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Who: Harry and Sirius ^knap
Where: Pub, the proper place for men.
When: Backdated to last night.
What: Drinks, talking, bonding.
Rating/Status: PG?/Incomplete



Harry hadn't expected a party nor did he really want one. He was a twenty-five year old dad, weasling his way up the Ministry. He could vividly remember chasing his four year old daughter down the halls of St. Mungo's, hearing her laughter. He could remember the weight of his little brother in his arms as he held him for the first time. Harry had been taken and truthfully, he wasn't upset by it. He got to live his life, he was able to reunite himself with his mother and uncle. He could remember everything and he was happy to have lived that far into his life. Yet upon returning, Harry felt the ache. It was a sort of longing, like he was missing a loved one all his life. Astro and Eris. Erin. Lil' Bitch. Little Minifoot. So many people that he loved and cared for that were not in his world.

When he first arrived, it was like coming home. He embraced the Captain, exchanging a few words before sneaking in on his mother and the rest of his family. That night was spent with Eris and Astro. Harry had no idea what would happen if he was ever taken, sincerely believing he never would be. He held on to both Eris and Astro for as long as possible, knowing that what ever they were going through, it was going to take a lot of time and he would be damned to let them do it on their own, or at least without his help. Harry loved them. There was no other way to say it. It was nothing planned nor was it meant to be as serious as it was, but it happened and Harry couldn't care less it happened. He loved them.

Managing to break away for a couple of hours, Harry reached out to the man he had grown quite close to. In the compound, Sirius was still a bit of a stranger. Sure, they had drinking in common and jokes, but Harry found it hard for himself to bond to man he hadn't quite met yet, at least not properly. In Harry's time, he was close to his uncle and Harry wanted that relationship here.

Sitting at the front of the bar, Harry sipped on his pint. He let the taste linger, another thing that had changed with the young man. He no longer chugged his beers and shots of liquor. He savoured the taste, living his life a little more slowly than he had before. He had things on his mind, situations he was trying to analyze. It didn't feel good to be told that she wanted to hate him. It didn't feel good that Astro seemed more distant than ever. They both did. They even seemed distant from each other. Rubbing a hand against his face then through his hair, he let out a low and heavy sigh. Hopefully his uncle would have something good to say, if not a big hug to give.