Chapter 9: Drunken Dogfathers.

Heya guys, sorry about the two week break and the mistakes. I didn't want you to wait another week so I kind of missed the beta part, sorry again RemmyBlack. J.K Rowling owns stuff not me. So here's the chapter. Harsh reviews again please. :D xx

Harry was exited of his godfather's return but he had been disappointed, he was sitting by the fireplace waiting for it to go up in green flames, but he waited for ages. The only time he moved was for his check up which Sirius promised he would be there for. He wasn't able to celebrate with him about him able to fly again. He could also could tell that Snape was fuming; Harry offered him a half smile. Snape only looked sadly down at him. At the moment there was an acceptance between each other, they were learning to tolerate each other.

The fireplace went up in a whirl of green flames, and Sirius instead of walking out gracefully as he normally did, he stumbled out. Snape's eyes closed into a glare, both of them knew that he was drunk. He gestured for Harry to go up the stairs which he obeyed; he had no desire to see this.

Harry walked into his bedroom and closed the door behind him carefully, making sure it was closed properly, when he got his wizarding novel, the lion on the wall looked down at him with concern, he just shrugged at it and walked into his bathroom and sat on a chair where he put his clothes while he was in a shower and he started to read, he could still hear Snape shouting and Sirius's drunken slurs. He was almost surprised he didn't hear a hand striking flesh as he used to. His aunt maybe cruel but that was only because she was scared of her husband and he honestly couldn't blame her.

He heard footsteps slamming upstairs and a door slam. He was shaking and he was scared, there was only thing that would calm him down fully. Trembling he went into his bedroom and got out his art pad and started to draw a picture of Hedwig flying through the night's sky. It was beautiful but Harry didn't see how wonderful it actually was.

Snape knocked on the door, Harry quickly tried to hide the art pad but Snape came in to fast.

"What are you trying to hide, Potter?"

"Nothing Professor," Harry said to quickly.

"Show me," Snape demanded.

"I'd rather not, was there any reason for coming in here, sir?" he asked.

"I wanted to see if you where okay, are you?" Snape asked, still looking at the book wedged between the wall and the desk.

"I am fine," Harry lied, smiling falsely at him.

"Harry," he looked up in surprised when he heard his first name, "I know that you're not fine, please can I see what you are doing?"

Harry nodded, still shocked that he wasn't being called 'Potter' or much worse a 'Mr, in front of his last name, he was even more surprised as he thought that didn't even know his first name.

Snape picked up the book and started to flip through the pages, he saw drawings, they were amazing, and it was obvious that we had a raw talent, the first few where the adventures he had faced in his first year, there was a troll, their first potions lesson which Snape found quite amusing, fluffy and his face off against Quirrel, there was the same for the second and third year, there were also a few in-between and there were some so horrible that no body even Voldemort would want to talk about it.

"Harry, these are amazing, you have a real talent," Snape praised.

"Thanks," he mumbled, looking down, amazed that he was getting praised by the greasy bat of the dungeons.

They was an almighty smash coming from outside Harry's room. Snape rolled his eyes and gave Harry a look that said 'stay here'. Then he walked out with his robes billowing behind him.

Sirius was incredibly drunk, but he also felt incredibly guilty, but the first time in a long time the pain he always felt had disappeared. For the first time in along time he was happy. There was one thing that was bugging him though. Harry. He missed his appointment, he had to apologize. He unsteadily arose and moved sideways to sideways to Harry's room. Before he got there his leg got caught on a table leg, he fell down the ground and he got covered in glass, water and lilies, he had also cut his hand on a shard of glass. This sobered him a little, so little bit so the pain was back.

Snape came thundering out of Harry room and said, "What are you doing? I thought I had told you to stay in your room for Harry sake."

"Harry?" Sirius croaked, "When have you ever called him Harry?"

"It's a recent development, Black," Snape sneered.

"Whatever, what where you doing in Harry's room? Are you trying to turn my godson against me?" Sirius slurred slightly, his hand bleeding freely.

"No, I am not, I was just trying to see if he was okay after his dogfather came in late, hammered, and missed his appointment. Now tell me why are you out? Are you trying to hurt Harry more?" Snape said viciously, glaring at the blood on his cream carpet.

"No, I wanted to apologize," Sirius sighed, trying and failing to get up from the floor.

"Then wait until you're sober," Snape snapped, and stormed back in Harry's room, and of course his robes were billowing behind him.

I promise to update next week and have you guys seen 'A Very Potter Musical and it's sequel by Starkid? You have to watch it, it's hilarious. It's on youtube so check it out, see ya next week xx