Okay, so here is my next chapter.

Thanks to everyone who has been reviewing, you are the guys who have really been pushing me to continue on with the story.

I'm so sorry it took so long. I'm just starting up with college now and I have 9 classes come the fall because I'm a music performance major so I've been preparing and arguing with people at financial aid. I haven't been putting in too much effort and for that I apologize. But even some things come before Harry Potter…

So Chapter 4….

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Chapter 4

It was daylight the next morning as both Harry and Sirius stirred from their sleep.

Sirius had woken up about ten minutes before Harry had; and much like last night, he didn't really have the heart to wake him up. Unfortunately, his stomach had other plans as it growled loudly – the result being that it gently woke Harry up.

Harry looked around as Sirius handed him his glasses. He put them on and looked at Sirius and couldn't help but put on a sheepish face.

"Good morning, Harry," stated Sirius in a very bright manner.

"Morning," replied Harry, looking quite a bit unnerved.

"Well it would seem that we must have fallen asleep on the couch," said Sirius, stating the obvious.

"Err, yeah," mumbled Harry awkwardly. He still didn't know what to expect. But obviously it seemed like Sirius did not care. Harry was glad, if a bit confused at the moment… and a bit hungry.

Sirius, as if reading his mind, got up very quickly and said:

"Well I'm quite famished and I'm sure you are as well, seeing as we both skipped dinner last night. Why don't we go in the kitchen and whip up some breakfast?"

Harry quickly nodded his agreement and followed his Godfather into the kitchen.

The huge kitchen.

Harry gaped. He hadn't truly noticed but every room in the house he had been in so far seemed to be amazingly big. But he supposed that since he had only been in the living room and the kitchen, that wasn't truly saying much.

But this kitchen was huge.

Sirius chuckled as he saw Harry's face.

"I had almost forgotten that you haven't been in here yet," remarked Sirius almost calmly. "I suppose it's my fault. I was supposed to give you a tour yesterday."

Harry just looked around in silence. He didn't know what he was supposed to say.

"It was as much my fault as it was yours," Harry pointed out.

Sirius looked at his Godson and smiled fondly.

"Indeed, I suppose it was. Never mind then," Sirius stated. "Well, what would you like for breakfast, Harry?"

Harry kind of looked at Sirius with an almost wide-eyed stare.

"You want me to choose?" he asked.

"Well," Sirius started, a bit confused, but with a teasing tone, "I wouldn't have asked you that if I didn't think you would."

"Of course," said Harry, "Well, what do you have to eat?"

Sirius had been preparing the house for a few days now and had thought out almost everything; from wards, to the comforts of the house, to the location, and everything.

But as he looked through the pantries, he realized one crucial element he had forgotten. The one thing he was in most need of right now.

Food.

Sirius looked around sheepishly at Harry.

"Um, on second thought," Sirius began, "Why don't we go out for breakfast?"

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It had taken about ten minutes at looking at maps before they were able to find a small breakfast shop that served a traditional English breakfast.

But ten minutes was way too long for Sirius' depraved body and he made a show of moaning and aching, leaving Harry rolling his eyes and chuckling at the antics of his questionably older guardian.

They had finally made it to the restaurant and ordered their respective foods when a lull came in the conversation they had been having which had to do with Quidditch.

Harry glanced around awkwardly at the different people eating in the restaurant. It had been a favorite past time of his when he was much younger – People Watching.

He supposed he had picked it up from Aunt Petunia as she would look around and judge people; making rude comments behind their back and questioning their life's choices.

But that's not what he liked to do. He liked to look at people and try and make up stories with their lives. When he was little he never truly felt happy, so he figured at least some people should – even if the stories weren't true.

Sirius had also taken to people watching. But it was one person in particular that he had truly watched. Harry seemed to be content with the silence as he gazed around. He would occasionally smile as if a funny thought occurred to him. He would shake his head so slightly that Sirius wondered if he hadn't imagined it. He would then return to his breakfast and take another bite.

Harry had been taking a bite of his food and he couldn't help but feel someone was staring at him. He looked up and saw Sirius eyes. He smiled sheepishly.

Sirius raised his eyebrows and made a funny face at the boy.

Harry rolled his eyes and returned to his breakfast with a smile.

All was right with the world.

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"So Harry," said Sirius grinning widely, "you are finally going to get a tour of the house!"

Harry grinned. From what he had seen of the house it was spectacular. They were outside and it just huge. The house was right next to a small forest and there were no houses around. It was just them and no one else. Not another single person around. And Harry liked it that way.

Sirius ushered Harry.

"Right well, this is the entrance hall and over there is the common room," said Sirius redundantly, Harry already knew where those things were. "Kitchen right through there. But of course you already knew that, didn't you?"

"Yes, Sirius," said Harry a little impatiently.

"Well then right over here is the dining room, we're probably only going to eat here when we have company though. Kitchen table's just as good for the two of us," said Sirius.

He led Harry through the three guest bedrooms on the floor. Harry was amazed. From the outside the house didn't look this big. He suspected that magic might have played a role in this.

He thought all of it was spectacular. Harry didn't think it could get better. Then they went to the second floor. Sirius led him to a door that had the word "Harry" neatly painted on.

Harry was shaking slightly as he reached for the handle and turned the knob.

He looked inside. His jaw dropped.

It was spacious. The color was a light blue even though it had Gryffindor banners and Quidditch posters on the wall. He looked questioning at Sirius.

"Blue had always been your mum's favorite color," he mentioned.

Harry looked around the room. He had never known his parent's favorite colors and had never even thought to ask.

"What was my dad's favorite color?" he asked, his voice shaking. "Red and gold?"

"No, actually," said Sirius, "his favorite color was green. Not for the Slytherin colors. But because of your mum's eyes."

Harry was so completely overwhelmed by this point. This man had done everything he had ever dreamed of and more. He took him away from the Dursley's, he gave him a home, he told him about his parents, and, most important of all, he genuinely loved him.

He turned to Sirius and attacked him with a bone-breaking hug that would have put Molly Weasley to shame.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much, Sirius," repeated Harry as Sirius returned the hug with same intensity.

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"And there is plenty of space outside and it has notice me not charms so that muggles won't come by. We could play Quidditch!" exclaimed Harry to Ron through a floo call.

It had been about a week since they moved into the home, which Harry lovingly dubbed the Marauder's Mansion and everything was going great. Harry and Sirius got along perfectly. So well that you would have thought they had lived together for years.

Some people just click like that.

"That's bloody wicked, mate," exclaimed Ron very loudly. So loudly in fact that you could hear Mrs. Weasley's shrieks on the other side telling her youngest son not to curse.

Harry smiled. It had been about half an hour since the conversation started and he was glad he was talking to his best friend.

"Well, mate, you can come over whenever," Harry said.

Sirius raised his eyebrows rather slightly. This had not been something they had really discussed.

"Oh that would be perfect mate!" yelled Ron. "I doubt my mum would let me come over today though. Maybe tomorrow!"

"Yeah that sounds perfect," Harry said. Then he looked at Sirius' face and knew that he was done talking. "Let me know if you can later. I got to go now."

"Okay, bye mate," said Ron.

"Bye," replied Harry.

Now Sirius wasn't really mad; he was a little annoyed more than anything else. But 12 years in Azkaban in solitary confinement left you in the dark about how your facial expressions might appear to anyone else.

To Harry, Sirius looked really mad. He tried to wrack his brain as to why that might be. He had invited Ron over… without Sirius' permission. Harry's heart stopped. How could he have been so stupid? He had just gone and ruined everything. Sirius thought he was ungrateful.

Sirius started, "Well Harry, looks like we need to have a talk."

"I'm sorry, Sirius," said Harry apologetically, "I didn't mean to invite Ron without asking you. It wa-"

"Calm down, Harry," interrupted Sirius. "Well it's good to know you figured out to ask me first. Maybe we'll try that next time?"

"Of course, Sirius," said Harry.

"Good, now lets forget this whole thing and have us a cuppa, eh?" suggested Sirius as he already started to make his way over to the kitchen.

Halfway through his tea though, Harry decided to ask a question that had been nagging in the back of his mind.

"Sirius?"

"Yeah, pup?"

"Why exactly can't Ron come over?"

Sirius was a little confused.

"I never said anything about that, Harry," stated Sirius.

"I mean, he's my best mate, and I really miss him, Sirius," said Harry.

"I know, pup," replied Sirius, trying to stop his Godson.

Harry was a little annoyed now. Mood swings affect all teenagers. One second, Harry was happy, the next scared, and now he was really annoyed.

"Don't call me 'pup.' I'm not a little kid," Harry hissed out venomously.

Sirius physically recoiled.

Harry felt bad immediately. He hadn't meant to hurt, Sirius. But before he had gotten up the courage to say anything. Sirius got up from the table and left the kitchen.

Harry was definitely going to get kicked out now. Forgetting to ask Sirius' permission was one thing. But now for sure Sirius thought he was ungrateful. He didn't know why he had snapped at him. He didn't mean it. He liked being called "pup." It made him remember that there was someone looking out for him.

And now he had lost it all.

Sirius had gone to his room. His mind was numb except for one thing that was coursing through his veins.

Harry hates me.

Not that he could blame him. He hadn't been there for him when he was a kid. He had gone after the rat rather than take Harry. And now Harry realized it and felt he would be better off at the Dursleys. This day could not have gotten worse.

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Harry waited for about half an hour around the house. Waiting for Sirius to come to him and tell him that he was going back to the Dursleys. Harry couldn't go back. He would do anything for Sirius – beg, plead, anything if it meant staying with Sirius.

It had been about another hour after that that Sirius decided to go downstairs.

Sirius was about to open his mouth to speak when suddenly Harry started all at once.

"Sirius, I'm so sorry," started Harry. "I didn't mean it. I swear. Please don't send me away. I'll do anything you want. I like it when you call me 'pup.' I can't stand the thought of going back to the Dursleys. Please. Please."

He began muttering semi-coherently as he couldn't even make eye contact with him.

Sirius immediately took Harry up into a bone-crushing hug.

"Harry, of course I don't want you to leave," said Sirius. "I was just worried that you would want to. I know I haven't been the best Godfather and I –"

"What?!" yelled Harry, "You are the best Godfather I could have ever asked for. Please, I just want to stay here with you."

He looked down embarrassedly at his trainers as he said this last part. Of course, Sirius would laugh at him for saying something so stupid.

But he didn't.

"Harry, you will always have a home here. I will always look after you. Don't ever doubt it," said Sirius with the most sincerity he had ever said anything before.

Harry looked up into his eyes and smiled a huge smile.

"I won't."

There you have it. Chapter 4. Sorry it took so long

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