AN: Ok, if your wandering why Sirius is talking the way he does, let me remind you; He is from the seventies, and back then they spoke like stoners. Lol. I can imagine Sirius adopting the speech from Muggle music, a bit of television he might have caught at some point or simply from listening to muggle's talk...it would have really pissed off his parents...(Or at least that's my thinking...) also, it highlights the differences between young Sirius and older Sirius, and the differences between the 90's in which Harry lives and the 70's in which Sirius grew up. :) Hope that's cool with you lot.
The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of 60 minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is. - C. S. Lewis
"This place has a lot of...chickens." Sirius said as he walked through the Burrow's garden beside Harry.
Harry chuckled. "Yeah, but I like it here."
"Can't say that I blame you mate, after living with those Muggles most of the summer...even this place must feel like a holiday." Sirius watched a Gnome run across the lawn, Hermione's massive ginger cat, Crookshanks hot on its tail. "What is it like?"
"What is what like?" Harry asked, blinking in confusion.
"Living with Muggles!" Sirius turned large silver eyes on Harry and he felt an odd kind tightening in his gut, Sirius was close to him and his eyes glittered in a way that made Harry feel odd.
"Well...it's...boring." Harry muttered, tearing his eyes from Sirius'. "I'm not allowed to do any magic...but then, I'm not here either. But at least when I'm here I...I feel like I belong." He sighed and shook his head. "But that sounds stupid, doesn't it?"
Sirius looked at him gravely. "Not at all, mate. I understand completely."
Harry realised that he probably did, he had hated his family and he must have felt like an outcast with his beliefs. He felt a smile tug at his lips as he realised he and his Godfather had much more in common than he had first thought, this thought cheered him. Suddenly there was the bright sound of laughter and both boys turned to see Ginny Weasley stepping out from behind the Chicken coop, Hermione was at her side and they both had baskets full of eggs. When the red-head spotted them she smiled even wider and tugged on Hermione's jumper, together they walked over. Sirius leaned close to Harry, whispering in his ear. "The red-head's cute." He grinned as Harry shot him a glare.
Ginny stopped in front of them. "Hi, how did you sleep Sirius?"
Sirius smiled in response. "I think your brothers and I are kindred spirits, I had a nose through their boxes, their sense of humour is excellent, I slept fine."
"Oh! Harry, Mum's been looking for you. She say's Dumbledore will be popping by to speak to you...something about something he never got to tell you when he took you from your aunt and uncles."
"Oh, ok. Thanks, Ginny." Harry turned and walked back up to the house, Sirius didn't follow. He stood still, one hand in the pocket of a pair of battered, borrowed jeans and a small frown on his face.
"Does Harry have a girlfriend?" He asked, turning to face the two girls. Ginny flushed slightly.
"No...why?" Hermione said, raising an eyebrow.
"Hmm...no reason." Sirius grinned. "So, I bet the girls fight over him with sticks?"
Hermione and Ginny exchanged glances. "Er...not really." Ginny said, still looking uncomfortable.
Sirius' eyes widened. "What? You're kidding? James has six girlfriends under his belt...!"
"Well, you see...Harry's different." Hermione said softly. "He's got a lot of weight on his shoulders and so he hasn't had much time for dating...but he did go out with Cho Chang for a while..."
"Was she pretty?"
"I-I suppose so...why?" Hermione looked at him suspiciously.
"No reason. Just trying to get to know my future Godson, is all." He shrugged and absently kicked at a stone. His clothes were old ones that had belonged to one of the Twins, they were slightly too big, the legs of the jeans had to be rolled up several times and the t-shirt was baggy but they were comfortable. "So, I'm taking it he's already had his first kiss?"
"Yes..." Hermione's expression became more and more suspicious.
"How come he's not beating the girls off?" Sirius' eyes sharpened and he looked intently at the girls. "There must be more reasons than he's not had time..."
"Well, he's had a difficult time at Hogwarts, he's gone from being hero to enemy several times in the space of a few years...why don't you ask him these questions?"
"He won't tell me, will he? Guys don't spread that kind of stuff around. It's like...when James tried to get with Bianca Heartly in fourth year, they went on one date but didn't get any further because she wasn't putting out and James was all like 'I can't tell people this!' so he told people they'd got busy in Filch's broom cupboard on the third floor." He grinned. "Only I found out the truth from her friends...and ruined that one. I had 'Bastard' written across my forehead for two weeks after that one." He giggled.
"That's horrible! Why would he tell lies like that?" Hermione looked horrified.
Sirius raised an eyebrow. "To save his rep, man. No guy wants or needs girls holding out on him, makes him look like a prude and a virgin, doesn't it? So he bends the truth."
"Harry wouldn't do that." Ginny said firmly.
"No, I guess not...He's much too naive for his own good...I should change that." He gazed back at the house with a small smirk playing on his face.
Hermione shared a confused glance with Ginny. "And how do you propose to do that?" She asked slowly.
"Oh, no one will get hurt, trust me, baby." He winked and set off back up the hill, aiming a casual kick at a gnome who scuttled away and began swearing at him and waving its little fist.
That night Harry lay awake listening to Ron's gentle snores. He sighed heavily and rolled onto his side, staring out at the dark room. Suddenly he heard a creak on the stair and sat up, the door was open a crack and he stood, moving cautiously to it and peeking through the gap. He saw a dark figure moving towards the staircase, trying to be quiet, then it stilled and he heard a soft chuckle.
"Evening, Harry." Sirius whispered. "Wanna come with me? I'm going for a smoke."
"Is that a good idea? The Burrow's under a lot of protection if we go beyond the barrier..."
Sirius tisked quietly. "We're not going beyond the barrier. I just need a nicotine fix...come on."
Harry grabbed a jacket and his glasses and followed Sirius down the stairs and out into the night, the air was cool and smelt of summer, he took a deep breath as he followed Sirius across the garden to the fence. The moon was high in the sky and Sirius removed a packet of cigarettes from his pocket before lighting up with a match, he offered the packet to Harry who declined with a shake of his head. "So," Sirius began as he shoved the cigarettes back into a pocket, he leaned back on the fence and watched Harry intently. "I've heard you're pretty similar to your mother...Evans."
"I wouldn't know." Harry replied.
"She's a goody two shoes, and loud about following rules. Worse than Moony." He smiled. "But James is obsessed with her...I think he asks her out at least three times a day." He chuckled and blew smoke from his lips as he tipped his head back so he was looking up at the night sky. "James is...a good guy." Sirius closed his eyes and smiled. "I live with him now, after running away from my parent's house..."
"I know. You told me..." Harry replied, he shivered slightly as the wind picked up.
"I did?" Sirius smiled as he looked at Harry. "Cool. Saves me having to repeat the story...what with all the screams of 'filthy Bloodtraitor', 'ponce' and 'I will not have a poufter for a son'...get's a bit tiring after a while."
Harry gaped. He had not been expecting that. "Y-You..."
"I thought you said I told you?" Sirius raised an eyebrow.
"Not...not the details, no."
"I see. Then I'll tell you now; I slept with a couple of guys...I've never been fussy about gender when it comes to sex and my little brother ratted me out when he caught me with Fin Applewood from Hufflepuff in the second floor bathroom." He laughed quietly. "It was worth it just to see his face! But anyway, my parents found out and went mental. Tried to stop me from returning to Hogwarts, told me it was the damned schools fault that I had 'gone gay'...as if! So I ran. Better than getting my head kicked in by my father again...The Potter's took me in, great people. Treat me like a second son...and James is brilliant." He smiled softly, his eyes glittering like the stars in the sky. "I hear you haven't...explored...very much."
"I-I...what?" Harry stepped back a bit looking shocked, he felt heat flood his face and looked away. "I just...haven't met the right person." He said with a frown.
"I see...and what happens when you do? You'll want to impress them, won't you? Losing your virginity is hard, can be messy and it's embarrassing at times." Sirius watched Harry intently as he stared down at his trainers. He smirked, enjoying his discomfort. "Don't worry about it, you'll get your fair share of fun when the time comes I'm sure of it." He patted Harry on the shoulder. "Not everyone can have the same confidence as me." He winked and took a last drag on the white stick between his fingers before stamping it into the ground.
"Why are you talking about all this?" Harry asked with a frown.
"Just curious. You look like James..." Sirius' smile looked a bit forced as he gazed at Harry. "Looks like my fairy tale will never get a happy ending." He said quietly before he moved away. "Come on, let's get back."
Harry paused, a small frown on his face as the pieces clicked into place. "You were in love with my father, weren't you?"
Sirius stopped, he tipped his head back and looked up at the sky, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. "Correction; I am in love with him." he whispered. "He's not dead in my time...and I intend to keep it that way, even if I have to die to do it...Harry...?" He turned and gazed directly into Harry's eyes. "I'll stop it. I promise you...I don't care if I have to watch him marry Evans and play happy families, I'll die to keep him alive, understand me?"Harry could only nod and Sirius smiled wonkily again, the pain obvious in his eyes. He stepped closer, pinning Harry against the fence as he stared at him with wide eyes. Their faces were inches apart and Sirius' eyes sparkled dangerously. "So much like him..." He breathed, brushing a lock of hair from Harry's eyes. "...I could kiss you right now..." He smiled and leaned closer, Harry was too stunned to move or even blink. "But then you'd probably punch me..." His tongue darted out and wet his lips as he looked into Harry's green eyes. "I wander if it would be worth it? Maybe you'd even taste like him..."
"S-Sirius..." Harry found his voice, but it came out sounding cracked and slightly girly.
"Push me away." Sirius muttered, his eyes alight with an intense ferocity that made Harry's pulse race and his heart beat quicken. "You really should, you know...before I do something we'll both regret..." Sirius leaned closer and Harry's throat closed over in panic, he was frozen to the spot and all he could see was Sirius' lips, all he could feel was hot breath against his face...
"Harry? Oi! Harry? Where are you?" Ron's voice sliced through the air like a knife and Harry gasped in a sharp breath as Sirius stepped away and turned to the house.
"Here..." Harry began, but his voice came out rough and weak. He cleared his throat, determinedly avoiding Sirius' gaze. "Over here, Ron!" He called, thankfully sounding much more normal.
Ron's shadow moved towards them, as he drew closer they noticed he was wearing a dressing gown and slippers. "What on earth are you doing out here?" He asked sleepily. "When I woke up you were gone so I..."
"Assumed the worst." Harry said, managing a smile. "Sorry, Sirius and I were...talking." He ignored Sirius' snort that quickly turned into a fake cough, luckily Ron didn't seem to notice.
"Let's get back in...'m cold..." Ron said through a yawn in which Harry shot a glance at Sirius who was watching him with his head cocked to one side and a curious expression on his face, he looked away quickly to hide the blush that threatened to creep into his face.
"Alright, let's go." He said and began making his way back to the Burrow.
Once he was back in bed he found himself lying awake and thinking of how close Sirius had been.