corresponds with Uawe at the beginning of the fourth book. Warning there is spanking in this scene
The group had just finished reading the chapter titled the Dark Mark, the darkness of the chapter moving them to break for dinner. At Sirius prodding Harry made his way into the kitchen to help Mrs. Weasley.
"I notice he isn't helping," Harry grumbled playfully to himself. Of course he knew the reason for that. With the exception of a few odd moments his godfather and Mrs Weasley got on like oil and water. It was best to keep them apart.
Molly was delighted by the offer and quickly set him chopping carrots for the meat pies.
"I actually wanted to talk to you about something," she began as they continued their tasks. "Something I heard in the reading this morning that bothered me."
"What was that?" Harry asked curiously. He knew she'd been upset over her sons antics but thought everything had been said at the time.
She turned from the stove to face him, her expression determined. "It's about the letter you wrote to Sirius dear, about your dream."
"What was wrong with it?" He asked, snapping a lid down on his temper. Mrs Weasley hadn't kept it to herself that she didn't approve of their relationship and Harry wasn't in the mood to listen to her insult his godfather. However he knew neither adult would tolerate out right disrespect.
"Oh nothing, well it was a little short on details but we won't hash that out again," she chided softly.
"But you think I should have wrote to you instead," he interrupted, his voice harsh despite his best efforts.
She gave him a disapproving look at him tone. "Well yes, but not for the reasons you're probably thinking."
"Mrs Weasley," he began earnestly. "I know you don't think Sirius is a good influence for me but he really is."
She gave him a reassuring smile. "I know that dear, I've seen it for myself. It's actually Sirius I'm worried about."
Thrown off kilter Harry stared at her in bewilderment. "What do you mean?"
She walked over, taking the knife out of his hand and placing her hands on his shoulders. "Sirius is just getting his life back. And raising a child is a lot of responsibility. Oh he's not one to shirk his duty and he loves you but I think you need to consider if you should be putting that much of a burden on him, especially give your circumstances."
Harry blinked in confusion. "You think I'm hurting him by wanting him be be my parent?"
She hesitated for a minute. "I think you need to ask yourself if you want to set back his recovery when there are others of us who could share the load so to speak."
He gazed at her dazedly, the thought of his godfather suffering for him horrifying the teen. "Thanks Mrs Weasley. Um I'm going to clean up for dinner."
Stumbling out of the room he made his way to the nearest bathroom. Locking the door he leaned over the sink staring at his reflection. Was she right? Sirius got out of Azkaban and immediately started taking care of him. Instead of basking on a beach somewhere he was fighting werewolves and eating rats. How healthy was that?
But wouldn't Sirius have said something? He argued with himself. Of course not, he loves you. But maybe he's tried and you just haven't listened. He did send you in to help Mrs Weasley. Maybe he asked her to say something.
He glared at his reflection. She's just upset that I chose Sirius over her.
Or maybe he wants a break. Maybe he's tired of hearing you fight Voldemort. Maybe he does want to go to that tropical beach and relax for once.
"Shut up." Harry yelled, slamming his fist into the mirror.
White hot pain lanced through his hand shocking him back to reality. "Sirius loves me," Harry reassured himself. "He wants to be here with me."
He grimaced at the blood dripping from the gashes in his hand. "And he's going to be buggered something awful about this."
Another burden you'll be placing on him. His reflection on a shard of left over mirror seem to taunt him. Having a godson that has to be constantly reassured and babied about being loved.
"Stuff it," Harry growled though he was thinking deeply. Sirius was going to be mad that he'd hurt himself but he'd also be worried and maybe hurt thinking Harry didn't believe him. Maybe that stuff Mrs Weasley had said wasn't true but he could still spare the man over worrying about this.
Grabbing a towel he wrapped his hand up tight before carefully binning all the broken glass and wiping down the sink. Making sure his makeshift bandage was in place he shoved his hand in his pocket, thankful for the first time for his extra baggy pants.
"Hey," Sirius greeted him as he made his way into the reading room. "Where were you? You missed dinner."
"I ate while we were preparing," the teen fibbed. He forced a grin on his face. "I wanted some time to prepare for my next big prank."
Sirius gave him a suspicious look but let the matter drop as Remus caught his attention.
Letting out a relieved breath Harry sank into his seat. For the next two hours he forced his mind to remain on the reading, giving out the expected reactions when needed. Still though that annoying voice in the back of his head wouldn't leave him alone and he found himself studying his godfather, taking in the lines bracketing his mouth and the circles under his eyes.
When it was finally announced that they were finished for the night he was the first one out of his seat, quickly making his way to the third floor study. There he pulled his hand out of his pocket.
"Gross," He said gagging at the soggy mess.
Before he could process the sound of the door opening his godfather was standing in front of him.
"What happened?" The man demanded. His actions warred with his tone as he gently unwrapped the towel.
Harry stared at him blankly. "What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here?" He asked in disbelief, sharing a look with Remus who was standing in the doorway. "We've been able to smell blood on you for the last hour. Why didn't you say anything?"
"I didn't want you to know," the teen mumbled
Sirius gave him a sharp look that had him squirming. "So you were deliberately trying to hide this fro me?"
"Sirius," Remus broke in before he could start lecturing. "What do you need?" He asked gesturing to the hand.
The dog animagus looked at the wound fully for the first time, cursing under his breath at what he saw. "Antiseptic, skin closer and some kind of splint," he called out gruffly,.
Remus hurried away as Sirius dragged the moroseful teen to the closest bathroom attracting the attention of the eldest Weasley.
"So that's what happened to the mirror in the bathroom downstairs," Bill murmured.
"You punched a mirror?" Sirius asked his godson in disbelief as he began cleaning the wounds. "Why would you do that?"
"I don't want to talk about it," the teen mumbled refusing to make eye contact with either man.
"Harry if someone made you mad enough to do that we need to know about it," Bill tried to reason with him. He sighed when Harry remained stubbornly silent knowing Sirius would get it out of him one way or another.
He departed for his own room as Remus returned with an assortment of supplied. "I ripped up a pillowcase for bandages but this is all I could find for a splint," the werewolf said, holding up a 4 by 12 inch piece of wood.
"I might have another use for that first," Sirius growled accepting the two potions. Harry blushed realizing what his godfather was referring to and he eyed the wood warily.
"This will burn some," Sirius told him as he poured the antiseptic into the wounds. Harry winced and instinctively tried to jerk back but his godfather had an iron grip on his arm. "These gouges are deep and it'll take the skin closure time to work," he continued as he spread the second potion on. "This splint is to keep you from making a fist and breaking them open before they're healed."
He looked up locking eyes with his godson. "If you take it off before I give the okay I won't hesitate to wear your backside out with it."
Harry hurried to nod, his face red once more.
"Is there anything else you need Sirius?" Remus asked. He nodded when Sirius shook his head. "I'll leave you to it then," he said giving the teen a piercing look before leaving the room.
Having completed his ministrations Sirius grabbed ahold of an ear and pulled the kid back to the study.
Harry yelped and tried furiously to keep up, rubbing his ear with his good hand once his godfather had let go. "What was that for?"
"What was that for?" Sirius asked flabbergasted. "You sat there bleeding like crazy when all you had to do was ask for help and you want to know why I'm mad!" The man demanded. "I don't understand why you didn't tell me."
He took a deep breath visibly calming himself down. "You realize that I'm going to spank you for this?" He asked sternly. Harry gulped but nodded, biting his lip when Sirius lifted his chin so they made eye contact. "I'm not punishing you because you broke the mirror, hurting yourself in the process. I'm pretty sure I know what caused that and her name is Molly Weasley." He nodded grimly at the widening of the teen's eyes, vowing to have a stern word with the woman later. "You're in trouble because you deliberately hid the injury and then lied to me about it and continue to hide the reason for that from me."
He sighed at the continued silence from Harry. Pushing away the hurt the action caused he pulled his godson to the couch, upended the teen over his lap, and disrobed his lower half exposing quivering cheeks. "I spanked you not two days ago and two days before that. Obviously I'm not being hard enough or you wouldn't keep finding yourself in this same position."
Not giving the kid time to reply he brought his hand down in a firm smack to the right cheek followed quickly with one to the left side.
Harry sucked in a breath at the sting as Sirius kept up a the quick tempo. Soon he couldn't hold back his yelps as the fire continued to rage, his legs kicking out in protest. In response Sirius lifted his knee exposing a new target which had the teen breaking down in tears. He delivered 10 more heavy snacks before stopping and rubbing his hand down the teen's back.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked the question he most wanted the answer to.
He sighed when Harry refused to answer once more. Hardening his heart and tightening his grip around the teen's waist he swung his hand down to the crease between the buttock and the thighs earning a howl from Harry
Harry gave in after another ten smacks. "I...didn't …..want...to...burden you," He cried. Sirius immediately stopped, his shoulders slumping in relief.
He rubbed Harry's back as the kid continued to cry, murmuring assurances. "You are not a burden, not even when you find yourself in this position. I am here for you always and I need you to be able to come to me for anything."
Harry continued to cry, not just from the spanking but from the shame filling him. He knew what Sirius was saying was true so why had he let Mrs. Weasley fill his head?
"Can I get up?" Harry asked softly once he'd calmed down. In answer Sirius lifted him to his feet, averting his eyes as the teen pulled up his boxers. Harry couldn't help letting out a low moan when the fabric touched his bum.
Sirius opened his arms in invitation, sighing in relief once the sniffling boy was leaning into him for comfort. "I don't like doing that but I will every time it's needed.," he said carding his fingers through the sweaty hair. "I do it because I love you. It's not a burden but an obligation, one I'm proud to have. You're my son and I love every part of you, even the parts that don't make sense sometimes. Believe me when I say I don't want you suffering in pain or injured because you're afraid to tell me. I'll be a lot less mad than if you hide it."
"I can tell," Harry mumbled wetly, burying his face in his godfather's shoulder.
"Don't you know an injury to you hurts me twice as much, even a spanked bottom?"
Harry looked up to see that there were indeed tears on the man's face. "Sorry," he whispered, ducking his head back down.
Sirius tightened his grip on the boy. "I know you are pup and I'm sorry too. Merlin but I feel like a monster for doing that."
Harry quickly shook his head. "I deserved it."
"You did," Sirius agreed. He dropped a kiss onto the mussed hair. "You know better than to listen to Molly, especially with Dumbledore whispering in her ear."
Harry shifted sleepily. "I know. She went about it differently this time though. Said I was hurting you by putting all this responsibility on you and that you were too good of a man to tell me to stop."
"Sneaky bitch," Sirius grumbled before looking down at Harry. "You did exactly what they wanted you to. I should spank you again for being so gullible."
"You won't. Harry said with confidence as his eyes slid shut.
"Of course not," The man murmured. "I don't want to do it in the first place. You're as bad as your father when it comes to getting into trouble."