In Ten Minutes

Harry couldn't have been happier, though nothing could have prepared him for this, he couldn't have been more contented. So he stayed just like that, not wanting to be removed, not wanting this moment to end, he sniffed, and then sniffed again. He twisted his face into a look of disgust.

"Uh…umm—dad?" Harry lifted his head up. His father's warm hazel eyes gazed down at him.

"Yes?"

"You stink…" Harry said blushing. His father looked at him for a moment, and Harry first thought that maybe his father would get irritated with him, but then he heard his father chuckle, who in turn sniffed himself, his nose wrinkled just like Harry's had.

"Yes, I suppose I do", James finally concluded. Gently detaching his son, James slowly stood up. Harry looked at him, "Where are you going?" He asked nervously. His father wasn't going to leave him, was he? James caught the look in his son's emerald eyes, Lily's eyes. He smiled down at Harry comfortingly. "Just to take a shower".

Harry nodded and followed his father out into the hall, and kept following him, and following him, and—"Harry…son", James started. Harry looked at him, his eyes shining, "Yeah?". James chose his words carefully, and then opened his mouth. "You aren't planning on following me into the bathroom, are you?"

Harry looked at him, and promptly blushed. He hadn't meant to follow him; he didn't want to seem clingy.

Clingy has already come and gone, Harry. I think we've managed to surf right into borderline stalker.

Shut up.

Harry snapped himself out of lala land , his father was still staring at him, "Umm…no…I was umm…" Harry looked around the hall, trying to figure out where he was going to go, since his plan to follow his father was now shot.

"No, I was going to see Sirius", Harry answered quickly. James nodded his head and ruffled his son's hair. James turned towards the bathroom, but stopped when Harry called out to him.

"Yes?"

"Do you need clothes?" Harry whispered, feeling like a three year old. James smiled at Harry, and shook his head.

"I'm sure that I could conjure something up", James replied. He turned around and went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Harry didn't know what it was, but there was something about James Potter, that highly intimidated him. He could barely speak to his father, and not sound stupid.

Harry walked towards Sirius' room, and opened the door, stepping through the threshold; he looked around the dark room. A growl interrupted his thoughts, "Don't they teach you to knock at Hogwarts?"

Harry sighed, stepped back outside the door, shut it, and put his fist to the door three times.

"Hello, is anybody home, or is it someone just brooding?" Harry asked his voice dripped with sarcasm. A voice yelled from inside the room, "No one likes a smartass, Harry!"

Harry stepped back through the door, and walked to the edge of Sirius's bed. Harry moved his Godfather's legs over, and sat down beside him. They stayed in silence, until Sirius snapped "Are you going to sit here all day, or tell me why you're here?" Harry wondered what his Godfather would do, if he told him he sounded like Snape.

"What's shoved up your arse?" Harry asked agitated.

"You. At this particular moment", Sirius replied, and then in an after thought, he added "Don't talk to me like that either".

"You can't tell me what to do", Harry snapped back at him. Sirius rolled over on his side, and sent Harry the I-am-your-guardian-you-will-do-what-I-say-or-I-will-kill-you look.

"I can and I will", Sirius gave him a Malfoy worthy sneer.

"You can't, you're not my father", Harry said. Something in Sirius seemed to snap, and with absolutely no remorse, he said, "Thank Merlin for that".

Harry shot backwards as if slapped, and tumbled off the bed. He quickly stood up, and walked towards the door.

"You're an ass, no wonder no one can put up with you". Sirius clenched his jaw, and glared at Harry.

"Get out!"

"I will!"

"Not later, NOW!"

"I AM", Harry shouted back at his godfather.

"Well, don't just stand there, GET OUT!"

"YOU'RE INSUFFERABLE, YOU KNOW THAT? I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON YOUR TONGUE!"

"I wouldn't give you the pleasure", Sirius said coldly.

"Yeah, because you'd know that when you finally did kneel over, I'd spit on your grave", Harry sneered back acrimoniously. Harry turned and slammed his door.

"AND DON'T SLAM THE FUCKING DOORS IN MY HOUSE!"

"FUCKING BASTARD!"

"I WISH I WAS!"

Harry screeched loudly and stomped towards the stairs, making sure that with each stair he took, he made sure to do it loudly. Finally, at the bottom, Harry was met with many people who couldn't help but stare (the people).

"What are you looking at?" Harry snapped.

Remus grinned at him, "You know, I haven't seen a famous Black and Potter fight, for about 18 years now".

"He's acting JUST LIKE SNAPE!"

"I HEARD THAT, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

Harry growled and glared up the stairs. Okay, he had to admit it; this was the first time, in his life that he had ever gotten into a fight with Sirius. He felt a little guilty, but wouldn't give his godfather the satisfaction of being the one to back down first.

Okay, yes the fight was a little OOC, but who said this story would be in character? Okay, here are the results that I've gotten so far. The polls endthischapter, before I start writing it in. Hope you like the story, I want 5 reviews before I update. 10, and I'll do a very long chapter…

Harry/Ginny: 4

Harry/Remus: 4

Harry/Sirius: 9

James/Severus: 1

Remus/Severus: 1

That's it so far. How did those last two get there?