Author's Note: I'm so sorry it took this long...I've had work, school, and golf to content with, and I'm about to have a nervous breakdown. One would think writing would help, but that little voice keeps saying You should be doing your reading for school.......

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my character and plot.

Chapter Fourteen

"Come again, now!" Vernon Dursley called as she walked out to the car with Harry. "Anytime, then! For tea any odd day!"
Brynn had the striking impression that Vernon Dursley really liked the look of her Porsche sitting in his driveway. Petunia waved politely as well, but her nose was upturned as usual.
"So what's my surprise?" Harry asked.
"You'll see."
"I thought it was riding in the car with you," he said. "I had no clue you were coming." He glanced back at the trunks strapped to the back and down at Hedwig's cage, which sat empty on his lap. Hedwig was off delivering mail to Ron.
"Well now that I've come for you, and all your summer things are being whisked away...well what's the surprise now?" she asked.
"I have no clue!" he exclaimed. "Just tell me! I'm dying here!"
They pulled into her sister's garage and locked the car up. From there they took a bus to downtown London, where they were let off three blocks away from Grimmauld Place.
"London?" Harry huffed, towing his bags.
"Yes," she breathed back, hauling the largest trunk behind her.
"It'd be so easy to just magic these," Harry grunted, stopping to rearrange the bags.
"Wouldn't it, though?" she responded.
Their conversation ceased when they neared the square, and Harry eyed her suspiciously. "But this isn't—"
"Shh," she whispered, pulling the paper from her pocket. As Sirius's house sprang into view, they quickly hoisted the bags and walked straight through the front door.
"What's this all about?" Harry whispered, fearing waking Sirius's mother.
They heard footsteps on the stair and Harry turned to look. Descending the staircase was Sirius, grinning broadly and running down the last stairs to embrace Harry in a large hug.
"But how did you...?" Harry trailed off, looking up at Sirius.
"Brynn," he said simply, gesturing to her. "She saved me."
They all embraced, one happy family.
"And you're back now?" he asked hopefully.
Brynn grimaced, as did Sirius. They studied each other.
"I'll just take Harry's things upstairs to his room," she said, magicking the many trunks into the air, where they floated calmly up the stairs. Brynn followed them as she heard Sirius begin, "Well it's like everyone says, isn't it...?"
She shook her head, and vowed to speak with Dumbledore immediately regarding Sirius's return to the veil. The trunks floated into the first room upstairs, which contained a large four-poster bed with thick, dark green curtains that cascaded down and nearly touched the floor. Hedwig's cage hung itself on a coat rack in the corner. Home sweet home.
Brynn sat on the edge of Harry's bed and cried.

Later in the day, after eating Sirius's poor attempt at dinner, they sat in the drawing room catching up with one another. Brynn rose and walked toward the doorway.
"Right now, close your eyes, boys," Brynn said, looking back at them.
Surprisingly, they did as they were told without question. Brynn pulled four heavy leather-bound photo albums from a large cupboard and brought them back to the sofa they were sitting on.
"Okay, open."
They both looked and laughed as Brynn dumped the heavy volumes onto Sirius's lap. She sat beside him and Harry sat on the opposite side. She and Sirius exchanged a meaningful look, and as she turned her look to Harry she noticed he was looking at them as if they were his parents. A pang went through her as she realized that they were his parents now, really. After all, Sirius was his godfather and Brynn was as good as his mother; he knew that she would do anything for him.
Sirius cracked the first volume and they were greeted by a screaming Harry.
"Oh, what a lovely ickle boy," Sirius crooned, and Harry lobbed him one to the head.
After looking at various pictures of Harry's childhood, which seemed to stop when he was roughly three months old, they turned to Sirius's album. It was bound in finer leather than any of the other volumes, and the first picture was of a very posh woman holding a tiny baby with jet black hair. The baby looked as if he daren't cry.
"There's my dear mum," he said bitterly, flipping pages quickly.
They looked at all the pictures of him: Sirius's first steps; Sirius blowing up his carriage; Sirius's first day at Hogwarts, proudly displaying his new robes; Sirius and James, giving each other rabbit ears and grinning conspiratorially.
Brynn's book gave the usual pictures as well: Brynn playing Muggle sports; Brynn at a swim meet when she was five, screaming each time a boy pulled her swim knickers down; Brynn at a Muggle prom; Brynn with her father next to their Porsche.
The fourth album held pictures of the Order. There were pictures of James and Sirius goofing off; Lily Potter and Alice Longbottom conversing over tea; and all of them sitting at a large table, looking gravely at each other.
The newest Order pictures began from the last year: Mundungus, Fred, and George talking in low, murmuring voices; Sirius and Brynn looking meaningfully at each other across the table, so as not to be seen by anyone; Mr. and Mrs. Weasley hugging each other at dinner. The last photo in the album was one of Harry, Sirius, and Brynn, who sat at the very same couch they were sitting at now, smiling happily. Brynn had one leg swung over Sirius's lap, and he had his arm resting comfortably at her waist. Harry was grinning widely, his arm draped across Sirius's shoulders.
They closed the album together and Brynn gazed at Harry, who was looking at Sirius.
"I think it's time for bed," Sirius said, making an effort to stand.
They all retreated upstairs, Sirius and Brynn hugging Harry before he retreated to his bedroom. Sirius rested his arm between her shoulder blades as he always had, giving her a quick look that made her knees weak.
Once in their bedroom, which was at the very end of the hall, Sirius flopped into bed with a loud sigh as Brynn began disrobing.
"I think I'm going to take a shower," she said, walking toward the bath.
She walked back into the bedroom to find him exactly as she'd left him: his hands were propped under his head, and he was staring fixedly at the ceiling. Brynn straddled him and began toying with the dark hair that began at his navel. He gave her a look that burned her to the core, making her hands tremble and her knees go weak once again.
He placed his hands lightly on her hips, moving her toward him. "I missed you."
"It was only a few minutes while I was in the shower," she whispered, running her fingers across his scratchy face—it didn't matter how many times a day Sirius shaved: by the end of the day he'd always have rough stubble. She loved the way it grazed her fingers when she ran them across his cheeks.
"It seemed like an eternity."
She was lying beside him now, pressed tightly to him, one leg slung across his stomach and an arm hugging him. She buried her face in the crick of his arm, feeling, for the first time in months, comfort. After she'd inhaled his familiar scent, she sighed happily as his arm rested familiarly on her back.
"Harry looks happy," she said, tracing the line of his abdominal muscles.
"Yes," he sighed, massaging her back with his thumb.
She kissed the side of his abdomen, making him squirm. As she continued to kiss, she soon felt Sirius grow hard against her right arm. She decided to make him wait a few moments, and she continued to kiss from his navel to his boxer line, then made her way from left to right across his stomach. His leg twitched restlessly, and she smiled to herself as she gave him one final, aching kiss, then reached inside his boxers, making him squirm further as she touched him.
Just before she knew Sirius would roll her over and take charge, she effortlessly slipped off her shorts and straddled him once again, leaning down to kiss his hungry lips before finding the right angle and sliding him inside her.
He groaned as she moved in a slow rhythm, torturing him with her deliberately sluggish pace. Placing his hands delicately on her hips, he began moving her faster, and she gave him the evil eye.
Sirius laughed, pulling her toward him.
"Such a sadist," she whispered headily, leaning to kiss his pulpy lips.
"Likewise," he mumbled, tracing the line of her spine with his forefinger, causing her to moan throatily in his ear.
"Oh, love," he sighed, responding to her moaning.
They moved together and Sirius became noisier, but Brynn pressed her lips against his, silencing him. As she began to moan she bit Sirius's shoulder, causing him to push further inside her. An echoing erotic sigh erupted throughout the house, but Brynn didn't care anymore. She felt herself being lifted higher and higher, until she felt herself fall over the edge and tumble downward......
Sirius was on top of her now, breathing heavily into her neck. A few short sighs escaped her before she was kissing him greedily, wanting him all over again. Succint gasps escaped her as Sirius combed her hair with his fingers, pushing into her again, already hard.
He pumped in and out quickly; this time was more rushed. She moved faster and faster to his rhythm, clawing his back and trying to muffle her moans in Sirius's strong shoulder. She came twice before he did, and finally he came again, dissolving into her as their sweaty bodies meshed.
Sirius, quickly remembering his weight, slid off her, though still holding her shivering body. His fingers quickly found her hair and his lips became attached to her neck.
"Quiet, Sirius, we have a child now," she breathily scolded as he moaned into her neck.
He laughed, then looked seriously at her. "I can't get enough of you..."
Any exhaustion Brynn had completely faded away as he explored her entire body, and she writhed and moaned pleasurably. After coming together one last time, Brynn was overcome with exhaustion and fell quickly asleep, Sirius's strong hand resting gently on her thigh.
The next morning, she woke to find Sirius sleeping peacefully, his arm now thrown haphazardly across her stomach. She looked at the clock and saw it was nearly lunch time, and quickly threw on her shorts and shirt from the previous night. When she practically burst into the kitchen, she found Harry there, reading some school material.
"Morning, Harry," she tried, quickly putting the kettle on.
"Morning." he said, smiling at her.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, taking things from the fridge.
"Yes. I mean, I had a snack when I woke up but I'm hungry now."
"Alright, then. What would you like?"
"Anything's great," he said, turning back to his studies. She sat the kettle in front of him along with some milk and sugar.
"Eggs fine with you? There's really not much here, you see..."
"Brilliant! That sounds excellent."
She stood at the counter whisking the eggs and turned when she heard footsteps. Sirius quickly came to her, kissing the back of her neck and sticking his hand down the back of her shorts. She stuck her bum out to move him away, then turned around to face him.
"Harry's in the room, Sirius!" she scolded, though she was smiling, then she turned back around to finish making breakfast.
"In that case..." he said. "Harry, this is how you say good morning to your love on Saturday mornings."
He smacked her bottom playfully, then wrapped his arms around her waist. She giggled as he kissed into her neck, and she almost moaned when he whispered "I'm utterly mystified by you" so softly that she almost didn't hear it. She turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing him closer.
Brynn kissed him passionately until he pulled away from her, grinning evilly. "No, no, Brynn, Harry's in the room," he teased, buttering toast and taking it to the table. "It always works," he winked at Harry, laughing as he took a piece of toast.
She looked evilly upon him as he poured orange juice into Harry's glass, meanwhile staring at the dark hair that began at his navel and disappeared into the pants he wore...
He grinned at her after seeing her staring, and she quickly turned back to the eggs, which had flipped themselves out of the pan and into a large bowl. She carried them to the table and took a seat next to Harry.
Excusing herself on the pretense of needing a shower, Brynn walked upstairs to allow Harry and Sirius to spend time together. She let the hot water and steam intoxicate her until she was no longer lucid; however, a few moments later her reverie faded and she realized how soon one month was. Because she was banging her head against the shower wall, she didn't hear Sirius open the bathroom door, nor did she lucidly hear what he was saying to her: in fact, she thought his voice was just caught in her head.
"Brynn!" he exclaimed, sliding the shower curtain open. "I've been calling you for the last five minutes because of this loud banging noise!"
She stopped and looked at him, water hitting her head and gliding elegantly down her face. Her swollen lips were parted as she stared at him, his face the perfect picture of worry. Unthinkingly, she pulled him toward her though he was still fully clothed, and he instinctively stepped into the shower with her, immediately being drenched by the powerful flow of water.
Brynn, mouth still gaping, held tightly to his shirt, bringing him further toward her. She pulled it over his head quickly and threw it down on the shower's floor. He watched her unbuckle his belt and quickly pull down his jeans, and she felt him sway as she kissed his hardness. Pinning him against the wall, she went down on him in the shower, his pants still around his ankles.
His breathing grew heavier as she pushed him further and further into her mouth, sneakily glancing up at him a few times to find his face cloaked in absolute ecstasy. She'd never before realized how hard it was to grip someone in the shower. Her eager hands kept slipping from his legs, until she finally gave up. He came in her mouth soon after, and his head rested against the shower wall.
As she stood beside him, he quickly put his hand at her waist and kissed her neck as he always did.
Brynn stared at him stupidly, having nothing to say.
"Harry's waiting for you," she offered foolishly.