“Sirius!” Harry raced through the forest, the ruby-encrusted Sword of Gryffindor clenched in his hands. Harry was cut, bleeding, aching from his efforts, but he knew Sirius needed him.
Harry had to keep running, had to tear down anything that tried to slow him, had to get Sirius. It wasn’t exactly a sense of danger or fear that bubbled inside him, but a sense of importance that made Harry run even faster. Once Harry made it through the forest, he would have his Sirius and everything would be okay. It would be okay.
Everything would be okay as soon as he had his Sirius.
The trees began to thin and Harry held the sword up, ready to defend himself against… something. There was something, something that kept Sirius apart from Harry. Sirius wouldn’t stay away if he didn’t have to, Sirius loved him. Harry knew that as surely as he knew his own name - Sirius loved him.
After running for what felt like an eternity, Harry made it through the trees and his eyes swept the clearing, searching for Sirius. There was one tree, old and sturdy with twisted limbs and ribbons floating in the air in the center of the clearing and that was where Sirius waited.
“Harry!” Sirius waved from where he stood beside another man. Sirius was beautiful and happy, just as he had been in the photos of Harry’s parents wedding, it was how Harry liked seeing him the best. Something about Sirius’s smile made Harry smile - an automatic reflex of joy.
The other man was waxy, pale, and smiling at Harry with thin lips as red as his eyes. As casually as Sirius was dressed in a pair of jeans and a black leather jacket that Harry bought him, the other man had on black trousers and a black dress shirt, topped with a fitted wizarding robe. The clothes seemed to be a purposeful contrast of both his skin tone and Sirius’s casual muggle attire.
“Harry, you made it,” Tom said. “We were beginning to wonder if we would have to hunt you down.”
Harry laughed as he tossed the sword to the side, no longer feeling the desperation he had to hold it. He didn’t need the sword, it was Sirius and Tom.
All Harry needed was Sirius and Tom.
“You would, wouldn’t you?” Harry joked, entirely at ease with Tom’s stiff way of teasing. Harry hurried to Sirius’s side where he had an arm tossed over his shoulder and a smile turned on him.
“We’d do anything for you,” Sirius swore, his eyes burning.
It had to be true, it had to be. Harry would do anything for them as well, they knew that.
Sirius bent down some, Harry tilted his face up, and everything was right. It was right when Sirius kissed Harry, perfect when Tom watched them with a fond smile and hungry eyes.
Everything was better than okay when Harry was with Sirius and Tom - it was perfect.