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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 25

Sirius pulled away from the hug slightly and made sure that Harry was looking in his eyes. "Harry, I love you and I would never hurt you."

Harry smiled and hugged his godfather a little closer. "I know that, daddy."

Sirius smiled happily and ruffled Harry's hair affectionately: "Ok then, kiddo, pick a book and I will read to you, alright?"

Harry grinned widely and jumped down from Sirius' lap. He walked over to his bookcase and examined all the books standing there for a while, trying to decide which one would be the best.

He finally picked one about a puppy and a kitten and bounced happily back over to Sirius and sat on his godfather's lap.

"This one!" he proclaimed happily. Sirius took the book and smiled. He adjusted Harry's position in his lap so he would be more comfortable and started to read. Harry listened with rapt attention, cheeks flushed with excitement and eyes large in wonder.

Sirius had to smile at his godson; he was the embodiment of cuteness. After a while, Harry's eyelids began to droop and Harry yawned often. Sirius just kept on reading, and after a while, Harry fell asleep in his arms.

Sirius smiled softly at the child he considered his own and stood up slowly, making sure that he was not waking Harry up. He tucked Harry into bed and kissed him gently on the forehead. Harry sighed contentedly and mumbled something in his sleep, but did not awake. With a last glance and smile at the small boy, Sirius left the room and closed the door behind him quietly.

Then, realizing how tired he was, Sirius went to bed himself.

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THE NEXT DAY

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Harry stirred. He had had a wonderful dream, something about flying around on a broomstick. Harry smiled drowsily and opened his eyes. And realized that he was thirsty. His first impulse was to wake up Sirius, but then Harry mentally berated himself. Sirius had already done so much for him; he could get a glass of water for himself.

So, Harry yawned, stretched, and then climbed out of bed. He stumbled over to the stairs and padded down to the living room. From there, he made his way to the kitchen. Harry looked around. Where were the glasses? Sirius had set the table the day before….. Harry bit his lip and decided to just try all the cupboard doors.

He dragged a chair over to the corner of the kitchen and climbed up onto it. The first cupboard contained only cups, plates and bowls.

The second was full of kitchen devices. In the third cupboard, Harry finally found the glasses. He picked one up and tried to step down from the chair….. but he underestimated the height of this step. Harry gasped in shock when he realized that his foot didn't reach the floor, he flailed his arms around wildly- and still lost his balance.

Harry crashed to the floor. The glass flew out of his hands and against the next wall where it shattered noisily. Harry lay still for a second, completely shocked by what had happened. Then, he struggled quickly to his feet. He was not hurt, but at the moment Harry couldn't have cared less if he had broken his right arm.

He had broken the glass! Sirius was going to be so angry! Suddenly, Harry became aware of steps hurrying towards the kitchen. It was Sirius. Harry whimpered. "Daddy, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-"

Sirius saw the remnants of the glass on the floor and guessed what had happened. He was relieved o see that Harry was unhurt. Sirius quickly shushed his godson: "Don't be sorry, Harry, nothing happened."

Sirius got a glass down from the cupboard and filled it with water. Then he handed it to Harry for him to drink.

"Here," Sirius said kindly, "Next time you wake up and are thirsty, you can wake me, alright?"

Harry still looked shaken and accepted the drink.
"Thank you," he said hesitantly, sipping at the water.

Sirius smiled warmly at his godson: "Don't worry about it." Harry just nodded eyes downcast.

Sirius proceeded to clean up the broken and then cooked eggs and bacon for breakfast. He put the food on two plates and filled two glasses with milk.

Sirius grinned down at Harry who had been strangely silent throughout the cooking.

"Breakfast time!" Sirius called cheerfully, though he was a little worried about his godson.

Harry gave a very small, unconvincing smile and nodded. "Ok," He said in a small voice and sat down at the table.

Sirius frowned slightly and put his fork down. He went over to Harry and lifted the child's chin up so he was looking into his eyes.

"Harry, are you alright?" Sirius asked, allowing his concern for his godson to shine through.

Harry was silent for a minute and tried to squirm away from Sirius, but Sirius' grip and gaze were firm. Finally Harry couldn't take it anymore.

"Are you mad?" Harry blurted out quickly, eyeing his godfather anxiously.

Sirius felt taken aback: "About what, Harry?" he asked with a puzzled frown.

"The glass!" Harry exclaimed in disbelieve.

Sirius' puzzled frown deepened: "Why would I be mad at you, Harry?"

Harry felt incredulous and blinked at his godfather in confusion. Sirius couldn't not be mad at him!
"Because I broke the glass."

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