Chapter 11

Sirius Black was not happy. In fact unhappy did not even begin to cover how he was feeling. I mean, any day when he, the blood traitor Black was named Black heir was bound to be emotionally turbulent he reasoned. Therefore when on top of that he found out that he was more magically powerful than Dumbledore, THE Albus Dumbledore, he felt that he was completely entitled to a glass of fire whiskey. Then when he found that he was the Grand Duke Ravenclaw, well let's just say that needing the rest of the bottle of fire whiskey was a perfectly normal reaction. And furthermore fainting upon realising that he was soul bound and MARRIED, bloody married, at 16 was an entirely justified reaction. However even Sirius Black couldn't handle the fact that on top of all that he had already learnt that day, that he was in fact married to his own godson who had been transported from the future...well let's just say that Sirius Black was not happy.

Therefore when Harrison, or Harry, used a word as banal as `so` to start his sentence, Sirius felt that he was completely justified in his reaction.

"SO!" he shrieked "What do you bloody well mean so!"

Peters winced and tried again "Siri..."

"Don't you Siri me!" shouted Sirius Black, completely ignoring the warmth that flooded his stomach at the affectionate nick name. "You can't just waltz in here, and announce that you are my godson and spouse from the future and expect me to take it calmly!"

Sirius was so upset that he couldn't breathe. It was all just too much. He couldn't do it. Maybe he could have been an okay Duke in twenty or so years after his father, but not now. He just couldn't get his head around how much his life had changed and how much he would have to change to make it work. Yellow spots began to appear in front of his eyes.

The next thing Sirius knew a pair of warm, strong arms had wrapped themselves around him and he was steered gently back towards the couch. That wonderful scent that was just Harrison filled his nostrils and he resisted for only a moment before he leaned in to that wonderful smell. It was strange and annoying the part of his brain that was still functioning thought that his Ry was able to do this to him. It certainly wasn't a small thing to diffuse the Black temper so quickly.

It was just then that another interesting thought occurred to Sirius, he had just called Peters Ry in his mind! Just when did he start giving Slytherins – admittedly a hot, dreamy and clever Slytherin – nicknames! However before he could open his mouth to protest this, another thought intruded, a much more serious thought, if that was possible. His father had said that they could share a bedroom! His father thought that he was...that he was...Sirius didn't have the words to sum up the situation. His brain had shut down. Again.

Harry sighed. This wasn't really how he had envisioned his conversation with Sirius going. Of course he hadn't actually been planning to tell Sirius all the details, like the fact that he was his godson, but considering the situation it had been safer to admit the whole truth, well most of it, than risk exposure later. And the plan had worked to an extent, he had Orion Black's blessing, and as Sirius was the Black heir this time around, that was no small thing. Sirius himself however seemed to be having problems with it all. He shifted his grip slightly to hug Sirius closer. Sirius couldn't leave him, they were soul bound, but that didn't mean he couldn't make life very uncomfortable for Harry, so it was better to try and get back into his good books as quickly as possible.

Sirius sighed and inhaled deeply. He was calm now...well calmer, nobody could be calm in this situation, he was sure of it. Much to his surprise, and to his friends had they been present his brain began a rational and logical – Sirius nearly shuddered in horror – analysis of the situation. And, sadly, the situation could be summed up in one word; permanent.

Sirius Black, despite the opinions of most of the Hogwart's staff, was not a fool. Not only that, but any pureblood's upbringing, regardless of status or believes included talks about old magic. He knew what soul bound meant. He also knew that it was permanent. You couldn't break or deny a soul bond, and as Harry had proven, magic itself was even willing to alter time to ensure that the bond was consummated. Keeping all of these facts in mind Sirius felt his anger at Peters...Ry melt. It really wasn't Ry's fault anymore than it was his own. It was just...too much. The entire situation was just...too much.

Sirius whimpered softly, he could feel it again, his magic was demanding he form the soul bound; it wouldn't wait any longer. God only know what James would say, but would he even tell him? Sirius wasn't sure what James' reaction to his being named Black heir would be. James was a pureblood and as such would have, reluctantly, accepted his marriage to Ry after a tantrum or seven, but him being Black heir, a position that signified everything that James despised and mocked in purebloods, Sirius felt it would go down badly. If he then told James that he was actually sleeping with his future son...well let's just say Sirius was fairly sure that he wouldn't survive that conversation with his manly parts intact.

"I'm sorry Sirius. I know this isn't what you had planned for your life..." whispered Ry into his ear.

But Sirius cut him off by pulling gently out of his arms, standing and walking to the door. Once he had reached the door he turned and caught sight of a devastated expression on the normally closed off Slytherin's face. He smiled and held out his hand "aren't you coming?"

Sirius stared at Ry across the bedroom. He swallowed. This was ridiculous. He was Sirius Black, seducer extraordinaire, admittedly always with women, but still the principle was the same. He shouldn't be feeling like this, but then this was permanent. If he did this there was no going back, this wasn't a meaningless one night stand. This was forever. And, strangely that didn't scare him as much as it should. If there was one person that he could imagine spending the rest of his life with, it would be Ry, despite the fact that he barely knew him. But his future self had lived after hell for this boy, and in return the boy had died for him, and that was enough.

With these thoughts in mind Sirius slid his arms around Ry's neck and they began to kiss. The magic around them began to pulse and mix, but unlike the previous times they had kissed, this time they didn't try to hold back their magic. Instead they welcomed the union. For the first time in their lives they could both feel the soul deep loneliness, which they hadn't known they felt until now, begin to leave them. What they had both always been unconsciously missing was there as both they and the magic reached its peak before beginning to settle, but never fade.

It was a good job Orion Black reflected that his ancestors had been paranoid bastards and had had every ward and security measure they could think of installed on the house as the magic of a soul bound finalising ran through the house. If it hadn't been for the wards every pureblood and some powerful halfbloods would have felt, and been aware of the union. But they weren't ready for that yet.

A soul bonding should be cause but cause for celebration, but in the current delicate political climate it was much better to keep the union in the family until the boys reached their magical maturity and were as untouchable as they were going to be. Orion Black smiled. It would all be okay, but he would keep a close eye on Bellatrix, her future lack of sanity and murder of Sirius was a definite cause for concern. He would address that in the next family meeting, and if necessary bind her to the will of the family; Sirius, as his heir, outranked her as a priority. No, Harrison Peters would be a good, powerful, addition to the family even without his illustrious heritage, but with it, there could be no better match for his son. The Black family would come out on top, he was sure of it.