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Catching the Train	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 88961 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Chapter 3

“Wait right there,” Sirius told Harry after they stepped into Grimmauld Place. Oh, he didn't think his godson, despite what he was dealing with, would do anything foolish, but he wanted this starting out right. Which meant he had to take charge from the get go. Seeing Harry nod and lean against one of the walls, arms crossed over his chest, Sirius then drew his wand and changed the Fidelius. For now, he left it to where only Kingsley could get in, but that would change after he left the following day. After that, only a select few could come through when he let them. With all that was probably coming and how he had plenty to work with when it came to his godson, it was best they were left completely alone.

Watching Sirius and waiting, Harry called for Kreacher. There were things to set up again. As he was sure they would be busy most of the night, it was best to tend to it now while Sirius was busy. When the elf popped up, the first thing he asked about was the room. As expected, it was now done. That was perfect. After telling the elf to set up grocery delivery and all the other things needed, he sent him off to get his belongings from Hermione. He wasn't ready to deal with her or Ron yet, so this was for the best. They would know Kreacher was there at his behest and hand everything over. Good. There were other things he was far more interested in than dealing with people he didn't have to. Standing there, he waited for Sirius to get done so they could press on.

Finishing up what he needed to, Sirius glanced outside at the park to make sure no one followed them. Honestly? The only ones he was worried about were Ron and Hermione. Despite all that happened and them seeing him, they might take it in their heads to come over. That he didn't want. No, there was too much work here to do for those two to start pestering them. When he didn’t see anyone, thankfully, he walked over to his godson and shoved him against the wall. Pressing his body tightly against his godson's, he then ground against it. This was good! Feeling his cock rise, he groaned into Harry's mouth. Already, he could feel Harry's cock was rock hard as well. Perfect!

Breaking off the kiss, he looked at Harry, panting heavily. Reaching up, he grabbed a handful of Harry's hair and yanked his head back. “Who do you belong to?” He asked, grinning slightly.

“You,” Harry panted, body quivering. “I belong to you, Sirius.”

“All mine,” Sirius told him, grinning bigger. “You gave yourself to me, didn't you, Harry?”

“I did,” Harry told him nodding the best he could.

“We're going to make that as permanent as we can get it tomorrow,” Sirius told him, panting. He wanted to press on, that's for damned sure, but there was a foundation to lay before he did that. “You do what I say, don't you?”

“Yes,” Harry moaned, shivering as he did. Oh, this was a huge fucking turn-on, that's for damned sure! And he bloody loved it!

“Good,” Sirius grinned. “My Harry. All mine. No one else gets you. And I'm going to give you what you wanted, but would never have asked for from anyone but Roger.”

“Oh, yes,” Harry hissed, body tingling madly as his cock throbbed in his pants.

Pressing tighter to Harry, looking down at him, Sirius panted out, “You're as sick in those areas as I am. Good. Nothing I’m going to want to do will shock you then. And Roger—well, he didn't know nearly what I do when it comes to those things. He might have had those magazines you liked, and you may have pilfered some of Dudley’s, but those are plenty tame compared to what I like, even the bondage ones. I'm going to teach you all kinds of nasty things, Harry, and you're going to love all of them.”

“Sirius,” Harry moaned, pressing to his godfather. All he wanted now was for them to get upstairs and get on with it. Nothing more.

Letting loose of Harry's hair, Sirius stepped back and looked at him. “Let's go have some fun.” Jerking his head towards the stairs, he said, “Lead the way to my room.”

Nodding, panting heavily, body now beaded with sweat and goose bumps having risen on his whole body, Harry began to walk towards the stairs, a little shaky as he did. Oh, hell yes, he couldn't wait for this.

Following Harry, Sirius' eyes were locked on his arse. That was nice and he planned to fuck the living shite out of it before the night was over. Part of him still cringed at this, but he could shove it aside. Harry was a legal adult. He had come of age the past summer. In the time he spent alone waiting for him, something he knew was a couple of years but didn't feel that long, he had gotten over most of the guilt associated with what he was doing. That had been there at first, of course, when the plan hit him before he fully moved on. Now, though, there wasn't much, just a small niggling of it because of who Harry was. Instead, he reminded himself that he was the one person in Harry's life that would truly love him for himself and not for his name, fame, whatever. He adored Harry, all there was to it. For more reasons than he could list. And the two of them were quite compatible. That helped as well. The rest and what was coming now? He could deal with it. If others couldn't, it was their problem.

They didn't know what he did about the mess. While waiting, he could see what was going on and glimpses of what would have come if certain things played out. He knew Harry would have moved on. If that happened, the war would have been lost. Voldemort would have reigned for years, his reach spreading through Europe and beyond. It would be more than just a nightmare for the UK. The world would have trembled over Albus' mistake. If Harry had come back alone and tainted, he would have been worse. What would have come would make Voldemort look nice. No, he couldn't let either one of those scenarios happen. As everyone else that could have stopped his godson or talked him into something like this had moved on, it had been up to him. And he didn't mind it a damn bit!

Going into the bedroom, Harry stopped and waited for Sirius. Watching the man ward the door, he wondered what that was about as Sirius had made sure that no one could get into the house. However, he wasn't going to say anything to him about it either. Sirius probably had his reasons for that. All his mind could really focus on was what was coming. Oh yes, he was looking forward to it and wondering just what Sirius was going to do. There were plenty of things he wanted to try, of course, things he had seen or heard about, but wasn't sure they would go there tonight as it was their first time. He would just have to wait and see, nothing more.

Making sure he had every privacy ward up he could get, Sirius then lowered his wand, pleased. This was just temporary. Over the next few days he was going to ward this and the whole top floor the best he could. Oh, he had made damned sure that no one could get in the house, but he wanted to ensure that their privacy was as protected as he could get it, so he was getting in the habit now. It was just another case of better safe than sorry, nothing more.

Stepping back, he looked at Harry and grinned. Oh, there was so much he wanted to do and explore, but it was the first night. Some of it—yeah, they were going to have to ease into it rather than jump in with both feet. The trust was already there for so much, something that helped, but there were a myriad of other issues to work on and areas he needed to get in place, some plenty important, before they could go there. So, he would just press on from here. “Let's have some fun,” he said to Harry, grin growing.

Grinning back, Harry nodded.

After walking over to Harry, Sirius pulled him into another passionate kiss. While their mouths were locked, he began pulling his godson' clothes off. Harry was eager enough to press on that he began helping him. Which meant that he didn't have to break off the kiss to finish the job. Once Harry's clothes were off, he began tugging at his own to get them removed without breaking the lip lock. Again, as Harry began helping, he didn't have to stop the snogging, something that pleased him as it was plenty passionate, producing feelings he adored. Pulling the now naked Harry close to him, he let his hands run down the younger man's naked flesh for the first time. While waiting for Harry after going through the Veil, once he accepted what he planned, he had thought of this plenty of times. The reality was far better than what he imagined, that's for damned sure. Feeling Harry shiver and the moan from him, Sirius was happy with this. Though his godson felt overly thin, something he would make sure to remedy soon, it didn't bother him. His cock was already rock hard and twitching at the thought of what was to come. However, there were things he had to get in place as he did this so that there weren't issues down the line. Despite the brain fog that might come from the encounter, he had to keep his head, especially at first. Later—as long as he got bits in now, he would be fine later on and could let go.

Breaking off the kiss, he looked down into Harry's face, grinning at what he saw. Oh yeah, Harry loved this as much as he did. Perfect. Taking a couple steps back, he panted, making damned sure that he kept himself under control then went and sat on the edge of the bed. Spreading his legs and leaning back, braced up on one hand, he then began to stroke his cock with the other. That was more to relieve some pressure and put on a show for Harry than to get himself off. Looking at his godson, he said, voice huskier than before, “Come suck my cock.” Those four words held something more erotic for him than any encounter he had in the past with anyone. It didn't matter who it was. This was something that would be permanent, for both of them. As no encounters in the past had ever looked to lead that way, at least on his end, it was a powerful thing. Couple in who this was with and it was even more so.

Without thinking about it, Harry walked over and knelt down between Sirius' spread legs. With a trembling hand, he grab his godfather's cock then took the head of it in his mouth, sucking on it. As this was an act he had performed on Roger several times, he was comfortable with it. Moaning as he sucked, he began to swirl his tongue around the head, letting it brush up and down the slit slightly before drifting down to rub against the underside of the head. As he did that, he began to bob his head slightly, lowering his mouth down on it with each down stroke, taking more of Sirius' cock in his mouth each time.

Moaning loudly, head dropping hack, Sirius began to shake. Fuck yes, this was good! Better than he ever imagined. Harry knew just what he was doing to make it feel fantastic. Perfect. “Yes!” he hissed between clenched teeth, forcing himself not to buck his hips to get more of his cock in Harry's mouth. No, let his godson do what he was and he would just relish in the sensations from there. Reaching down, he put a hand on Harry's head, fingers entwining in the inky hair. “That's it, Harry, suck me,” he panted out.

Lowering his mouth down as far as he could get it without gagging, Harry wrapped his hand around right below that then began to bob his head, sucking hard as he did, tongue dragging up and down the underside of it. Humming softly, he reached down and began to stroke his own cock as he sucked. This was fucking amazing and he loved it! Sirius—he was different than Roger, far different, and it was exciting.

Still panting heavily, hips twitching slightly, though he tried to keep them still, Sirius watched what Harry was doing. The sight of Harry's head bobbing on his cock was highly erotic. He couldn't see too much, but enough that he loved it! Watching Harry's hand drift down and assuming he knew what his godson was doing, Sirius let him continue for a couple minutes before saying, voice husky, “Stop touching yourself. I'll take care of that for you, Harry.” Watching Harry roll his eyes up and look at him, though removing his hand, Sirius was pleased. Good. He was going to listen. That's what he needed.

Putting a hand on Harry's head to stop it moving, he then began to thrust up into his mouth. Grinning again, still panting, he managed to get out, “Feels so fucking good!” Feeling Harry start to hum again, he groaned. Oh, that was fucking fantastic! And it felt amazing. Eyes locked on Harry, he said, “Look at me.” When Harry did, he panted, tugging on Harry's hair, “You're mine. All mine. And you gave yourself to me, didn't you? You're going to listen and obey, aren't you, Harry? Nod a little to answer me.” Seeing Harry give the best nod he could, Sirius grinned bigger. “Good! I'll make sure you have as much fun as I do, but you're all mine and are going to listen. Both here and out of the bedroom, aren't you?” Seeing Harry nod once more, Sirius panted heavily. This was fucking amazing, that's for damned sure, but he wanted to press on as well. “I own you, don't I, Harry? You're all mine!” Seeing another nod and shivering at the moan from Harry that sent sensations unlike anything else through his cock, Sirius panted heavily. Fuck yes, this was good!

Letting it go on for a few more minutes, relishing in the sensations Harry's mouth produced, Sirius was quietly thanking Roger for teaching his godson to do this. Even the birds he had been with, the ones that liked to play around, weren't this good at it. However, as his cock was now twitching on its own and his body seemed to be on fire from the sensations, it needed to stop before he lost control.

Holding Harry's head still, Sirius pulled his cock out of his mouth and stood, though his legs were now slightly shaky. Looking down at his godson, who was swiping a hand over his mouth and gazing up at him, he panted out, “Bloody good, that was.” Reaching out, he grabbed Harry's hair again and held his head still, making sure he was looking up at him then asked, “Enjoying this, Harry?”

“Oh yes,” Harry stammered out, looking at his godfather. Roger had been a very dominant person, but Sirius was more so and far better at it. This was exciting in a way that nothing with Roger had been. It had his whole body tingling, hair standing on end and his cock twitching on its own, feeling like the pre-cum was dribbling out of it at a steady pace.

“Good,” Sirius grinned. “We're going to keep right on having fun too.” Gazing down into Harry’s eyes, he said, “Tomorrow we're going to get you a nice collar, one you get to pick out, that shows who you belong to. And you're going to wear it all the time. Oh, others aren't going to see it, of course, but it'll be there. Along with a leash I'll hold. You like that?” This was one that whether Harry liked it or not, they were doing. It was something he could use to help with the situation. He just hoped that it wouldn't be their first fight. If Harry balked, he would just have to deal with it from there. Nothing more. And it would take time. That they had plenty of as there were tons of issues to work with so he wasn't going to worry about the 'outside world' other than to make showings so nothing looked off. Beyond that, they were together until he was damned sure that Harry would follow his lead in everything.

Without thinking about it, Harry nodded and hissed, shivering, “Yes!” The mere thought was making his already twitching cock throb madly. It was great!

“We'll get you a nice one,” Sirius told him letting loose of his hair then beginning to stroke it. That pleased him. However, he was going to have to be wary of it being one of those 'in the heat of the moment' things. It was something he would concern himself with then, though. He had the best foundation he could get so far and would place one more brick in before they were done, then go from there.

Looking down at Harry, he said, “Stand up.” Immediately, Harry did just that. When he did, Sirius pulled him into another heated kiss. While their mouths were locked, he turned them around to where Harry's back was to the bed. Slowly inching them backwards as the snogging continued, he finally broke it off when Harry was against the bed. Looking at his godson, he panted, “Get on the bed, on all fours. I'm going to fuck your arse.”

And that was all the encouragement Harry needed. Nodding vigorously, he scrambled to do just that, positioning himself on all fours in the middle of the bed. Cock twitching madly, the head of it wet with pre-cum, his body was slick with sweat and he was shivering from not only the sensations running rampant through it, but excitement. Looking over his shoulder at Sirius, Harry waited.

Looking at Harry, eyes raking down his naked body, Sirius groaned. That was fucking hot to look at, that's for damned sure. And he couldn't wait to get his cock in that arse. Crawling up onto the bed, he knelt behind his godson. Producing his wand, he cast the standard lubricating charm on Harry's arse. Normally, he liked to do this with real lube, but he wasn't about to hunt to see if he had any as he couldn't remember. Even if he did, as old as it was bound to be, this was the better option. Seeing Harry shiver from the cold entering him, Sirius grinned. Dropping his wand, he tickled the tight pucker before him before slipping his finger in. Twisting and pushing, he finally had it buried to the third knuckle. Good. And Harry didn't seem to object to it either, moaning louder at the sensations it produced. Twisting and thrusting it, he fucked Harry with it, watching what he could see of his godson's face. That was fucking hot, too.

Putting a hand on Harry's shoulder, while he continued to finger fuck him, he pushed down, hoping Harry got the hint. He wanted him in the most submissive position he could manage. Thankfully Harry got the hint and lowered himself, chest resting on the bed, both hands fisting into the sheets. “Stay like that,” Sirius told him in a slightly gruff voice. When he was sure Harry would comply and stay there, he slipped a second finger into that nice arse and began scissoring them. This was good. Harry was plenty tight, but it didn't appear the burn he knew had to be there was bothering him. In fact, Harry was moaning loudly, looking over his shoulder at him, hips bucking slightly. “You like the burn, Harry?” He asked, voice plenty husky.

“Yeah,” Harry managed to pant out. “Feels so good!” As this wasn't an intense, really painful burn, he enjoyed it and the feeling of being stretched. That was intensified by the fact that it was Sirius about to slide his cock in his arse. Oh, that was fucking wonderful!

Waiting for that tight ring of muscle to loosen up so he could add a third, Sirius watched Harry, grinning. This was good! “You want to feel my cock, don't you?”

“Yes!” Harry hissed, grinding back on the fingers probing deeply in his arse.

“Say it,” Sirius growled, slipping a third finger into that tight arse. “Say it and tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want to feel your cock in my arse and for you to fuck me,” Harry panted, shaking and unable to hold still from the sensations.

“Oh, I'm going to fuck you alright,” Sirius grinned, chuckling slightly. “Nice and hard too. You want that, Harry?”

“Oh Merlin, yes,” Harry told him, grinding back on the fingers in his arse, looking at Sirius.

As Harry didn't seem to be in any pain, in fact he appeared to be loving it, Sirius let his fingers slip out of that now loosened arse. Good. He could press on. Slathering the lube from his fingers on his cock, Sirius then held the head of it to Harry's tight arsehole and began to ease it in. Head dropping back, Sirius groaned at the sensations that produced. Harry was plenty tight despite all he had done to loosen him up, which felt amazing as his cock eased past that tight ring of muscle. Once the head slipped in, something that made him grunt as the tight arse closed tightly around it, he eased the rest in until he was buried balls deep in Harry. Panting heavily, grinning slightly, he looked down at his godson. Harry was shivering uncontrollably, clutching the sheets so tightly his knuckles were white, body beaded with sweat. Though he knew that he should give Harry more time to adjust, he couldn't help himself and began to thrust a little.

Panting heavily, starting to moan at the sensations and the slight burn from the entrance, Harry looked at Sirius the best he could. This felt bloody fucking wonderful! Sirius was bigger than Roger by a bit, something he wasn't used to, but he adored it. Clenching around the cock in his arse, Harry bucked slightly, liking how it felt when it moved in his arse that way. Panting, he said, “Harder, please! And touch my cock! Please, Sirius!” His cock was demanding some kind of attention at this point, twitching madly.

“Beg,” Sirius snarled as he began to thrust faster. Feeling that already tight arse clench around his demanding cock, he couldn't help but go faster and harder. The other, though, he was going to take the first steps with this part.

“Please!” Harry panted, bucking back on his godfather's cock and grinding on it. “Touch my cock, Sirius, please!”

“Just touch?” Sirius asked, planning to drag this out as long as he could. Fingers clutching onto Harry's hips, digging into the flesh slightly, he kept going.

“Please!” Harry cried out, not sure exactly how to word what he wanted as his thought process was rather muddled at this point. After a couple moments, he stammered, “Please, jerk me off.”

“Very good, Harry,” Sirius panted. Letting loose of one hip, Sirius reached under Harry and took hold of his cock then began stroking it. However, he was doing it in such a way that Harry wasn't about to get off from it, such as starting and stopping. He also began doing the same fucking him, stopping here and there or just grinding into Harry's arse. That way both of them would be too off-kilter and not have the right rhythm to get off just yet. “You're going to be nice and sore when I’m done, Harry. And your arse is going to stay that way for days. Probably for weeks as I plan to keep right on fucking you whenever I feel like it.”

“Oh Merlin, yes,” Harry whimpered, grinding on Sirius' cock more. It felt fucking amazing, better than anything he had ever done. Ever. Nothing Roger had done to him could compare to this.

Leaning over Harry's back and propping himself up on one hand while his other still toyed with Harry's cock, Sirius leaned down then began biting and sucking on Harry's shoulder. These weren't the gentle kind, either. They weren't vicious, though. More like Sirius just wanted to mark territory, a show of some kind to claim his godson. With the noises Harry was making, he seemed to like it, too. That was fine with Sirius. Grunting as he left a trail of bite marks and hickeys down Harry's shoulder, he continued to thrust the best he could. This wasn't the position they were going to end up in, but it's the one he wanted for now. It was perfect for what he wanted to get across. Not to mention it felt fucking fantastic! Slamming into Harry as hard as he could, Sirius growled, “You're going to behave and not do things without permission, aren't you, Harry?”

“Yes,” Harry nodded vigorously, not sure whether to press back on the cock buried in his arse and causing the amazing sensations or into the hand on his throbbing, demanding cock.

“You're going to be good and not cause problems for anyone. And listen to me. Aren't you?” Sirius grunted as he fucked him

“Yes, Sirius,” Harry moaned, fingers starting to ache from how tightly he was clutching the sheets below him.

“You behave and do like I tell you and we're going to have a lot of fun, Harry,” Sirius panted, body now dripping with sweat. “It's just going to be us, together. That's all that's going to matter.”

Eyes sliding shut, Harry whimpered, “Yes! That's what I want. Just us!”

“Just us,” Sirius assured him. “We'll get through everything together. No one will bother us, I promise.” However, despite wanting to keep going, he knew that there was no chance. Harry's cock was twitching madly in his hand and he could feel the throb from it. His whole body was slick with sweat, balls demanding release and his own cock was twitching deep in Harry's arse. So, yeah, holding out much longer wasn't happening. Which meant he needed to press on.

Sliding his cock out of Harry's arse and releasing his hold on his godson's, he ignored the whimper from Harry then flipped his godson over on his back. Sliding in between Harry's legs, he then slid his cock back into Harry's arse in one stroke, loving the expression on his godson's face as he did. Though he liked the other position more for several reasons, this was one he liked because they were face to face. Propping Harry's legs on his forearms, making sure his palms were flat on the bed, he began to thrust, hard. Eyes locked on Harry's face, he growled out, “Stoke your cock. Wank for me, Harry. Just no cumming until I say so.”

Nodding vigorously, thrusting onto the cock fucking him, Harry reached down then began to stroke his hard, twitching cock. Locking his eyes with Sirius' he panted, “Harder, please!”

Gritting his teeth, Sirius began to pound into him as hard as he could. Oh, this was fucking wonderful! “Mine!” He snarled at his godson. “You belong to me!”

“Yes,” Harry hissed through gritted teeth as he held off the best he could, trying desperately not to cum though his body was screaming for that release by now. “Yours, Sirius! All yours!”

“Fucking right mine!” Sirius growled. “All mine! I don't give a shite who thinks they have a claim on you, you're mine and no one will be able to do shite about it after tomorrow. It's what you want isn't it, Harry? To belong to me?”

“Yes!” Harry shouted, arching up, trying to hold onto what little self control he had left.

“This arse is mine,” Sirius panted, accentuating each word with a thrust. “Only mine! Now, cum for me, Harry!” He was at the end of what he could take, so it was time to end this.

Letting out a loud shout of Sirius' name, Harry arched up off the bed and came, splattering his chest with his cum. Body completely rigid. Eyes sliding shut, he panted heavily as he rode out the tsunami of sensations dancing through his body, whimpering Sirius' name.

Feeling that arse seize around his cock, Sirius threw his head back and moaned. He was done. Pulling out, he stroked his cock twice then came, his own cum intermingling with that on Harry's chest and stomach. When he finished, his head still hung down and he was panting, but grinning from ear to ear as well. Oh fuck yes, that was good.

When the sensations mostly died down and Harry had flopped back onto the bed, limp, Sirius reached out with a slightly trembling hand and smeared their cum together all over Harry's chest and stomach. When he finished, he scooped some up on a finger and brought it to Harry's lips, waiting.

Opening his eyes and looking at Sirius, Harry didn't think twice before taking the finger in his mouth and sucking it clean.

“Mine,” Sirius muttered once again, starting to grin. “All mine.”

Licking his lips when he finished, Harry nodded then panted out, “All yours.”

Flopping down by Harry, Sirius cast a quick cleaning charm on the both of them then pulled his godson close. Kissing Harry on top of the head, holding him close, he tucked his godson's head under his chin and stroked his bare back softly. Quietly, he said, “I love you, Harry, and always have. That will never change. Ever. No matter what. We'll get through all of this together and deal with the mess as it comes. Don't worry about anything. I'll always be here by your side.”

Smiling as his eyes slid shut, Harry nodded, “I love you too, Sirius. And missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Sirius smiled, giving him a squeeze.

Lying there at midnight, Sirius was still awake. He was tired, that was for sure, but couldn't sleep. There was so much going on in his head that he couldn't. The problem was working out all the things still to come. He had as much as he could in place while waiting for Harry, but there were always variables you couldn't count on. That's what he was trying to deal with now, though he knew that you couldn't plan for everything.

Feeling Harry shift in his sleep, letting out a soft snore-type noise, he smiled a little as he looked down at his godson. This was good. Harry was with him and as much of what he could get in place in the short period of time was there. Sighing, he gave Harry a squeeze. Harry had to be tired, what with all that went on that day. It was probably catching up to him and he would sleep well. That was fine. He earned it after all. Earlier—Harry had just pushed the traumatic and stressful day aside in the haste of what happened. That trip to the other side of life probably helped him do that as there was a peace there that made everything feel alright though neither of them had fully moved on.

Thinking over the events of the day, he gave an internal sigh. Plenty would see what they had done, just vanishing together then the bonding in the morning, as callous after all that had gone on, not to mention ignoring those that died that were so close to the two of them. He didn't, though. Both he and Harry had been dead. On the other side of life, things were different. That reset something in you. Harry—well, there were problems coming, plenty of them. Many so hard to work with that his focus was there, not on what happened. Mourning would come for all those lost, for both of them. It probably wouldn't sting as bad for either of them than it would for most because of where they came back from, something he would probably have to make sure to hide from plenty. He—well, he was sure he would mourn plenty for a few, like Tonks and Remus. Harry—he wasn't sure there with what had been unleashed in him. He was sure that Harry would grieve in his own way, though it wouldn't be what anyone would expect and he would probably get over it faster than everyone else. Then he would move on from it.

Shutting his eyes, Sirius sighed, giving Harry a tight squeeze. Yeah, this was actually the life he wanted, though that would sound strange and horrifying to most. And he would adore it. There were problems coming, big ones, and plenty most wouldn't understand, but they would handle it. He would handle it and press on. Then he and Harry would work out plenty together. It would just take time was all, nothing more. People needed to give them that. He would ensure that happened, too.

Loosening his hold on his godson, Sirius flopped onto his side then pulled Harry closer. Kissing him on top of the head, he then smiled. He loved Harry, with all his heart, and would do anything for him. He had proven that plenty of times in the past and would keep right on doing it. It would just be in a different way this time around. Most wouldn't understand it, he already knew it, and rightly didn't give a fuck. They couldn't handle it? Then they didn't need to be around. All there was to it. And he would make damned sure they weren't. He and Harry had a new life now, one that was together. And no one, he didn't give a shite who it was, would pull them apart again. His godson had been forced through a change that wasn't his fault and one he didn't ask for, making him different than he used to be. And he didn't rightly give a shite. This was Harry. His Harry. And he would love him no matter what. It just meant he now had a different role in Harry's life and it was one he took seriously. All he had to do was meld the two roles together and they could press on. He already started that, so it wasn't a problem. At least for them. Everyone else? Well, they could go fuck themselves as far as he was concerned. Both of them had died for 'the cause' and were back. They were both changed from that. Harry especially. If people couldn't accept that, they didn't need to be around them. Period.

Eyes sliding shut again, he gave a soft sigh and felt himself relax. The worst was yet to come, he knew that, but he'd manage. After all, it was the whole reason he chose not to move on when he could. As he started to slide into sleep, the plans of what he had to do fell by the wayside and were replaced with those he wanted to, things he wanted to do with Harry but hadn't had the chance to after he escaped. Yeah, those were going to come to. He vowed that to both of them.
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Catching the Train