Sirius / Harry

Remember My Best

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Sirius stared at the deceptively innocent looking potion flask in his hands. Before the trembling in his fingers became too much for him, he put it safely down on the bedside cupboard and turned away to await his husband of a few hours. At the sound of Harry exiting the bathroom, Sirius turned towards the noise. His breath caught.

Skin flushed from his shower, Harry gazed back at Sirius, emerald eyes blazing from those beloved features, that face that no longer evoked memories of either James or Lily but was all Harry, just Harry – his Harry. The robe he was wearing clung to the still-damp skin and Sirius' fingers itched to tear away the flimsy silk. There should be no barrier between him and his beloved – not tonight, of all nights. Moving towards Harry, Sirius growled deep in his throat, a sound of possession Padfoot thoroughly approved of.

"Mine." It was a guttural snarl, intoxicating in the lust and promise it bore. Harry's eyes fluttered closed.

"Yours," he breathed, as he was pulled into his husband's arms.

As Sirius laid Harry on the bed, covering his face in kisses, he stopped suddenly. Confused, Harry looked up to find him gazing down at him, with a strange mix of delight and sadness on his face. Reaching up a questioning hand to touch him, Harry asked, "What is it, Sirius?"

Staring down at him a moment longer, Sirius said, with peculiar intensity, "I love you more than anything in creation, Harry. Never forget that. No matter what happens, Harry, my love for you can never be killed."

Harry looked back at him, slightly puzzled but delighted nevertheless. "I know. I know, my love."

.*.*.*.

Much later, Sirius divided the contents of the flask in half. Dropping one of his hairs in one goblet, he gently coaxed his still half-asleep husband into trustingly drinking it down, inwardly giving thanks for Harry's practice at choking down disgusting potions; any other would have been shocked into wakefulness by the Permanent Polyjuice. Easing Harry back into his exhausted slumber, Sirius gently pulled out one of his husband's hairs, adding it to his portion of the potion before drinking it with a grimace.

Pressing a kiss to Harry's forehead, Sirius pulled his husband close and lay back, watching Harry sleep.

.*.*.*.

As the clock in the hallway chimed six, heralding early morning, the man once known as Sirius Black pulled gently away from his husband, leaving his marriage bed in the home for which he was once more Secret Keeper to go to the Ministry, where he would receive the Dementor's Kiss for Harry Potter's supposed crime of having killed Voldemort to take his place as Dark Lord.