Disclaimer: still not mine still make no money and all that other important stuff I have to tell you that I'm sure you already know, to cover my arse!!

Ok here is my story to the secret Santa/valentine exchange

My assignment was Harry getting into trouble for something normal kids do with either Sirius or Remus so here you go...

Time frame for the story I'm going to say the beginning of Harry's fourth year.

Tell me what you think, Sirius is the hardest character for me to write and it is really hard thinking of him giving a spanking or being serious so I hope I did okay keeping him in character.

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Serious Sirius

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"He is failing potions head master, it has nothing to do with any bias you may feel that I have towards the boy. I can not possibly be grading him harshly when he has not handed in a single thing for me to grade since the beginning of term." Severus said as he sat in the head masters office having tea.

"You mean to tell me he has not done a single assignment since school started last month?" Albus asked in disbelief.

"That is exactly what I am saying Albus." Severus informed him nodding his head before taking a sip of his tea.

"How peculiar," Dumbledore said combing his fingers through his beard in thought.

"Yes, well I thought you would like to know. I am unsure about his other classes but if he does not start handing in work I have no qualms about failing him. He shall get no special treatment from me. As it is he will have to get top marks on the rest of the work for the term in order to make passing grades." Snape talked staring at the head master who seemed lost in thought.

"I shall indeed need to speak with the rest of his professors and perhaps contact Sirius. If Harry will listen to anyone it would be him and Sirius did ask to be kept informed." Dumbledore concluded.

"I dare say it is about time that boy was held accountable for his actions by someone. If it has to be that mangy mutt so be it. Better him then me." Severus said

"Now, now Severus no need for that." Dumbledore scolded.

Severus resisted the erg to roll his eyes as he finished his tea.

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Dumbledore stepped out of the hearth at 12 Griswold place, holding a small stack of parchment in his right hand and the arm of a squirming defiant looking Harry Potter in the left.

Sirius was standing before the fireplace awaiting their arrival. Pointing in the direction of the steps that lead to Harry's room he addressed his Godson first.

"Straight to you room Harry." Sirius ordered him in an uncharacteristically firm tone.

Harry wrenched himself from Dumbledore's grasp and ran to his room stomping his feet rather hard, conveying his defiance and attitude without saying anything.

He knew he was in trouble the moment the headmaster had called him to his office and showed him those reports from his professors. He really had no idea why he had been slacking so badly but he really did not think anyone would care what he did so he saw no real reason to bother. He felt that even he cared less and less what his marks where in class and he just did not feel like doing his schoolwork and with no one to make him, he just didn't.

Sirius and Albus could hear the door slam rather loudly upstairs. Both men shook their heads at the defiant display.

"What has gotten into that boy?" Sirius asked turning to Dumbledore.

"It seems he is seeking some boundaries. He wants to see if, when he pushes, someone will push back." Dumbledore explained handing the stack of parchment over to Sirius, who quickly read though them.

"And that someone is me?" Sirius asked almost in disbelief.

"Yes my boy, he needs you now. You are the closest that child has to a parent and he is practically screaming for someone to put him back in line and care enough to see he does what he is supposed to." The head master told him matter of factley.

"What am I supposed to do? I've never been the serious disciplinarian type; you know that." Sirius looked pleadingly at the older wizard.

"Remember your sixth year when your behavior got out of hand?" Albus asked and Sirius nodded.

"What happened then?" Albus prodded.

"You fire called James' father and he flooed in..." Sirius started his

face reddening a bit at the memory.

Dumbledore nodded his head and bid Sirius to continue.

"And you left the two of us alone in your office..."

"And?" Albus prompted.

"He gave me a lecture that left my ears ringing..." Sirius said looking any place but at the head master.

"Come now Sirius I do not enjoy pulling teeth." Albus said in an almost playful tone making Sirius groan.

"He spanked me!" Sirius spat out his face bright red.

"And how did you feel about that?" Dumbledore could tell he was making the younger man uncomfortable but he was trying to make a point.

"It bloody hurt!" Sirius exclaimed.

"Indeed I'm sure it did; here," Albus said, reaching around and patting

Sirius on the bum causing the younger wizard to blush an even deeper red

"But I meant how did it feel here?" Dumbledore asked taking his hand off of Sirius' bum reaching out he put it on Sirius' chest over his heart.

"I guess after I felt better; like someone cared enough to keep me from getting my arse expelled. Cared enough to correct me when I was acting out; my parents never cared..." realization dawned on Sirius as he spoke.

"You see the similarities between how you where acting when you where younger and how Harry is behaving now?" Dumbledore asked his eyes twinkling.

"As always Professor Dumbledore you are right. He is practically pleading for someone to step in and stop him to show they care enough to guide him. I guess his aunt and uncle are very similar to how my parents where; they just did not care and that hurt. James' dad he cared and he showed me he cared and that made all the difference to me. So I guess it is time I give back and show Harry that he has someone who cares." Sirius said nodding head resolutely.

"Then by all means go show him you care." Dumbledore said smiling his all knowing smile and stepping out of Sirius' way.

Sirius headed for the steps, shaking his head a moment as he wondered how in the world Dumbledore did that. He had an uncanny ability to get people to see things exactly the way he wanted them to see them and always got people to do what he wanted them to do. It was a neat trick he would have to learn some day.

Dumbledore took a seat at the table conjuring himself some tea to drink while he waited to be able to take Harry back to school.

Sirius took two steps at a time as he made his way up to Harry's room the stack of parchment Albus had given him in hand.

Knocking briefly on the door he did not even wait for an answer from the child within before entering arms crossed over his chest his most authoritative look on his face.

"Well, young man, care to explain these?" Sirius said crossing over to Harry who was sitting on his bed and tossing the stack of parchment, which was his professors' reports, down onto the bed next to him.

Harry gulped; he had never seen Sirius look so stern or angry before and it was very unsettling. Harry could feel the defiance drain from him as he saw the disappointment and anger in his Godfather's eyes.

He had wondered why Professor Dumbledore had brought him here and now it seemed that the reason was to tell his Godfather on him, but why? What would Sirius do?

"I... I um..." Harry shuffled a bit nervously on his bed he could not come up with an excuse as to why every last one of his teachers would write a report saying he had not done a single assignment.

Sirius crossed his arms over his chest again and tapped his foot impatiently, calling upon his memories of Mr. Potter and trying his hardest to do an accurate impression. Not that Harry would be able to tell it was an impression of his grandfather and that was a good thing!

Sirius really hoped Harry would not be able to tell how hard this whole stern and angry father thing was for him to pull off.

But he had to pull it off, for Harry's sake, even if it was uncomfortable for him to play disciplinarian he would do it. He would do it for Harry because he loved the boy and if nothing else he owed it to his best friend's son, and the grandson of the man who had done this very thing for him.

"I'm waiting Harry; I want an explanation for these atrocious reports. Why haven't you done ANY of your work?!" Sirius said cocking his head in the direction of the parchment, finding himself falling into the role of disciplinarian easier and easier as he called upon the actual disappointment he felt when he had read those awful reports.

This was odd, very odd. Harry was not sure if he was nervous to have an angry adult demanding answers he did not have or the fact that it was this particular adult just never seemed to get angry and now that he was it was far more unnerving then even an angry Snape.

Yes, Harry concluded, an angry Snape was not nearly as scary as an angry Sirius simply because Snape was always angry and it was to be expected. Sirius, Sirius never got angry so the fact that he was now was a testament to how much trouble Harry was in and he knew it.

"I Um... I just didn't feel like it." Harry said in barely a whisper deciding the truth was really the only way to go seeing as he could not even imagine a lie let alone a believable one.

"You didn't... You didn't FEEL LIKE IT?!" Sirius sputtered out angrily causing Harry to jump.

"What does it matter to you anyway?" Harry said back, feeling his own anger rise. No one had ever cared what he did before and he managed just fine, why all of a sudden did the rules change? It wasn't fair! How was he to know people would all of a sudden care what the hell he did? He should not be in trouble if no one even saw fit to inform him of these changes.

"You are on very thin ice young man so I suggest you keep your attitude in check!" he admonished and Harry had the good grace to look away in shame

"It matters to me because I care. I am your Godfather and I love you and though at the moment I may not be able to legally get custody of you it does not diminish the fact that I have a responsibility to see you become the best man you can be, do the best you can do, and this," he stopped and grabbed the parchment off the bed waving it in Harry's face.

"Is NOT the best you can do!" Sirius told him dropping the parchment back on the bed.

Harry hung his head. He could feel the disappointment radiating off of Sirius like warmth off a fire.

"I'm sorry, I'll do better..." Harry began miserably, picking nervously at the thread in the duvet.

"Yes you will and I'm going to make sure of that." Sirius told him in a tone that put Harry rather on edge.

Reaching over he took hold of Harry's upper arm and pulled him up off the bed pulling him away and taking the seat that Harry had just forcibly vacated.

Harry stared at his Godfather in wide-eyed confusion.

"W-What are you doing?" He asked

"I am doing to you what your grandfather did to me and your father when we misbehaved. Something I'm sure your father would be doing if he where here now. Something I recon that is far over due," Sirius told him matter of factley.

"What's that?" Harry asked not entirely sure he really wanted to know.

"I'm going to give you a very well earned spanking." Sirius informed the boy.

Harry's eyes went wide and he tried to back away but Sirius still had hold of his arm and he wasn't about to let go.

"No, Sirius don't; you can't, please I'll do better. I'll do all my work!" Harry pleaded.

"Yes I am, yes I can, and yes you will." Sirius informed him.

"Please, Sirius don't!" Harry looked at him with wide green eyes shining brightly with newly formed unshed tears.

Sirius shook his head, almost sadly, as he took hold of both Harry's arms and turned the boy to face him looking him directly in the eye.

"I'm sorry Harry but there will be no getting out of this. You are getting a spanking and it will be easier on us both if you just except that." Sirius told him.

Without giving Harry further time to protest or plead and thus wear away at the thin layer of resolve Sirius had managed to muster for this task he pulled him over his lap and made short order of yanking down his trousers and pants.

"No please... not like that Sirius please." Harry wriggled as he pleaded in vain.

"Yes, Harry just like this. You have earned yourself a bare bottom spanking. No amount of pleading will get you out of it." Sirius informed him.

Well that was a bold face lie but Harry did not know that. The truth was the pleading was getting to Sirius, chipping away at his resolve which wasn't very strong to begin with and if it did not stop soon he was not sure he would be able to go through with this and he knew he had to go through with it.

Wrapping his arm tightly around the squirming boy's waist he pulled him in close and raised his right hand. Taking a deep breath he steeled himself for what he had to do and brought his hand down hard right in the middle of Harry's exposed bottom.

Harry let out a loud, startled, yelp as the first swat landed and it was all Sirius could do not to stop right then and there. He took another deep breath and brought his hand down again trying his hardest to ignore the little whimper it elicited from his Godson.

Deciding it was best to just get it over with as fast as possible Sirius set into a steady rhythm of swats landing them fast and hard all around Harry's bottom.

For his part after the first few swats Harry had tried to take the spanking stoically, determined not to cry out again or wriggle too much but it became apparent that this was a faulty line of thinking when his legs started to kick and the tears started to fill his eyes.

Sirius spanked his way down Harry's bottom to his upper thighs and then back up the opposite side hard and fast turning the skin to a dusty pink before he started to lecture.

"Why am I spanking you Harry?" He asked the wriggling form over his lap

Harry gasped; did he really expect him to be able to answer questions in this position? The hard swats to his thighs told him that indeed he did want an answer, but Harry was still not sure if he could come up with it. His brain did not exactly feel up to any task besides relaying messages of pain to his bottom.

"Because OWWW because I haven't d-done any of my work OWWW!" Harry wriggled and kicked his legs in a vain attempt to get his bottom away from the swats

"I am very disappointed in you Harry. You are capable of so much more. You aren't even trying!" He scolded as he brought his hand down over and over again.

"I'm s-sorryy Sirius please stop, please stop." Harry cried out as the tears started to pour down his cheeks.

In an effort to end the spanking Sirius lowered his left knee and raised his right and started to concentrate the swats on Harry's sensitive sit spots.

The swats to his sit spots turned Harry's cries to wails and then to sobs as the heat in that most sensitive area built to an intolerable level.

"You" SWAT "will do" SWAT "all of your work." SWAT SWAT "You will not" SWAT "miss another" SWAT "assignment" SWAT "for any reason." SWAT SWAT "You will bring you grades up to par" SWAT SWAT "no matter what it takes" SWAT SWAT SWAT "and if this stint of laziness" SWAT "causes even one" SWAT "substandard grade" SWAT "on your end of term report card" SWAT "you will be going over my lap again" SWAT "for a taste of the hairbrush." SWAT SWAT "Is that understood young man?"

Harry wailed and sobbed as his sit spots where relentlessly swatted and he was sure he would never sit again.

"OWWW yesss, y-yes I understand!" Harry said before collapsing over Sirius' lap in a fit of sobs.

Sirius let his hand fall half a dozen more times before stopping. Harry's bottom was a deep red and Sirius knew from experience he would feel it every time he sat for at least the next day.

He began to rub slow circles in Harry's lower back murmuring soft words of reassurance in order to calm him down.

"Okay Harry, all done, you took that very well, Shhh its okay; it's all over." He said softly as he continued to rubs soothing circles in his back.

Harry took in deep shuddering breaths as he trying to calm down; that is once he realized the hand had stop spanking at his bottom and was now rubbing his back soothingly and the voice had stop lecturing in disappointment and was now talking reassuringly.

When Sirius heard Harry's sobs and cries turn to tear filled sniffles he pulled his boxers and trousers back up as gently as he could. Harry whimpered as the fabric came in contact with his sore bottom a few fresh tears springing into existence.

Sirius quickly maneuvered Harry up from over his knees and down gently into his lap holding him close and rocking gently.

"I'm sorry." Harry said sheepishly realizing he was in his Godfathers lap and to his even further embarrassment that he wanted to be there.

Harry leaned into Sirius, laying his head against the crook of his Godfathers neck. Sirius held Harry tight rubbing his back.

"I know you are sorry Harry, but you have got to do better. I meant what I said. I don't care what it takes but you will fix this. If there is even one substandard grade on your report card I will take the brush to your bottom." Sirius told him sternly.

"But... but, I've missed so much work it will be imposable to make good grades now!" Harry protested knowing that he had really dug himself a hole here.

"You should have thought of that before you decided you didn't need to do you school work. I'm sure if you talk to your professors they will come up with something to help you raise your grades. If not then your session with the hair brush will serve as a further reminder not to slack off." Sirius told him. He hated being so stern but he was determined to let the boy know he had someone looking out for him someone he would have to answer to.

Harry whimpered and wriggled uncomfortably. His bottom was very sore and that was just with Sirius' hand he did not wish to feel what damage the

Sirius gave Harry a tight squeeze before allowing the boy to slide off his lap.

"I'll talk to Professor Dumbledore and see if he can't talk to your professors about letting you make up some of the work you have missed. Maybe when they hear you have been sufficiently punished they will be more inclined to allow you to." Sirius told him as he took a hold of Harry's shoulder and steered him out the door and down the steps to where Dumbledore was still seated sipping at his tea.

Harry's eyes went wide at the implication of that last statement, his cheeks reddening. He would never live it down if his professors learned he had been spanked and he was sure Snape would exploit the fact using any chance he could possibly get to try and get him spanked again. No there was no one in the world he wanted to know he got spanked less then Snape. His other professors might be sympathetic but Snape would enjoy the fact far too much and it would be so embarrassing.

"You can't - I mean, you wouldn't tell him I was spanked?" Harry asked hesitantly.

Sirius looked his Godson over a small smile playing on his lips as he spoke.

"I don't have to tell him Harry, it was his idea."