Chapter Nine: Fate
Harry scrambled to his feet, his breath hitching and his mouth hanging slightly open. Remus stood, surrounded by the shining stars in the night sky, his face calm and peaceful.
"You came back..."
He stuttered, the shock still coursing through his veins rapidly.
"How could I stay away?"
Harry's eyes flickered away from the figure of his guardian and placed themselves upon the beaming figure of Ron Weasley, who was standing in the small latch that led into the house. He shot Harry a brief thumbs up before disappearing back downstairs, leaving them alone.
"Ron, sent Pigwidgeon out to find me, he said it was urgent that I came back, he said, that you needed me..."
Harry stared at the floor, he bloody well hoped that Ron hadn't told him, everything, the whole story, he didn't want him to know now he wanted to tell him, he wanted to make the moment special...
"Why won't you look at me Harry? What's wrong?"
Remus walked forward slowly, his hand cupping Harry's cheek gently. He felt him quiver, and he knew at once what Ron had written must be true, Harry, had fallen in love with him...
"Harry, I hope you know, that well, I always intended to come back. I would never leave you forever"
The young boy looked up, he had never expected that Remus would leave forever, he always knew deep down inside that, he would come back. He just hadn't thought it would have been so long.
"I know..."
He whispered, still not meeting his lover's eyes. Remus let his hand fall back to his side, taking a few deep breaths.
He loves me, I can't just ignore that, and I know I should embrace this love; it's just, well, It doesn't feel right. I'm so much older than him, his father was my best friend and on top of all things, what would people say?"
Harry shuffled his feet awkwardly; he wished Remus would say something, anything to break this awkward silence.
Wait, who cares what people think? Why should they? James, Sirius, forgive me, but I can't help it, this is what has to be done..."
"Harry"
He said, confidently his voice bold and soft. The young man looked up to him, his eyes soft and slightly confused, but most of all nervous. Remus sighed, and looked at the floor, but shaking his head he stepped forward swiftly, cupping Harry's cheek once more in his hand, and wrapping his other arm around the young boy's waist.
He wasted no time and before Harry could say a word, Remus planted his lips down upon the young males own, his thumb gently grazing his jaw line.
It took Harry a while to register what was happening, but he lost himself as he felt Remus' lips brush against his and fell into a deep world of pleasure, where there was no right or wrong, no rules, just Remus, and together he felt they could do anything...
"Wake up, Harry?"
Harry rolled over in his bed, wrapping the covers around himself gently, hoping to fall back into his dream, where Remus was back home with him and everything was as it should be...
"Harry wake up! You'll miss breakfast!"
"Go away!"
He muttered and dived under the covers, scrunching his eyes tight. They flickered open though as he felt someone softly kiss his shoulder, their hair falling gracefully over his back. He pushed the covers off his body slowly and looked up to see Remus, clad in a pair of baggy jeans and his old worn jumper sitting on the bed beside him.
"Come on Ron's making pancakes, wouldn't want you to miss out"
Resting his hands on the mattress, he leant forward, softly kissing Harry's cheek, before sliding off the bed, and heading out of the door.
"What the fuck?"
Harry exclaimed aloud, tumbling out of the bed, hitting his head quite severely on the wooden floor. He walked over to the mirror, and looked at himself. His hair was scruffier than usual, and his tartan pyjama trousers were sliding down his waist.
He pulled them off quickly and rapidly got dressed, racing down the stairs, as he saw Remus and Ron both waiting for him in the kitchen.
"Morning Harry"
Ron smiled catching a pancake quite clumsily in the pan. Harry smiled as Remus walked over to him, kissing his forehead gently and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
"Morning Sunshine"
