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I hope you enjoy this story that I got from katie13 (yes another one) that she said that she had never put up on this site.
Chapter 23
"Of course, Harry," Sirius said gently.
Harry smiled tentatively. "Thank you," he whispered, and then, without any warning, threw his arms around Sirius and hugged him.
Sirius smiled slightly and lifted Harry up, putting the small boy in his lap. The next half-hour was spent with Sirius telling his godson stories about the famous Marauders' pranks.
Then, Sirius threw a look at the clock on the wall and realized that it was time for dinner.
"Why don't we pick up the coloring books and crayons? Then we can go to the kitchen and the two of us can make dinner." Sirius suggested.
Harry nodded, earnestly. "I cook." It was half a statement, half a question.
Sirius frowned, cursing the Dursleys for the umpteenth time that day. "No, I will cook and you can help."
Harry looked surprised and uncertain. "Ok." He said softly. Then, after a moment, he added, "Dad, are you mad at me?"
Sirius was confused. "No, why do you ask?"
Harry looked nervous and chewed his lip slightly.
"Because I did not do any chores today!" He blurted out finally.
Sirius felt shocked. "Kiddo, you don't need to do chores in this house!"
Now it was Harry's turn to look highly confused. "I- I don't?"
Sirius ground his teeth together in frustration, which was not directed at his godson, but at the Dursleys.
"No you don't."
Harry still didn't look convinced. "Are you sure?" He asked timidly.
Sirius swallowed back his anger, not wanting Harry to think that he was angry with HIM.
"Kiddo I am very sure." Sirius said and ran his hand through Harry's soft, raven black hair gently.
Harry smiled innocently up at his godfather. "Alright."
Sirius grinned at Harry: "Ready to go?"
Harry jumped down from his lap: "Yes!"
Sirius chuckled and picked up all the crayons and coloring books and put them away. Then, he took an impatiently waiting Harry's hand in his and together they made their way to the kitchen. Sirius lifted Harry up and put him in a chair.
"What would you like for dinner, Harry?"
Harry chewed his lip again, uncertainly. He had never been given a choice before- Harry thought for a few moments, before he knew. "Pizza!" He exclaimed brightly.
Sirius had to bite back a smile at Harry's enthusiasm for such a simple meal. "Are you sure?"
Harry nodded, earnestly, which made Sirius have to fight to keep a straight face even more: "Yes."
Sirius allowed himself a small smile and went to get the phone book: "Ok then….." Sirius picked out the phone numbers of several pizza places.
He presented the list to Harry. "Pick one!"
Harry stared at all the different names and shook his head. "You Pick." He decided.
But Sirius stayed adamant. He wanted Harry to get used to being able to decide some things: "No, Harry, you decide."
Harry shrugged: "Ok then."
He closed his eyes, moved his finger above the paper for a while, and then put it down. "Pizza's palace," Sirius read.
Harry smiled and nodded: "Yes."
Sirius grinned back and walked over to the telephone. "What would you like to have on your pizza?"
Harry thought for a few moments. The Dursleys had never let him chose what he wanted on his pizza- they had just given him the cheapest, if any at all.
"Cheese," Harry decided quickly.
Sirius nodded and began to dial the pizza place's number: "Anything else?"
Harry shook his head: "Nothing."
Sirius nodded and held the phone to his ear: "Are you sure?"
Harry smiled at his godfather: "Yes."
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