Disclaimer: Oh, I don't own Harry Potter. That privilege belongs to J.K. Rowling and soon, hopefully if I don't get sidetracked, Mr. Sirius Black.

Author Notes: Thanks to all who reviewed and also thanks for asking your questions because if you don't, I will forget important stuff such as the Dursley's and their (Sirius/Harry) relationship, because I am just that clueless…thanks for reminding me!

P.S. Once again, I apologize for my sidetrackiness…it's just that…I am easily distracted…I will try harder, I swear! PLEASE FORGIVE!

Time Slip

Chapter 14

Snuffles

Sirius looked at Harry and blushed. "What?"

Harry looked at him innocently. "I asked when do I get that ride you promised."

"Umm…" Sirius looked so confused and flustered, that once again Harry was struck by how cute he was. He faced looked relieved as if he just thought of something. "Oh, you mean by my motorcycle…"

Harry just raised an eyebrow. "Mostly…" he muttered under his breath.

"Hmm, what did you say?"

"Nothing…"

Sirius looked at him curiously. "Well, it's kind of not working and I wanted to add some features that the thing didn't have…so it will probably be like the end of this month…" (By the way, I don't think I said when Harry showed up, so maybe like the beginning of the month July.)

"Really, so possibly I can get my ride on my birthday?" Harry asked with an innocent smile on his face.

The other boy's eyes went wide. "Your birthday is this month?"

"Yeah, July 31." Sirius looked annoyed, which made Harry's heart jerk painfully. "What's wrong?"

Sirius looked at him and looked into his eyes. "Oi, Harry, I'm not annoyed with you…I am pissed at myself and the rest of us."

"Why?"

He started to pull at his long hair. "Well, because we never once asked you today when your birthday was."

Harry shrugged. "That's okay…you would've asked sooner or later…"

"Well, we should've asked because your birthday could've been like tomorrow or today and we wouldn't have known…"

Harry sighed. He wasn't about to tell Sirius that he really never had a birthday till like second year, that would definitely piss him off and all he wanted to do at the moment was go to bed…he was getting really tired. "It's alright, Sirius, really…I am kind of tired…"

Sirius still looked unconvinced but decided to let the young man go to bed, other then the fact that he was a bit tired. "Fine, I'll let you go to bed…" He smiled and blew a kiss. "Night." He said, walked into his room and closed the door.

Harry smiled and knew he wasn't going to be having any nightmares tonight.

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July 31, 1977

Harry woke up groggily on this day cursing the sunlight that poured into his room. He had stayed up late last night finishing reading one of the many books he had found interesting in his bookshelf…it wasn't hard with the selection. Harry rolled over to his left and glared at the alarm clock. It read 8:07 flipping A.M. Who in their right mind got up on a vacation day that early! Merlin, he usually slept till like…what…11 o'clock.

Then after saying some colorful things about early morning, he rolled over and came face to face with two glowing blue eyes. It took a moment to register that someone was staring at him. After it did sink in, he jumped about a foot in the air with a surprised shout, which landed him on the floor on the other side of the bed with a banged head looking up at the ceiling.

He must have been lying there for about a minute, unmoving, before the person who had scared him at the ungodly hour of 8a.m, looked over the edge with a worried expression. Long black hair hung down over the worried face of Sirius Black. "You okay Harry…when you didn't come back up, well…I thought the bed might've eaten you…or I knocked you unconscious…"

Harry would've glared but he seemed to still be too tired to care. "No…I'm fine… just…so tired…" Harry mumbled out. "What are you doing up anyways?"

"Well, it's your birthday, obviously! Don't you ever wake up early to on your birthday and force everyone to sing to you over and over and over and eat ALL the cake you wanted?"

Harry grabbed the blanket that had fallen with him and curled up into a ball. "No, I never woke up early…I would have preferred to have slept in…" he muttered through the blanket that was covering his head.

There was a creak of the bed and a moment of silence, which got Harry's hope up about going back to sleep for just when he was closing his eyes the blanket was lifted up slowly. Harry slowly moved his head to look at Sirius, who was kneeling by his head. He couldn't make out what Sirius features were saying…

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"The Dursley's weren't very nice to you, were they?"

Harry woke up with that statement and stared at him. All he had told them was that when he was left alone as a child, is that he went to live with his aunt, uncle, and cousin…the Dursley's. And when he was asked how he was related, he said that Aunt Petunia was Lily's sister and she married Uncle Vernon and that his cousin Dudley was about the same age. And when they asked him how he was treated…well, he just said he was treated fine not wanting them to worry or go kill them. "Why do you say that Siri?"

"Because you never talk about them and you basically just said that they didn't give a damn about your birthday."

Harry smiled softly. "Can we talk about this later? I really should get up and changed."

Sirius glared at him. "Trying to get rid of me?"

"Of course not." Harry said as he stood up. "I did say we could talk about this later, didn't I?"

Sirius stood up as he did and they stood facing each other. "Sure, but only because you are the birthday boy." Sirius smiled, leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. "Though come tomorrow, you are going to get one HUGE interrogation."

Harry smiled innocently back. "Really? Why would you want to do that?"

Sirius just shook his head and walked out the door. "See you later birthday boy!"

Harry watched him leave with a warm smile on his face. The happy smile turned into an all out scowl when he turned back to the clock, which said it was 8:10a.m. He muttered as he got his glasses and went to his closet to find clothes for the day.

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When Harry had finished changing, which was into black slacks and an emerald green shirt, he walked out into the hall and heard mumbling coming from across the hall. He turned, interested in finding out what someone could be muttering at this time in the morning…which was now about 9:00…he took awhile to get ready. He walked across the hall and put his ear to Sirius' door. "Yes, you're soooo cute, yes you are!" Harry heard Sirius cooing through the door. 'Oh, I just gotta see this…' he thought to himself as he opened the door slowly and walked in. What he saw was Sirius, (his haired pulled back into a loose ponytail, dark blue hoodie, and blue jeans), back bent over something and him cooing at something which he couldn't see because his back was towards him. His room looked just like Harry's, except blue with random stuff on the wall and indefinable things on the floor.

Harry coughed. "Um, Sirius, should I be jealous?"

Sirius shot straight back and whipped around with something still clutched in his hands. Harry's eyes went wide and he raised an eyebrow as he took in what was in Sirius' hands. "It's not what you think…" Sirius said shocked.

"Really?" Harry said with a laugh in his voice. Sirius nodded his head vigorously. "You mean to tell me that I don't see you swooning over a teddy bear?" Which Sirius was. He was swooning over a raggedy brown teddy bear with black button eyes, a little black leather jacket and a piercing in its left ear.

"His name is Snuffle-Wuffles…I mean Snuffles." Sirius said quickly with a blush.

'Ah,' Harry thought. 'That's where we got the name.' "So, Sirius? Who gave you Snuffle-Wuffles?"

Sirius looked down at the raggedy bear with love in his eyes, which made Harry's heart warm…it was such a cute site. "My Nanabooboo…I mean my great-grandma gave it to me when I was born…I added a few touches to it, such as the lovely piercing…"

"Did it hurt?"

Harry received a glare for that comment. "As a matter a fact, it did hurt him, you teddy bear hater."

"I don't hate Mr. Snuffles."

"Good. Now, let me finish showing off my lovely teddy bear." Sirius picked it off from his lap and held it up. "I also gave him the matching leather jacket and a tattoo." Sirius turned his teddy bear upside down and showed its butt to Harry, which was a picture of a red heart with silver wings. Harry smirked. "Why are you smirking at The Almighty Snuffles? Are you secretly laughing at him, because if you are I will have to defend Mr. Snuffles' honor."

"Oh, I am not laughing at Mr. Snuffles…I am just wondering if you have a matching tattoo…"

Sirius' eyes went wide and then they went to an evil smirk. "Well, maybe you will just have to find out…" He went to stand up but Harry stopped him with his next words.

"What is our relationship?"

The teddy bear lover dropped back to the floor and blinked blankly at the not-so-loving-the-whole-teddy-bear person standing in front of him. "Our relationship?"

"Yes, 'our relationship'. I have been wondering that for a while…you kiss me and flirt with me constantly and you are a bit more then a wee bit possessive of me, but you never kiss me in front of James or the other two nor do you kiss me in front of the Potters, though that might just be because they are adults, but anyways, I like you Sirius and I know you like me and if James really loves you like a brother then I think he would let you have me…or at least not slit your throat in your sleep, because a true friend would at least stab you in the front, not the back…" Sirius looked at Harry blankly. Harry started to blush. Why wasn't Sirius answering? "Sirius, you have any comments?" Sirius shook his head slowly and slowly stood up. He set his bear on his bed and walked towards Harry. Harry looked up into his face when he was right in front of him. "So, you aren't going to say anything, are you?" Harry felt hurt, more hurt then he could ever really remember…though Sirius dying and other such stuff came really close the feeling of sadness right then. Harry looked down and turned to head out the door, thinking this was the worse birthday he had ever had…he would take a birthday at the Dursley's any day if he didn't have to be here at the moment.

Harry was stopped by a hand gripping his shoulder and stopping him. "Harry…"

"What?" he asked shortly, trying to act mature and not just tackle the man behind him or cry.

"I'm sorry…I'm not the most touchy-feely kind of person and I am having a really hard time trying to figure you out…I really suck at things that concern the heart…I've been told by quite a few girls that I am a cold hearted bastard and I really don't want to mess this up…so will you please just give me time to figure this out?" There was a note a pleading in his voice. His head was down looking at his feet, though Harry can't see this.

When Harry didn't do anything, Sirius started to pull his hand dejectedly away, thinking that he had just ruin what he had been trying to save, when Harry's hand grabbed his. Sirius saw both Harry's hands grab his one and felt his hand get squeezed. "Of course I will Sirius…" Sirius looked up shocked at Harry's smiling face. "That's all you had to say…" Sirius still didn't look convinced until Harry went up on his toes and kissed him gently on the lips. "Let's go to breakfast…" Sirius nodded and let Harry lead him down the hall.

They were half way down the hall when Harry said, "Sirius?"

"Hm?" Sirius asked smiling at Harry's back.

"Who were those girls that called you that?"

Sirius looked at the back of the other mans head curiously. "Why?"

"So I can go kick their bloody arses for saying such an outrageous lie to you."