Okay so here is Chapter 3…
I've been told that it would be better if my chapters were longer. And how I wish I would be able to do that, but there are just a few problems with that…
I honestly don't put more than about 45 minutes worth of work into each chapter and I really don't plan on doing more.
My style of writing is kind of weird. It's full of decent sized somewhat fancy words, which gives it a kind of "smart" feeling to it (I like to think). Honestly it's not a lot of words, but what there is full with meat.
The only thing that has ever given me problems while I write is dialogue. Not that I can't think of anything to write. I just find the entire process to be way too long to make it seem realistic like an actual conversation was taking place.
There will be more dialogue throughout the chapters, though, so don't worry about that. I was just letting you know so that you can know why I haven't included much dialogue in the past (and this) chapters.
And here we go…
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Chapter 3
As Harry had stepped out onto Platform 9 and ¾, he searched around for Sirius knowing that he would be there waiting for him.
It didn't take long to pick him out from the crowd and Harry quickly rushed out to greet him extremely enthusiastically, even though it had only been a few hours since they were together.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with the Weasley family and promises to Mrs. Weasley that he would come visit over the summer, Harry and Sirius were on their way to their new home.
Harry had never apparated before so he found the entire process quite uncomfortable. He didn't like the feeling of being squeezed through a tube and would have rather have done without it.
But he couldn't help but love the end of his trip, as he gazed at the house.
Sirius smiled at Harry's face of amazement.
"Welcome, Harry, to your new home."
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Harry and Sirius had wasted no time in getting into the house.
Harry had been exhausted from the lack of sleep. He was just too excited. Sirius had been exhausted because he kept on putting last minute additions to the house all night and day.
So it was no surprise when they walked into the house with everything in to, Harry barely noticed anything else except for the large, comfortable couch in the living room. He made his way over and decidedly plopped down before Sirius could tell him anything.
Sirius was about to suggest that if Harry were so tired that he should go to his room, but decided against it. Harry looked very peaceful as he rested his eyes; so peaceful in fact that Sirius was tempted to join him.
And as many people do, Sirius fell under the pressures of his temptation and sat down next to his near catatonic Godson.
"Okay, Harry," said Sirius tiredly, "we'll take a quick break before I give you a tour of the house, eh?"
"Mmhm… sure, Sirius," agreed Harry, though more to silence his Godfather than anything else.
Sirius yawned.
"Well I'll just rest my eyes for a few seconds," murmured Sirius. "Merlin, this couch is comfortable."
There was nothing wrong with Sirius plan when he thought it up and, quite honestly, it was made with the best of intentions, but it subconsciously went to hell as became evident when soon the sounds of Godfather and Godson taking in even breaths permeated the room.
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Sirius awoke about half an hour later with his eyes blurred over in slight confusion. His eyes came into focus as he realized that he was in his new home and that he must have fallen asleep.
He tried to shift positions but realized that there was something on his shoulders when he first started to move.
It was his Godson.
Tenderness welled up in his heart for the young thirteen year old. This was the closest he and Harry had ever been physically, save for when he had been a baby, and he was not going to ruin the moment.
Hopefully when Harry woke up he wouldn't be too embarrassed – Sirius knew that this was probably around the age that kids pulled away from parental figures. But he hoped that Harry wouldn't pull away from him. It didn't seem like he had had much of a father figure in his life. From what Harry had told him of the Dursley's, they didn't seem like the kind of folk that would offer Harry comfort.
This made Sirius' features scrunch in a slight discomfort that had nothing to do with his sitting position. He hated to think that Harry had not grown up with affection. Sirius had promised himself that he would make sure that Harry knew that he was there for him for whatever he needed – to talk, to play, or to just sit in silence.
Sirius had always felt a small voice in the back of his mind, telling him that he had failed James when he had told him that he would take care of Harry no matter what happened. He was finally going to be able to tell that voice to shove it.
Sirius may not have been there before but he was now and nothing was going to change that.
He looked down at his sleeping Godson.
He had at least owed him that.
Sirius sighed as he looked around. He grabbed his wand and silently summoned a blanket and placed it over his Godson using a levitation spell. He took off Harry's glasses and placed them onto table in front of the couch and then ruffled Harry's hair a bit.
Sirius decided to try and go to sleep again. He was still tired and had no intention on getting up and potentially ruining this moment. He didn't know when another one would happen again.
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Approximately twenty minutes after that Harry stirred from his slumber. He stared around not truly being able to see but noticed he had been lying on top of large figure.
Harry found his glasses on the table in front of him and put them on. He hadn't remembered taking them off. He looked around at the figure.
It was Sirius.
Harry's heart leapt into his throat. He'd never been this close to any one before. Especially when he had been sleeping.
He didn't know what to think. A part of him was extremely embarrassed at this; what would Sirius do if he had woken up? Would he mind?
But then Harry noticed he was covered in a blanket. Sirius must have put it there. If he minded would he have put a blanket there? Probably not. He also realized that Sirius had probably taken off Harry's glasses and put them down.
Harry looked down at the blanket. He didn't know why he felt so touched. It wasn't even cold in the house so he really didn't need it.
But still, nobody had ever taken care to let him sleep and make him feel comfortable. Nobody had ever taken off his glasses and put them away or put a blanket over him. And certainly nobody had ever taken the time to sleep right next to him.
He didn't know what he was feeling or what he should be feeling. Comforted? Touched, certainly.
Harry was glad that Sirius had not been awake to see Harry battle through all these emotions. He had always tried to keep a stoic face but even he knew that he was miserable at that.
Still. Harry really enjoyed being there with Sirius – to have a warm body next to him… someone who cared.
'This may be my last chance to do something like this. And I am still pretty tired. If Sirius didn't mind before, then he probably shouldn't mind again?' Thought Harry uncertainly.
He sighed as he came to a decision. He took of his glasses and placed them back on the table.
And then Harry Potter took comfort and placed his head on his Godfather sleeping form and fell asleep.
End of Chapter 3
Okay, I know. Barely any dialogue and it's extremely short. I just couldn't think of how to incorporate what I want to do next without taking a lot more time and a lot more writing, which would have lead to more time waiting for you people.
I promise that there will be loads more dialogue in the next chapter.
I know its all a little to cutesy. But this is some of the stuff that I really wish more people would put into their fics. Just bonding. There sometimes doesn't need to be any words to do it.
I think people truly show their love to one another when one is sleeping. Kind of like how parents watch their sleeping children sort of thing.
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