"We should just march down there and tear those southern fuckers apart!" the obnoxious voice of a lesser northern lord boasting more than he can chew.

Sirius rolls his eyes looking skyward.

"Aye, we would have done that." He says like he's speaking to a child, drawing attention to himself, "If it was as easy as you say."

Giving the boastful man a leveled look, he turns to Robb not wanting to walk on his authority, while it's so fragile.

At his nod he continues, "keep in mind that there is a major factor in this war that wasn't in King Robert's rebellion." Pausing for dramatics.

"Tywin Lannister." He states making those around shift in discomfort, even in the north his deeds are spoken of with weariness.

"I'm sure the Tully's are already dealing with small skirmishes, if not all out sacking." Sirius pities those who live in the Riverlands being that it's always a battle ground with its position. Thinking of the Riverlands brings him thoughts of his foolish good sister and her most recent actions. He can't help but think that Lily wouldn't have done something so stupid.

'For Merlin's sake!' What would Tyrion Lannister of all people gain from instigating a fued with the Starks?

He makes sure to look all the lords in the eye as he finishes, "we are in-"

He stops as the pocket mirror he always has on his person pulses as Harry calls for him.

"-in a unique situation that requires no fucking bullheadedness," he continues standing up with a wince as his legs protest

"Now, If you would excuse me. I need to take a leak." He ends off awkwardly, not bothering to look at their dubious expression, nor does he care for the amused shine in his nephew's eyes as he rushes out of the tent.

"-as my uncle stated, we…." The sound of Robb speaking makes him smile as he walks away, the young man's tone stern and strong as he diffuses the zealous idiots.

Maybe he'll have to brea- prank them into submission.

Pushing those thoughts away he lets his body shift when he's out of sight.

Coming out of the bushes he shakes his furr as he stands tall, black fur gleaming against the sunlight trickling through the leaves, with a wolfish smile he springs his way into the forest away from the mass of soldiers bumbling about. His pace slows once he's far enough away to assure he's alone, reshifting into his human form groaning as his bones pop. Un-pocketing the mirror with a nervous grin Sirius feels trepidation as he unclasps the protective cover revealing the familiar shine of the reflections glow as it blinks, waiting for him to accept the call.

"Harry! My pup." He breathes watching with reverence as the mirror ripples to reveal a striking young man.

Those green eyes light up with a warmth that Sirius never knew he missed, "Padfoot! I can't tell you how glad I am to see you."

Sirius guiltlessly drowns out his godson's words in favor of relishing in his reflection on the mirror. Seeing those green eyes makes Sirius's heart soothe an ache he never knew was there lifting as he watches his pup recount his new found life.

Just for a moment the situation his own new found family is facing fades in the background as the boy tells him of his time in a castle that can apparently rival winterfell in its size.

The healthy glow to Harry is one of the first things he catches. His pups feature only slightly differently than in their former world, or whatever you want to call it. Or maybe it's the fact that his pup wasn't starved and kept in a small cupboard for his whole childhood.

Sirius still has regrets on how little he acted when it concerned his pup. He can cowardly say that he was scared to get caught and placed back in that prison.

Shaking his head pushes those thoughts away; he can't let himself succumb to past regrets when he needs to stay focused on protecting the people who need him at this moment.

"-and then Willas found us and…" he hears Harry trail off and squawks indignantly "Paddy!?"

Sirius just grins dopely, enjoying the playfulness he rarely sees blossom from his pup.

'Though it's hard to find joy when a mad man is continuously hunting your very person.' He thinks sourly, shaking his head.

Sirius forces the image of the gaunt and always ttired version of Harry and lets it be replaced by this bright and thriving one.

"That's me." Sirius quips letting his expression express how much he adores his pup despite how long it's been.

His pup was the only thing that kept him going since he was imprisoned and when Sirius died or whatever the veil did to him he vowed to live in Harry's name.

He doesn't know if he'll ever not feel guilt for telling his pup that he's nothing like his father James, and if Sirius is honest with himself.

Harry isn't his father, he's better than James could have ever been.

"So, whatcha doing?" The question brings him out of his thoughts as he lets out a huff slumping on the ground.

"Oh you know, trying to stall my family's kingdom into fighting a pointless war because some shit kid was crowned king and 'my oh so honorable' brother had to be stupid and publicly declare the treason without properly securing his position, nothing serious." He says getting a deadpan from his godson at the horrid pun.

Sirius lets his head fall back onto the bark of the tree feeling the weight of everything pile on his shoulders.

He's what, almost in his seventies mentality he's feeling the age creep up on his soul, all this constant fighting and wars have taken a toll on his body and mind.

The north is a harsh place and it's only harsher as the wars keep coming. Watching as his own sister drugs him with a sleeping tonic and spirit away with a prince she shouldn't have even been alone with. Failing to convince his brother and father not to question the king and let him travel and find his sister discreetly, only to then hear the news that the mad king killed the only father he ever respected and the brother he never knew he wished for. Lyanna's bones being wheeled into Winterfell as his brother holds the only thing that allows her to still breath in this forsaken world.

His nephew Jon, who has a parentage that isn't enviable for his birth will always be attached to the war. Though some may find beauty in their tale of true love. Sirius can only think of how his child sister was taken advantage of by a man who had all the power. Not that Sirius would ever hate his nephew for the fate he can't help but be placed upon.

If there's one thing he has experience in is dealing with children destined for greatness.

"Siri, I'm sorry I didn't come sooner." The remorseful tone of his pup makes him snap his head back up looking into the two way mirror and he shakes his head vehemently.

"No!, no, no. We're not going here Pup, you were and are still a child I would have wanted you to endanger yourself just to see me. " he tries to convey his, no pun intended, seriousness by leveling Harry with a stern gaze.

"I love you pup," he feels his own eyes water in response to Harry's startled gasp at the casual admittance.

At his pup's disbelieving face he lets out a laugh of pure love.

"Pup." He says with fondness," I swear to you I could never hate you, especially for living your life." 'If there's anyone who deserves to spend a life in one of the most fruitful kingdoms in this world, then it's Harry.' Sirius thinks with certainty.

"I know," Harry hiccups through the mirror wiping his eyes as he takes in a relieved breath.

"I love you too, paddy." His godson says giving him a watery grin, one that reminds him of the toothless gummy smile Harry first gave him when he was first introduced to his pup as his designated godfather.

"My pup!" Sirius can't help but wail dramatically clutching his mirror to his chest feeling satisfied when he hears the chime-like laugh of Harry as the boy giggles are muffled. Pulling his mirror back he feels his grin shrink at the serious expression on Harry's face

"Now," his pup says, with the tone Sirius as heard in some of the most formidable commanders he's fought with.

"My brother Willas has agreed to put his support in my corner for providing help to you, but I can't outright show that we are doing so because unlike you, we don't have the luxury of being protected by the neck, and I want to do more, but I can't risk my fam-" Sirius stops his godson with a raising of his hand.

"You don't have to do all this Pup-" he starts but is stopped by a vicious glare.

"No, I am tired of this." His god son interrupts.

"I am so tired of seeing innocent people suffer for vile people's pleasure and I will be damned if I allow your family, who is my kin by extension, so no I will not, not do nothing." More quietly Harry whispers, "Especially when I have the power to do something."

"Pup, I just meant, hell's I don't know what I meant." He sighs feeling frustrated with the whole situation.

"So can I tell you what my brother and I had in mind." Harry says tersely only to relax when Sirius nods.

Neither ever notices the hidden figure of Robb as he watches with a curious eye as they interact, curious to see just who this Godson is.

While he is wary of the stranger he can't help but think of the boy for making his uncle look years younger, like he's been lifted of most if not all of his burdens and the reason to it all is in that little mirror.

Magic, a concept he still has trouble with. Though he trusts his uncle with his life, if he says that Harry is trustworthy, his family then it's Robb's duty as the heir of Winterfell to welcome those in his pack with open arms.

Though should the southern rose be shown to be poisonous…

A/n:

shoves the fact that I haven't posted anything for months under the rug*

Heyy(ᴗ•)

Soo, I hope I did their first on screen interaction well, I was trying to make it emotional but not cheesy and a little awkward.

I've had writers block for a while, and I don't want to force half heart stuff out.

Heavily unedited sure but half hearted no.

How's everyone and what do you wish to see in the future, totally not shaking a can for tips