Title: Victims of War

Author: Myss Naughty

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Sirius Black and Harry Potter / Sirry

Fiction Rated: M

Status: Complete

Archive: Please e-mail me at story revolves around male/male relationships and contains sexual situations, if you don't agree with these subjects don't read – Simple!

Disclaimer: These characters are not mine; they belong to JK Rowling etc. I make no money from my stories, just borrowing Sirius and Harry for my own sadistic pleasure. Set in my unique universe though may touch slightly on the timelines in the novels.

Authors Note: Originally posted within my Livejournal on Tuesday 16th November 2004 and Re-written purely for my own satisfaction. MA Version available within my Livejournal.

Summary: With the war finally over, Harry longs for a happy ending.

The stairs creak as they ascend to the third floor and Harry wonders if it's the house showing its disgust at having both a half-blood and a traitor walking within its walls. The wall-ensconced candles barely light their passage but neither needs the illumination and as Harry trails his fingers along the stained wall beside him he's certain the surface moves in revulsion underneath his touch, but somehow he manages to convince himself it's all in his imagination, at least for now.

As they reach the top of the stairs Harry feels his godfather's hand come to rest upon his right shoulder, can feel the tremble he's trying so desperately hard to contain and as Harry turns round he catches the doubt swirling within those enthralling grey eyes.

And Harry understands, he truly does for he's thought long and hard about the consequences, through all the possible actions and reactions of this; he's sure people won't comprehend, in fact he's damn sure they won't, but he's tired of living his life how others want him to, tired of being how others want him to be.

Now all he wants is to be left alone to live his own life, to be with the man before him.

"I want this!" He says, his voice unsteady as he lays his right hand on Sirius' chest feeling the rhythmic thrumming of his heart underneath. "I want you…"

The silence between them is deafening, Sirius watches mesmerized as Harry runs his tongue almost teasingly across the surface of his lips, can feel the heat from his hand as it seeps through the thin material of his top and he knows he should feel guilty, should feel as though he's betraying the trust James and Lily placed in him all those years ago when they made him Harry's godfather.

But he doesn't and he wonders if that makes him immoral.

Sirius knows neither of them asked to be victims of war, they'd relied, depended upon each other for so long for survival, for protection, foolishly never realising they'd grown so dependant, so close until it was too late.

Perhaps if there had been no prophecy then this situation wouldn't be happening right now, they wouldn't be standing here on the verge of making a decision that might just turn out to be the worst mistake either of them ever make, that might just ruin everything.

And that was what was scaring him the most.

"No matter what we decide Sirius, no regrets!"

Harry says softly as though he knows exactly what the man before him is thinking and Sirius wonders with slight amusement if he has always been so notoriously easy to read.

"I can't lose you Harry not if this…"

Fingers curl slowly round the material of Sirius' top, crumpling the soft fabric in his grasp as Harry draws him in breaking his sentence with a possessive yet surprisingly gentle, claiming kiss.

"We're both scared." He whispers against parted lips. "But I think you only truly lose when you don't take the chance for happiness!"

Cloth settles back into place as outstretched fingers trail languidly down Sirius' taut chest, before finally all contact is lost as Harry turns and without looking back starts down the hallway.

"We both deserve a chance at happiness don't you think?"

He calls back before walking through the open doorway of Sirius' bedroom, his fingers the last to disappear from round the frame.

Harry doesn't need to turn round to know Sirius has followed him his breath stills as he feels the closeness of the older wizard's body against his back.

"No regrets..."

Sirius sighs, his breath hot against Harry's skin as he gently pushes the door closed behind them.