SlytherinS

After a few hours, Harry hears someone start moving around the house. Thinking it is his mum, he gets up and dressed ready for the day. Putting on a pair of black slacks and a white blouse, Harry tries yet again to tame his wild hair. Apart from the cowlik at the back, he does okay for once and so with a small smile, Harry happily leaves his room and heads downstairs. 

Once in the kitchen, he realises it wasn't his mum he heard, but Sirius. 

"Morning padfot." The younger man called as he entered the room. 

A groan is the response as the convict downs his tall mug of coffee. Holding his hand out, Harry waits until he is passed the glass holding the coffee from the cafetiere and pours his own. 

Taking a sip from the black coffee, Harry waits, again. Suddenly Sirius sits upright. "HARRY!" He excitedly yells. "Is it really you?" 

"Yeah Padfoot. It is really me. I'm here." 

Taking the more awake man unto his arms, Sirius hugs Harry. "You're really here. Oh thank fuck for that." Pulling away, Padfoot stared at Harry intensely. "How are you Bambi. You look tired?" 

“Eh, you know what it can be like Siri, especially with my family. Never a minute of peace to do what you want to do.”

“I get that, my mum was similar to yours in how she liked to dictate to us.”

The two laughed slightly before Harry said “Don’t let anyone hear you say that Siri. It won’t end well for you.” 

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I can’t think about it.” Sirius smirked before taking another gulp of coffee. His crazed blue eyes became clearer the more he drank. 

“So, what are you doing up so early?”

“Can’t sleep.”

“Nightmares?”

“Nightmares.”

“Ha, mood.” 

The two went back to silence for a second. Given that Harry looked a little like his two dead best friends, and he was dating his friend and cousin, Sirius wanted to get to know Harry. But, there was a slight problem with the Slytherin identity of the younger male. 

“Would you like some breakfast?” Harry asked once he had finished his coffee. “I was thinking of making myself something.”

“Sure, that’ll be great. Thanks Harry.” Sirius said. “Have you always known how to cook?” 

A dark look passed over Harry’s face for a second before he went back to normal. Rubbing his eyes, Sirius thought he must have imagined it when the younger male responded: “Sort off. I taught myself for the most part.” 

“That is impressive.”

“Yeah, well. I had to learn.” The young adult angrily muttered as he whisked eggs. 

*POP* Kreature sounds as he arrives in the room. Walking Harry on the shins, he tried to stop the other from cooking. "Sit. This is my job. I'm the elf to the noble house of black. Little master should not be cooking. Sit."

"Ow Kreature! Stop! You know I like cooking. Can we stop this debacle each morning. And stop calling me little master. I'm not your master?!?"

"Little master is delusional and needs to sit". Exasperated, Harry does as he says. Seeing Sirius asleep at the table, Harry pulls out a book and starts reading.