What Have I Done

"Hello? Anyone here?" Sirius Black asked as he entered the Potter household late one August evening. Only silence greeted him as he walked down the dark passageway, all the lights out.

"Lumos!" he muttered and a bright light shot out of his wand, illuminating his path. As he moved nearer to the stairs he heard soft cries coming from upstairs.

He frowned then made his way up the stairs before he realised that the sobs were coming from his godson's room. He slowly pushed the door open and pointed his wand at the wall; the light shining on the crying teenager sitting huddled up on his bed.

"Harry? What's wrong?" asked Sirius, rushing to comfort him. Harry didn't reply but sobbed into the older man's shoulder. When he had calmed down slightly, Sirius tried again. "Where are your parents?" Harry's lip trembled as he burst into more sobs.

"Th-they l-l-left with J-J-J-Jack." he stuttered, and Sirius mentally groaned. The family were supposed to have gone out for Lily and James's anniversary dinner and had asked him to keep a watch on the house, the entire reason he had been there in the first place.

"And didn't you go with?" he said softly and Harry shook his head.

"They f-f-forgot about me. By the time I got downstairs, they had left!" he cried, and Sirius hugged Harry tightly while whispering comforting words to him.

Their eyes met as Harry looked up and smiled slightly at his Godfather. Sirius smiled back and unexpected from both ends, their lips met in a soft kiss...

Sirius wrapped his arms around Harry and both lay back down on the bed still kissing feverishly. They wasted no time and clothes went flying around the room, landing in a pile on the floor. Sirius pulled away and moved his mouth down to Harry's neck. He nipped it as Harry whimpered in pleasure.

He quickly got up and started to get dressed. "Where are you going?" Harry asked hoarsely, his voice breaking towards the end.

"Harry, this is wrong on so many levels! What would your parents say?" he said frantically as he put his robes back on.

"Oh, so now you worry about that!" Harry said, fighting the urge to yell anger built up inside of him.

"I'm sorry, Harry, it wouldn't work!" Sirius said calmly, putting his shoes on. He left the room, not daring to look at Harry and leaving the sixteen-year-old startled and still naked on the bed, angry, hurt and shocked.

He curled up in a ball taking in all that had just happened. He had just lost his virginity a week after turning sixteen, to his godfather no less. Then discovered he had been taken advantage of. He started to cry again being careful not to move, his bottom still feeling like it was on fire.

What had he done? What in heaven's name had he done?