Disclaimer:As expected, I own nothing except this plot that was bouncing around inside my head.
Warning: This is SLASH. If that's not your idea of a good time, I suggest that you relocate yourself.
Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, so please be gentle. That being said, constructive criticism is always encouraged.
New Knowledge
"I can't do this, Rem. I just can't." The normally-confident Sirius Black heaved a defeated sigh, and sat back onto the bed, cradling his head in his hands.
"Of course, you can," replied his lover, soothingly. "I'm sure Harry will take the news just fine."
"Mister Padfoot requests that Mister Moony be there to hold his hand the whole time," said Sirius, sheepishly. For some reason, using the old nicknames always gave him a sense of comfort during uneasy situations.
Smiling, Lupin retorted, "Mister Moony would be more than happy to fulfill Mister Padfoot's request." With that, he gave Sirius a quick peck on the lips, and shoved his love out the bedroom door before he could continue his protest.
Downstairs, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were face to face with a very pale Sirius Black.
"Harry," he said, the nervousness in his voice far too noticeable for his own liking. "Can I talk to you in the other room for a second? Privately?"
"Sure, Sirius," answered Harry, a bit apprehensively. He was not used to seeing his godfather so ill at ease.
The two walked together into the library of Grimmauld Place, where they found Professor Lupin seated in a chair, seemingly engrossed in a book.
However, when he saw them, he quickly shut it, and went to stand behind Sirius, who, after taking the time to lock the door, had taken the seat opposite Harry.
Harry briefly wondered why Professor Lupin was to be included in the conversation, as it was supposed to be private between him and Sirius. But, he was not given much time to dwell on the thought because at that moment, his godfather chose to begin speaking, or as it is better classified, rambling.
"Well, Harry…You see…I – well, that is to say - we…Oh, blimey…This is hard…"
At this point, Remus put a comforting hand on Sirius's shoulder, in addition to entwining their fingers, and continued for him.
"Harry, what your godfather is trying to say is that, well, we're a couple, and we're in love."
"DUH!" came an unexpected chorus from the hall.
Sirius whipped his head around and stared in disbelief at the offending object. He could not fathom that he, Sirius Black, who was once dubbed Master of all Mischief at Hiogwarts, had allowed himself to fall victim to a pair of the Weasley twins' extendable ears.
"They're right, you guys," came Harry's voice, snapping them back into reality. "You two aren't exactly quiet when shagging like rabbits, you know."
He then stood up, and started to leave the room, stopping for just a second to say, "But, I'm glad you finally told me," before running off to join his friends.
When they were finally alone, Sirius began to wonder if they were really so obvious, but he did not have much time to brood on that seeing as Moony had grabbed his hand, and was dragging him up the stairs.
"That Harry," he said, "has given me a brilliant idea."