Disclaimer- Harry and co are not from my imagination, they come from the
great mind that is J.K Rowling. If you see any characters and don't
recognise them from HP, they belong to me.
Author's note- Yay!!! I've finally updated my story, I'm very happy! There will be more chapters soon, I promise!
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Chapter Four - Enjoying
Harry and Draco had been on holiday for a month now, it was July, Harry was going to be 17 in a few weeks. Draco had turned 17 in February, and, at the beginning of the holiday, Sirius had suggested that both Draco and Harry get passports, and send off for driving licenses. Harry had asked why, and Sirius had told him 'You never know when you might need a passport or when you might need to drive a car.' What Harry and Draco didn't know was that in three weeks time, the three of them were going on a holiday to America for Harry's birthday.
For once, Harry was really looking forward to his birthday, even though he didn't know that he was going to New York to celebrate. Sirius knew that he had never had a proper holiday, not living with those monsters.
He had often wondered how two sisters, Petunia and Lily, could be so different. One a muggle, one a witch, but were they really so different? Both had married, both had had one son, born within months of each other. But, while Petunia had been given the opportunity to have more children, she chose not to, or was unable to, he didn't know. But Sirius had known that Lily and James wanted at least three children. Lily had always said that she wanted a boy and two girls. She'd once confessed to him that she'd already picked out names for all of her children, this was before she became pregnant. She'd wanted three children, named Harry, Amelia and Zoë.
Sirius had always planned to tell Harry this, but had never been able to find the moment, as Harry was always with a friend. He realised he had the perfect chance this summer. He could tell Harry how many times he'd sat up late, wondering about things. Would Harry be famous if his parents were still alive? Would he have two younger sisters called Amelia and Zoë if Voldemort hadn't killed his parents? No-one could answer those questions.
Harry however, was too busy thinking about things of a different nature to really notice that his godfather was quiet. Harry was trying to figure out his sexuality.
He'd always admired boys/men of his own age, in his house, in his school, but he'd also liked girls for a while too. He was so confused. There wasn't even a friend to talk about it with, he didn't really want to discuss it with Draco, he didn't know why. However his concentration was broken by Draco wandering into the room, looking at the two, silent occupants of the kitchen, grabbing a drink, and walking out again. He almost jumped when Sirius broke the silence.
"Harry, when Draco goes back to his house tomorrow to get his other things, could we have a sort of. . . godfather to godson chat?"
"Yeah, sure. Why?"
"I've just got some things I want to talk about with you."
"Okay. I think I might go to the cinema this afternoon, there's a film Draco and I want to see. You want to come with us?"
"No, that's okay, you two go. Bring me back some sweets or popcorn though, 'kay?"
"Yep." And with that, Harry went to shower and get ready.
Sirius cursed himself for falling for the muggle sweets available in London. He had a particular liking for jellybeans. While not every flavour, at least you always knew that you'd get a flavour you liked. He had to prepare himself now to tell Harry everything that he wanted to tell him, had wanted to tell him since he'd met his godson in Harry's third year. Now Harry was going into his seventh year. He'd grown up so fast, Sirius could hardly believe it. His godson was almost 17 years old.
In the past year or so, Harry had matured so much. He'd shot up, he was as tall as Draco, and a little taller than Ron, he was around 5'11". His face had got less round, his features were more defined. During his first summer with Sirius, he'd decided he'd like to try contact lenses, and he now wore them almost permanently. He'd got some clothes which actually fitted him, rather than Dudley's old cast-offs. He had such a good eye for style, he and Draco were a good friendship match, which was surprising considering their history.
Draco had changed also, not a lot. But he had got taller, and his face was thinner. He had changed in himself since he had arrived at the Black house. He was finally completely happy, after years of pain and suffering, like Harry.
Author's note- Yay!!! I've finally updated my story, I'm very happy! There will be more chapters soon, I promise!
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Chapter Four - Enjoying
Harry and Draco had been on holiday for a month now, it was July, Harry was going to be 17 in a few weeks. Draco had turned 17 in February, and, at the beginning of the holiday, Sirius had suggested that both Draco and Harry get passports, and send off for driving licenses. Harry had asked why, and Sirius had told him 'You never know when you might need a passport or when you might need to drive a car.' What Harry and Draco didn't know was that in three weeks time, the three of them were going on a holiday to America for Harry's birthday.
For once, Harry was really looking forward to his birthday, even though he didn't know that he was going to New York to celebrate. Sirius knew that he had never had a proper holiday, not living with those monsters.
He had often wondered how two sisters, Petunia and Lily, could be so different. One a muggle, one a witch, but were they really so different? Both had married, both had had one son, born within months of each other. But, while Petunia had been given the opportunity to have more children, she chose not to, or was unable to, he didn't know. But Sirius had known that Lily and James wanted at least three children. Lily had always said that she wanted a boy and two girls. She'd once confessed to him that she'd already picked out names for all of her children, this was before she became pregnant. She'd wanted three children, named Harry, Amelia and Zoë.
Sirius had always planned to tell Harry this, but had never been able to find the moment, as Harry was always with a friend. He realised he had the perfect chance this summer. He could tell Harry how many times he'd sat up late, wondering about things. Would Harry be famous if his parents were still alive? Would he have two younger sisters called Amelia and Zoë if Voldemort hadn't killed his parents? No-one could answer those questions.
Harry however, was too busy thinking about things of a different nature to really notice that his godfather was quiet. Harry was trying to figure out his sexuality.
He'd always admired boys/men of his own age, in his house, in his school, but he'd also liked girls for a while too. He was so confused. There wasn't even a friend to talk about it with, he didn't really want to discuss it with Draco, he didn't know why. However his concentration was broken by Draco wandering into the room, looking at the two, silent occupants of the kitchen, grabbing a drink, and walking out again. He almost jumped when Sirius broke the silence.
"Harry, when Draco goes back to his house tomorrow to get his other things, could we have a sort of. . . godfather to godson chat?"
"Yeah, sure. Why?"
"I've just got some things I want to talk about with you."
"Okay. I think I might go to the cinema this afternoon, there's a film Draco and I want to see. You want to come with us?"
"No, that's okay, you two go. Bring me back some sweets or popcorn though, 'kay?"
"Yep." And with that, Harry went to shower and get ready.
Sirius cursed himself for falling for the muggle sweets available in London. He had a particular liking for jellybeans. While not every flavour, at least you always knew that you'd get a flavour you liked. He had to prepare himself now to tell Harry everything that he wanted to tell him, had wanted to tell him since he'd met his godson in Harry's third year. Now Harry was going into his seventh year. He'd grown up so fast, Sirius could hardly believe it. His godson was almost 17 years old.
In the past year or so, Harry had matured so much. He'd shot up, he was as tall as Draco, and a little taller than Ron, he was around 5'11". His face had got less round, his features were more defined. During his first summer with Sirius, he'd decided he'd like to try contact lenses, and he now wore them almost permanently. He'd got some clothes which actually fitted him, rather than Dudley's old cast-offs. He had such a good eye for style, he and Draco were a good friendship match, which was surprising considering their history.
Draco had changed also, not a lot. But he had got taller, and his face was thinner. He had changed in himself since he had arrived at the Black house. He was finally completely happy, after years of pain and suffering, like Harry.