the_debt_of_time

Despite the fact that the mere thought of Petunia and Vernon—and the years Harry
spent in their neglectful care—made his blood itch, Sirius was glad that his godson was no
longer holding back the details of his childhood as though they were something to be
ashamed of.
"Well, then I appreciate you cooking all the more because it benefits you and me."
He chuckled as he sat down at the table, reaching for the plate of bacon in the centre.
"Care to do me a favour in exchange for food every morning?" Harry asked, green
eyes still focused on the paper in his hands.
"What's that, son?"
"Wear a shirt to breakfast," Harry quietly requested, his cheeks slightly pink from
embarrassment.
"Am I so hideous that I'm turning you off your appetite?" Sirius asked, pretending
to be offended.
"I'm perfectly accepting of your and Hermione's relationship. I know that you love
one another, and I'm happy you're both happy," Harry promised as he finally made eye
contact with Sirius. "But you've got scratch marks up and down your back, and the thought
of how they got there at that particular angle is making me slightly nauseous."
Sirius laughed loudly but assented and stood, walking to a nearby cupboard where
he pulled out a hanging robe and slung it over his shoulders. "Better?" he asked as he sat
back down.
"It would be better if someone would remind Hermione of how great she is at
Glamour Charms," Harry said with a wry smile. "She left the house this morning with love
bites all over her neck."
"Sorry, Harry," Sirius said with a chuckle as he served himself up a plate of eggs.
"As delicious as your breakfasts are, she happens to taste better."
Sirius smirked at the way Harry grimaced; something inside of him felt like
everything would be good again from now on. It felt like being back before the war really
began when he and Mia would tease James relentlessly with their affection. James would
cringe, and Lily would giggle, and Remus would roll his eyes. Maybe, just maybe, things
could be that happy and wonderful again.
"Where is my lovely witch off to today?"