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Dogs Are Afraid of Thunder (and so is Padfoot)

Series: Padfoot & Prongs

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationship: Sirius Black & James Potter

Characters: James Potter, Sirius Black

Summary: Dogs are scared of thunder, so what about Padfoot? James learns the answer to that question one stormy night.

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GGSB Fest 2024 - Finding Your Inner Animal

@goodgodfathersiriusblack

Harry wants to be an animagus, Sirius helps him find his inner animal.

AO3

***

Sirius could admit that he was surprised, even though he knew that he shouldn’t be, that Harry wanted to learn to be Animagus.  He had convinced Harry to at least wait until he was sixteen before attempting to learn the transformation, and after surviving the DOM and offing Voldemort, he had come to Sirius on his sixteenth birthday and said, “I’m sixteen, now will you teach me?”

Which is how they ended up spending the following day sitting across from each other on the floor, the journals that he and James had kept, along with several books on the transformation in Harry’s lap in the most bland room in their new house.

It was bland on purpose. 

It’s meant to allow the person to find the inner peace of their animal through a mediative state, not meant to guide someone one way or another.  

Sirius had given him the journals and books prior to this attempt, and Harry believed he was ready to try.  

Thus, where they are right now.

“Okay, now, to reach the state necessary, you have to completely empty your mind.”

“Sounds like Snape’s horrible lessons.”

“This’ll be better, I’m not going to attack you – I want you to just relax, close your eyes and listen to the sound of my voice.”

“I can do that.”

“Good.”

Sirius begins walking him through his mediation.  It’s not always easy especially for a kid like Harry who has a lot on his mind much of the time, but after a few false starts, it appears that Harry has reached the state necessary.  

“Now, staying completely relaxed.  Think about what makes you happy, what traits define you, what calls to you…”

Harry hums but doesn’t speak.  

Sirius continues to guide him through what defines him.  The things that his inner animal would call out to.

“Tell me where you are.”

“A clearing.  There’s trees and a stream nearby,” Harry states.  “It’s quiet ad calm.”

“And what do you feel around you?”

“Warm air.   The ground beneath me.”

“Good…”

He continues for a few more minutes as Harry begins to describe strange feelings on his arms and legs before he guides Harry to move to the stream to see his animal self. 

“Tell me what you see when you see yourself in the stream.”

“I see – fur all around me.  I have paws and a tail.  I’m … I look like a Samoyed puppy.  Except dark fur and green eyes with white fur where my scars are.”

Sirius can’t help grinning.  He’s thrilled that Harry’s a dog like him.  It feels fitting… even if he expected him to be a stag like his father since his Patronus is a stag, but this is better.  As long as Harry is happy about it.  

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

Harry opens his eyes and smiles.  “That was … something.”

“Sure was, what do you think?”

“I think that was brilliant!  I can’t wait to be a dog and run through the park and play fetch and just… be anonymous and loving,” Harry smiles.  “You and I could go on runs together and play together as dogs like how cool is that?”

“Does that mean you’re okay with having a form like mine?”

“Of course I am!” Harry says, smiling.  “I was a little worried about being like Dad, ‘cause Prongs couldn’t hide in plain sight, and I definitely couldn’t do a cat or something because … just no.  I thought I might get something that flies, but I think I prefer flight on a broom.  This – this is … fantastic.”

He pauses as if uncertain. 

“You’re not, like, mad that I’ve stolen your form a bit, are you?”

“Are you kidding?” Sirius asks, surprised.  “I am thrilled – I was worried you’d be disappointed.”

Harry grins and lets out a relieved breath.  “Great!  I’m so happy, then!”

Sirius grins.  “I’m glad finding your inner animal made you so happy.  It’s going to take a while to transform, but now that you know your animal, we can start working on it.”

“Now?” Harry asks, hopefully.

“If that’s what you want.”

“It is!”

“Then, now, it is.”

You cut onion in my eyes!

Sirius being a super protective older brother.

Sirius having near daily panic attacks after regulus had refused to come with him when he ran away to james’.

Sirius acting like he hates his brother but theres always a twinge of sadness in his eyes whenever hes brought up. Something that only the mauraders can see. Something that they know means sirius still loves his brother and has hope for him.

Sirius having constant dreams about regulus. About what his family does to regulus now that sirius is gone.

Dreams that scarily mimic the way sirius was treated.

Sirius finding out about regulus becoming a death eater and having multiple panic attacks daily.

Sirius muttering in his sleep about “regulus is gonna die”

Sirius never knowing that regulus came around even after his death.

Sirius having more consistent panic attacks after his brothers death. Something he hadnt experienced since he was in school.

Sirius knowing that the one thing the dementors would be able to take from him is his memories of regulus. Memories from when they were still friends.

Sirius being paranoid that those memories would be corrupted by the dementors.

Sirius turning into a dog the mere second that regulus crosses his mind.

Sirius hearing talk about regulus from death eaters in azkaban.

Sirius being flooded with emotion as soon as he gets out of azkaban knowing that he can finally think about regulus.

Regulus immediatley tackling sirius in a hug as soon as he comes to the after life.

Regulus have a panic attack chanting “im sorry” still hugging sirius.

Regulus, calming down, finally being able to explain.

“IM SORRY OK?? BECAUSE YOU WERE SO RIGHT. so so right. I shouldve listened to you siri”.

Sirius only being able to hold regulus so tightly because neither of them were ones for expressing emotions.

Regulus knowing that this meant that sirius wasnt mad.

Regulus still crying, this time happy tears, because sirius wasnt mad! Sirius forgives him!

Sirius knowing he was never truly mad at regulus because he knew what his family was like. He understood wanting his mothers approval even if he did spend his entire life trying to make her as disappointed as possible.

Idk y hes stealing Molly's lines but I do know i love this

“have you gone from me?”

Sirius voice is soft, and he doesn’t take his eyes off of Harry’s pale face as he lets out a groan. The boy’s thin limbs twitch from the lingering effects of the Cruciatus.

“No, I’m here,” Harry mutters. “Fuck. This hurts like hell. No wonder they call it an Unforgiveable. I sure as hell won’t be forgiving Bellatrix any time soon.”

Sirius doesn’t crack a smile. “I’m gonna call Pomfrey. The potion shouldn’t be letting you feel anything.”

“No wait,” says Harry through gritted teeth. “I think that’s the last of it.” Indeed, as soon as he’s done speaking, his arms and legs still.

Sirius lets out a sigh of relief. “You hurting anywhere else?”

“No. I think Pomfrey gave me enough to knock out an threstral.”

Sirius’ lips twitch. “Then should I be concerned that you’re still conscious?”

“Nah. I’m always an anomaly when it comes to healing.” Despite his words, Harry’s head starts to loll to the side and his breathing begins to slow. Sirius reaches for his hand and intertwines their fingers.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt,” Sirius says quietly. Harry cracks one eye open.

“I’d be concerned if you did,” he responds. 

Sirius’ face darkens. “Next time I see her, she’s dead.” 

“Good,” Harry breathes, the word barely intelligible as he drifts into unconsciousness.

“Have you gone from me?” Sirius whispers, eyes locked on the still face of his child. There’s no response. Sirius leans forward and kisses his forehead. He rises up out of his chair, untangling his fingers from Harry’s now-lax hand, and moves towards the door.

“Not my kid, you bitch,” he mutters under his breath as he strides out of the hospital wing, wand in his hand.

james and sirius

Ron and harry

Oh and also lily and sirius

Write in the tags: who of your OTP / BroTP is the one who lifts the other on their shoulder so that they can see?

I love the good godfather sirius black thingie!!!

GGSB Fest 2024 - Perfect First Day

@goodgodfathersiriusblack

Prompt - First Day of School

Sirius isn't ready for Harry's first day of primary school, but it turns out it's perfect.

AO3

***

Despite the fact that Sirius had gotten to spend the last few years as a stay-at-home parent and knew that this time was coming, he’s still sad even as he packs Harry’s bag for his first day of school.  They had gone shopping the day before to make sure he had all of his school supplies.  He’d picked out a nice outfit for the first, and once he’s packed, it’ll be time to tuck Harry in and before he knows it – they’ll be at the school… for Harry’s first day.

“Pads?” the small voice of his godson says from the top of the stairs.  

“I’ll be up in a minute to help tuck you in, just change into your pajamas.”

“Okay!”

It only takes a few more minutes before he steels himself and goes upstairs.  Tonight was the last night before everything would begin to change.

“Ready for bed, kiddo?” Sirius asks, a smile – only slightly forced – on his face.  He has no idea what he’s going to do without his kid for hours every day.  

“Yeah!” Harry cheers.

“What kind of bedtime story are you looking for tonight?” Sirius questions.

“Will you tell me about your first day of school?” 

Sirius let's out a little laugh as he sits beside Harry’s bed.  “Well, your dad and I didn’t go to primary school – only Hogwarts, and I’ve told you about meeting your mum and dad on the train ride to school, but your mum did go to primary school.”

“Will you tell me about her first day, then?”

Sirius hums.  “Well, she always liked to say that she met her best muggle friend on the first of school.  She had sat in the wrong seat and another classmate of hers had said that it was her seat – they were arguing as much as five-year-olds can argue and it turns out her name was Lila and with your mum’s name as Lily – they were so close it was easily mistaken.  The teacher thought they should separate the girls, but they became friends instead.”

Harry’s looking at him like that wasn’t much of story – which makes sense, his own story about meeting on the train and James pulling an imaginary sword had been far more entertaining.  

“Do you think I’ll make a friend like mum did?” Harry asks, eyes wide like he’s worried about that.

Sirius smiles softly at him.  “I’m sure you will, but not if you’re grouchy from lack of sleep.  So, get some sleep – big day tomorrow.”

Harry pouts a bit before he yawns.  “Night, Pads.”

“Night, kid.”

***

In the morning, Sirius packs Harry’s lunch before helping him with his backpack and taking him by the hand to walk him to the school down the street.  His kid is happily chattering on and on about what school might be like and not at all noticing that Sirius isn’t nearly as ready for this as he pretends to be.  

He knows that this is what Lily (and James) would’ve wanted, but after so long of never being away from one another, Sirius can’t help freaking out a bit.  

He’s just not ready for this – Harry’s not ready for this – maybe … maybe it would be better to hold him back a year … or homeschool him…

But they reach the school before Sirius knows it and he’s … disappointed.

He’s not ready for this.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t matter as they enter the school and Harry happily finds his classroom rather quickly for his age.  The teacher greets Harry and says, “Mr. Potter, please go ahead and help Harry find his desk – you can stay until class starts.”

“Thank you,” Sirius says.  He doesn’t correct her.  James’ parents had practically adopted him, and he hates the Black name, so when they moved, he simply decided to go by Potter, made things easier. 

He helps Harry find his desk next to a little boy, whose name plate reads Dean Thomas, and he smiles at the mother beside him.  

“Look Dean, here’s your deskmate,” the mother says.  “Why don’t you introduce yourself?”

The little boy – Dean – smiles and introduces himself, and Harry smiles and does the same after a quick nod from Sirius.  

Then, in his excitement once Dean shows him what he’d been drawing, Harry turns to him and says, “Look, Paddy, I made a friend.”

Sirius barely stifles his laugh as he says, “You sure did.”

Before anything else could be said, the teacher calls for last goodbyes and he hugs Harry tight, like he doesn’t want to let him go, and barely contains his desire to cry.  Another parent – not Dean’s mother – says, “Don’t worry, the day will go by faster than you think.”

Sirius nods, and let's go, telling Harry to be good and learn lots before following the other parents outside the classroom.  The one that had spoken to him, introduces himself as Holly’s father, and says, “First one?”

“And only,” Sirius says.  “He’s technically my godson/nephew.  I won’t have kids of my own, but I’ve been raising him since we lost his parents.  I was a stay-at-home parent and now… well, I don’t know what to do with myself.”

Holly’s father gives him a small smile as they leave with Dean’s mother.  “Well, I’ve got a small shop that works on motor vehicles.  You know anything about that?”

Sirius grins.  “I built my motorbike from scratch.  I love motor vehicles.”

“Maybe we could go out to eat and talk about it?”

“I’d like that.”  

“Then, let’s go.”

***

Sirius could admit that he rather liked Holly’s father and Dean’s mother (who had come along as well, purely because she also expressed an interest).  Their outing had helped pass the day (which did go quickly) before they arrived to pick up their kids.  

As soon as he sees Sirius, Harry takes off at a run and straight into a waiting Sirius’ arms.  He’s already babbling about his day and his new friends Holly and Dean.  

“I made new friends, too,” Sirius teases, gesturing at Holly’s father and Dean’s mother.  The adults laugh, but Harry cheers and it’s wonderful.  

Holly’s father claps him on the shoulder and Dean’s mother smiles.  “I’ll see you both tomorrow?”

“We’ll be here.”

“Good.”

With that, they all wave goodbye and start to head home.  

Harry reiterates his entire day all happy and excited and honestly, there’s nothing better than this. 

He’s so thrilled that it’s all worked out – they’re both happy and they’re off to brighter future. 

The perfect first day of school.

Christmas 1976, Potter's house.

Euphemia: Come on, open the presents!

James opens his gift: A 1700 nimbus, thanks mom.

Fleamont: And here is my gift. *hands him a red box*

James: What is it... *sees a bunch of letters* romantic phrases?

Fleamont: if you use them this year maybe Lily won't reject you again.

*Sirius and Remus start laughing*

James: hey that's not fair.

Remus: Well, it's my turn. *opens a gift with his name* I assume that because of how badly wrapped it is, the gift was given to me by Sirius.

Sirius: I did what I could.

Remus: Chocolates! Thanks!

James: Sirius what are you waiting for? Open your gifts!

Sirius: I got gifts?

Remus: Obviously!

Sirius happily opens the first gift (from Remus): A mint? Oh... hey I don't smell that bad.

James: Open mine.

Sirius opens his second gift: A leather jacket, you know me prongs.

Euphemia: You still need to open the last one.

Sirius: Let's see... *grabs a small box and opens it* A letter!

*Euphemia gets watery eyes and Fleamont hugs her*

Sirius begins to read the letter: "We hope you do not get angry with us after this, we want you to have a better life, if you accept we will be very happy and if not, do not worry, we will not get angry. With love Euphemia and Fleamont Potter. *confused, grabs the next piece of paper* I don't understand, they are adoption papers. Are you going to adopt someone?

*James smiles at her and raises his eyebrows*

Sirius: Wait- *sees his name on the papers* No. You guys... I...

*Sirius runs to hug Euphemia as the two start crying and Fleamont joins the hug*

James and Remus raise their glasses: Happy Christmas!

Sweetttt

Omg could we get another part of animagus cat reader and Sirius? Maybe they’re napping together and the boys try to take cat reader as a joke/because they’re curious while she’s sleeping and she suddenly transforms back as they pick her up LOL. Sirius is grumpy to be woken up/have their special time now exposed hehe

part 1

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Sirius's bedcurtains are drawn, a clear sign that James and Remus should grant him some privacy.

Unfortunately, James Potter has never been one to take hints, and Remus strictly stays out of their shenanigans. It's only when James gasps with the entire capacity of his lungs that Remus peers curiously over at the bed in the corner, intrigue piqued when he finds a newly familiar form curled up on Sirius's chest.

"That cat!" James hisses, and he's particularly lucky that Sirius is laying on his side with your chin nuzzled over his ear, or the boy would have heard him. Instead, it's you that wakes, eyes blinking open wide as you stare at the men staring back down at you.

"Hi, darling," Remus hums softly, reaching out a tentative, scarred hand to hover it near your nose. You don't need any time for inspection before butting your head up against the heel of his palm, and he grants you a warm chuckle and scratches behind your ears. When you're not transformed, the feeling of someone toying with your hair is entirely unwelcome. But now you lean into Remus's touch, slumping relaxed once more over Sirius's ear.

"Stop hogging her," James urges, sticking his own hand less ceremoniously beneath your nose, "I want a turn."

Remus concedes with an exasperated grimace, but lets James take over anyways. He's lucky that you're you and he doesn't even know it, because if he'd tried petting any other cat by jamming his fingers into their neck, he'd be walking away with several scratch marks on his arms. But you forgive him as he tries petting you too similarly to how he pets Sirius in the man's own animagus form, all riling strokes and heavy-handed pats. You let out a soft mewl of protest when he tries picking you up, and Remus mutters something about you being the most patient cat in the world.

"Just leave her alone, James," Remus warns his friend, "Her patience is gonna wear out."

He listens for only a second, then decides he knows best.

"S'alright, Moony," He promises his friend, over-confident and too eager for affection he hasn't earned yet, "She's layin' all over Sirius, clearly wants a cuddle. You snooze, you lose, now it's my turn."

James's hand slides to your underbelly, an area you're not fond of being handled at in this form. Annoyance surges through you, prickling at your fur and making you long for the smooth expanse of your human skin again, an urge that you give into without much thought when James tries prying you off of Sirius's face.

There's a lot of noises at once. A pained yelp from Sirius, when you form suddenly weighs a lot heavier on him than it was when you'd laid down. A 'woah!' from James as your fur gives way to soft skin beneath his hands which he quickly retracts. A soft gasp from Remus who hadn't been expecting the rather unpleasant sound of transforming between bodies.

Two sets of eyes regard you with incredulity, and one blinks slowly beneath you, laden with drowsiness.

"It's you," James breathes, an air of amazement in his voice that shouldn't be there; after all, he's an animagus as well. Surely he should have noticed shifty behavior or a change in mannerisms from you. All of a sudden your preference for Sirius's softer, fluffy sweaters makes sense.

"Yes, it's me." You huff exasperatedly, perched precariously on Sirius's once-sleeping form. He's not pushing you off but you're sure it's not comfortable, so you slide yourself in front of him instead, easing back against him and letting him spoon you.

"Cat's out of the bag," Sirius rasps sleepily beside your ear, and you don't have to look at him to know he's grinning at his rather pitiful joke, "Did he try to pick you up?"

"Right around the stomach," You gripe, glaring at James while Sirius wraps his arm around the very portion of your body you'd just forbidden James from touching, "Like a toddler."

"For the record," Remus calls, "I was nice to you."

"I was nice too!" James gawps, "I just wanted a cuddle."

"Get your own girlfriend," Sirius drawls lazily, his face buried against the back of your head, and maybe it's a biting statement considering one Lily Evans is still firmly opposed to the presence of James in her life. Sirius knows, and amends it, "Or crawl into Moony's bed. I don't care, "Jus' keep your hands off m'girl."

if i have already reblogged this idc

It was a funny twisty sort of feeling in the pit of his stomach and Harry wasn't exactly sure he had felt it before. An entirely new sense of dread or anxiety or both was churning around his insides alongside his breakfast as soon as the post arrived and went straight to Harry.

He knew what they were before he could open the post. Middle of July, Harry wasn't expecting anything else.

Ministry owl.

Ministry envelope.

OWL results.

Sirius pretended to make himself busy, fixing another cup of tea, wiping the kitchen counter, while Harry sat with the envelope in his hands trying to pretend he was totally cool and totally confident.

Because it didn't matter, right? Two years ago, Harry would've said it didn't matter, loudly and boldly and he would've been right. But so much had changed and now Harry had a home, with wallpaper and bookends and a godfather who had a conversation with him at the beginning of summer about study habits.

You're way behind, kid, and it's not your fault. But you know, maybe now since Voldemort isn't...breathing down your neck and you're not living with a sense of impending doom, we can think about school?

Harry had groaned initially. And had moaned even louder when after a failed History of Magic exam beginning of term, Sirius called him on the mirror to let him know he'd be keeping a closer eye on his marks and Harry had to endure a long "conversation" about actually doing his assignments and not just skating by on his good looks.

"It's not going to bite you, Harry," Sirius said from where he was leaning against the counter, cup of tea in his hands, "Nor is it going to open itself."

"Feels like it should."

"Like a Howler?" Sirius asked a half-smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Mhmm. Just shout them at us too," Harry told him and took a breath before breaking the seal of the envelope and opening the post. He scanned the results slowly, caught somewhere between feeling pleased and feeling disappointed. What was Sirius expecting?

"Well?"

Harry wordlessly stood up and crossed to Sirius, handing him the results. He shifted from foot to foot, watching as Sirius read the paper.

It didn't matter. Except now it did.

It didn't matter. Except when Harry came home for the winter holidays and got to tell Sirius how well he did on the Transfiguration midterm. Because his godfather would say I'm so proud of you and Harry got to choose where they went to dinner.

It didn't matter. Except now, because Harry finally had an adult who actually cared how well he did in school. Who cared if he was learning. Who cared if he understood magic and could use it to protect himself. Who cared at all.

"Can you say something?" Harry asked, suddenly irritated though he was looking down at their bare feet. Sirius had the hairiest feet Harry had ever seen, and a big toe twice the size of his others. Harry made fun of him for it when they went to the seaside.

They're flippers Sirius. I think your ancestors forgot to follow through and gave you the ugliest feet in the world...

Harry felt Sirius's hand gently lift his chin up so he could meet his godfather's eyes.

"Well done, my love."

"But there's an A!" Harry nearly whined, unable to stop himself. "How is that good"

"Did you try? Did...you do the very best you could in History of Magic? In all your classes?"

"Well, yeah."

Late nights.

Revision guides.

Actually reading the textbooks.

"Then well done, my love," Sirius repeated and the twisting feeling in his stomach shifted into something that glowed. Warm. Shining. Bright. He watched as Sirius waved his wand to stick the OWL results to the fridge, and grabbed a quill from the counter to doodle tiny hearts around the margins. Harry laughed. Harry rolled his eyes. But Harry couldn't help but stare at the scores for a bit longer.

Well done.

can someone tag me the name of this fic pls?

picturing harry and sirius bonding moments right now because i’m having a terrible time and i need to distract myself from real life bullshit

- cooking together. sirius learnt some from effie yeaaaaaaars ago but time + azkaban has effectively taken him back to square one. harry, who grew up having to cook for the dursleys and act as sous chef for petunia all the time, is very proficient. he’s got all the basics down pat (bc efficiency was—necessary when cooking for vernon and dudley) and now that he can, he’s not afraid of experimenting and trying things out. harry teaching sirius little tips and tricks, both of them spending hours in the kitchen just getting to know each other in a way they hadn’t been able to so far.

- sirius and harry going out into the muggle world. it’s an act of rediscovery for both of them. harry, who’d never been allowed to go out, and sirius, who’s last excursion was with james before azkaban the potters had gone into hiding. they do all the cringy tourist shit like going on the london eye, taking a photo in front of the buckingham palace, wearing trashy ‘l<3nd<3n’ t-shirts, the whole deal. eating greasy fish and chips, and waffles on a stick, and everything in between.

- harry taking padfoot out for a walk (bc sometimes sirius needs to just,,,unwind), playing fetch and jumping into fountains. padfoot chasing pigeons and harry laughing his head off. laying down, exhausted, on the grass, harry fully draped over padfoot’s back.

- stargazing. sirius pointing to different stars, connecting it to people, and telling harry about funny, mildly concerning, black family history that operated as nighttime stories for anyone who grew up in that household. it’s all gruesome tales about murder and betrayal and illegal magic usage and dark magics. harry is so concerned for his godfather like ‘wtf how did u turn out ok??’ and sirius is just like ‘are u absolutely sure about that 🤭’

anyway. i just want slice-of-life bonding to make up for 12 years of separation. sirius getting to know his godson as a teen/young adult instead of the babbling toddler he was used to. harry basically getting to know him for the first time. not having to worry about shit like the war and voldy and dementors, just having fun and living their best lives.