Sirius & Harry
Sirius stared down at his godson, rescued from the ruins of James’ first home, and felt his eyes water and sting.
“Hush, baby,” he whispered to the crying infant. “You miss your mum and dad, don’t you?”
Sirius knew because he missed them too.
It was just Sirius and Harry in the world together and Sirius just wanted to keep Harry safe in the way he promised he would.
It wasn’t the way he planned with James when they were teenagers discussing making each other their kids’ godfathers, but it was life.
Sirius rocked Harry and sang him lullabies and they cried together most nights.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Sirius whispered when Harry was sick.
“I’ll do better next year,” Sirius swore when Christmas came and passed and Sirius hadn’t even considered planning anything.
“One day you’ll go here,” Sirius told Harry when he led him by the hand to visit Minerva at Hogwarts.
“Call me every day,” Sirius begged Harry when he was on a plane to go on holiday with Neville and Augusta.
When Harry was eleven and went to Hogwarts, Sirius sat in their empty house and rocked in the same chair he used to rock Harry in. Sirius sang quietly while he cried in both happiness and sorrow over his little boy being old enough to finally attend Hogwarts.
“Paddy’s going to buy you a mockingbird, I’m going to give you the world…”