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tracingpatternswrites · 2 years

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The prompt for today’s @wolfstarmicrofic is mountains and, well, look, apparently bullying me works because here’s a continuation of yesterday’s prompt swing.

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Remus steps through the glass door and out onto the back porch, carrying a tray with glasses and a pitcher of lemonade that he sets down on the table. He can’t not look at the handsome man currently lounging in one of the chairs, eyes on the two boys who are playing in the garden, competing over who can jump the highest on the trampoline and talking a mile a minute. Remus has no idea how they manage to hear what the other one is saying considering how much they’re both babbling.

He pours two glasses of lemonade, handing Sirius one of them, and he tries not to think too much about how their fingers brush together. He has to force himself not to stare at the other man, but Remus feels as if he’s been hit by a truck, caught completely off guard by the handsome stranger that was now sitting on his porch as if he belonged there.

He’s the most attractive man Remus has ever seen, as if he had stepped right out of every erotic dream Remus ever had. He looks like sex on legs, all pale skin (it looked like he would bruise easily and oh wouldn’t Remus want to find out) and long black hair (that looked like it would be perfect to run his fingers trough and tug) and grey eyes (that made Remus think about things that certainly wasn’t appropriate with his son nearby). He was tall, broad shoulders and muscular arms covered in tattoos, dressed simply in a t-shirt and jeans so tight they made Remus’ mouth water.

”Should get one of those for Harry, too, it seems like a hit.”

Remus has to shake himself slightly, pulled from his thoughts by Sirius’ voice. ”What?” He croaks, then clears his throat with an embarrassed sort of half-laugh. ”Sorry, one of what?”

”The trampoline,” Sirius says as he lifts his glass, taking a sip of lemonade and making a low appreciative noise that makes sparks run down Remus’ spine. ”Fuck me, that’s good.”

Remus tries not to blush at the praise but he thinks he’s doing a pretty poor job of it, grinning helplessly as Sirius turns his grey eyes onto him, giving him an appreciative look over that makes Remus’ skin prickle.

”Did you make this?”

Remus laughs, shaking his head. ”My ma did, but I agree, it’s very good. Teddy’s favourite, too.”

”I can see why,” Sirius nods, his lip quirking. ”Sorry about the, er, language, at least the kids weren’t around.”

”I don’t mind,” Remus laughs, shaking his head, finding himself relaxing slightly with it. ”I slip up all the time, Teddy always calls me out on it. But you’re right, the trampoline is a hit. I wish I could take credit but it came with the cottage.”

Sirius hums, glancing around them, and Remus does the same. The small cottage has grown on him, it’s a little run down but clean and big enough for himself and Teddy. He knew he’d had to have it the moment he set eyes on the view, stretches of rolling green hills and the mountains in the distance.

”It’s nice,” Sirius says after a moment, shifting his gaze to look at Remus, grey eyes searching. ”How come you moved here? I mean…if you don’t mind me asking?”

”Not at all,” says Remus as he turns the glass of lemonade in his hand, ”my ma lives here, I grew up here actually, but I’ve been away for a while. It just felt like a good time to move back, closer to my ma to get some help with Teddy…that sort of thing. I think village life suits me better than city life, to be honest.”

”Same,” Sirius chuckles, a soft sort of sound that settles somewhere in Remus’ chest, his eyes on the boys who have abandoned the trampoline for the swings, taking turns pushing each other. He can see the love in the other man’s eyes as he looks at Harry, the fondness, his voice soft as he continues. ”Never thought it’d be for me, but it’s different with kids, eh? Used to love London, but it’s no place to bring up a kid. When Harry came to me…I dunno. This just seemed like the right move. And now I’ve fallen in love with the place.”

Remus nods, about to say something else when they’re interrupted, Teddy and Harry falling onto the porch, breathless and laughing and Remus feels a wave of affection for his son, happy to see him laugh in a way he hadn’t for such a long time. Yes, moving back here had been the right choice, both for himself and for Teddy.

”You boys thirsty?” He asks, pouring them both some lemonade even before they have a chance to reply, watching his son climb into the seat next to him. Harry, in turn, climbs into Sirius’ lap and Sirius wraps his arms around the boy in a protective sort of way.

”Daddy?” Teddy’s voice brings him back and he turns his eyes onto his son, his hair tousled and face flushed, eyes shining brightly.

”Yes, Tedster?”

”Can Harry and his da– uhm– er, his Padfoot stay for dinner?”

”I dunno, kiddo,” he smothers a hand over the unruly curls, pushing some hair away from his son’s eyes. ”They might have other plans, y’know.”

”We don’t,” Harry’s reply is instant as he eyes Sirius encouragingly. ”Right Padfoot? We can stay? Teddy and I are best friends now and we’d like to do everything together, it’s important.”

Remus can see Sirius’ lips quirk into a smile, amusement curled around the words as he ruffles the boy’s hair. ”Oh, it’s important, is it?”

Harry nods solemnly, and Remus feels Teddy tug at his arm. ”It is important, daddy.”

”Well then,” Remus says, giving a sort of helpless shrug as he meets Sirius’ gaze from across the table, arching a brow. ”If it’s important, who am I to say no? You’re welcome to stay, if you want, I was just planning on making pasta though, nothing fancy.”

”That’s plenty fancy enough for us,” Sirius assures him, ”we’d love to stay, if it’s not too much trouble.”

”Daddy?” Teddy tugs at him again, an impatient sort of movement. ”Can I show Harry my room?”

”Yeah, go on then,” he nods, watching fondly as the two boys disappears into the house before he turns back to Sirius. ”Well, guess I should get the food started then.”

”I’ll help,” Sirius says, draining his glass before standing, running his eyes slowly over Remus’ body, the corner of his mouth quirking into a grin, ”I’m no cook but I can toss a sallad.”

Remus chokes on what’s left of the lemonade in his glass, and he can feel himself flush a little, Sirius’ eyes dancing in amusement as he throws him a look.

”I bet you can,” Remus mumbles, glancing at him, unable not to smile at the grin on Sirius’ face.

”Among other things,” Sirius continues, winking at him before picking the tray up as if it weighed nothing, taking the lead into the house.

Remus stares after him, gaze snagging on his arse which was perfectly visible in those snug jeans, before shaking himself, just about managing to bite back a groan. He was in so much trouble.

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sliebman10 · 11 months

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Chapter 2 snippet:

“Would you and Harry like to stay for dinner?” Molly asked as the afternoon waned.

“Oh…I don’t want to impose,” Sirius demurred.

“It’s no bother. My husband should be home soon. You two should meet.”

“Do you need help in the kitchen?” Sirius asked.

She looked at him sideways. “Sure.”

Sirius didn’t know what Molly knew about his background, if anything. But she seemed surprised that he knew his way around the kitchen. When dinner was ready, she smiled at him tiredly. “It’s nice to have some company in the kitchen.”

“It is,” he agreed, trying to ignore the memory of him and Remus in their kitchen cooking together.

Molly called the two eldest boys in to set the table. They came in grumbling. “Aw mum…how come we have to? Why can’t Percy-”

“You know Percy is too little…”

“Setting the table is an important job,” Sirius said airily as he directed his wand at the silverware drawer. “Who’s going to catch those?”

“Me!” exclaimed the eldest, Bill, who held his hand out and caught the flying utensils.

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hp-fanfic-archive · 2 months

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Make Me Smile (Come Up and See Me) by busaikko Pairing: Remus/Severus/Sirius, Raising Harry AU Rating: E Word Count: 26k Podfic available here Read by: randomicicle Length: 3-4 hours AU. In the aftermath of October 31st, 1981, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black try to set their differences aside to keep Harry safe.

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jmagnabo92 · 2 years

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Rescuing His Son

Sirius Potter has broken out of Azkaban five years after his incarceration and opts to rescue his son from the Dursleys and their oh so loving care.

A snippet from a Sirius Raises Harry fic that may never get anywhere.

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Sirius frowns on Saturday afternoon. He’d been watching Harry for three days, and he looked to be miserable. His cousin seems to pick on him, he doesn’t seem to have any friends, and he seems downright unhappy. If that wasn’t bad enough, it was obvious that Harry was abused. His clothes were obvious hand-me-downs from his cousin, he glasses looked like they had been broken multiple times and were held together by duct tape, and worse yet, he was tiny and looked malnourished.

Even further, he’d watched as Harry was berated by his aunt and uncle, and instead of playing on Saturday, he’d been forced to work on some truly unchildlike chores. And THEN, they left him alone, at least as far as Sirius could tell. They’d called him in, and then the parents and son left, seemingly without Harry. Concerned, and aware that there wasn’t any kind of magical protection, he carefully approaches the house, and gets inside.

He frowns, as he looks around. There weren’t any signs that Harry lived here. All of the pictures showed parents and son. No Harry. He goes upstairs and finds four bedrooms. One was clearly the Master, one was clearly their son’s, a third was a guest room, and the last looked like a room for all of the toys their son broke. His frown deepens, where did Harry sleep?

Going back downstairs, he looks around again. There has to be some clue as to where Harry sleeps.

Deciding to check the rest of the house, he walks down the hall. As he passes the cupboard, he hears a strange noise. Pausing, Sirius looks at it, frowning. There’s a lock on the outside, forcing whatever was inside to be stuck in there.

What was in there? It couldn’t hurt to look.

Using wandless magic, he unlocks the door, and opens it.

“Don’t hurt me!” a small voice says.

Curled up in the furthest corner of the tiny cupboard was Harry, his eyes closed and looked like he was trying to protect himself, and was clearly afraid, “Harry?” Sirius chokes out, as his heart breaks.

His son was living in a cupboard?

Harry opens his eyes, “Do – do I know you?”

“No, but I know you. I’m – well, it’s a long story, why don’t you come out and I’ll explain it to you while we get some food it’s well past lunch and I didn’t see you eat anything earlier.”

“Freaks aren’t allowed food,” Harry mumbles, and shakes his head, “I’m not allowed to leave the cupboard while they’re away.”

Sirius struggles to keep his anger in check, so he doesn’t frighten his son. These muggles were damn lucky that he wouldn’t risk killing them and losing Harry again. Taking a deep breath, he says, “Well, I am actually here to have you come live with me, so you don’t need to worry about them anymore. And – and you are not a freak, you’re a wizard, like your parents.”

“What?” Harry asks, confused. “You want me to live with you?”

“Very much so,” Sirius states. “Come with me to the kitchen, and I’ll explain.”

It took a lot of promises that he wouldn’t be left to the mercies of the Dursleys, and a lot of uncertainty on Harry’s part before Sirius was able to get the two of them into the kitchen, and call Missy to get them some food (it would take more than a couple of days for Sirius to trust his own cooking, again).

After getting some food, Harry had attacked the food like he hadn’t gotten food in some time, which depressed Sirius even more. When asked, Sirius had to contain his anger when Harry said he’d last eaten at school the previous day. He knew it wasn’t Harry’s fault, and he didn’t want to scare him, so he instead assures him that he would never go hungry again.

Then he explained the situation at a six-year-old level, just the basics, that they’d been married all of three of them, one of their friends told a mean man where they lived, and they were killed. Then he explained about the frame-up and breaking out. Then he explained about the amulets and other identities and how he wasn’t supposed to come to the Dursleys.

Then he started telling him about magic and their youth, falling in love with James first before falling in love with Lily. He told him about how James was smitten with Lily but fell for Sirius first, and how Lily had noticed the two of them and somehow wanted to be with both of them. He told him stories about their pranking days, and the wonderful world of magic.

By the time the Dursleys arrived home (far too many hours later considering that Harry had been locked in the cupboard with no food or water), Harry was happy and excited to realize that he wasn’t a freak, and neither were his parents. Of course the smile slid right off his face when he heard the come in, and Vernon yells, “BOY!” upon seeing the cupboard door open.

Sirius gestures for Harry to get behind him as he moves to the doorway of the kitchen, “He has a name.”

“Who are you? How did you get in my house? You’re one of those freaks, aren’t you?” Vernon demands, still yelling.

“Yes, I am. Except, I wouldn’t call us freaks, I’d call people who lock their nephew in a cupboard, starve him, and treat him like a servant, Freaks.”

“Whatever he told you was all lies!”

“I’ve been watching you, Vernon. I know that it’s not and I am appalled that Lily could be related to likes of you people,” Sirius states, “But it ends now. Harry is coming home with me, and all you have to do is sign the paperwork, and never tell anyone I was here. When Dumbledore eventually figures it out, tell him Harry ran away from your loving care.”

Vernon looks like he’s about to explode in anger at the implication of Sirius’ words, but Petunia steps forward, “We’ll never see him or any other freak, again?”

“I wouldn’t let him be anywhere near the likes of you after what you’ve done, so yes, you’ll never see him, again.”

“Then we’ll sign the paperwork.”

It only took a few minutes before Sirius had all that he needed, and he picks up Harry to make the apparition easier. “You know, Lily would’ve never treated your son the way you treated hers, and I hope that when you meet them in the afterlife, that you get what you deserve for abusing your nephew. The only reason I’m not going to do anything to you is because I promised Harry, I’d get him the hell away from you, and I don’t want to inflict anymore time in your presence on him.”

With that, the apparate away from the horrible house and those horrible people.

***

Sirius had taken Harry straight to the cottage, their home, but then decided they needed clothing and things for both of them, so Sirius gave Harry his amulet, which Harry accepted without a second thought (and marveled at it) before getting him in the car and going to various shops in the mall near the cottage.

It had taken several hours, but eventually, both he and Harry had plenty to wear, new things for their bedrooms, and every toy Harry showed any interest in. Sirius knew that he’d probably been spoiling the boy but knowing his son had spent the last five years living in the cupboard under the stairs, he figured it was okay. He was making up for lost time.

Arriving home for a second time, Sirius figured that both of them were exhausted, especially the little one, so after making sure that they both ate and cleaned up – Harry was probably the only kid to be thrilled with bath time, something else to be furious with the Dursleys about –, he showed him his room.

“Alright, Harry, your room is the first door on the left at the top of the stairs, next to the bathroom, but if you’d like to change rooms, just let me know,” Sirius states, as he leads the way up there. “Would you like me to stay with you?”

Sirius could tell that Harry was afraid to say yes, even though his body language was screaming yes. So, Sirius reads him a bedtime story until he falls asleep before curling up as Padfoot at the end of his bed.

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November 9th

Harry was thrilled when he woke up the next morning and his dream about a man coming to save him from the Dursleys came true. He’d known it was real when he realized how soft his bed was, and when he opened his eyes and put on his new glasses, he saw much clearer than he did before. The new glasses (found at some optometrist in the mall) worked wonders, and that wasn’t the only thing that was new.

No, everything he now owned was new. They hadn’t just bought clothes, but books and toys, as well. Even his bed, which had been a crib was now a racecar bed. It was red for Gryffindor, which was apparently his parents’ schoolhouse. Sirius had explained all about magic, even telling him about his animal form which he’d proven by becoming a dog and licking his face. Excited at the possibilities, Harry had asked what his mum and other dad could turn into, but Sirius had explained that James had been a stag, while his mother had not been able to transform. The process was apparently long and hard to accomplish.

Still, Harry giggles when he sees Sirius as Padfoot, the name of his dog form, at the end of his bed. Maybe he didn’t want to leave Harry alone the night before and opted to be a guard dog.

Padfoot must have sensed that he was awake because he lifted his head, curious, before rushing towards his head, and he licks his cheek.

“Padfoot, stop!” he says, laughing, and pushing him away.

Sirius laughs as he changes back to himself right before crashing onto the floor.

“I’m sorry, Padfoot, are you okay?” Harry asks, leaning over the side of the bed.

Sirius is still laughing, “Of course, kiddo.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Harry says, a little worried.

Sirius laughs, “I’m not hurt, I promise. I’ve had worse scrapes. Fallen from higher places.”

“Really? Like where?” Harry asks, curiously. Finally allowed to ask questions, Harry was excited to get some answers.

“About ten feet in the air on my first broom ride.”

“Broom? You actually ride brooms?”

Sirius smiles at his excitement, “So do you. I bought you your first broom. Lily wrote me a letter that mentioned that you nearly ran over the cat.”

“We had a cat?” Harry asks, excited to learn about his life before.

Sirius nods, “You did. You did. Although, I didn’t get along with that cat.”

“Because sometimes you’re a dog?” Harry asks, scrunching up his nose.

Sirius laughs, “Yeah, yeah, sometimes, I am.” He transforms and jumps on the bed teasing Harry again. “Ahh! Padfoot!” Harry squirms away and runs down the stairs.

Padfoot chases after him until he lands on first floor and into the kitchen where Missy, the house-elf, is cooking breakfast.

“Bad masters, playing in the kitchen, Missy thinks.”

Sirius laughs as he transforms, “Sorry, Missy.” He looks at Harry, “We can play outside after breakfast. Maybe check out the neighborhood. We also need to take you to the doctor, proper eye doctor, and dentist, you know, all that medical stuff. I doubt that the Dursleys took you to the doctor. Do you know if you’ve had any shots or anything?”

Harry shrugs, “I’ve never been to the doctor that I can remember. I think I must have…right? To go to school?”

“Uh, well, we’ll figure it out. I think that’s priority number one, and then there’s school, uh…we…are you alright with homeschooling this year and just go back in January for the new term?”

Harry nods, “As long as I don’t go back to school with Dudley.”

“Well, we’re a little too far for that, anyway.” He pauses. “Did you get along with your cousin?”

Harry shrugs, “Not really.”

“Well, then, I suppose you’re not worried about visiting then?”

“Definitely, not.”

“Breakfast is done,” Missy says, setting the table.

Harry and Sirius sit across from each other, and Missy offers Sirius three little bottles.

“What are those?” Harry asks.

“They’re potions to help me recover from Azkaban.”

“What’s Azkaban?” Harry asks, and immediately regrets it because Sirius gets a sadden look in his eyes.

“Uh, kiddo, do you remember me explaining that two of your parents were murdered because their friend sold them to the man that did it?” Sirius asks. Harry nods, he’d been so upset to learn about that, especially when Sirius explained that the man had tried to kill Harry, but he survived, which was why he was famous in the magical world, and why they are trying to stay in the muggle world with different muggle names. “And how I was framed?” Another nod. “As I said, Peter kind-of…well, he framed me. I was thrown in Azkaban, the wizard prison without a trial, and I…well, I …sort of broke out.”

“You’re a fugitive?” Harry asks, eyes big.

“I’m not dangerous…”

“I know you’re not; you would’ve hurt me by now,” Harry states. Besides, why would Sirius buy him new things if he wanted to hurt Harry? “And you’re my dad…my second dad, or my first… and he was the second…”

Sirius sighs, “Good, I’m glad you’re not afraid of me, I just…I tried to declare my innocence, but no one would listen to me, so I – I took care of it myself. I knew about this hideaway, and the new identities, and so I – I broke out, and since I was supposed to – to take care of you, well…”

Harry smiles, “I’m glad you came to get me. I hated the Dursleys, and you’re much better…” he frowns, “You promise not to take me back, right?”

Sirius nods, “I promise. You’re my son, and if well, I know it’s confusing having two dads especially since one is gone, so if you’d like you can call me ‘Pad’ or ‘Pads’ or ‘Padfoot’. We had both intended to be called Dad, but I’d be okay with Pad, too.”

“I like Pads.”

“Okay, Pads it is. So, now that that is settled, why don’t we eat up and then explore?”

“Sounds great.”

#Sirius Black #Harry James Potter #Sirius and Harry #sirius and harry saturday #Sirius raises Harry

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potterheaded-hipster · 1 year

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Chapters: 11/30 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Andromeda Black Tonks, Ted Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks, Minerva McGonagall, Peter Pettigrew, Albus Dumbledore Additional Tags: wolfstar, Sirius Black Raises Harry Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin Raise Harry Potter, Sirius Black Never Went to Azkaban, Sad Sirius Black, Sirius Black Needs a Hug, Manipulative Albus Dumbledore, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Depression, Grief/Mourning, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Protective Minerva McGonagall, Fluff and Angst, Recovery, Domestic Fluff Summary:

What if on that fateful Halloween night, Sirius hadn't given into his desperate urge for revenge? What if he remembered the promise he made to his best friends, the only real family he knew, and took Harry home? What if he left hunting down that pathetic rat to Dumbledore, and poured all the love he could onto his poor orphaned godson?

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #harry potter marauders #marauders #marauders fanfiction #the marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar raising harry #sirius black raising harry #sirius raises harry #sirius raises harry au #sirius never goes to azkaban

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billsbae · 6 months

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Grimmauld Palace, 1993

barty: nice onesie. Does it come in men?

harry, annoyed 13-year-old: oh I think you come in men enough for all of us

sirius:

evan:

james:

pandora:

marlene:

lily:

regulus: oh i'm so proud of you <3

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realitybitesyouknowit · 1 year

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Harry hadn't planned on attending Draco's stupid party. He hadn't planned on sleeping with his enemy either. But nothing went according to plan when Harry Potter was involved.

#Harry Potter #Fanfiction #harrymort #Sirius raises Harry #Malfoy Yule Party #Blackmail pictures galore #Go figure Rita stayed sober for a scoop

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oxydiane · 1 year

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The first time Harry unwraps a birthday present that doesn’t make him want to cry after uttering a tight lipped ‘thank you’ he is nine.

He is turning nine and not waking up in the cupboard under the stairs. He is turning nine and doesn’t have to watch over Dudley’s bacon on the stove and bite his lip as he watches Aunt Petunia scoop a much more abundant portion of eggs in his cousin’s plate. He is turning nine and the carefully wrapped box in front of him is much bigger than anything he had been allowed to keep in his cupboard.

Sirius Black sits in front of him, a nervous smile on his face.

It seemed to be a default for his godfather, Harry thinks. That’s the same nervous smile he had sported when he showed up at Privet Drive announcing he was taking Harry away.

Harry had hidden behind the door, then, quietly listening to Sirius explain his name had recently been cleared and he was Harry’s rightful guardian. He used a lot of big words, explaining carefully as if he had prepared a speech ahead, as if he had got ready for a fight.

He doesn’t need to fight anyone, the Dursleys are all-too-eager to give him away.

Harry packs all his belongings in record time, there hadn’t been much anyways, and he walks out of Privet Drive, number 4 hand in hand with his godfather.

He walks out of Privet Drive, number 4 for the last time and that had felt like a dream come true already.

‘So? Aren’t you going to open it?’ Sirius asks, pushing the gift towards Harry.

Harry nods. ‘Thank you.’

‘No need to thank me already, you haven’t even opened it,’

Harry blinks, confused. Aunt Petunia didn’t like it when he wouldn’t thank them for each thing he was given, from Dudley’s worn out socks to the broken clothes hanger he had unwrapped on his sixth birthday. But Sirius wasn’t Aunt Petunia.

He scratches the tape on the side of the box, careful not to ruin the wrapping,

A surprised sigh escapes his mouth when he sees what looks like a box of LEGOs. It was a big box too, and he knew LEGOs were expensive. But after a second look he realises that it had nothing to do with the bright red toys Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would buy Dudley, because the pictures on this box moved and bright gold letters spelled out ‘Build Your Own Quidditch Pitch!’

‘I didn’t really know what you’d like,’ Sirius speaks to fill in the silence, he scratches the back of his head with one hand looking rather bashful. ‘I know you probably don’t know much about Quidditch, but your dad loved it, so I thought—‘

‘My dad loved it?’ Harry bites his tongue when he realises he’s interrupted his godfather. He didn’t want him to be annoyed or mad at him but the mention of his dad, and to know what he loved—

‘Yeah, his room used to be full of these gimmicks,’ he says fondly and Harry breathes a sigh of relief, because Sirius wasn’t mad he had interrupted him.

He looks back down at the box, the golden letters and moving figures flying all over the cover. His dad used to love this? He was holding something that his dad used to love.

He doesn’t notice it, the way tears start welling up his eyes, at least not until Sirius stands up looking alarmed.

‘Shi— I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you don’t like this? It’s okay, we can go out and you can choose anything you want as a special birthday treat, okay? We can throw this away—‘

‘No!’ Harry is shocked by how loud his voice is. His arms wrap protectively around the big box on the table and he shakes his head violently. ‘I love it!’

Sirius seems to calm down at once, and Harry feels his hand gently rest against his head and twist his hair.

‘Alright, I’m happy you liked it, sprong,’

‘Loved it!’ Harry insists, eyes still wet.

‘I’m happy you loved it.’

Harry relishes in the soft touch, something he was still trying to get accustomed to.

He was nine years old, and he got a birthday present.

#soo writes #word vomit #harry potter #sirius black #harry james potter #james potter #good godfather sirius black #sirius raises harry #sirius raising harry #sirius gets his name cleared au #because #yh #im so emo for them #ficlet #drabble #marauders #quidditch #and fuck the dursleys

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heartofspells · 2 years

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@wolfstarmicrofic

Prompt: sand

Sirius flops down on the towel he's spread out, utterly exhausted. He misses half of it, landing partially in the gritty substance beneath him but not caring enough to move. He closes his eyes, but keeps one cracked enough to train it on a babbling Harry, teetering back and forth as he searches for balance, sitting near enough that Sirius can reach him if needed.

He'd thought this would be a good idea. A day out, away from their home that's steadily becoming stuffier and more confining with each passing hour. Sirius is willing to admit his sudden burst of inspiration had maybe been more about him than his godson. But now he's realizing his mistake, the errors in his thinking.

Who brings a two-year-old to the beach alone? What's a toddler meant to do here other than try to continuously wobble his way into the waves to drown and die, driving his godfather to quick insanity? It's too warm, too bright. There aren't nearly enough people wandering about, something Sirius had originally thought would be a good thing. And he is itchy. Sirius groans a little as he thinks about the very long drive here, how useless it had been, and Harry giggles between his senseless chatter beside him.

"All right, mate?" says a voice above him, a shadow falling over him, blocking out the sun sending him to near blindness. "You look knackered or half-dead. Can't figure out which."

Sirius opens his eyes, blinks twice, then squints at the man staring down at him, brown eyes flared with mirth as they flicker to Harry and then back to Sirius. He takes in the stranger's unruly mop of waves falling over his head, brown but almost golden in the sunlight, his gaze dropping lower to admire sun-kissed skin, faintly red in places and gleaming brilliantly. Sirius gapes for a long moment before he comes back to himself and pushes himself up to sitting.

"Er, yeah. Yeah, fine," he manages, shaking himself mentally.

The man's lips twitch a little at their corners, amusement clear. "Sure about that?" he says as he drops down into a crouch beside Sirius. "You seem uncertain." His head cocks a little to the side, staring at Sirius like a curious owl. His breath hits the base of his throat and stops. Sirius swallows.

"'Course, yeah," attests Sirius, voice only wavering a small amount. "Just, y'know, beach day with the sprog. He likes the water too much."

This close, Sirius can see the salt staining the man's flesh. He watches as the stranger flicks his tongue over his lips idly and wonders if they taste like it. Then those brown eyes are shifting over Sirius' shoulder, focusing on something else, and Sirius rounds. Harry is moving, toddling away slowly. Sirius begins to go after him, but Harry stops a few paces away, sitting again, and Sirius returns to rest for the time being.

The man hums a little. "Beaches are difficult places with young children." His gaze settles back on Sirius. "No one helping you?" he inquires, and the question sounds leading.

"No," responds Sirius quickly, probably too quickly judging by the way the man's eyes dancing with humor. "No one, no."

"That's a pity," remarks the stranger, but he doesn't look very apologetic. Then he says, "Sand."

Sirius blinks in confusion. "What?"

The man chuckles and motions with his head towards Harry. "Your kid's eating sand," he informs calmly.

Sirius' head whips around so fast pain bursts through his neck, searing up into the back of his skull. "Harry, no!" he cries, lurching to his feet and darting for the toddler. He hears the man laughing behind him as he goes.

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #sirius/remus #harry potter #sirius raises harry #sirius raising harry #meet cute #wolfstarmicrofic #my writing #my microfics #holli writes

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7 Up/ Last Line Tag

This is kind of a mash up of two things, but ultimately it's to share a snippet of a WIP.

Thanks for the tags, @mikaharuka , @mrsmungus , @tsunderewatermelon and @danceswithdarkspawn .

This is from the Remus in Azkaban AU that @udaberriwrites enabled:

Molly was sitting on the floor with Ginny in her lap and Ron was zooming a miniature Knight Bus around his mother. She looked a little frazzled and Sirius bit his lip, unsure if he wanted to add Harry to what was already a busy afternoon for Molly.

But she looked up at them and beckoned. “Sirius, Harry…it’s so good to see you. Ron, look who’s here!” Sirius put Harry down as Ron toddled over and showed Harry the bus. Then the two took off and Sirius looked at Molly gratefully.

“Thank you…I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important that I keep this appointment…”

Open tag because I lost track of who did this recently...

#wolfstar #sirius black #harry potter #sirius raises harry #role reversal au #remus in azkaban #7up

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letraspal · 25 days

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“What? You said take Harry with you!”

“You know this is not what I meant, Sirius!”

#wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar #remus lupin #Sirius black #moony #padfoot #padfoodblackdog #fanart #letraspal #carry on #illustration #book characters #harry potter fanart #Harry Potter

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industrations · 1 year

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I made this for my mental stability 🤝

#wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #remus x sirius

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jmagnabo92 · 1 year

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It’s Not Your Fault

Part 9 of Sirius and Harry Bonding Series

AO3

Harry's brooding after the event with the snake and Sirius has to find a way to help Harry through it by giving him his special present.

***

Despite the fact that Sirius had become quite the confidant for Harry in the last few months (their near-daily mirror talks had skyrocketed Sirius to Harry’s go-to person – even more than their letters from the previous year had), he finds himself at a loss when it comes to Harry. For whatever reason, his kid was absolutely refusing to be around anyone else in the house, including Sirius. Even though the previous night, he had confided in him a bit.

He sensed from Harry’s tidbit about his dream that Harry is worried that he’s somehow responsible for the attack on Arthur and from the looks on the Weasley kids’ faces didn’t exactly help. Once Arthur was established as stable, they’d sent the kids to bed. Harry hadn’t come to second breakfast/lunch but was taken to St. Mungo’s with everyone else. Afterwards, he claimed to be tired, but hasn’t come out for dinner.

Sirius couldn’t sleep last night/this morning and hadn’t felt any better when Harry refused to come to lunch despite the best efforts of his friends (including Hermione, who had ditched her own parents to be with them instead), Harry continued to hide and now, it was almost dinner with no sign of him.

Harry was likely brooding and considering doing something crazy like leaving headquarters and running away to protect the ones he loved. He’d heard enough of the kids’ conversation to know that they believe Harry might’ve been possessed because Moody and the other order members around Arthur’s bed had talked about it with the kids nearby and those extendable ears.

Poor kid. Clearly, his friends hadn’t dispelled him of the notion.

Knowing that he needs to get Harry to talk to him, he sends the kids downstairs, leans against the door and pulls out the mirror. “Harry.”

It takes multiple calls before a puffy-eyed Harry appears in the mirror. “I’m not in the mood to talk, Sirius.”

“I think we need to talk, Kid,” Sirius states, his eyebrows raised at Harry’s use of his name. He’d always called him ‘Pads’ since the day before the school year started whenever it was just the two of them. “I can help – at least let me try.”

Harry’s clearly uninterested in responding as he doesn’t even look at Sirius through the mirror.

“Alright, kid. We don’t have to talk, but I do have a surprise for you. Wanna come out so I could show you? I spent weeks on it – please, come out? Just for me?”

Harry rolls his eyes and huffs out a sigh, “Fine.”

The door opens behind him, and Harry looks like a tired mess, but still rather defiant. “Where’s this ‘surprise’?”

Sirius grins and grabs his hand and leads him up the stairs. They make it to the third door next to Regulus’ room on the children’s floor. The plaque read Harry James Potter’s Room.

Harry looks at him, “What’s this?”

“Your surprise. Go on, look inside.”

Harry hesitates but is clearly curious and slowly enters the room. He walks to the middle of the room, which is decorated with all of Harry’s favorite things, and pictures of his family – Ie, his parents, Sirius and himself. There weren’t many, but Sirius hoped to rectify that. He’d included photos of when Harry was a baby. It’d taken him a while to find them all – sneaking out of headquarters with Dobby to find them at his old flat (which had been willed to him by his Uncle Alfred and visiting Andy secretly while Tonks was gone because she would mention his excursions to Remus or Dumbledore and Sirius didn’t want the Order to know). Harry’s spinning around looking at everything in utter shock before sitting on the queen-sized bed with golden sheets and a deep red blanket since he’s used to the Gryffindor dorms’ color.

He looks shocked. “This is – for me?”

Sirius smiles as he moves in front of Harry, “I offered you a home when I was almost freed, and I couldn’t follow through. Now, I – I know that I – I can’t fully offer you to stay while I’m technically still on the run. I – I want to, but with the Ministry paying close attention to you, it’s hard… Dumbledore has to approve when you come and – and…” Sirius shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter, the point is – this is your home, I know it’s kind of depressing and I’d rather we live anywhere else, but … this is what I can do for now. Someday, when I get the chance to be free and prove my innocence, we’ll get a new home, and we’ll design it ourselves, and it’ll be exactly everything we both want because I want you with me – you’re my kid, and we both deserve to have our home together as a family, but for now, I wanted you to have your own room and know that you’re not a guest here – you’re at home here with me.”

Harry’s quiet for a long time and Sirius is almost afraid to look at him, worried than he made a mistake, that Harry didn’t want to be with him – live with him or have a home with him. That maybe Harry eagerly accepting Sirius’ offer had just been the excitement of the moment (discovering a godfather, his innocence and potential freedom), that even if he had asked if he could live with him when he was worried about getting expelled, it was just because he didn’t want to go back to the Dursleys, not be with Sirius, and that just because he wants to spend the holidays with Sirius doesn’t necessarily want a home with him. It could be that he was just worried and wanted some comfort and assurances, not that he actually wanted to live with Sirius… especially when Grimmauld Place was not his idea of a good home… there could be so many reasons that Harry seemed somewhat interested in staying with Sirius, but maybe… maybe… maybe…

“Of course, if you don’t –” Sirius is cut off when Harry suddenly throws himself in Sirius’ arms. He buries his face in Sirius’ neck, getting it all wet from his tears, and mutters something about never having a home before. “Oh, Kid, I love you. I always wanted you here, I just come with some complications, and I wasn’t sure if you would want to…”

“Of course, Pads!” Harry says, leaning back and wiping his tears. “I’ve always wanted to live with you ever since you offered, but I thought – maybe you didn’t want me to, especially with the other day...”

“Of course I did, Kid. I’ve always wanted you with me. I’ve been wanting to make sure you’d be here for holidays for weeks – same thing with last summer, but…” He shakes his head and smiles. “So, do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it! I – I get to stay here for the holidays?” Harry asks, his eyes sparkling in excitement. “This room is really mine?”

“Yes, I’ll have Dobby move your things – that elf really loves you,” Sirius smiles. He’s thrilled with Harry’s response to the room – happy that after worrying for so long that he wouldn’t be able to give Harry a place to call his own that he finally can. “He helped me buy the stuff and – er – helped me sneak out of here, completely hidden, I promise. So don’t worry.” He pauses, and says, “But don’t tell anyone – I was careful, but they don’t need to know.”

“Of course I won’t tell.” Harry smiles, “I’m glad you got to get out safely. You were so happy when you were out and about as Padfoot when you took me to the train, I worried about you being stuck inside.”

“I’m feeling a lot better these days, this project for you helped distract me. Sometimes, it’s projects that can help quite a bit,” Sirius states. “Distractions can be great.”

He knows it’s not fair to bring up whatever was bothering Harry right now, but he needs to be sure that his kid is actually doing okay. Whatever happened had shaken him, and he just wants to make it better.

“Until you bring it back up again,” Harry states, giving him a look. He lets go of Sirius and sits back on the bed. “Thank you for this –”

“You’re welcome,” Sirius grins, pleased.

“– and I suppose that you want me to talk about what’s wrong?” Harry sighs, as he finishes as if Sirius hadn’t interrupted.

Sirius moves to sit on the little couch by the wall across from him, “Well, I want you to do whatever you want to do that will make you happy. If that’s confiding in me – well, then, I’ll be happy, but as always, I won’t force you to share with me. I’ll just tell you that I love you and I’m here for you whenever you want to talk.”

Harry bites his bottom lip, clearly uncertain about whatever’s bothering him, but after a quiet few minutes in which he looks around at all of the things Sirius had included for him, including some books on defense and other things. The pictures, the items, and the mirror now his sitting beside him clearly helps.

Finally, he says, “I’m worried about the fact that I can see into his mind – it’s not just his moods anymore. I dreamt about him before, but it has gotten so strong and – and I felt like I was the snake that bit Mr. Weasley. I thought – what if I could get possessed or something? What if he’s looking through my eyes right now and – I – I can’t be the reason someone else gets hurt.”

“Harry, kid, that’s not possible. Yes, you’re seeing in his mind, but he can’t possess you, and it’s incredibly hard to purposely look into your mind from that far away, even in person, it would be incredibly difficult. It’s easier when you’re sleeping, and your defenses are down. Even if he were to attempt to possess you, you wouldn’t remember it. Possession generally leaves you to lose hours of your life – just like the imperious curse does. You’re uncertain, you can’t remember… there’s many ways that it’s obvious.”

Harry pauses. “So… if I – I remember everything than I’m not… I wasn’t…”

“It’s not your fault, Kid,” Sirius assures him. “Whatever happened no one blames you and you shouldn’t blame yourself.”

“But I – I heard them and the looks that they gave me afterwards, it’s just…” Harry looks utterly terrified at the idea of possibly being the reason someone gets hurt.

“It’s not you, Kid. We all know that. He did it, he was possessing the snake, not you,” Sirius assures him.

Harry sighs, clearly he’d been worried about it because of the stupid Order members. Sirius will have to make sure those members get a talking to about the situation. “I’ve been afraid to sleep just in case it happens again…”

“You shouldn’t be, Harry. Like I said – we did think your scar pain would happen more now, and you’re seeing more, but that doesn’t mean that he can or would possess you. It is a bit of a concern, but not for that reason. Actually, I think I have a few ideas on how to help you, not sure it will because your scar is special, but I can try.”

“Thanks, Pads.” Harry yawns, clearly tired.

“Okay, Kid, why don’t we get your something to eat and then you can get some actual rest?” Sirius suggests.

“What if it happens again?”

“Well, I can stay with you, if you’d like? As Padfoot. Protecting you from the nightmares?”

“Would you?” Harry questions, eyes hopeful but uncertain. “It’s not too much to ask?”

Sirius smiles, “Of course not, you’re my kid, I’d do anything for you.”

“Thanks, Pads. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

***

When they next awoke, Sirius could tell that Harry was feeling much better. “A good rest then, Kid?”

Harry nods. “I felt safer with you here – this bed is pretty special, too.”

Sirius grins, “Comfiest one we could find. Only the best for my kid. I’d do anything for you.”

Harry smiles, “Your kid.”

“That’s right, kid,” Sirius smiles. “You’re my kid, and I’d give you the world if I could.”

“Would you – maybe –” Harry stutters, shakes his head and stops.

“Come on, Kid. You can ask me anything – you know that,” Sirius assures him.

Harry looks uncertain, but nods after a few minutes. “Would you sleep here – like this? I just felt safer with Padfoot here… but it’s not fair to –”

“Harry, kid, stop.” Sirius smiles at him, “I want to help you in any way I can – I spend a lot of time as Padfoot, if you want me to curl up as Padfoot while you sleep, I’d gladly do it. Anything to help you.”

Harry’s eyes widen, “You really mean that?”

“Of course,” Sirius repeats. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know – it just, can’t be comfortable.”

Sirius laughs, “I spent most of last year in a cave – sleeping as Padfoot, I spent most of the year before in the forest – sleeping as Padfoot, I spent years Azkaban – sleeping as Padfoot, and this year? I still spend most of my time sleeping as Padfoot. I do somewhat better now that I have a real bed, but I certainly don’t mind sleeping as Padfoot.” He smiles. “Especially if it helps my favorite kid.”

“I’m your only kid,” Harry laughs.

“You don’t know that, maybe I have other kids hiding somewhere,” Sirius jokes, when Harry suddenly looks uncertain. “I’m just kidding – I haven’t had sex with a woman –”

“Gross – I don’t need to know about that.”

Sirius laughs and continues as if Harry hadn’t interrupted. “– so I can’t have more kids out there. You’re my one and only kid, but you’re still my favorite, I promise.”

Harry smiles, “Thanks, Pads. I appreciate you.”

“I love you, Kid.”

“I love you, too.”

***

Sirius can’t help smiling as he leans in the doorway of Harry’s new room. He’s showing it off to his friends. Ron had been put out that Harry had his own room, but ultimately, Harry managed to point out that he's never had his own room before – the room he uses at the Dursleys is Dudley’s second bedroom. That and Sirius had worked so hard on it that Harry wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

Sirius is just happy that Harry seems happy with it.

“The twins did apologize in case you’re wondering,” Remus says from behind him. “I assume that’s why you’re watching them.”

“That’s not it at all. Although I’m happy to hear it,” Sirius states, genuinely. “I just wanted to see him be happy. This is the first time that he has his own room to show off – it’s just nice to see how excited he is.”

Remus smiles, too. “And you’re proud that all of that work over the last few weeks that you did.”

“I can’t be proud of my hard work?” Sirius teases. He knows that Remus is just kidding. Things had been getting better between them and it feels natural to joke around again.

“I think it’s good that you’re proud. I think having such a project on your hands helped you, too.”

“Hmm-mm, I think it’s less pride of what I’ve accomplished and prouder of the fact that I could finally given him some sense of the home that I should’ve given him all that time or at least since the end of his third year.” Sirius looks down, feeling guilty that he hadn’t given Harry the home he should have given him all along. He couldn’t help feeling that James and Lily would be disappointed in him. “He just deserves a home – even if this place sucks.”

“You know that it’s not your fault, right?” Remus asks, prompting Sirius to look at him. “You know that we had no way of knowing that Pettigrew would do what he did (or when he did) or that he would escape that night when you had to go on the run.”

Sirius shakes his head looking down at his engagement locket that hangs around his neck that Dobby was able to find as it had returned to his flat when he was thrown in Azkaban. “Pettigrew was a rat, literally. I should’ve known – I should’ve been there that night.”

Given that this has been a frequent topic over the last few months, particularly since Sirius’ birthday, it’s no surprise that Remus seemingly drops the subject to ask, “What’s that?”

“It’s – it’s a locket.”

“Yeah, that much I gathered – I know what a locket looks like,” Remus teases.

Sirius moves back slightly so he’s out of the room and the kids won’t be able to hear him. “It’s my engagement locket that James gave me – Dobby found it at my flat.”

Remus frowns, “Engagement locket?”

“Yeah – er – James knew that he couldn’t propose to me properly because no one knew that we were willfully sharing him. So, he bought this locket and engraved it – planned a whole special night that was ruined by the Order’s surprise engagement party for James and Lily. I was jealous and spent the next week avoiding being at home – went to my flat. Until they tricked me back home – Lily and I talked – and James proposed the next morning with this.”

He lifts the locket, which Remus takes a closer look at it. The engravement reads: James and Sirius Potter, 1976 to Forever.

“See the engraving? He wanted me to know that I’m a Potter even if we had to wait until we could come out after the war… only it ended in devastation.”

He sighs, “And that’s why it absolutely is my fault. I should’ve been there! I never should’ve gone on the mission that week or decided to stop by the rat’s place because something felt off – I should’ve never left or gone straight home.”

“You couldn’t have known it would be that night – we wouldn’t have any idea,” Remus insists.

“I should’ve been there.”

“It’s not your fault, Sirius. It was just meant to be – they were meant to leave us, and you were meant to be here to eventually be here for your kid,” Remus counters. Then nods at the kids in the room, including Harry, who’s looking at him in confusion. “And believe me – Harry would rather you be here.”

Sirius nods, and waves at Harry to show that everything’s okay. “I know – he told me not to blame myself when we talked the night that I gave him the mirror. I just…”

“It’s hard to get over it,” Remus finishes. “I just want you to know – it’s not your fault.”

“I know – I just go through phases – especially being here, reminded of my worst memories even without the dementors,” Sirius states. “But it is the holidays, and I could put my guilt aside to make sure that he finally has a good holiday.”

“I’m sure he appreciates it.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

#Sirius Black #Harry James Potter #Sirius & Harry bonding #Sirius raises Harry #Remus Lupin #Weasley Kids #Prongsfoot mentioned #Mirror Talks #Au 5th year #Sirius & Harry #Sirius and Harry Saturday

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