What's up?! New chapter for Puppy Love! I have to say, I love all the reviews I've gotten. You people rock. Enjoy!
Sirius was practically bouncing as he followed the little Prongslet to the cupboard. He refused to think of it as Harry's bedroom. He quickly stooped down, surveying the contents. There was a shelf above the tiny bed that held horrifying overlarge clothing, completely unsuited to a boy Harry's size, and in awful condition. Next to these were a couple of small toys, mainly broken figurines, and a tattered stuffed rabbit that was missing an ear.
He refused to let himself get mad. Harry was already frightened enough of him, so he simply stuffed Harry's belongings into his pillowcase, snatched it up, and turned to beam at his godson. Harry blinked back a little uncertainly. "Ready to go?" he asked cheerfully.
Harry gave a little nod, knocking his glasses askew as he reached up to rub his eyes. "Yes, Mr. Black," he mumbled.
"You can call me Sirius, you know," he said, simultaneously straightening and scooping Harry up. The little boy looked hilariously startled, but carefully put his arms around Sirius's neck. He gently pressed the little boy's head to lay on his shoulder. "Try and get some sleep."
For a moment, as they stood there waiting for Remus, Harry remained stiff as a board in Sirius's arms, before relaxing so suddenly that Sirius nearly dropped him. A little face pressed into the side of his neck, soft breaths puffing against the skin there, and Sirius beamed. He wanted, so badly, to dance through the Muggle house in victory, but settled instead for swaying side to side in what he fervently hoped was a soothing manner. It was like Christmas and New Year's and his birthday all rolled into one, and he had trouble keeping his movements slow and steady.
When Remus left the kitchen fifteen minutes later, Sirius had given up on rocking and was pacing the hallway, Harry fast asleep on his shoulder. "Having fun?" Remus inquired, raising a brow at the manic expression on his lover's face.
"I think he likes me," Sirius mumbled giddily, craning his neck at an odd angle so he could glance at Harry's face. Remus stifled a laugh, gently pulling the pillowcase out of his hands. "Did you curse Dursley?" he added, sounding just a tad hopeful. Remus gave him a stern look.
"No, I did not, and you shouldn't have, either," he scolded. Sirius pouted. Sometimes, his werewolf was no fun at all.
I can just SEE Sirius leaping through the house, tail just a-waggin' away. It would be fabulous.
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