ENDWORLD VAULT

AN: Second installment! No one has suggested anything yet for pairing or scenarios so I wrote this on my own fanatical whim. I love HarrySirius pairings, their so hard to come by. But this is my brief one shot. I like this though, so I may decide to make it longer. Idk.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Anything you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling. Thanks.

Warning: Slash, fluff, brief suicide, AU, time travel, mpreg mention,

Eternus Fidelitas

Harry blinked. He couldn't remember how he'd gotten here. He was standing before the Veil dressed in his casual jeans and sweater. It had been weeks since the battle. The rubble was still scattered from the fight, but Harry wasn't concerned about the destroyed Ministry. He was focused on Sirius. The man had...he had been different in the last few weeks Harry had known him. And maybe Harry was reading too much, but he wanted that back. He wanted the faint, barely there touches. The caring, tender grey eyes. He wanted to smooth the concerned and lonely wrinkles from his godfather's face. He wanted Sirius back.

Harry took a step forward, and before he could think any further he continued walking until his body fell to the floor and he was no longer in it.

Harry was staring down at the mail in his hands. The thick envelope with the red wax seal. He didn't understand why he had been sent back. Why he had 'woken up' as an eleven year old. He grabbed the envelope and slid it through the slit in his cupboard's door. The Dursley's never knew he received the letter until the day Hagrid came to collect him for his shopping.

Harry let events flow as they had his first time around, though he made sure to gather more advanced books to continue from his fifth year curriculum. He avoided making snide comments to Malfoy, instead he merely accepted the boy's nervous but friendly (he was a sheltered eleven year old with no friends, he was trying at least) words of advice and decided to befriend the Slytherin. He was tired of their petty arguments.

First year was strange. He had been sorted into Ravenclaw, being more serious about his studies now and actively learning more than his classes required. And then, in the midst of planning his confrontation with Quirrel at breakfast in early October, he received a letter.

Dear Harry,

You may not have heard of me, though anything you have heard is most likely a ghastly lie as I am not a Death Eater or a mass-murderer, but I was a dear friend of your parents. I am also your godfather, and I hope that by introducing myself now I will spare you the confrontation with the dementors.

Here's hoping,

Sirius Black

Harry was elated, though surprised as Sirius hadn't broken out until his third year. But mainly he was just elated. He couldn't exchange letters with the man, but he was happy to know that Sirius was still here.

It took his almost two and a half years before they finally met. Remus had come to help Sirius find Pettigrew and Harry was willing to help, though he had to go about 'learning' the information again.

Harry stopped to listen in the passage beneath the Womping Willow, hearing the confrontation with an overly curious Ron, whom he had followed. Harry slid into the room in time to stun Pettigrew and halt the confrontation with Snape. He stopped breathing when Sirius' gaze met his, and he knew that he could never let the man suffer again. He explained the events to Snape in a calm manner and offered Pettigrew's future verituserum trial as proof. It took months for everything to be sorted. The Ministry allotted Sirius immense reconciliation for their misdeed and Harry was permanently removed from the Dursleys before April even began.

Harry stood proudly with the full class of Seventh year students on their graduation day. Beaming with pride as he accepted his N.E.W.T.S. from all fourteen classes he had finished. He was proud to have been Head Boy after his two years as a Prefect and immensely pleased with his current life. He would be eighteen soon, and Harry glanced quickly down to the audience. Smiling at Sirius and Remus who stood there, cheering for him.

Voldemort was gone. Harry had taken care of him quickly after Fourth year, having Remus and Sirius help him locate the other Horcruxes and help him destroy them was reassuring. And then it had barely taken anything to convince Fawxes to rip Nagini to shreds. By the time Fifth year ended and the duel in the belly of the Ministry began, Harry was facing a mortal man who died quickly in the hands of the boy-prodigy. The Ministry, being wrong again, awarded him an Order of Merlin for his trouble and he was left to finish his schooling in relative peace with mild idol worship and press.

After the ceremony Harry said his thank-you's to his friends, though he didn't have many this time around, and quickly flooed home with Sirius, leaving an expecting Remus to his husband's care. Harry still couldn't find himself shocked that Severus Snape was Remus' mate, highly disturbing yes, but not shocking.

He landed abruptly in the fireplace of Number 12 Grimauld Place, strong arms wrapped around him to keep him from falling.

"I'm very proud of you, Harry," Sirius was grinning like a dog.

"It really wasn't very fair, I have four years on them all," Harry replied, smiling up at the man.

"Only up here," Sirius murmured, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"True," Sirius smiled at Harry's admittance.

Harry looked up, enjoying the warm embrace, they didn't often get time alone to be so close. He knew, without a doubt, that he loved Sirius. He had followed Sirius to this place because he was in love with his godfather. But, the feelings...he didn't know if they reciprocated. Yes, Sirius was affectionate, but that could have been the years in Azkaban making Sirius long for a constant reminder that he wasn't alone.

"Harry," The soothing tenor of Sirius' voice pulled Harry from his thoughts.

"Yes, Sirius?"

"I have been waiting to ask you this, for a long time, actually," The man pulled an arm out of their embrace to rummage through his robe pockets. Stepping back slightly Sirius produced a small velvet box from his robes and stared intently down at Harry. "Harry," He opened the box, "Will you marry me?"

Harry stared at the simple silver band set in deep blue satin. He could barely make out the words written inside the band. eternus fidelitas. Latin; it meant, simply, 'everlasting fidelity'. It was a promise. A vow of never ending love.

Harry's hand shook as he brushed his fingers over the ring, eyes pricking with tears. He snapped the box shut and wrapped his arms around the man's neck. Fiercely catching Sirius' surprised lips in a long desired kiss.

"Yes," he whispered against the man's chapped lips, "Always, yes,"