the scar on his forehead with sad eyes. So much pain the boy had been through already because of that mark. He knew that there was so much that Harry hadn't told him, and the way his story became vague when he spoke of the Death Eater attacks and the battles with Voldemort told him just how bad it really was for his godson. The boy spoke of his own death much more easily than he'd spoken of Sirius's death- the thought of which caused him to wince.
"Dropped through the Veil? I bloody tripped! What a crappy death," Sirius grumbled and flopped down on the bed. The bed shook at his impact and Harry cracked open a bleary eye in irritation before rolling over and falling back asleep. Sirius grinned and snuggled down on his side of the nice comfy bed, happy to be away from his tiny cell in Azkaban. He would have to make sure that if he died this time that it'd be doing something cool, or at least interesting, like… trying to floss a dragon's teeth. With a grin Sirius allowed himself to follow his godson into the land of dreams.
"Sirius! Get up!" We've got a lot to get done! Sirius!" The voice took on a whine seconds before the ex-convict found himself fending off a pillow from his face. Sirius snapped his head up to glare at his godson who was grinning unrepentantly from across the room. Blue eyes narrowed dangerously. That was Harry's only warning before Sirius flung himself from the bed with a mighty war cry.
"Gyah!" Harry dove toward the bed, hands stretched out to snag a pillow, getting several well aimed hits from Sirius's pillow for his effort.
"Ha! Take that!"
Soon feathers were flying and the two were laughing too hard to even consider continuing the pillow fight. The two were draped across the bed, breathless from their impromptu pillow fight.
"I reign supreme!" Sirius gloated from his sprawled position.
"Ha! I was clearly the winner in this little war, why just ask anyone!" Harry scoffed.
"Hm, we could ask someone but I imagine they'd cart me off to Azkaban before we got an answer," Sirius pointed out dryly.
"Huh, you may have a point. Alright come on, change into a dog so we can get going."
Shortly, a young boy with messy black hair could be found strolling down the streets of Diagon Alley with a large black dog trotting at his heals. The boy was smiling, and he kept speaking to the dog, ignoring the stares his cheerful chatter gained.
"Hey Snuffles, you reckon there's a furniture store around here somewhere?" Harry asked. The boy had a crafty grin on his face, like he was plotting something.
Sirius gave Harry as much of a 'What the hell?' look as his dog form would allow, but he 'woofed' softly and led his godson in the direction of a little known furniture store. Mostly it was little known because it tended to cater to the social elite and purebloods who had the money to blow on antique furniture. Finally they stood outside the doors of Armoire.
"Wicked!" Harry's eye lit up and he turned to speak to the black dog. "Here, you stay out here, I'm going to go look for something. I'll be right back."
Sirius gave a doggy huff at finding himself cooling his paws on the sidewalk. What was taking Harry so long? This was boring. This was- a huge opportunity to see just how well Harry could improvise and adjust his plans. In fact 'This' was going to be beautiful. Sirius gave a doggy grin, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he got close to the ground, butt wiggling as he prepared to pounce…
Chapter end notes: Had a problm getting the feel for this chapter, but it got better towards the end methinks. Ah well, love me the Sirius, And love me the helpful comments and encouragement from everyone Thank you for the reviews, I really appreciate it.
