Previously on The Wings of the Rising

Harry was informed of his whole body transformation, and taking in the fact that he now has claws among many other things. Sirius is alive and well, but no one knows how and why. I think you're about to find out. Stay Tuned…..

He knew spending a long time in a confined space would make him go mad. He was seeing Sirius again, that meant the hallucinations were getting worst. This one was more detailed, and believable; but Remus refused to think that this was real. Harry didn't look like Harry, if that made any sense at all. Sirius looked so vibrant and alive in this illusion, and not dead. Albus was even in this one too, talking to the dead person. He wanted to run into his lover's arms and cry, and inhale that musky sweet smell he had grown to be addicted to. But that, that wasn't his Sirius, it was all a hallucination. But something in his mind willed his broken voice to be audible. "Sirius—baby?"

The false figure turned to him and so did the celestial looking Harry, both of them at a loss of words. Fake Sirius started walking towards him and Remus backed away, pushing himself farther into door space. He grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked painfully; sliding down the wall. "He's not really there! So wake up now Remus," he whispered harshly to himself. "Wake up now, please wakeup." But Remus wasn't listening to himself; the figure was just getting closer and closer.

'Now Breathe'

It was a matter of getting air into his lungs and getting it out. He was feeling dizzy, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. "You're not real, get out of my head!" Remus cried, whizzing for air; he was hearing his name being called but it was so distance. He felt so detached, so cold, so alone. Then he felt strong warm arms engorge him and then it hit him. That smell, the glorious smell that his senses craved for months. Remus couldn't see, as black dot clouded his vision. "You're not real, you're dead," was the whispered words of a man who passed out not a second later.

"Did—did he just pass out?" Sirius questioned.

"I believe so," Albus mused, peering down at them. "I think seeing you caused him a mental break down. After all, you are supposedly dead."

Sirius lifted the thin body up with ease and laid it on a bed. Remus looked like he had demons, but really the man just wanted his fiancé back. Sirius softly dragged his fingers around Remus' sunken eye lid and trailed it down to his chapped lips. He sighed, knowing he caused this. Remus looked so sick; he looked like he hadn't eaten in a while. Remus probably even stopped taking his potion, just because he had so much anger and hurt inside him. Sirius didn't mean for this to happen, he would have come back sooner, but there was a slight change in plans.

"I could feel his pain," Harry announced, voice cold. "The pain of you not being here, the pain of seeing you again and the pain that he thinks you're still dead. You know he hasn't left his room since that night? When he sleeps he cries out your name in agony; when a full moon is upon us we hear him howl. When he screams in the middle of the night it's because you're not there!" Harry didn't know why he was getting so angry, but feeling Remus' emotion crash into him like a freight train set him off. He wanted to know why Sirius was gone for so long when he didn't even die.

"Did you know he stopped eating?" Harry continued, laughing bitterly. "Did you know the only reason he left his room today, for the first time in months was to check on me. Someone probably alerted him that I was hurt." Harry took a few blazing step towards his godfather, who just backed away. "Did you know I'm the reason he's still keeping himself alive?"

"What the hell do you have to say for your fucking self, huh?" Harry shouted angrily, wanting to know the reason Sirius did this to them. "We cried so much! Every day it hurt to see him like that." Harry couldn't even explain his anger right now; his wings were flapping wildly causing wind to surge through out the room. "We wanted to help him, but we couldn't!"

"Then you so happen to show up, when I become like this!" Harry flailed his clawed fingers around wildly for effect. "I could feel it, like I was him Sirius! The moment he black out I felt his pain, when his heart jump, mine did too. Now I feel like I've walked a mile in his shoes!" Harry finally stopped, and tried to compose himself.

"I didn't mean for this to happen," Sirius said solemnly. "I never wanted any of this to happen but I did it to protect him."

"Protect who-," Harry demanded, gritting his teeth.

"You can come back now Albus," Sirius called out into the open air.

Harry raised an eyebrow and glanced around the room, not noticing the Headmaster was gone. He was probably so caught up in yelling, that he didn't even notice Albus disappeared. To where, he did not know. But in an almost inaudible crack the Headmaster was back.

He was holding something, no someone. Immediately, Harry's attention was directed to that's person. It was a child, familiar yet still a stranger. The stranger-child in Albus' arms had to maybe 7 months old. It was a boy and he seemed to be supporting its own body weight easily as he stretched towards Sirius with such earnest. His shiny black hair was curled and shaggy, covering the top of his small ears. But then the child had green eyes, which had a wise glint in them, so familiar, too familiar. The child's dimpled hands made a grabby motion towards Sirius. "Papa."

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what? Sirius was the child's father, Impossible. Harry took a step closer to Albus but stopped when he felt the skin at the base of his nails set back, pulling the claws with it. They were gone, his claws were gone and he was now looking at his plain finger nails.

He looked up from his nails to see Sirius cradling the child, as if to answer his unasked question Sirius looked up, staring Harry dead in the eyes. "This is Teddy James Lupin Black, my son."

"I gave birth to him, so I'm his mother and Remus is his father." Sirius continued, in a robotic tone. "He's the reason I couldn't come back, I had to give birth and make sure he was safe."

"Impossible," Harry sputtered, running a hand through his raven locks. "You are a male; you can not give birth or get impregnated."

"That's what I thought too, until I found out I was 3 months pregnant when I," Sirius held up air quotations, "died." He sighed. "I still don't know how I survived Bellatrix's curse but I think it had something to do with Teddy."

"This doesn't make any sense," Harry stated. "I don't understand."

"Albus knew I was alive the whole time, he knew I was pregnant and he knew I was in hiding because of it, he knew because I told him. I found out that its something in Remus' sperm that impregnated me, because Teddy isn't your ideal baby, he's half werewolf, half human. He even grows faster than the average human."

"So you really have a son?" Harry asked, flabbergasted. "And he's part werewolf?"

"Yes," Sirius' lips formed a soft smile as he looked down at the child in his arms. "And he's one of the best things that ever happened to me. He's my son and I love him."

"Wait until Remus hears about this," Harry sighed, his wings twitching with worry.

There was a wail and Harry's eyes snapped to Teddy, who was staring at him. His little dimpled hands reached out toward him like he knew exactly who Harry was. Harry reached toward him as well, feeling this kind of pull. He ended up taking a couple of steps closer, his fingertips almost brushing the little one's cheek.

"May I," Harry queried, asking to hold his son.

Sirius was hesitant, but still handed Teddy over. Harry gently pulled the child to him and smiled. His eyes started to glow, and so did his wings, and he didn't even notice.

'So pure'

"Harry you're glowing." Albus chimed, making Harry aware that he indeed was.

"Oh," was the simple reply and Harry still didn't look up from Teddy. After getting claws a few minutes ago, Harry learned to expect the unexpected. The child in his pale arms smiled, showing off two full rows of teeth, which had two mini canines sprouted from the top.

"Wh—what's happening," a panicked voice asked and Sirius sighed wondering why the hell Remus had to wake up right at this moment. "What's going on?!"

"Ah Remus, you've woken up, splendid," Albus cried in delight.

"No not again, get out of my fucking head!" Remus shrieked, clutching the thin cloth cover the bed. "You are not really. Sirius is dead; Harry doesn't have wings and Albus you're just not supposed to be here!"

Harry clutched Teddy a tad bit closer to him as he felt the waves of pain roll off Remus and guilt rolling off of Sirius. It was thick in the air, in his lungs, surrounding his body like a thick dense fog suffocating him. This had to be one of his freaky new powers.

"You think I wanted this to happen?" Sirius deadpanned in monotone. "You think I wanted to leave you?"

"You are not—"

"Real! Huh, you were gonna say real right?" Sirius said cutting him off, and continuing on. "Well news flash for you I am very real Remus! I've been alive this whole time." Sirius felt his anger rising, but he quickly tried to suppress it. "I missed you every day! You think I wanted to be away from you?!"

Sirius had already stalked to Remus' bed side, and the slightly older fellow cringed away him. Sirius was hovering over him, glaring down at him. "I cried everyday, holding the child you gave me a chance to have!" He confessed as a tear slid down his cheek and splashed on the white bed sheet. "During a full moon we'd howl to the moon together craving your touch and warmth."

Remus wasn't even listening nor was he looking at Sirius with disgust any more, he was looking at the wet dot on the sheet with confusion. He learned many things as a wizard and one of the most obvious things was that hallucinations couldn't cry. They could sob or weep but not utter a single tear. He looked up at the man he thought was unreal. "Sirius—is this really you baby?"

"Yes moony it's me, and I'm so sorry."

Remus reached for Sirius' coat and fisted his hand through it, letting out a cracked sob. He lifted himself up and threw himself into Sirius, inhaling that scent with vigor. Sirius held on to Remus tightly, grabbing the back of his slender neck. They held each other, breathing, taking in each others scents.

Harry felt like a nuisance, intruding on a moment that seemed so intimate.

They didn't pull away fully; they just pulled away enough for them to look at each other. Sirius leaned forward pressing his forehead to his fiancé's. "It feels so good to touch you."

Remus' eyes were wet with unshed tears and the man bit his lip to try to control his emotions. His eyes drifted past Sirius's shoulder and he pulled away abruptly. "Wait so if you're really here and this isn't a hallucination, then why does Harry look like that?" Harry gave a bright angel smile and used Teddy's hand to wave at them. The baby boy giggled his ears perking up. "And who is that child?"

"Wait," Remus halted. He studied the child's features. The curly black hair, that casually fell into his face. The small nose and thin pink lips that Sirius had as well; but the eyes, those were his eyes. He looked at Sirius who was smiling sheepishly and his eyes widened.

"No, Impossible," Remus breathed, shaking his head. "There are legends but I never thought it would happen."

Remus blinked a few times, his own words slowly sinking in. "I have a son," he confirmed, voice distant trying to wrap is head around this information. "I have freaking son."

"No we have a son, Remus." Sirius smiled and linked hand with his lover's. "We're in this together baby."

"Now, um what about Harry," Remus asked, unsure of what to think.

Sirius shrugged, waving a passive hand. "You know that angel prophecy stuff Albus talked to us about like two years ago," Remus nodded. "Harry ended up being chosen."

"Sorry to interrupt," Dumbledore announced, reminding everyone he was still in the room, "But Harry you need to pick out a location for the time being." Albus paused. "We need a good secure place for you to be and as soon as possible."

Harry could already see Hermione's eyes laced with tears, her bushy head rested on Ron's shoulder. He was just leaving; without saying goodbye and that didn't seem right. But what would he tell them? Oh I'm an arch angel now and I need to figure out myself before I hurt someone. Ha yeah that seemed very smart. But it wasn't fair to them… "What about my friends? I know you said school is no longer a problem but what about them?"

"Harry we can't take that risk, I'm sorry."

Well there you have it. I hope you guys like it and I hope you compare it to my sister's story. You guys convinced me to keep this rewrite going and I'm going to need even more convincing (reviews) to give you the next chapter. I've been very busy, and I'm terribly sorry of my absence. These chapters are kinda short because the story didn't really start yet...

I will explain how Sirius survived the curse in the next chapter, which is if you guys want it.

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