In Ten Minutes
Okay, the 'ayes' have it, and the winner is…drum roll Sirius/Harry. Yes, I know a lot of you are disappointed, and I'm sorry. Well…no not really. I actually wanted this to be Sirius/Harry. I won't start the relationship until maybe chapter 6, 7 if I'm having trouble. Those fights that Sirius and Harry are having are part of the plot. You'll see later… Okay, I've read some of the reviews, I know that some of you aren't happy with the pairing, while this story will stay like this, I can offer one thing to all you Harry/Ginny fans, I will still have this story, but I will do another story much like this one, but maybe with a different story line, how about that?
"DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME, WHILE I'M TALKING TO YOU!" came the loud bellowing voice of Sirius Black. More yells, a thump and a crash were heard.
"HEY! DO NOT THROW THINGS AT ME!" Sirius cried again. There was a screech, and thumping, signaling that someone was coming down the stairs. The figure, which happened to be Harry Potter, was rushing towards the direction of the library, to calm himself down.
"SHUT UP! YOU FLEA-RIDDEN MUTT!" this came from Harry.
"IF YOU WOULDN'T WALK AWAY FROM ME, I WOULDN'T BE YELLING".
There was a loud thump, as a book hit the library wall, a battle like screech, and a small black blur charged up the stairs.
"So help me Merlin Sirius, if you do not cease that incessant screech, you call a voice, I will do it for you", Harry said, not yelling this time. Though, the tone of his voice was deadly, and promised the consequence of pain, if the aforementioned man did not cease and desist.
"Oh, I'm quaking in my boots", Sirius replied mockingly. Harry glowered at him, fingering his wand he raised it up.
"Silencio" Harry muttered.
Sirius stood still, Harry could tell that he was yelling, but Sirius made no sound. Making for a very humorous sight indeed.
Harry thought so too.
"What's the matter Sirius? Kneezel got your tongue?" Harry asked innocently. Harry could tell, because he studied this often, that when Sirius was mad his jaw would clench and unclench, much like it was doing now. Harry also knew, that if he kept this up the vein in Sirius; neck would protrude, the tale-tale sign, that it was time to leave him alone. Much like it was doing now…
"Au Revoir" Harry rasped, trying hard not to laugh. Harry pranced down the stairs, suddenly in a better mood.
You do know he's going to get you back, right?
Yes, but I this was something that I had to do, not to mention it was hilarious.
Yes, it was funny…
Harry walked into the kitchen, sitting at the chair beside his father.
"You know, Mate you two are worse than Ron and Hermione", Fred commented. Fred looked like he had just done something wrong…
"If you're implying what I think you are, you're going to be on the wrong end of my wand", Harry warned.
Fred paled.
"Fred, next time you want to put something in my eggs, make sure I can't smell it", James suddenly said.
Fred and George stared.
"How did you know—" Fred started
"That we did something" George cut in. James gave him a look, the one that suggested they were both quite stupid.
"So, Harry…what were you and Padfoot—" there was a gasp at the table.
"Oh no…" Harry said.
"Padfoot? As in the Marauder Padfoot?" George asked dazedly. James stared gazed at him, as if he were stupid.
"Yes?"
"Oh—"
"My—"
"God—" They finished together.
"Why are they staring at me like that, it's quiet unnerving?" James asked Harry. Ron snickered at his brothers.
"Because, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs are their hero's", Harry said nonchalantly. James smirked and nodded his head in understanding.
"Would you like to meet them?" James asked Fred and George nodded their heads. "Well, I'm afraid you won't be meeting Wormtail, seeing as he's been kicked out. Padfoot may have a problem with talking, and Moony, well I suppose you could ask Remus, and Prongs, well…you're looking at him".
They stared at Harry, than at James, than back at Harry.
Molly threw a glare in James' direction, and then another for her two son's.
"Now, you will not be bothering Mr. Potter with your nonsense, do you hear me?" Molly warned.
Fred and George nodded their heads, but threw James a look, this conversation was not over.
"Please, call me James. You make it sound like I'm old", James said blushing.
Breakfast was a quite affair. Sirius wasn't there to brood, and as guilty as Harry was about thinking such things, but he was, and there was nothing he could do about.
That night, laying in bed Harry couldn't help but think about Sirius. What had ticked Sirius off this much to make them fight like they did? There was an unyielding presence in Sirius that drew Harry to him. Something he was afraid of, he didn't know what to do about Sirius, and how to handle the anger they both had.
Before Harry could think anymore, his eyes faded shut, and his breathing evened out.
The next morning would not disappoint the occupants on the house. Of course, as the two angry men (or teenager in Harry's case) had woken up, Sirius had woke Harry up with a loud fog horn, making Harry think he was under attack, so it was quite the shock, and mood lifter for Sirius, as he saw his godson fall off the bed, having dunked and covered.
"That wasn't funny", Harry pouted.
"Oh, you'll find that it was in fact quite humorous", Sirius stated. Harry went to curse him, but before he could Sirius plunked his wand out of his hand and held it just out of Harry's reach. Harry glowered at him, and then cursed the Dursley's for shoving him into that cupboard. Harry jumped for his wand, getting angrier and more vengeful with each failed attempt to get his wand.
He was to effing short.
Harry slight 5'5 foot frame was dwarfed a good 7 ½ inches by Sirius' 6'2 muscled but lean frame.
"What's the matter squirt, can't reach it?" Sirius asked innocently, mocking him from yesterday.
Now didn't I tell you he was going to get you back?
Shut up.
"Sirius, if I do not have my wand in my hand in three seconds, you will regret it", Harry puffed.
Sirius' misty gray eyes stared down at him, his coal black hair falling into his face. Harry couldn't take his eyes off of Sirius.
If I do not get my wand back, I am going to kick him in the balls.
Can you reach em'?
Yeah, I've got a pretty good clearance from here.
You are aware that you're staring at your Godfather's crotch, right?
Yes, and what a nice crotch it is…
Huh?
Wait what! I did not just think that…nope…
Harry was now quite aware that he was blushing; in fact he was sure that even his eyeballs were blushing, and quite aware that he had been staring at a not so appropriate place. Harry darted his eyes back at Sirius' face, where an odd look was swirling around in his eyes.
"Can I have my wand back?" Harry asked quietly.
"Nope".
Harry got ready.
Ohh, do you really want to do this? I mean, that's seriously a low blow right there. Don't do it, don't do—I'm too late, aren't I?
And indeed Harry's conscience was too late. Harry already had Sirius on the ground, Sirius clutched his now very sore 'bits', and snarled back at Harry. Harry didn't say anything, just bent over plunked up his wand, and marched away.
"10 galleons says they'll snog while fighting".
"George, that is completely preposterous! 15 says they'll go straight to the shagging".
"How much are you up to?" Remus leaned over, and whispered to them.
Fred and George gawked at him.
"What? Am I not allowed to poke fun at those two? I swear, they're worse than Prongs and Lily were".
"Well, it's up to 250 galleons, that being that Sirius and Harry will admit they like each other", George finally said.
"And Tonks is convinced that Sirius will jump Harry when they're in the middle of fighting", Fred continued.
"Kingsley says Harry will be the one who jumps—" George cut in.
"Hermione says they'll jump each other".
"And Mum seems to think that when this does happen, Mr. Potter will have a new black rug", George finished.
Remus thought for a moment, and then opened his mouth. Closed it again, and thought some more.
"I agree with Molly and Tonks", Remus said quietly, "Though I say 30 galleons it'll happen within the next two days".
The twins looked at each other, and wrote it down.
"We agree", they both said.
"Alright, Harry you and I need to have a chat. Father to son", James said sitting Harry down on the couch. Harry sat down, looking up at his father.
"What kind of 'chat'?" Harry asked wearily.
"Your life in general", James answered.
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything".
"You ask, I'll tell" Harry responded.
"Okay, what house are you in?" James questioned.
"I'm in Gryffindor".
"Do you play Quidditch?"
"I used to".
"What do you mean, 'you used too'?"
"Well, last year I got a life long ban for fighting during a Quidditch Game", Harry said.
James looked at his son, and then looked at the ceiling.
"Who were you fighting?"
"Draco Malfoy" Harry spat the name out with the utmost contempt.
"Harry, tell me everything."
And Harry did, he told his father everything. The treatment from the Dursleys, his first through fifth year at Hogwarts, they sat on that couch until Harry was too tired to talk. They both fell asleep on the couch, both of them wrapped up in each other's arms. Father to son.
Okay, that last scene was not romance fluff, it was parent kid fluff. Owls should be arriving next chapter. Okay, I want 5 reviews before I update.