Author's Note: Well, enjoy!

"Potter," Snape drawled.

Harry looked up. "Yes Professor?" he replied respectfully.

"Come with me," he drawled. The boy dutifully rose, leaving his things where they were – if it came down to it, Draco would gather it all for him. He followed the Potions Master, only slightly surprised when he was led to the older brunet's quarters. "There is someone to see you," he stated, before he let the boy in. He opened a door and waited for the boy to precede him.

Sirius Black was waiting in the room, varying emotions flitting across his face. "Uncle Siri?" Harry breathed.

"Yes," he breathed, heartfelt, and opened his arms to his godson. Harry flew into them, holding his godfather as tight as he could, Sirius following suit. There was a slight catch in his godfather's breathing, and he had to fight back tears of his own – he would react later, when he had privacy.

It was several moments before Sirius pulled back enough to look at his godson's face, keeping a loose hold upon him. "I don't know if you're aware, but I'm your godfather," he stated. Harry nodded, expression curious. "I just wanted you to know, that if you ever want to, you can have a home with me."

"I'd love to," he replied immediately.

"Yeah?" he asked with a grin. His godson nodded rapidly. "Would you like to spend Christmas with me?" he asked softly.

"Yes!" he replied brightly, causing his godfather to chuckle softly.

"Then I'd better get to work on finding us a place, and making it presentable," he murmured.

"I'll have you," he stated, leaning into the touch as Sirius stroked his hair gently. "That's enough."

"I'll have to do better than just that," he remarked. "And hopefully better than the Leaky Cauldron," he murmured. Harry smiled. "Would you like me to become your official guardian?" he asked softly. Harry nodded quickly. "Then I'll get to work on that as well," he stated.

Harry scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, and took a step back. He turned to the potions Master, who leant casually against the wall. "Do you have spare parchment and a quill Professor?" he asked, voice respectful. The potions master handed the items over without comment. He scrawled a few quick lines out of both of their eyelines, and cast a quick drying charm. He folded it, and handed the quill back to his Head of House before turning to his godfather with a determined expression. "Promise me, that you'll only open it if you have trouble becoming my guardian," he spoke earnestly.

"I promise," he vowed as he accepted the note. "Why?"

He licked his lips. "Because I'm concerned you might be a Gryffindor if you read it," he murmured.

He cupped the boy's cheek gently. "I am going to do my best to put you first, from now on," he spoke earnestly. "Even if it means going against my Gryffindor instincts." Harry leant into the touch with a smile.

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Draco slipped through Harry's bedcurtains and found the brunet biting down hard on his bottom lip as his breath hitched. He quickly cast a silencing charm. "What is it?" he asked in concern.

"I got my godfather back," he spoke, breath hitching at the end.

"You held it in until everyone was asleep," he murmured. The brunet nodded. "Come here," he urged and opened his arms. Harry's eyes were wide. "If you don't allow yourself to react, it will happen at an inopportune time," he stated. "So come here," he coaxed. Harry slid across the distance between them. "Let go," he breathed as he enfolded him in his arm. He stroked the brunet's hair softly as he began to sob.

He held onto the former-lion long after his sobs quietened. "I get the feeling I'm going to be more frustrated this time around," Harry murmured.

"Oh?"

He shifted back to meet the blonde's gaze. "The first time around I didn't experience many urges-"

"You did have other things on your mind."

"But I think it's likely I will this time. It'll be rather frustrating waiting for our bodies to catch up with us."

"They don't have to catch up the whole way," he stated. Harry's eyebrows rose. "Yes, we can't go further than handholding and the odd chaste kiss now," he conceded. "But at thirteen we can snog. This time I will be your date to the Yule Ball," he spoke firmly.

"Hoping not to be a Champion this time around, but love to," he answered with a grin.

"At fifteen we can start to experiment. Although, given how compatible we are, we should probably wait until we're older to get to full sex, just in case."

"So it's true that contraception charms fail when you're compatible?"

"It's more than that. What do you know about soul mates?"

"The one that's perfect for you. Heart, mind and soul."

"Yes, and with the magical there's another level to it. Two people that are perfect on all other levels, that don't have magical compatibility, will eventually break up." He blew out a soft breath. "Essentially, when soul mates are intimate, their magic wants to combine, which would create a baby."

"So a contraceptive charm is asking magic to go against itself?"

"Which is why they fail."

"So will we have to wait until we're seventeen?"

"While we can get married at sixteen, it's probably best not to. But that doesn't mean we can't do other things," he promised.

"Like I said," he huffed, "frustrated." The blonde laughed softly. "Draco?"

"Yes?"

"Stay with me tonight?"

"Of course."