Padfoot and his Pup

3. | The Park

Before you'll start reading, there may be a few mistakes regarding the locations and names of places in this story. I've never actually been to London before so whatever I found is purely from google.

Enjoy!

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"Daddy, stop!" Harry shrieked with delight, in between his giggles as Sirius's fingers attacked his ribs. His daddy had currently turned into the tickle monster and wouldn't let him go. Now, it was actually he who had started the battle but that didn't matter right now.

"Hmm, no I don't think so." Th man replied, pure mirth colouring his words. "You were the one who decided to attack me in the first place, pup. I think it's only right if I exact my revenge." Sirius quipped but he let Harry go.

Sirius looked at his six year old who was currently clutching his stomach to control his fit of uncontrollable giggles and smiled fondly at him. He thought back to the scared, terrified and bruised child he had rescued from his Muggle relatives a year ago. If he had been angry when the rat had betrayed his best friend, he was twice as furious when he had found out about what the muggles had done to his pup.

There had been a trial and the outcome had been in his favour (obviously). Vernon had been proved guilty of child abuse while his wife was accused of assisting her husband in said abuse. Both of them had been sentenced to muggle prison for thirty years while their son was sent to foster care.

After that, he had worked day and night to get Harry out of his shell and needless to say, his hard work had paid off.

"Daddy, can we go out somewhere tomorrow?" Harry asked suddenly, giving Sirius those adorable puppy eyes. Sirius mentally smirked. He had taught Harry that look and now his son wanted to use it against him?

"Sure we can." He replied. "Where do you want to go?"

Harry bit his lip, considering the options that were available. He didn't want to go to Florean Fortescue's ice cream. He'd already been there far too many times. Neither did he want to visit the Quidditch store. He was too little to be able to buy any of the brooms over there.

There was this one place that he wanted to go to. When he used to live with his Aunt and Uncle, they used to take Dudley to this park. It wasn't any ordinary park. It was filled with all sorts of fun rides like the carousel with different animals, the train that took you all around the park and the scariest of them all: the rollercoaster. There were also candy stores which sold several kinds of chocolates, pepper mints, lollipops and what not.

Now, he'd never actually been there before but his cousin had described it in great detail, not to make sure that he got an idea of what the place was like but to taunt him. To make him realise that he was a freak who didn't deserve to go anywhere. But his daddy wasn't like that. Sirius was  kind, loving and fun.

Maybe now, that he lived with his new daddy, he could finally go. "Well... there is this big park where Uncle Vernon would take Dudley for his birthday. I had told you about it. Remember daddy? C-Could we go there please?"

Sirius racked his brains for a minute, trying to remember the location of  this particular park. He knew what Harry was referring to. The boy had mentioned it previously, once or twice. It was an amusement park, located bang in the middle of the city. As far as he could remember, it was called 'Thorpe Park' or something like that.

"Of course. I'd love to take you there."

Harry broke into a wide grin and jumped into Sirius's arms, hugging the man with all his might. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"