Adjusting to get comfortable on the concrete floor, Padfoot closed his eyes, listening to the waves crashing outside the large building. He huffed in irritation. Six months of freedom and he was back in here. It seemed the ministry finally found a way to convict him after the scandal of his last Azkaban stay and he was looking at another ten years. The only difference was this time, he was actually guilty.

Footsteps outside the cell door made the dog look up and he quickly transformed back. It wouldn't do to add five years for an unregistered Animagus onto his sentence. He looked up and it was the person he least expected. He jumped up and grabbed him in his arms, hugging him tightly. The entire reason he was in here again.

"Harry…" He whispered, breathing in the smell coming from him…lemons? "I didn't know you were coming." He pulled back, holding the thin face in his shaking hands, his own face inches away.

"I missed you."

"I thought…your visits…" He seemed unable to form full sentences and Harry stopped him with a finger to his lips.

"It doesn't matter now." He said simply and Sirius couldn't stop himself. He knew doing it was certainly wrong, that somewhere, wherever he was, James was shouting 'Oi! Get your bloody hands off my son, you pervert!' and he knew that doing it was what got him in here in the first place…

He pulled Harry against him, the feeling of his soft lips pressed against his dry chapped ones like his first breath in their three months apart.

He had a thin worn out blanket and when Harry saw it, shook his head, reaching into his bag and pulling out a quilt and pillows.

"They let you in with that stuff?" Sirius asked in amusement as Harry laid it out for him. Well… at least he wouldn't freeze as much tonight.

"Not normally. But under the circumstances… I mean who's going to stop their 'saviour' taking in a few extra things?" He sat down, not looking as happy as he stared straight ahead of him, his knees bent and his fingers clasped together. Sirius sank down next to him, putting an arm around his shoulder worriedly.

"What's wrong?" He asked him softly and Harry wouldn't look at him.

"I'm sorry Sirius."

"Sorry? What for?" Sirius's heart rose into his throat for a moment. Surely Harry wasn't breaking things off. Not now. Not after all this.

"Sorry that you're in here again. Sorry that the ministry won't let me get you out of here. Sorry that it was my fault, all of this…"

"It's not all your fault. It was both of us for not being careful enough. It's… It's all right if you don't want to wait. If you want to, see other people." Harry lifted his head quickly and looked at him, his eyes wide in confusion and shock.

"Its a few months. Why would I do that?"

"I'm not going to get out of here after the trial. We both know it." Sirius hand once again ran down Harry's face, wiping away one of the small tears. "You're barely sixteen. You'll be an adult when I get out and you'll have moved on. Found someone your own age." Harry didn't answer for a few minutes and Sirius just stared at him, not knowing what else to say.

"Maybe we won't have to wait for the trial…"

"What do you mean? You going to put me in your bag?" He looked at the purse-cum-handbag bag where the blanket had come out.

"I think I found a loophole in the law the other night." He said and Sirius didn't dare raise his hopes yet. After all, he had only said 'think'. "You won't even have to have a trial. They'd have to let you out."

"What is it? What do I have to do?"

"You don't have to do anything. I'm taking care of it." Harry smiled and Sirius saw the worry lines and tears marks on his face. Whatever this 'loophole' was, it must have upset Harry somehow. He kissed him again and Harry kissed back passionately, pressing up against him and wrapping his arms around him and hanging onto the thin grey robes.

Sirius reluctantly pulled his head away as he was pushed flat on his back, Harry leaning over him obscenely. His robes had been taken off. It seemed that he'd neglected to wear underclothes today and Sirius didn't mind. Nope, he thought as he looked over him again, not at all.

"Wait. It's been so long since we've…. Are you sure you don't want to wait for this loophole and have a bed rather than a cell floor?" Harry, who'd looked put out, smiled and kissed his neck.

"Sirius…darling…" He blushed as he said that, still smiling before kissing Sirius's neck. "There won't be a loophole if we wait for a bed."

Sirius gasped, catching his breath after his scream. Even the dementors couldn't destroy this euphoria as he leant forward against Harry's back, his hands still gripping his hips as the younger boy floated back down to earth in his own pleasurable world.

Pulling out, he let Harry fall onto the blanket, his eyes closed and his breathing deep. Lying down next to him, taking him in his arms, Sirius took in how good it felt to have the small bony figure against his body and how he'd taken this time for granted so many times before.

Of course, that was before the prophet and all the photographers had ambushed them in the same position in their new backyard. He fought to keep the feelings of happiness close. He couldn't wait to be out of this place.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"How long will it take before I can leave?"

"Three months. Five at most. Even if it does take that long, it's better than nine for a stupid trial." Sirius's eyes opened.

"Five months? Why?" He asked and caught the brief look on Harry's face. "What is it and what did sex have to do with it?" Harry bit his lip in fear and Sirius took his fingers, red and slightly tender from spending the past half hour or so on his hands and knees, in his, squeezing them to show that he was merely curious.

"Promise you won't be mad?" Sirius nodded and Harry took another moment to gather his courage together.

"Please…"

"About a hundred or so years ago, when they started passing around age laws, you know, everybody getting paranoid about their children getting engaged at fifteen, someone let one slip. Apparently, neither of the couple could be convicted if there was a… a third party."

"Third party? A threesome? Three people?"

"Yes, I mean no, not a threesome. By third party, they meant…" He struggled and Sirius thought he might have an idea of what Harry was getting at but he didn't dare mention it. "Merlin, you never believe that it's as hard to tell someone as they say until you try it first hand."

"You mean, a… a baby?" The pit of his stomach dropped out as Harry nodded. "You mean we… and you?"

"I took the potion this morning. I would have done it sooner, but I'm allergic to the shellfish in it, so I had to make one with…"

"Lemons." Sirius said hoarsely, his voice coming back, a smile spreading over his face. Harry nodded and smiled back. Sirius's hand started shaking again, going to the bare flesh and rubbing his knuckles across it. His hand shone in the moonlight as he rested it upon Harry's middle.

(Technically on his stomach, not where the temporary uterus had formed lower down… But give the guy a break! He'd just had his first shag in three months and been told that he was going to be a father in a single hour.)

"A baby… We're going to…" Harry turned and rested a hand on his bare chest, kissing his cheek.

"Yes… we are."

A cute little bit of fluff I said up till one in the morning writing. There could be more if this is found to be enjoyable. It's a present for Harry's birthday! Happy twenty-six years Harry!

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