"Are you okay?" Remus asked quietly as we stood in the silent hall looking around. I nodded, clutching his hand in mine.

"I wish we didn't have to come back here…" I whispered, staring at the stuffed house elf heads nailed to the wall. Remus squeezed my hand sympathetically, and I sighed.

"Well, I better show you around…" I said. "Welcome to Twelve Grimmauld Place."

We had moved into my parents' house on Dumbledore's orders. Both my dear mother and father were dead, so the house was mine. And unfortunately, the lovable house elf, Kreacher. Oh the joy, it never ends.

"It's Master Sirius!" Kreacher gasped, dropping to his knees. "Master has come back to Mistress's house…"

"Indeed." I said coolly.

"…Master does not deserve to stand in the ancient hall of the most Noble and Ancient House of Black, Master is an ungrateful…"

"Goodbye, Kreacher," I said, picking him up and throwing him into a broom cupboard. Remus gave me a reassuring smile, and I hugged him tightly. My hand skimmed lightly over his arse and he grinned wolfishly.

"Must you do that in public?"

We spun around to see Snape standing in the doorway.

"Don't you know how to knock??" I snarled. Remus grabbed my wand arm so I couldn't attack the hook nosed ex Death Eater. Snape's lip curled, and he walked over the threshold into my house.

"Get out of my house!"

"Believe me; I take absolutely no pleasure in being in this place… I am here on Dumbledore's orders only. Now, would you like to show me to my room?"

"No I would not… cheeky bastard… how about the bloody cellar?"

"Language, Black."

"I said Dumbledore could use this place for Headquarters, but I didn't say you could stay here."

"Speaking of the Order, I see you have wriggled out of all the tasks Dumbledore set; you must feel comfortable hiding away here while we all risk our necks on your behalf."

I leapt forwards, and Remus grabbed me around the waist. I clutched at thin air, swiping at Snape, who sneered at me.

"Piss off to your room, then Snape!" I yelled. "Kreacher! Show Snape to his room!"

The ancient house elf bowed to Snape and led him away.

"Don't let him get to you," Remus whispered in my ear.

"He's just so damn annoying!"

"Sirius."

"Remus."

"Sirius."

"What?"

"Sirius."

"What?!"

"Poke."

He poked me lightly in the chest, and I laughed reluctantly, poking him back. He tickled me under the chin, and I squealed, squirming away from him. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back again. I closed my eyes, nuzzling his neck with my lips.

"What would I do without you?" I asked.

"Oh, puke!"

"Piss OFF, Snape!" I yelled. Then I clapped my hand over my mouth, as the huge portrait of my mother screamed

"YOU! Dirty, filthy shame of my blood, betraying my…"

Remus helped me silence the old hag by dragging a pair of curtains in front of the portrait.

"Now Sirius." Remus said, looking at me with a smile. "I think you need chocolate."

I groaned, but I was smiling.

"You and your chocolate Remus…"

Remus pulled a bar out of his pocket, and broke a piece off.

"Open wide!"

I clamped my mouth shut, shaking my head childishly.

"Come on, here comes the Hogwarts Express! Eat up, there's a good boy!" he coaxed, waving the piece of chocolate in front of me. I giggled, and let him feed me the piece. He popped some in his own mouth with a grin.

"So good!" he sighed. I laughed at him. Then I cupped his face in my hands, and kissed him softly, licking the melted chocolate from his lips.

"Taaaaasty…" I murmured.

"Oh, that is just sick…"

"PISS OFF SNAPE!!!!!!"