AU September topic http://i11.tinypic.com/4zw4yhi.jpg Beach
Harry is seven and this isn't the first beach that he and Sirius have visited. They both love the ocean. They like to camp out on the sand and listen to the waves crashing to the shore. Sometimes they rent places right on the water and sleep with the windows open. After Sirius has put up all the protection spells of course.
It's a hot summer day, and Harry's running through the sand leaving a trail of footprints for the waves to wash away. He waves a stick and laughs as he screams, "Come on Padfoot. Come on, boy. Want the stick? Want it?"
Of course Padfoot wants it. Tail wagging as he frolics toward the little boy with the big smile and shining green eyes. Harry is laughing so hard as he throws the stick as hard as he can. The big black dog runs after it, racing the waves for his prize, and Harry runs after the dog as fast as his legs can carry him.
"Your dog is really awesome," some kid says as he approaches shyly. He's about Harry's age and he is holding on to a bucket and shovel. Hawaii brings all sorts of tourists to the islands this time of year.
"He's the best dog in the world," Harry says sincerely as Padfoot runs over with the stick. Sitting down he wags his tail at the other boy. "You can pet him if you want. He's really friendly."
The little boy doesn't have to be told twice. He reaches over and pets Padfoot who rolls over to show his belly. The little boy's mother is watching with a big smile. She isn't scared of dogs, and seems to trust that her son is all right.
"My mom was watching you earlier. She thinks your dad's accent is nice. You're from England?"
"We travel a lot. Does she fancy my dad?" Harry is used to just going along with people who assume Sirius is his father. It requires a lot less explanation and it allows him to conceal his identity. The boy doesn't seem to notice his scar at all.
"Fancy?"
"Oh, you know, does she like him?"
"Yes, I think she does. They talked when they were standing in line for drinks earlier at the hotel." Harry smiles at this and looks down at Padfoot who is enjoying his belly rub.
"We're going to have dinner on the patio tonight. Tell her you are both welcome to join us." The little boy gives Padfoot a final pet and then runs off to tell his mum about the dinner invite. Harry has already started walking back to the hotel with Padfoot beside him. He gives the mother, a beautiful blonde American woman with bright blue eyes, a wave before saying to the dog, "I told you she fancied you. You owe me ice cream for extending that invitation. Extra hot fudge."
It's a hot summer day, and Harry's running through the sand leaving a trail of footprints for the waves to wash away. He waves a stick and laughs as he screams, "Come on Padfoot. Come on, boy. Want the stick? Want it?"
Of course Padfoot wants it. Tail wagging as he frolics toward the little boy with the big smile and shining green eyes. Harry is laughing so hard as he throws the stick as hard as he can. The big black dog runs after it, racing the waves for his prize, and Harry runs after the dog as fast as his legs can carry him.
"Your dog is really awesome," some kid says as he approaches shyly. He's about Harry's age and he is holding on to a bucket and shovel. Hawaii brings all sorts of tourists to the islands this time of year.
"He's the best dog in the world," Harry says sincerely as Padfoot runs over with the stick. Sitting down he wags his tail at the other boy. "You can pet him if you want. He's really friendly."
The little boy doesn't have to be told twice. He reaches over and pets Padfoot who rolls over to show his belly. The little boy's mother is watching with a big smile. She isn't scared of dogs, and seems to trust that her son is all right.
"My mom was watching you earlier. She thinks your dad's accent is nice. You're from England?"
"We travel a lot. Does she fancy my dad?" Harry is used to just going along with people who assume Sirius is his father. It requires a lot less explanation and it allows him to conceal his identity. The boy doesn't seem to notice his scar at all.
"Fancy?"
"Oh, you know, does she like him?"
"Yes, I think she does. They talked when they were standing in line for drinks earlier at the hotel." Harry smiles at this and looks down at Padfoot who is enjoying his belly rub.
"We're going to have dinner on the patio tonight. Tell her you are both welcome to join us." The little boy gives Padfoot a final pet and then runs off to tell his mum about the dinner invite. Harry has already started walking back to the hotel with Padfoot beside him. He gives the mother, a beautiful blonde American woman with bright blue eyes, a wave before saying to the dog, "I told you she fancied you. You owe me ice cream for extending that invitation. Extra hot fudge."