For You I Will
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bleedingangel84Title: For You I Will
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Sirius
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 365
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hogwarts365 Prompt 272-Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.― George R.R. Martin; Portrait; Cookbooks
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Sorry this is late being posted, but I hope readers enjoy. I don’t normally write Harry/Sirius, but these prompts led me in that direction. Sorry if it’s not up to par, but I did my best.
Summary: Sirius argues with his mum’s portrait. Harry offers a solution.
Harry walked through the door of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, breathing a sigh of relief to be home. His brow knitted together in concern a moment later when he heard voices coming from the entrance hall.
“You are no son of mine! Blood traitor! Sharing a bed with your own godson! You are sick!”
“Shut up, you old hag! Even your ashes are long gone by now, and I just learned a wonderful new paint stripping spell. Shall I show you, Mother dear?”
“To think that The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black has fallen into your ungrateful hands! It breaks my poor heart!”
“You have no heart, Mother. You never did. And if it wasn’t for the permanent Sticking charm on your portrait, I would gladly destroy you. You bring every living creature nothing but misery! You pride yourself on it. I thank Merlin every day that I’m a better wizard than you raised me to be!”
“Sirius, is everything all right?”
“Harry! You’re home! When did you get here? I was going to burrow into one of the cookbooks and surprise you with dinner, but Mother’s portrait started in on me and I couldn’t resist arguing back. It’s true what they say: some old wounds just never heal. And Mother is very good at making them bleed again with just the slightest word.”
“Forget her. There is no truth in what she says, you realise. Besides, I want to be with you. No one in their right mind would ever want that greasy old bat. She’s just jealous that you’ve made something of your life.”
“Thank you, Harry. You always know just what to say to cheer me up.”
“I’m glad I can make you feel better love, but I don’t see why you don’t just blast that old portrait with an Avada Kedavra.”
“I would’ve done that long ago, but I was afraid they’d send me to Azkaban again.”
“Then let me do it. They’d never send Harry Potter to Azkaban. Being me does have some advantages.”
“Harry, you hate taking advantage of your name.”
“For you I will. I love you, Padfoot. I always will.”
“My hero.I love you, too.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Sirius
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 365
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 272-Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.― George R.R. Martin; Portrait; CookbooksDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Sorry this is late being posted, but I hope readers enjoy. I don’t normally write Harry/Sirius, but these prompts led me in that direction. Sorry if it’s not up to par, but I did my best.
Summary: Sirius argues with his mum’s portrait. Harry offers a solution.
Harry walked through the door of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, breathing a sigh of relief to be home. His brow knitted together in concern a moment later when he heard voices coming from the entrance hall.
“You are no son of mine! Blood traitor! Sharing a bed with your own godson! You are sick!”
“Shut up, you old hag! Even your ashes are long gone by now, and I just learned a wonderful new paint stripping spell. Shall I show you, Mother dear?”
“To think that The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black has fallen into your ungrateful hands! It breaks my poor heart!”
“You have no heart, Mother. You never did. And if it wasn’t for the permanent Sticking charm on your portrait, I would gladly destroy you. You bring every living creature nothing but misery! You pride yourself on it. I thank Merlin every day that I’m a better wizard than you raised me to be!”
“Sirius, is everything all right?”
“Harry! You’re home! When did you get here? I was going to burrow into one of the cookbooks and surprise you with dinner, but Mother’s portrait started in on me and I couldn’t resist arguing back. It’s true what they say: some old wounds just never heal. And Mother is very good at making them bleed again with just the slightest word.”
“Forget her. There is no truth in what she says, you realise. Besides, I want to be with you. No one in their right mind would ever want that greasy old bat. She’s just jealous that you’ve made something of your life.”
“Thank you, Harry. You always know just what to say to cheer me up.”
“I’m glad I can make you feel better love, but I don’t see why you don’t just blast that old portrait with an Avada Kedavra.”
“I would’ve done that long ago, but I was afraid they’d send me to Azkaban again.”
“Then let me do it. They’d never send Harry Potter to Azkaban. Being me does have some advantages.”
“Harry, you hate taking advantage of your name.”
“For you I will. I love you, Padfoot. I always will.”
“My hero.I love you, too.”