|Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven,|
@ 2011-07-28 10:33:00
|Entry tags:||hp ficlets harry/sirius, hp quill-it 100.3|
HP ficlet: Waking Dream [Harry/Sirius, general]
Title: Waking Dream
Length: 500 words
Warnings: chan (Harry is 15), although there is no more than an embrace
Summary: Sirius's nightmares confuse him, but Harry doesn't mind.
Note: For quill_it, 100.3, prompt 35, "sleep".
"I suppose the poor man didn't get much real sleep all those years in Azkaban, but goodness." Mrs. Weasley shook her head. "Harry, dear, would you take Sirius this cup of tea and wake him up?"
"Sure." Harry shoved the last bite of bacon in his mouth and picked up the tray Mrs. Weasley had laid out.
"We'll be clearing out in the library this morning," she called after him.
"I'll find you," shouted Harry back as he started up the stairs.
As he neared Sirius's room, he heard a voice speaking, as though Sirius might already be awake and talking with someone. Harry tapped at the door. "Sirius?"
There was no answer, but the mumbling continued even after Harry knocked a second time. He turned the knob cautiously and stepped inside, pushing the door closed behind him.
In the dim light that filtered through the curtains he could see Sirius thrashing restlessly. The sheets were tangled around him. It was quite evident that he was suffering through a nightmare. Harry found a place on a chest of drawers to set down the tray, and crossed to the bed.
"Sirius?" He bent to touch Sirius's shoulder. He could see a scattering of coarse black hairs on the sheets, and wondered if Sirius often slept as Padfoot. Had he shifted form overnight without intending to? "Sirius, are you all right?"
Suddenly Harry's wrist was seized. "Prongs? Fuck, such a horrible nightmare. Come here."
Before Harry quite knew what was happening Sirius had pulled him down into a tight embrace. He could feel Sirius shaking as their bodies pressed together.
"Erm, Sirius? It's Harry, not James," Harry managed to say. Sirius's closeness had sent a thrill through him, but he wasn't sure Sirius knew what he was doing.
"Harry?" Sirius's eyes opened properly, and he nearly fell off the far side of the bed moving away. "Merlin's teeth, Harry. I thought you were your dad. I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."
"It's all right," Harry interrupted. "You were asleep. Mrs. Weasley sent me up with tea."
He got up and fetched the tray to Sirius, who was now sitting against the pillows, the covers pulled up around him.
"I guess you and my dad were really close friends, weren't you?"
"Yes, Harry, we were." Sirius took a drink of his tea, his eyes intent on Harry over the rim of the cup.
Harry felt compelled to add, "More than just friends?"
Sirius blinked at that, but lowered the cup to answer steadily, "At one time, yes. Then he fell in love with your mother. He and I remained friends though."
"I see." Slowly, keeping his gaze on Sirius, Harry sat on the bed again and scooted closer. "I guess I'm even more like my dad than I thought... or maybe more like you."
He leaned against Sirius's shoulder and pressed his face to the bare skin of Sirius's neck. After a moment, he felt Sirius's arm go around him.
"Perhaps so," Sirius said.