Nightmares and comfort

A\N: This is a Harry/Sirius godson/godfather comfort oneshot because I love their relationship so much even though it was so short. I could tell how much they loved and cared for one another. I hope you enjoy this one. (This has talkings of Suicide, so if this is a trigger, DON'T READ!)

Harry bolts up awake in bed, sweat clinging to him. He had another nightmare but luckily he didn't wake up screaming like he usually does. Looking around the darkened bedroom, he notices that Ron is still asleep and he's happy that this latest nightmare didn't wake up his first best friend like they usually do. Grabbing his glasses off his nightstand and puts them on, looking at the time on the clock. 02:30. He groans as he gets out of bed and leaves the bedroom, closing the door quietly.

12 Grimmauld Place is silent and dark as he walks down the stairs to the kitchen where it's even darker if it's even possible, and walks over to the stove to make a cup of coffee.

"Harry?" Comes a soft voice from the doorway. Taking the cup away from his lips, Harry looks over his shoulder and sees his godfather standing in the doorway of the kitchen, wearing a dressing gown and a concerned expression on his face. "What are you doing up? It's two thirty in the morning." his godfather asks as he comes to sit down across from him. "I'm aware what time it is. The teenager says as he sips his coffee. Sirius sighs and looks at the teenager. "What are you doing up?" Sirius asks again, this time his voice is stern. Harry sighs and looks at his godfather, tears in his eyes as everything spills out of him.

"I watched as Cedric died right in front of me, I did nothing to stop it, HE is back, no one believes me when I tell them, everyone thinks I'm a liar and I hate it!" Harry yells as he slams his hand on the wooden table, not caring that he'll wake everyone up, just as his godfather gets up from his seat and hugs him hard, stroking his raven coloured hair. "I just don't want to be here anymore. I mean what's the bloody point of being alive when I'm hated and am only liked because I'm 'The Boy-Who-Lived.' I don't want to be the Saviour of the world. God, why didn't HE kill me along with my parents? None of this would happen if I was dead." The young wizard says to  his godfather seriously. Sirius just sighs deeply and pulls away from Harry slightly to look into the boy's green eyes.

"Harry, I know what you're feeling and I'm going to tell you exactly what your father told me when I told him I wanted to kill myself.He said 'You want to die? Go ahead, but just know that I'll follow you and stop you. I'll drag you back by your hair, with you kicking and screaming if I have to, I don't care how much I hurt you. If hurting you means you live, then so be it, but you are not dying.' So you want to die, leave your family and friends alone? Think again, pup, because I will drag you back home with you kicking and screaming at me. Your parents didn't die for you just for you to doe at your own hand. You will not die and leave me, Ron, Hermoine, Ginny, the twins, your other friends, Moony, Molly, Arthur, The Order or me to grieve for you, Harry James Potter, is that understood?" Sirius asks the young boy sternly. The boy nods his head before hugging his godfather tightly and crying into his shoulder.

"I love you, Padfoot." Harry says to his godfather after the sobs turn into silent tears again. He feels Sirirus stroke his hair.

"I love you too, Prongslet." His godfather replies just as the young wizard yawns. "Come on, Pup, back to bed." Sirius orders with amusement in his voice. Harry just groans as he pulls away from the Animagus and leaves the kitchen, walking softly up to bed, feeling lighter than he has in months, thanks to Padfoot.

A\N: This story didn't go exactly as I planned but enjoy it anyways, Angels, don't read if suicide is a trigger warning, you've been warned. Keep safe.