Prompt: big hairy dog
WARNING: slash (obviously), language, death OMC (in a way), HPatOfP spoilers, could be considered chan
Crime and Punishment
Sirius didn't know when he first started liking Harry. As a person, as himself, not just as James's son.
He suspected it was when he snuck in to the Hogwarts grounds, to watch Harry's first Triwizard task. He suffered through some stupid blonde girl, some stupid Bulgarian, a goddamned Hufflepuff, and about thirty thousand fangirls petting his 'pretty luscious manly silky mane.'
He caught his breath as Harry finally walked out, and stood in front of a dragon easily fifty times his size, looking vulnerable and determined. Sirius found himself wondering if Harry would die before he even tried to steal the egg.
And then, Harry Summoned his broom, and leaped on it, and Sirius caught his breath for a different reason.
Wheeling up high in the sky, Harry was a hawk. Swooping down in unbelievable dives, looping in circles around a constantly lashing dragon's tail which should have caught him, but never did. Harry's face slack with fierce joy and triumph. Sirius decided that any creature who could be that wild and free was worth knowing for their own merits, not for the glory of their forefathers.
And as Harry was caught up by a riotous crowd of backclappers and adoring girls, Sirius pushed his way through the masses. He nudged Harry's hand with his shaggy head. Harry's eyes lit up with a different kind of joy, and Sirius couldn't help but feel a coil of something spring up in his stomach. He tried to ignore it as Harry knelt down and wrapped his arms tightly around the large black dog.
But that something went away as easily as the happiness in Harry's face when Sirius licked him.
Which is to say: it intensified.
oOo
Sirius did know, however, when he first started loving Harry.
At the Department of Mysteries, about a year and a half later.
Harry was throwing spells and ducking curses, laughing with reckless abandon. Sirius caught his breath once again.
Harry looked so… beautiful.
Sirius felt a curse hit his chest, and he fell backwards, drowning in wide green eyes.
oOo
Sirius placed his hand gently on the Veil. He was sure the pain in Harry's gaze was reflected in his own. Harry reached up to put his hand about an inch away from the Veil. If Sirius looked at their hands the right way, it appeared they were touching.
As Harry's twisting form was wrenched away from the Veil, he stretched out his hand, still trying to reach Sirius.
Sirius had read somewhere that not even Death could stop true love. Well, some bloody piece of supernatural fabric certainly wasn't going to.
He vowed that someday he and Harry would be together again, and no fucking Dark Lord or Headmaster or Veil would stop them.
After all, dogs were notoriously obstinate.
