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It’s only been a few weeks since Sirius was freed and was able to take custody of his nearly fourteen-year-old godson.
The chaos of everything had calmed down, and they had really begun to settle into their new home together.
He’s surprised when everything is going so well, but he’s not going to look a gift-horse in the mouth.
So, when Harry asks if he can go to the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasleys, who had already planned to give Harry their extra ticket, and Sirius assures him, “Of course you can.”
He’s still surprised when he hears, “Thanks, Dad,” which causes both of them to freeze.
It doesn’t – he never expected – that was – it’s James’ title.
Did Harry already think of him as dad in just a few short weeks?
“Did – did you just say what I think you said?” Sirius manages to ask.
Harry flushes. “I – sorry, I … I don’t have to.”
“No, no, it’s… it’s okay,” Sirius assures him. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”
Harry shrugs. “I guess I just – always wanted a dad and you – you were writing to me since we found out about Pettigrew and your freedom back at Easter and…”
Sirius nods. “Yeah, I – I get it.” He moves to hug him. “You can call me whatever you like, I promise. It’ll just – just be an adjustment.”
Harry hugs him tighter. “Thanks, dad.”
“Anytime, kid. Always here for you.”
“Good.”