I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does.

Part 11: Firewhiskey

Harry will find out that firewhiskey can set more than his throat on fire.

A/N: Chapter 7 has been revised, please check it out.

Light filtered into the room, spreading out until it reached the sleeping occupant. With the light hitting the back of Harry's eyes, he groaned as he woke up. Sitting up, he blearily opened his eyes. There was a figure in the room with him, sitting in a chair. With his blurry vision, he couldn't make out any of the details so he fumbled around for his glasses.

"How's the head?" A familiar voice asked.

Harry had found his glasses and looked up to his godfather's angry face. Harry fumbled for an answer. "I-I'm fine."

Sirius didn't look convinced, he thrust a potion in front of Harry's face. "Drink this." He said curtly.

Harry hurried to obey, not wanting to argue with his godfather. At least not when he seemed so angry. Swallowing the potion he made a face. "Uggh! What is this stuff?"

"Hang-over potion."

"Hang-over potion? Why are you giving me hang-over potion?" Harry looked up, puzzled.

Sirius looked at him incredulously. "You don't remember?" He asked as he held up a bottle of firewhiskey.

An empty bottle.

Suddenly it all came back to him.

-- Flashback --

No one was more surprised than Harry to hear his name called out of the Goblet. Going through the whole proceedings, Harry felt numb. There was a sense that it was all so surreal. Harry barely took note as his furious 'uncles' lit into Dumbledore, the accusations from the other schools, and even when Mr. Crouch explained the rules. He was still in shock. That shocked state carried with him when he went to the Gryffindor tower. With the party going on, no one listened to his feeble protests that he had not entered his name in the goblet, frustrated he made his way up to his dorm.

His argument with Ron had snapped him out of his stupor. Words were said, and insults were traded. When Ron closed the curtains of his bed, Harry couldn't help but feel terribly alone. He only went into the room to retrieve his cloak. He retreated back towards the party and slipped in unnoticed. Making his way towards the twins' stash of food, he found what he was looking for.

Firewhiskey.

He grabbed the whole bottle and made his way out of the tower. Fifteen minutes later in the owlery, found a very sad and lonely Harry Potter drowning his sorrows to the world.

-- End Flashback --

With the memories of the previous night coming back, Harry couldn't help but be filled with dread and confusion. He remembered drinking last night, but how did he get to Sirius' room?

Sirius must have noticed Harry's initial look of recognition, because he started in on him.

"What were you thinking!? Drinking like that? Do you have any idea how scared I was?" Sirius exclaimed.

Harry was stunned into silence.

Memories of the night overwhelmed Sirius and he buried his face in his hands, shuddering, while thinking of what could have been.

-- Flashback --

After an unfruitful yelling match, well it was Remus and Sirius yelling, Dumbledore stayed infuriatingly calm, Dumbledore called for a staff meeting to discuss the new development in the tournament. Sirius ducked out, on the excuse that he was a volunteer and also pointed out that Remus would fill in for him. Before anyone could protest he was gone.

Sirius made his way to the marauder's quarters, finding his way to his to Remus' room he pulled out the Marauder's Map.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good." He said while tapping his wand on the blank parchment.

Sirius' eyes scanned the map looking for the dot that said 'Harry Potter'. Sirius was hoping to find him alone and in his dorm room so that he could talk to him. Sirius panicked slightly when he looked all over the Gryffindor tower and there was not a trace of Harry.

Sirius searched the map for places Harry might be, finally he settled on the owlery where he found the 'Harry Potter' dot to be resting.

Transforming into Padfoot, he quickly made his way to Harry. What he found made his heart stop.

Beside an unconscious Harry Potter was an empty bottle of firewhiskey.

Sirius scooped up Harry, grabbing the invisibility cloak and the empty bottle, he broke out into a dead run. Finding himself back at the marauder's quarters he set Harry down on his bed and then headed for the common area where the first aid kit was. Finding what he was looking for, Sirius rushed back to Harry's side.

"Come on, kiddo, open up." Sirius said as he pried Harry's mouth open. Popping a bezoar into the teen's mouth, he massaged his throat so that he would swallow. Hearing Harry successfully swallow the poison neutralizer, Sirius breathed a sigh of relief. Settling himself down on the desk chair he sat and watched his godson sleep. He knew that he was in for a sleepless night.

-- End Flashback --

Sirius pulled himself out of his memories to look into the face of his worried godson.

"What were you thinking, drinking the whole bottle? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? Harry, you could have died!" Sirius asked, distressed.

Harry looked at Sirius confused, then he remembered. " I didn't drink the whole bottle. In fact, I don't think I drank even a quarter of it."

At Sirius' questioning gaze he continued.

"I took one sip and was so surprised on how it tasted I spilled almost all of it on myself. There was only about this much left, and I drank all of that before I fell asleep." Harry held his fingers apart about an inch.

Relief flooded Sirius and he slumped bonelessly into the chair. Yet despite the overwhelming need to simply hug his godson and rejoice in the fact that he was alive, Sirius knew that the he would have to make the next few minutes very unpleasant for his godson.

Sirius steeled himself for what he had to do.

"Harry, do you have any explanation for drinking alcohol?"

"I-I guess I wanted to forget…" Harry trailed off and looked distant.

"Forget what?" Sirius asked, his anger momentarily forgotten.

"Everything! The stupid tournament, everyone not believing me, and the row I had with Ron!" Harry was nearly in tears as he practically yelled his reasons.

Sirius swept Harry up into a hug. "I believe you. Remus believes you. Even Dumbledore believes you. And know this, Pronglet, even if the whole world turns against you, I will be there for you." Sirius said fiercely.

Harry was stunned by the vehemence he heard in his godfather's voice. Letting himself relax into his embrace, the events of yesterday came crashing down, and he wept into his godfather's chest.

They stood like that for several minutes before Harry pulled away.

"I'm sorry." Harry mumbled.

"Never apologize for crying on my shoulder, that's what I'm here for." Sirius said gently. "Now tell me about this row that you had with Ron."

Harry looked down. "Ron doesn't believe me. He thinks I went by myself to enter my name in the goblet." Harry said sullenly.

Sirius let out a sigh. Now came the hard part.

"Harry, I know that you may have been depressed, but drowning your sorrows is not the answer." Sirius said seriously. "You were drinking alone, and that can be very dangerous, especially for a small child."

"I'm not a small child! I'm fourteen years old! Besides, I bet you were trying alcohol at my age!" Harry said angrily.

"Watch your tone young man! And for your information, yes, we tried drinking when we were still underage, but that was different." Sirius said sternly.

"How-"

Sirius cut Harry off. "First off, we were sixteen years old, we were mostly done with our growing. And second, we didn't drink alone. And we certainly didn't drink more than a shot!"

Harry studied his feet, he knew that he was in big trouble, but that didn't stop him from trying to weasel out of it.

"I-I was depressed, what with everything happening and all!" Harry defended weakly.

Sirius narrowed his eyes, he realized what Harry was doing. "No go Harry. I'm not going to let you play the guilt card. You are going to get a good spanking for this."

Harry's head snapped up at the mention of a spanking. As if any spanking could be good.

"No!" He exclaimed. "It's not fair! I don't want a spanking!"

"Too bad, because what you deserve and what you will get is a spanking." Sirius said in a tone of voice that brooked no argument.

"I'm doing you a favor here, Harry." Sirius said.

Harry looked at him puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"If it were Remus, he would be required to report this to your head of house. Remus would definitely paddle your bottom, but McGonagall might also decide to cane you on top of that." Sirius explained. "As a volunteer, I'm not staff, and so I'm not required to report this to Minerva."

Harry blanched at the thought of a caning.

"If you don't submit to my spanking, I WILL tell Remus, and believe me, he won't be as lenient as me." Sirius threatened.

Sirius took out his wand and transfigured a book into a hefty paddle, he then took a seat on the bed and beckoned Harry. "Come here." He said in a very commanding tone of voice.

With shaky knees, Harry obeyed and made his way to his godfather's side. As soon as he was close enough, Sirius unfastened his trousers and pulled him over his lap. He then bared the boy's bottom. Bringing the paddle down it connected with Harry's bottom with a loud CRACK!

Sirius quickly peppered Harry bottom with hard smack with the paddle.

Harry nearly lurched off of Sirius' lap as the first smack landed. A powerful sting spread throughout his bottom, and then it only got worse.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Over and over again the paddle landed, lighting a fire in Harry's hindquarters. It wasn't long before tears filled his eyes and he was crying.

"What is this spanking for, Harry?" Sirius questioned.

"For OWWW! for drinking! Owww!" Harry cried out. "I'm sorry! Owwww! I won't do it again!"

"That's right you won't!" Sirius snapped.

"Why is drinking bad?" Sirius continued.

"Be- Owwww! Because it's dangerous! Owwwwiee!" Harry wailed.

"That's right! SMACK! You could have died if you had too much! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Drinking alone is never good SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Especially if you don't know your own limits! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" Sirius lectured.

"OWWWW! I'm sooorrryyy!" Harry was sobbing heavily by this point.

Sirius sensed that Harry was reaching his breaking point, he surveyed the deep red bottom before him. He then raised his knee and brought the paddle down ten more times. He aimed the swats at Harry's sensitive sitspot. And then he was done.

Harry was sobbing hard and it took him several minutes to realize that Sirius had stopped paddling him. Sirius rubbed gentle circles on Harry's back, and when Harry had calmed down enough that he was softly sobbing, he gathered him up into an embrace. Harry buried his face into his godfather's strong chest and cried the pain away. Rocking Harry gently, Sirius hummed a lullaby that he used to sing to Harry when he was a baby. Harry soon fell asleep, the exhaustion of the spanking and the drinking had caught up to him. The few hours of sleep he got after being drunk was not enough to satisfy his body.

Seeing that his godson was asleep, he pulled his shorts and trousers up. Harry didn't even stir as the garments brushed against his sore bottom. Sirius then brought Harry into the bed and then transfigured his clothes into pajamas. He removed Harry's glasses and placed them on the bed stand. Tucking the boy in, a relieved smile crossed his face. He gave one last look at his godson before climbing into the other side of the bed. Only then did he let himself fall into an exhausted sleep.