Harry Potter Oneshots ✨🏳️‍🌈

You can't be hairy, I'm Harry!

A/N: This has been in my drafts for so longgg

By: Iaumeidelfin

It was a fine morning in the house of 12 Grimmauld's Place, with the sun just rising from it's late night sleep, letting the moon hide until it was needed again.

While most residents were just awakening, two residents, a godfather and a godson, had been up for hours talking to one another.

It was true that both people rarely slept anymore, for they looked forward to their late night conversations that made them bond with one another.

You could see it in both of them right away, for the eldest one, a man in his early to mid thirties, had big bags under his eyes, which were sometimes bloodshot if he didn't have his morning cup of coffee. His hair was always messy, but when he didn't sleep, it was messier than usual... and then there was the plain simple fact that this man, with no sleep, was much more.. What was the word again? Oh yes, cynical.... If this man did not sleep, he would be much more cynical than usual.

The godson, was just like his godfather if he did not sleep. But instead of being more cynical without his sleep, he had a more sarcastic tone set upon him, which everyone disliked about him, and would scatter immediately if his sarcasm was directed at them.

These two "gods" happened to be Sirius Black and Hadrian "Harry" Potter, masters of being best friends to the eyes of others, but in reality, were just really close. As the two men sat at the table cutting up juicy strawberries, Sirius just happened to sigh and roll his eyes at something his godson had said.

"No Harry, this strawberry is not giving me a hard time."

"Are you sure about that, dear godfather? You've cut yourself Merlin knows how many times in the past five minutes because of this strawberry." Harry smirked, biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing.

He couldn't quite understand why he was becoming so close to his godfather, but he sure as hell didn't mind it either.

After all, in his own humble opinion, which he had told no one but Hermione, Sirius was not like the father he never had. He was the father he never had. He was his father... so to speak. For once in his life, he felt comfortable around his godfather not walking on eggshells about everything he said, involving Voldemort, the Dursley's, his anger, or his parents, which was shocking to everyone.

Harry told Sirius everything, even if he wasn't quite sure how Sirius would react.

"I am absolutely positive this strawberry is not giving me a hard time," Sirius growled, getting Harry out of his thoughts and into reality.

Harry smiled and shook his head, letting out the laugh he'd held in for too long. When Sirius glared at him like he was ready to catch his prey, Harry immediately shut up, and rolled his eyes, throwing a strawberry at Sirius.

Sirius immediately stopped trying to cut his strawberry and looked up, to see his godson shaking uncontrollably with laughter. As Sirius put down his knife, and strawberry, he got up and walked over to Harry.

"You know something Harry?" Sirius began, leaving an air of suspense.

"What Siri?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes, catching a glimpse of something red behind Sirius. Smirking, he got up and walked to the other end of the table, grabbing a small, harmless kitchen knife.. oh how blind his godfather could be at some points.

"I think that you should learn a valuable lesson by throwing food at me."

"Oh yeah? Pray tell, how do you plan on making me learn said lesson?" I asked, arching my eyebrow, using my wand to slightly dull the knife, just in case.