𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙖 || harry potter

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜

Dumbledore surprisingly stayed true to their arrangement, and Harry was tumbling through the fire place with little warning.

"Bloody hate those things." he mumbled, stumbling as he wiped off whatever had clung to him.

"Harry! Didn't expect to be seeing you so soon." Sirius greeted, trying his best not to scowl at his godson.

"Professor Dumbledore told me I was allowed to leave, and I wanted to see Cassie after last night. Y'know.." Harry drawled.

"Ah, very well." Sirius smiled.

Despite hating the idea of his daughter being within a mile of any boy, even his own godson, he couldn't ignore how deeply Harry cared for her.

"She's just upstairs, should still be in her room." he continued, before moving back into the kitchen.

"Thanks Sirius."

Harry began the trek up countless staircases, and prepared himself for the amount of times he would be getting lost.

Only walking into 7 cupboards this time, which was his best record yet, Harry finally found his way to Cassie's room.

"Cassie?" he called out, noticing her bed messy, but empty.

Cassie didn't reply.

"Cass! You in here?" he called out again, more urgently this time.

"Harry!" Cassie laughed back, being as shocked as Sirius with Harrys arrival. "In here." she answered.

Harrys head span swiftly to her bathroom door, which was left open slightly.
Now, after knowing Cassie was safe, he heard the sound of the shower and noticed the steam drifting through the door.

"How did you get Dumbledore to agree to this?" he laughed, making his way over to the door and slightly pushing it enough to catch a glimpse of her.

"I have my ways." Cassie chuckled back, as Harry stood in awe.

It was pure silence for a minute, apart from the sound of the water.
Harry didn't know where to look or go.

"Don't tell me you're just going to stand there all day!" Cassie sighed dramatically. "Are you getting in or not?"

Harry wasted no time, barging through the door and slamming it shut.
His clothes were thrown aimlessly off in seconds, not caring where they landed.

In seconds he was face to face with Cassie, speechless in admiration.

"Sorry about your lip." she winced, gently rubbing her finger over the cut she had caused the night before.

"Mhm." Harry shrugged. "Dad said he could get rid of it, but I think it makes me look cooler." he smirked.

"Of course you do." Cassie replied, rolling her eyes at him.

"Reckon your dad will give me a matching black eye too, if he finds us up here." Harry laughed, pulling her closer, his eyes everywhere but her face.

"I could shout him up if you want? See how good you look battered?" she joked.

"Don't you dare." he warned quietly, smashing his lips into hers as a precautionary measure. He did not want Sirius interrupting.