Sirius' POV
The day had come. I was taking Remus to meet my family. Well, family is a term I use lightly. They are no longer my family, Remus is. I haven't told them I'm coming. They would have refused, and while that suited me fine, I had promised my love that he would meet them. I hope they don't hurt him.
I was slowly getting myself dressed. I picked up the best and smartest outfit I had with me. I may not care what they think, but their 'lessons' were still deeply ingrained in me. A Black is always the most presentable. I shuddered at the thought of the punishments I have had due to this mantra.
I met Remus in his living room of his house and tried to smile at him. I think it came out as more of a grimace. He gently grabbed my hand and I squeezed it softly. James slapped me on the shoulder,
'Good luck mate. And keep my brother safe.'
'I'm sure I will.' I reply and smile at him softly.
As James left the room I gripped Remus by the waist and apparated us to the street my parents lived on.
I showed Remus a scrap of parchment. It read '12 Grimmauld Place'. Once he had read it, the paper disintegrated in my hand. I saw the awe on his face as the house I grew up in seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
'Okay love, once we step foot on the doorstep, you must hold onto me and do not let go. I do not know what wards are on the house to get rid of certain people but I do know they have ghastly consequences.' I gently explained to my bonded. He shot me a worried look but nodded.
I took his hand and we stepped up onto the steps. As we did I felt the wards wash over me. I noticed Remus shudder and pulled him closer to my body. I rang the doorbell and we waited.
A moment later the door opened and a wizened old house elf stood scowling.
'Bad young master has come back. Ungrateful little boy. Always worrying mistress.' He mumbled.
'Ah Kreacher, always a pleasure. Do tell the old hag I'm here.' I told the House Elf.
'Insolent brat,' Kreacher mumbled as he popped away.
I smiled at Remus and he tried to smile back. I sent calm feelings down the bond as well as a feeling of love. He squeezed my hand.
Kreacher popped back, 'Mistress is in the study and told poor Kreacher to take young master to her. Mistress was not happy.' He cackled here and started to lead the way. I held Remus' hand tight and pulled him closer to my side. All the while, a silent death march was playing in my head. I was walking to what felt like my death.