A/N: I was in a Sirius mood when I wrote this. Haha, now I'm feeling punny. Protect yourselves while you still can, my friends, for I am the master of disaster.
Disclaimer: I own nothing… especially not Harry Potter
Watching Over You
Sirius couldn't sleep. Images kept flashing through his mind – images of Lily and James, dead in Godric's Hollow; flashes of his stay in Azkaban; his reunion with Remus and Peter. He rolled over and faced the window, through which he could see the full moon, shining like a silver galleon in the sky. With a pang, he thought of Remus and what he was going through at this very moment. Had he taken the Wolfsbane, Sirius wondered? Was he in terrible pain? And then there was Harry to worry about.
Sirius sighed and got out of bed, stretching and yawning. He was not tired in the slightest now. Being careful not to wake Buckbeak, he padded down the hall and stopped outside a door. On the other side of this door was the child of his best friend. His dead best friend. James. Who was responsible for Harry's fate, that he would be forced to live a life without parents? Sirius asked himself this question over and over. Was it whoever had relayed the prophecy to begin with? Sirius knew that if he ever found out who it was, he would personally kill said person. Or could the responsibility lie in the hands of Sirius, who had switched the position of secret-keeper with a traitor? Well, he supposed fault didn't matter now. The responsibility for this moment rested in the hands of Sirius, the godfather. The only thing that mattered right now was –
"Harry," Sirius whispered into the crack of the door, his hand on the handle.
When he got no reply, he soundlessly opened the door and went into the room. Harry was sleeping in his bed; the bedclothes pulled up to his armpits, his face passive. Sirius crossed the room and stood beside the bed, staring down at his godson with a grim expression. If he looked any more like his father, Sirius thought, he didn't know what he'd do.
And suddenly, a terrible feeling swept over Sirius as he stood there, watching Harry sleep. A strange, contracting feeling rose in his throat and his eyes brimmed. He couldn't blame Harry for being upset, not after what happened to him. And Harry didn't have the slightest idea what lay before him, either. Sirius could only imagine Harry's reaction to the prophecy.
Harry stirred and Sirius stepped backwards, not wanting to alarm Harry should he wake. Harry rolled over and the silvery moonlight fell across his face, illuminating it and sending a shadow across his lightning scar. Sirius stared. He wondered if Harry was afraid now that Voldemort was back. Sirius was suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to stay with Harry as he used to do when he babysat for Lily and James.
"Don't worry, kid," Sirius breathed, resisting the urge to cry. "I'm watching over you."
Sirius transformed into his animagus form of a shaggy black dog and leapt lightly onto the bed. He lay down at Harry's feet and rested his head on his paws. Nothing would harm Harry as long as he was around to protect him. Nothing.