Harry is awake and holding his head in his hands, rubbing frantically at the ache in his scar, trying to distract himself and feeling incompetent. He has dreamed yet again of his parents, of the night that their lives ended. Before he has a chance to lie down and close his eyes, try to sleep again, try to ward off the green-tinged memories, there are strong arms around him and he remembers where he is. Then he is being turned around and, instead of taking him into his arms and telling him everything is okay (Harry assumes this is how things should go, but being comforted is something he has never learned), Sirius is kissing him and this is wrong and he pushes back as hard as he can, but Sirius is strong, strong and mean from years of being locked away.
"Don't be a tease, Prongs, you want it," he murmurs against Harry's lips, and in that moment Harry is horrified beyond anything he has ever known. He scratches and bites and screams that he’s Harry, just Harry, not James, and when Sirius backs away, fear and realization in his eyes, Harry knows he’s not a boy any longer.
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Inspiredby Looks Just Like the Sun ~ Broken Social Scene. 200-word drable of disturbingness.
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