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Chapter 4

Harry flopped on the large maroon couch in the small, cluttered living room and looked into the fire. Sirius always had one going. It made the house feel cosier. Slowly, his eyes closed, and he dozed off to sleep, never noticing his godfather in the doorway.

When he woke up, he found that he could barely move his head without his neck hurting painfully.

"Don't move," Sirius called from behind him. "You shouldn't sleep in such positions. You'll keep getting cricks in your neck." He scolded the sixteen year old. He gently turned Harry to the side, and sat behind him, careful not to jolt the Golden Boy's body. Carefully, Sirius rubbed small circles on the smooth, pale skin, applying small amounts of pressure.

The two sat there, while Sirius massaged the tender spots. "God, Siri. You have incredible hands." Harry complimented him. His chin was leaning against his chest, and his voice came out in a great purr of sorts.

Sirius smiled, but asked what had been on his mind. "So, how long have you liked Snape?" He gave an involuntary shudder.

The raven haired boy gasped and blushed. "How-when...I mean....Oh Merlin," Harry looked at his hands. "For a year now."

"What?!" Sirius roared. How could James not tell him. "You could have told me and at least have let me done something about it."

Harry snorted. "Yeah, right. No one can, not even Dra." He was shocked when Sirius jerked him around. "What did I do?"

"You little tramp. You're suppose to be with me." A predatory glare silenced the Boy-Who-Lived's next question. "Why couldn't you come to me, James?"

For the second time, Harry gasped.

***

Draco sat in his godfather's rooms quietly staring at the floor. "The wood work can't be that interesting. What's the matter?" Severus watched the blonde worriedly.

The Slytherin heaved a sigh. "I don't know. I feel bad leaving Harry there alone. It doesn't feel right."

The Potion's Master studied his actions and went to sit on the black leather couch. "Draco, why did you ask about Harry's father?"

"I...Sirius...,"He took a breath and explained what happened. "He even called him that when Harry was sleeping. It's messed up."

Severus stared in horror. "I knew no one came out of Azkaban as sane as Black. Damn him. Come, Draco. We might be too late."

The blonde followed his godfather out the door, realizing something was terribly wrong.

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Harry waited in terror as he was forcefully thrust to the couch. "Sirius, I'm not my dad. I'm Harry, your godson?" He pleaded with the older and stronger man.

"NO!" Steel blue eyes flashed violently. "You're mine. You promised me. Don't you remember?"

Harry knew that if he fought it would only get worse, but he couldn't just let it happen. "Sirius, don't. Please. I'm begging you."

Lust shone in the other's eyes. Okay, obviously begging wasn't such a good thing. "You always were the masochist." A smirked graced the older wizard's lips.

A tear ran down Harry's face, as he felt his pants being ripped at the buttons and torn off. Boxers followed, and he was left exposed and vulnerable to the one of the three people he thought he could trust. A cry tore from his wind chapped lips as Sirius gave a single thrust into him. He blinked and could see his uncle laughing hysterically. Then, he'd see Sirius's face in ecstasy. Soon, he couldn't tell the difference.

He stopped struggling and drifted off in his mind. Slowly, he lost all thought, except for one thing. There's no one he could trust. He was all alone in black. Pure blissful darkness.