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This is Harry/Sirius slash. Read on at your own peril!


Snape the Snowman

Sirius collapsed into bed. His day had been tiring and he still didn't like the fact that he was only learning what was going on. Although part of him wondered whether Minerva being on Ampharelyn was just to wind him up and tease him because he knew very little, he knew a lot would have happened that he wasn't aware of.

Harry curled up to him in sleep and Sirius smiled, wrapping his arms around him. He didn't think he cared that Harry was his lover now, even if they had yet to actually do any loving. It was good just being with him. Harry lay next to him, occasionally moving to become more comfortable and it was only when Harry mumbled something about his Firebolt that he turned over suddenly and sprawled himself entirely over Sirius. Their faces were rather close, Sirius realised as Harry moved slightly and finally came to a rest with the slightest of smiles on his lips. His lips that were mere centimetres from Sirius's own.

See, this was just cruel, Sirius thought as he watched Harry's face, so peaceful in sleep. They were already practically dating anyway, and would be in the future… and it wasn't as if they hadn't kissed before, well they had sort of kissed that morning before Tonks barged in on them. Again.

Sirius's lips moved down and brushed over Harry's, eliciting a sleepy sigh when they pressed against his own. Sirius pulled back, letting Harry's head loll back against his shoulder. "Sirius," Harry murmured and Sirius froze, feeling the smile break out across his face as Harry settled and returned to the realms of sleep.

Harry waited until Sirius's breathing deepened to open his eyes and stare down at his godfather, who was also his supposed lover. He would get Sirius yet, although, from what he'd heard from the other members of the Order, he didn't have much more to be doing in order to get him. Remus said Sirius had already fallen for him but had he really…? Or was he just going to be one more person Sirius could say he'd been with? Harry couldn't imagine that Sirius would do such a thing with someone he cared about, but at the same time he had never thought of seeing Sirius settle down with anyone, let alone himself!

"Look," Remus said to him the next morning, "you just need him to do something that'll show you how much he cares. Something sweet and probably amusingly romantic that isn't his style at all but that he'll do to please you."

"Such as…?" Harry asked as he leant back against the wall in the hallway. He was beginning to regret coming to Remus as of late; all the man ever seemed to do was to either confuse him or point out blatant truths which he didn't want to know. Such as his own desperate attraction to Sirius.

"Such as what?" Sirius asked when he appeared from behind them and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist.

"Such as mind your own business," Harry muttered as the older man leant down and rested his head on his shoulder. He didn't resist Sirius holding onto him tighter but Harry squirmed when he breathed nonsense words into his ear, making him tingle slightly. He spun round so that he was facing Sirius, his arms still around him but not as tightly.

"Yes, as sweet as you two are, I have other more pressing matters to attend to," Remus said mildly, "like breakfast."

"Sit next to Snape and flick things on his robes for me, would you?" Sirius asked him. "I'd do it myself but he won't let me sit next to him anymore."

"Gee, isn't that surprising," Remus smirked. "No, I'm not going to put anything on Severus's robes. Do it yourself." He turned to Harry. "Keep an eye out for what we were talking about. It'll happen, just watch."

"I don't believe you!" Harry called after him, catching Remus's fleeting smile before he vanished into the kitchen.

"So, are you going to explain what all that was about?" Sirius asked him with a slight crease forming on his forehead.

"Don't frown, Sirius," Harry scolded playfully. "Those lines'll stay there."

"Lines?" Sirius repeated, sounding partly shocked, partly horrified but wholly melodramatic. "I've never had a line in my life! I'm insulted beyond belief! Remus has lines. He's got loads of them but I've got fewer lines than you, m'dear."

"Uh huh," Harry said dubiously. "Anyway, what are you going to do with your day, oh smooth-faced one?"

"Probably watch it snow with my line-free visage," Sirius grinned and Harry's eyes widened slightly.

"Snow?" He pulled himself from Sirius's arms and leapt up onto the windowsill to see the snow falling thick and fast towards the ground, still damp from the rain the previous day. "I love snow!"

"Really…?" Sirius asked nonchalantly as he waved his wand above Harry's head. A rather large amount of the stuff appeared over his head and would fall from a single flick of his wrist. Just then, the kitchen door opened and Remus walked out carrying a slice of toast. With a subtle flick of his own wand, the snow had gone and Sirius was knocked to the floor.

"Try to stay on your feet, Sirius," Remus sighed as he and his toast retired to his room, leaving Sirius gasping for breath on the floor behind him. Harry turned and smiled down at him, partially tempted to give him a quick kiss before going for his own breakfast, but since he was too hungry to bother Sirius went without.

"I can't believe it's snowing!" Harry grinned as he sat down at the table, Sirius seating himself opposite his godson. He watched him talking animatedly throughout breakfast, mostly on the subject of snow and how great it was. Whilst this happened, Severus spent much of his time retelling snow-related stories from their past years, most of which Sirius couldn't remember.

"Yeah, and do you remember when Severus got really drunk and we found him lying out in the snow the next morning?" Remus asked in retaliation to a rather nasty story that the man had made about him.

"Naked, wasn't he?" Fred asked, and many around the table nodded and grinned cruelly.

"Bald too," Remus added.

Harry tuned out of the fictitious conversation around him and nibbled at his toast before looking up. Sirius was watching him and both of them felt warmth rise in their cheeks – Sirius from being caught staring and Harry from being stared at. They both glanced up again and their eyes locked, but this time neither looked away for a moment; Harry smiled and Sirius shakily returned it, wondering what had got into him before the former of the two looked to Remus on the other side.

"So are you going to go out in the snow then?" Remus asked with a slight smile as he watched the snow falling thicker through the window. "You might want to make the most of it because I don't think it'll settle."

"It's supposed to rain tomorrow, isn't it?" Kingsley asked.

Minerva nodded. "It was in the Prophet this morning. They think that it'll rain for the rest of the week after this."

"Their weather forecasting has hardly been reliable though," Kingsley pointed out and cast a worried look at her when Tonks opened her mouth to speak.

"Where is the Prophet?" she asked. "Can I see it?"

"No!" several voices replied at once.

"Why not?" she asked stubbornly.

"Because it says some nasty things about you in it," Harry replied coolly. Tonks quietened then for the rest of the meal and eventually wandered away of her own accord afterwards though no one knew where she went. Remus cast a meaningful glance at Harry and then towards Sirius upon her exit and Harry nodded. Taking Sirius's arm, the two of them left through the front door into the large but deserted street which was quickly filling with snow.

"What the hell are we going to do about her?" Severus muttered and glanced at Mad Eye who looked upwards and around the house with his magical eye.

"She's inside her room, though I don't think she'll stay there for long on her own," Mad Eye said. "We're going to have to get rid of her somehow. We'll tell Sirius that she's gone to stay with Hermione or something like that."

"He won't believe that," Remus said shaking his head. "I don't know whether he buys the whole thing anyway, especially not since the whole Ampharelyn story involving Minerva. We can't just send Tonks away."

"I really don't see why not," Minerva disagreed. "The sooner she's out of the picture then the smoother things will run around here. She's given too many clues on too many occasions. If Sirius was given a strong reason to doubt us then he'd quickly remember everything that she'd said."

"She's coming back," Mad Eye muttered and Severus glanced at him with an alarmed expression on his face.

"That was fast," he frowned. Kingsley got to his feet and walked towards the door, turning back to them before he opened it.

"Decide what to do, and I'll keep her occupied and on the upper levels for a while." With that he was gone, leaving the rest of the Order thinking deeply about their problem which had manifested itself in the form of one careless twenty-odd year old, hell-bent on causing two of their number numerous problems.

Outside, Sirius lay on the snowy ground with one, laughing Harry Potter. Their faces were flushed with the cold and their eyes sparkled in the early sunlight. They were both soaked to the skin, their robes, gloves, and scarves ineffective after such a long time in the icy weather.

"Are you okay?" Sirius asked after a short pause.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "After you knocked me down, you mean? Yeah, couldn't be better."

"Well you certainly made sure that you dragged me down with you, if it's any consolation," Sirius scowled, "and I'm sure it is."

Harry threw a handful of snow at Sirius and it hit him in the face. He leapt to his feet and ran back towards the house, whilst behind him Sirius scrambled back to a standing position and wiped the snow from his face. He pelted after Harry and just managed to slip inside before Harry closed the door on him, and their Snape the Snowman which waved cheerfully at their retreating forms.

"See, that was just cruel," Sirius grinned at Harry who merely smiled innocently.

"What was?"

"You know," Sirius muttered. He moved closer and bent down towards Harry. Suddenly, both of them flew to the side as something went flying into them, taking their legs out from beneath them.

"Oh for Merlin's sake, if you don't leave me alone I'm going to hurt you so badly you'd wish you'd never met me!" Harry cried. Tonks picked herself up from the floor. Naturally Harry would have leapt up after her and gone on to give her a rather severe telling off about interrupting him and Sirius repeatedly but it just wasn't worth it, not when it would involve shoving Sirius's body off his own.

"I reckon that's pretty well decided," Severus muttered from inside the lounge as he watched the scene unfolding through the one-way wall they had created. "She'll be gone by the morning."

"Gone where?" Remus asked in a slightly worried tone but Severus merely smiled wider. "I don't like the sounds of this…"


"I'm still disappointed that the snow melted," Harry sighed later that evening when he curled up in the lounge, a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. Remus was watching him out of the corner of his eye and wondering where the hell Sirius had managed to get to. It was late, Harry was with him and yet Sirius wasn't there. A slight smile touched his face as an idea appeared in his mind… perhaps he was doing something for Harry? He hoped so. Harry still didn't believe what was happening; he couldn't believe Sirius would ever commit, especially not to him. He would believe it because Sirius would show him just how much he loved him. Either that or he, Remus, would have to make Sirius show him just how much he loved him.

"I know, Har," Remus sighed. "You've been complaining about it since it began melting this afternoon. We're all in mourning for Severus the Snowman, though. Really." He smiled at Harry who gave him a slight smile back.

Harry was worried, there was no denying it. Remus could certainly see it, which was probably for the reason he kept mostly silent, occasionally breaking their quiet with a light remark with the intent of invoking his confidence. Harry wasn't in the mood for talking, nor for sharing his current insecurities. Not that night anyway, not after such a close day between Sirius and he.

The knowledge that he would have to tell Sirius in only a few days that he'd been lying was beginning to eat him from the inside out. Well, it wasn't so much the actual telling that was getting to him, it was really the strongly negative reaction he was certain to get from Sirius which was the most daunting. Remus had assured Harry that, whatever happened, he and Sirius wouldn't and couldn't stop loving each other. Harry privately wondered whether that was really the case the closer the time of truth came.

He glanced at Remus who tried to hide his smile this time. He failed, as he always did and Harry raised a questioning eyebrow.

"What?" Harry asked resignedly, aware that Remus had probably planned on him initiating conversation between them.

"Just you." Remus turned back to the book in his lap and re-opened it at the previous page, his eyes wandering over the words but no longer taking them in.

"What about me?" Harry asked impatiently. He was not in the best of moods and it wasn't helped by Remus laughing at him then not explaining what about him he found so particularly amusing.

"Getting into this idiocy," Remus replied, merely receiving another displeased and questioning look from Harry. "This sort of bizarre scheme is exactly what Sirius would do, although he's never yet tried this and realised part way through that he's falling in love with someone who wrongfully believes themselves to be in a long-term relationship with him."

"All right, you've made your point!" Harry said, smiling in spite of himself. He sighed slightly, his mood deflating and then added, "I'll be glad when all this is over, for better or for worse."

Remus smiled and moved to put his arm around Harry. "I know you will, and I hope this ends well for you, Harry. I really do."

Harry left the room shortly after and retired to his room. It had been a tiresome day and Tonks had become more annoying as time progressed. He just wanted to curl up in bed with Sirius and forget everything that had happened… well except the parts which involved Sirius, snow and himself.

He pushed open the door and stepped inside, pausing when his feet crunched on the floor. Harry's mouth fell open when he saw the entire room except for the bed was covered with a thin blanket of snow. He bit his lip as a smile formed on his face and he caught sight of Sirius standing next to the open balcony doors, he turned when he saw Harry enter and smiled tentatively.

"I know how much you wanted the snow to stay," Sirius said with a twinkle in his eye whilst he moved towards Harry, who could only grin and gape at the snow still falling around them.

"Sirius... this is incredible," Harry breathed as he turned around to look at the rest of the room. When he turned back Sirius had wrapped his arms around his middle, and Harry slipped his arms around Sirius's neck. "Thank you."

Sirius watched Harry intently. "As long as you're happy."

"I really am." Harry smiled and tilted his head up to Sirius, brushing their lips together for a moment before they pressed deeper and more intimately together. Both of them were partially waiting for Tonks to come barging in on them or to fall out of some hiding place within their room but she never did. Sirius moved his hands up Harry's sides and then between them, unbuttoning his shirt as Harry steered him backwards onto the bed.

"Your shirt ought to be fastened with Velcro," Sirius muttered darkly. He gave in and vanished Harry's shirt from his chest, exposing his torso underneath. He quickly rolled over, holding Harry to him so he ended up on top of the youth, running his lips over every inch of skin he could get. His hands moved lower and lower whilst Harry's nimble fingers made light work of Sirius's own shirt before threading into his long hair.

Harry's eyes fluttered open as Sirius sucked gently on his neck the way he had previously whilst he pulled off Harry's trousers.

"Oh for Merlin's sake, Evanesco!" Sirius just had time to mutter over both their trousers before Harry was against him again, his tongue duelling furiously with his own. Sirius moaned and allowed himself to be pressed back into the bed, his body delighting in the skin to skin contact he had with Harry.

Harry pulled his mouth away from Sirius's and slowly worked his tongue down his body whilst his fingers moved quicker and found the waistline of Sirius's boxer shorts. "Oh god…" Sirius muttered and bit his lip. He resisted the urge to look down at Harry and watch him and that goddamned evil tongue of his. Instead he focused his gaze on the canopy of their bed which was dipping dangerously low.

He had not charmed the bed to stay free of snow, but he had been thankful when it did and hadn't asked questions. Now he was beginning to regret that but the thought was wiped from his mind along with everything else when he gasped and arched into Harry's touch. That was clearly all that the bed could take. Harry yelped and leapt off the bed as snow covered him entirely. Sirius gasped, spluttered and then laughed when his mouth was filled with snow.

"I wondered what was keeping the bed dry!" Harry laughed. His teeth began to chatter and he conjured some warm, dry robes back onto him. "Right, you can clear up this mess, and I'm going to get a hot bath."

"Can't I come with you?" Sirius pouted and Harry flashed him a smile.

"Once our bed's warm and dry again then I suppose you can join me," Harry grinned. A wave of Sirius's wand later, both men disappeared into their bathroom laughing and shedding their newly acquired robes.