Harry Potter walked into the Order meeting, completely ignoring the protesting that came from Molly Weasley as he headed towards Sirius.
He sat down on the man’s lap, letting out a content sigh as arms wrapped around him. “Harry dear, go back to your room.”
“No! Want Siri.” He tried to make himself smaller as Molly Weasley started yelling. Sirius got up, still holding him and walked away.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief once they got to Sirius’ room. Nobody could get to him while he was there. “Baby are you okay?” Harry shook his head no, his eyes glistening with tears.
“Do you want milkies?” Harry nodded. Him and Sirius had always been very close, Sirius being the only person who could calm an upset Harry. Sirius had to fight like hell to withdraw Harry from Hogwarts, and the teen now lived with him full time. They created the childhood Harry never got to have when alone.
Harry had awful nightmares and did nothing but cry for the first few weeks. Sirius was desperately looking through old books and discovered a solution. In situations where the godchild had been subjected to abuse, the godfather was able to use a special spell to make himself lactate.
The breastfeeding was used to strengthen the bond between godfather and godchild and sooth the trauma caused by the abuse.
He made sure the wards were locked down and took off his shirt, gently pressing Harry’s face close. The teen immediately latched on, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss as their bond strengthened even more. “Is my baby enjoying his milkies?”
Harry nodded, making a contented noise as he continued to suckle. “Take as much as you need darling. I’ll be right here forever and ever.”
Harry finished after twenty minutes, closing his eyes as he laid his head above Sirius’ heart. “Dada?”
“Yes baby?” Sirius’ heart soared at being called dada. “No more guests. I want our home to be ours again.”
Sirius grinned. “Is it okay if I set you down to do just that? I promise I’ll return, and then you can have some more milkies ya?” Harry nodded, and Sirius smiled, kissing his cheek. “That’s my gorgeous baby boy.”
He absolutely adored being called any term of endearment by Sirius, his favorites being baby boy and baby bug. Bubba was a close second. “I will be back bubba.”
It took Sirius twenty minutes and a crap ton of yelling to return. Harry was in absolute tears. “Daddy!” Sirius’ heart broke at the thought of how badly the argument must have scared his baby boy.
“Come here baby bug. Daddy is going to give you some milkies,” he exclaimed, sitting down on the rocking chair in the corner, opening up his arms.
Harry did not hesitate one second, sighing in relief before Sirius gently pressed his face close to his nipple. “Drink up baby bug. Daddy will keep you safe.”
Harry did so, his eyes shining with peace. He eventually fell asleep mid-feeding, his father’s soothing words echoing in his mind.
The Next Morning
Harry’s mind was foggy with bliss as Sirius fed him cut up strawberries and chocolate chip pancakes. “Is my baby bug enjoying his breakfast?”
“Mmmhmm,” was all Harry could manage to get out, his eyes fluttering open and shut in bliss. “My baby bug must be a little milk drunk!”
Harry had woken them up with an epic nightmare. As soon as Sirius pressed Harry’s tearful face to his nipple, the upset teen had begun to suckle as he slowly awoke from the nightmare.
After finishing their breakfast, Sirius carried Harry to the library. “Would you like daddy to read to you baby bug?” Harry nodded eagerly.
Sirius summoned Dinosaurs Before Dark by Mary Pope Osborne and began to read to an enthralled Harry. They made it through the next two books on the series, The Knight at Dawn and Mummies in the Morning, before Sirius heard soft snoring.
Sirius expected this and silently rocked Harry, making sure his son felt absolutely surrounded by his love. He kissed the teen’s head, squeezing him tightly.
The poor boy must feel exhausted after his nightmare kept him up all night. He maneuvered Hary so he could open up his robe. He then used magic to shed Harry’s shirt before tucking his open robe around his son.
Harry burrowed into the warmth even as he slept, putting his thumb to his mouth. “Sweet baby, keep being you. Do not let anybody change you my dear. You are perfect just the way you are,” Sirius murmured, conjuring a dummy.
He gently took Harry’s thumb out and replaced it with the dummy. Harry loved the dummy, relaxing even more. “That’s my sweet baby. Daddy has you.” Harry awoke two hours later, silently burrowing into Sirius’ robe. “Hey baby bug, how was your nap?”
“Good,” Harry said after he reluctantly took out the dummy. Sirius squeezed him. “I’m glad baby bug. It’s lunchtime. Is there anything you are hungry for?”
“Alfredo pasta with prawns and broccoli please. Can I have some milkies afterwards?”
“Of course darling.” Harry’s eyes lit up as he ran to use the bathroom and wash up. They enjoyed a nice lunch, Harry sitting on Sirius’ lap wile the animagus fed him. “Was lunch yummy?”
“Mmmhmm,” Harry mumbled, his eyes fluttering open and shut in bliss. Sirius moved to the rocking chair in the library and positioned Harry so the teen could easily latch on.
His grey eyes were shining with adoration and love as they locked with his son’s green orbs.
“Dada loves you baby bug, more than you may ever know. You are my baby, my whole world. I will do anything and everything to make sure you stay happy and safe. If you want milkies 8 times a day, you get milkies. If you want to be held, you are going to be held. I would give you the world if I could.”
Harry’s eyes filled with tears of joy, tears of pure happiness. He continued to suckle, cherishing the closeness of their bond. “Take all you need dove. Daddy will put you back in your little cocoon after you are done.” Harry’s eyes lit up.
He absolutely adored being in his cocoon. Sirius would shed both their shirts and wrap Harry under his robe. “It is you and me against the world baby bug. Nobody and nothing are capable of coming between us. You will forever remain my sweet baby bug.” Harry fed for 1.5 hours before falling asleep.
Sirius magicked his robe open and tucked Harry in before closing it. “Rest easy bug. Daddy will watch over you.” Once he was totally sure Harry was asleep, he got up and went to his office, summoning an inkwell, quill, and parchment.
Remus,
I have long contemplated writing this letter to you, but I’ve decided it’s in Harry’s best interests for me to do so. There are things about Harry and I’s bond that you don’t understand. Read the book The Sacred Godfather and Godson Bond by Sybill Fincher. Once you have, call for Kreacher.
Marauder’s Honour,
Sirius
Remus spent the next day and a half reading the book as instructed. He had an aha moment when he came to the following passage.
“In situations where the godson has been extremely abused, there is only one thing that helps; the godfather breastfeeding the godson. This helps soothe the cracks in the godson’s magic caused by the extreme trauma of the abuse over time.”
So that’s what Sirius meant when he said that there’s things about their bond that he wouldn’t understand. He finally finished the book and put it down, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before he called for Kreacher. “Kreacher!”
“Has Master Wolf read the book?” He nodded. “Yes.” Kreacher eyed him up and down, as if to determine whether he was telling the truth before replying. “Very well. I have been instructed to hand another letter to you.” He handed the letter to Remus before vanishing.
Remus,
Thank you so much from Harry and I for taking the time to read the book. I understand that you must have quite a few questions, so I endeavor to do my best to answer them. However, before I do, the Dursleys are in the high security wing of Azkaban.
My baby bug was horrifically abused from the moment he was placed on their doorstep. He was only allowed to eat three times a week until the age of 6, when it was reduced by the sick fucks to two times a week.
By the age of five, he was expected to clean the house top to bottom, cook every one of THEIR meals, and do the yard work. If he did anything they perceived as wrong, he was beaten to within an inch of his life by Vernon and expected to proceed as normal the next day.
The sexual abuse started with inappropriate touching as soon as he arrived(I’ve been able to deduce that is legilimency with his permission) and progressed to full rape at the age of four. Before long, he was being pimped out to Vernon’s sick friends.
He gave me permission to tell you because he trusts me, and I trust you. He wants to get to know you but is scared of you trying to separate us, as am I to be honest.
Before you can visit us, I want you to write us a letter with your reply that is soaked in veritaserum and coated with truth spells. If Harry and I find it satisfactory, I will send Kreacher to fetch you for a visit. Be warned that this is your only chance and that I am doing it like this to protect Harry’s interests. Kreacher will deliver the letter.
Marauder’s Honour,
Padfoot
Sirius,
I can’t even imagine the pain Harry went through and understand the lengths you are going to in order to heal and protect him. Harry is beyond lucky to have you as a godfather.
Do you remember the rough transformation I had back in fifth year? Nothing was helping with the pain. After you got out of classes, you came to the hospital wing and demanded that Madam Pomfrey put me alone in one of the private rooms with you and leave us be. You pulled me onto your lap, and I tucked my head under your chin. The pain vanished.
What I didn’t tell you was right then and there, I began looking to you as a big brother. I hope more than anything that one day I’ll have my big brother back and that my nephew will accept me as his uncle.
Marauder’s Honour,
Moony
He soaked the parchment in three vials of veritaserum and lathered it in truth spells before he called Kreacher. Harry stayed curled up in his nest as Sirius read him the latest letter from Remus. “What do you think baby bug?”
Harry leaned further into the cocoon. “I can feel that he is being genuine dada, but I want to take it slow. A family dinner tonight to start with and then once every 4 days.”
Twenty minutes later, Remus arrived. Harry shyly greeted him from his little nest. “Hey Remus.”
“Hey Harry. Are you enjoying living with Sirius?” Harry’s smile was wide.
“Daddy is awesome! I receive all the cuddles I want and then some!” Remus smiled gently at his nephew as Harry finally emerged from his cocoon.
They enjoyed a nice dinner of steak, asparagus, and macaroni and cheese with treacle tart for dessert. Remus said his goodbyes and left 1.5 hours after his arrival.
Thoughts were swimming in Harry’s head as he laid in his father’s bed. “Hey baby, what are you thinking about?”
“Everything.” Sirius sat down, pulling Harry onto his lap. The teen immediately snuggled close, pulling at Sirius’ shirt. “Do you want milkies?”
Heck yes he did. He tugged again, smiling when Sirius magically she’d their shirts before pressing his face close. “Drink up my dear.”
Harry let his mind regress to that of an infant as he drank, truly desiring for a childhood of love and safety.
Sirius sensed the shift in Harry’s mindset instantly and smiled sadly. His son should have had a loving childhood to begin with.
With that, he lovingly gazed down at the teen. “Daddy will protect you and make sure you are happy. Come back whenever you are ready, no pressure.”
Sirius wrote a letter to Remus, briefly explaining the situation and that he was briefly going under lockdown until Harry was back to normal.
After that, he transfigured a nightstand into a changing table and gently laid Harry down.
After Harry was all dressed, he opened his robe and placed Harry on his chest before tightly closing his robe.
“Domina Magia, audi placita cordis nostri, et nos duas animas in arte magica liga. Fac nos familiam: patrem et filium. Pectora nostra uinculo conserva, ut sanat omnia laedentia. Fac nos videre sicut inter se, dum antiquorum sanguinislines memores. Iuro ipsum diligere et fovere in tempore et in eternum. Ita iuro. Ita fiat festucam(Lady Magic, hear the pleas of our hearts and bond us two souls in magic. Make us family: father and son. Preserve our breastfeeding bond as it is healing all the hurt. Make us look like one another while remembering the ancient bloodlines. I swear to love and cherish him for time and all eternity. So I swear it. So mote it be!)”
Magic swirled around them as Harry’s appearance began to change. His hair began to lengthen and curl, reaching his shoulders as it changed into a light brown.
He now had an aristocratic shaped face and lanky body shape similar to Sirius.
“Dada,” Harry said as awoke, his newly grey eyes gazing at his daddy. “I assume you felt the magic. Daddy just magically adopted you. You now look just like me, and nobody can take you away.” Harry giggled. “Do you want a new name?”
Harry nodded. “Hercules Orion Black, my darling baby.” He looked up and kissed his daddy’s cheek.
“Let’s go on a vacation to celebrate. Daddy has a vacation cabin in the woods of the Pocono Mountains in America. You, me, and the trees.”
He called Kreacher to pack all their belongings before creating a portkey, clutching Hercules tightly as they left England for a well deserved vacation.
Hercules’ eyes were wide as he saw the cabin. The beautiful three story long log cabin was situated at the end of a one mile long driveway in a forest of trees.
“Does my baby want to see the inside? Daddy had Kreacher set up our room. What would have been your room is now your play room.”
“K,” Hercules replied, sticking his thumb in his mouth. Sirius conjured a pacifier and replaced Hercules’ thumb with it as he carried his son inside.
The tension instantly bled out from Hercules’ body as they stepped inside.
“I’ve been entertaining the idea of moving outside of England for awhile. I think it might do us both a load of good to leave.” The infantile teen smiled at the idea. “Here!”
“Do you want to move here Hercules?” Hercules nodded.
“Okay baby bug. Daddy will make all the arrangements. Do not worry your handsome little head love.”
Sirius shed his shirt, caressing Hercules’ cheek. “Have some milkies little one. You must be famished.”
Hercules grinned before latching on. “That is my baby bug, my precious and sweet baby bug. Daddy will always love you.”
“Daddy, where am I? The last thing I remember is the blood adoption, and I barely remember that. What happened?”
“Oh my sweet. You had a mental break. We’re in the United States.” Tears poured down Hercules’ face. “What did I do to deserve this, the pain, the suffering? Why me daddy? Why me?”
“Oh my sweet. Your new name is Hercules, derived from the Greek name Herakles. Herakles is derived from the Greek heros, meaning hero or warrior, and kleos, meaning glory.”
He kissed Hercules’ head before continuing. “Though you never deserved any of what you went through, you are daddy’s strong warrior, my little hero. I love you so much baby bug.”
“Love you too daddy. What is my middle name?” Sirius smiled.
“Orion, just like me. Your full name is Hercules Orion Black, blood son of me, Sirius Black.”
They cuddled quietly for a few minutes before Sirius called for Kreacher. “Kreacher!”
“Yes master!” He smiled at the crotchety house elf. “Please inform Remus about the blood adoption and name change and that Hercules is alright now.”
Hercules cuddled closer, savoring the feeling of the vibrations of his father’s heartbeat, the warmth of his father’s skin against his own. He was home; he was free.