Padfoot and his Pup

2. | Christmas

Harry stuck his tongue out in concentration as he used the crayon to complete his picture. It was about five in the morning and although he had gone to bed at ten last night, the seven year old was feeling rather sleepy. He had gotten up early so that he could complete his gift for Sirius.

Once he was done, he carefully arranged all the crayons in their packet and put them away along with his new books and new clothes inside his new wardrobe. That's right. As of today, Harry Potter was the proud owner of several new possessions that had been given to him by his godfather, right after he had been rescued from his Uncle's house, nearly a month ago. Although he still was a tiny bit afraid of his Godfather, he liked it here. Very much. Sirius did all the things he had seen other daddies do for their kids. He bathed him, hugged him, kissed him goodnight, told him stories and above all, told Harry that he loved him. So, he thought of the man as his daddy. He hoped that such a thought didn't make him bad.

He plodded across to Sirius's room before hesitating. The door was slightly ajar. Harry gathered up some courage and quietly pushed the door open. He had seen Dudley go to his parents' room several times to sleep next to them but Harry had never been allowed. He knew that it felt good because his cousin always seemed to be in a better mood on those days and he wasn't beaten that much.

But here, that rule didn't apply. In fact, none of those rules were valid here. Sirius had told him that he was always welcome in his room. So, with that thought in mind, he padded into the room, the thick carpet felt warm, and cosy under his feet. After taking a determined breath, he clambered up the bed and plonked himself down on the mattress.

As quietly as he could, so as to not wake Sirius, he lay down on the bed, resting his head against the soft pillows. After a minute he decided to test the waters, he snuggled closer to his godfather, one small hand reaching out to grasp the front of his shirt. Within seconds, he felt a strong arm wrap around his waist, gently tugging him closer.

Sirius felt the mattress dip ever so slightly under the addition of the small weight. He felt Harry lie next to him and inwardly smiling at the display of trust, he looped an arm around the small form, pulling him towards him.

He opened his eyes to find large, green ones staring at him innocently. He smiled reassuringly at his godson before running his hand through the wild, black mop. "Slept well pup?" Harry nodded back. "How come you're up so early?" Sirius asked, knowing that the boy usually woke up at around eight o' clock everyday. Harry didn't reply, instead he gave Sirius that adorable wide eyed look.

"Hungry?" Sirius asked but he knew the answer. His godson said yes and so, he pushed himself up and flexed his arms before getting off the bed. He scooped the boy into his arms and set him down. "Why don't you go ask Becky to make some of those train shaped waffles for you. She'll be all too happy to do it, pup. She likes you."

"She does?" Came the surprised question. "Of course she does." Replied Sirius. He found it impossible to think about how anyone could dislike such an innocent child. Once Harry had gone downstairs, Sirius headed to the bathroom for a shower.

Twenty minutes later, he found Harry sitting at the dining table with a plate of waffles in front of him with maple syrup smeared all over his face. Chuckling at the sight, he ruffled his godson's hair before sitting down for breakfast.

"After you're done with breakfast, we'll decorate the Christmas tree." Sirius said.

Harry's eyes widened with surprise and joy. "I can really help?" He asked incredulously. "Of course. I need your help pup. Christmas wouldn't be Christmas if we didn't celebrate it together." He replied, quelling his anger at his godson's bloody relatives. They didn't deserve to be alive.
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"Sirius, where do I put this?" Harry questioned, holding up a red bobble. "You can hang it up anywhere you like. You choose, pup." Sirius answered and with happiness shine in his emerald eyes, he hung the decoration up. After that, Sirius hoisted his godson onto his shoulders so that Harry could hang up the star.