Author's Note: Set in fifth year, as Harry (finally) goes to Grimmauld Place. Enjoy!

"Remus?" Harry spoke, hovering in the doorway.

"Come in Harry," he invited, tapping the seat beside himself on the sofa. "I promise I've removed all the dust."

Harry laughed softly. "I don't have a problem with dust, or dirt," he added as he settled beside his former-professor.

"Is there something on your mind?"

"I realise I'm not quite fifteen yet, but…" he trailed off, looking up at the older man hopefully.

"Close enough," he acknowledged. "However," Harry's shoulders drooped, "perhaps we should invite Sirius into this conversation." Harry blinked. "I do believe he'll be upset to have been deprived of his godfatherly duty."

"Okay," he murmured softly.

"Sirius!" Remus called. Harry blushed when his godfather rounded the doorway. Remus smiled at him. "He has always been nosy," he spoke conspiratorially.

"Only about those I care about," he retorted. "So what are we talking about?" Remus cast silencing and privacy charms. "A private conversation?" he asked, excited.

"Stop hovering," the werewolf scolded. Sirius plonked down on Harry's other side, smiling when his godson cuddled close. "Harry needs the talk."

"I'm much better to have that conversation with than Remus," he declared.

"I don't know," Harry murmured.

"I can be much more thorough." Harry blushed, ducking his head. "What don't I know?" he demanded. Harry shook his head resolutely. "Please tell me you haven't done anything yet?" he asked in concern.

"No, and I wouldn't have done, even if Moony hadn't said I was too young," he added, then snapped his mouth shut.

"Ah, it's you he's protecting, is it Moony?" Sirius asked.

Remus sighed. "Harry caught sight of me in an intimate moment," he stated, "and he was brave enough to come talk to me about it. I promised that when he was fifteen, and more likely to need the information, I would discuss the mechanics of sex with him."

"You're right, I would be upset, if I didn't get the chance to be here for it," Sirius stated.

"You're not going to-" Harry cut off.

"I wouldn't make you betray his confidence," he stated. "I'll just get the information out of him later," he spoke assuredly. "Now," he spoke theatrically rubbing his hands together, causing his godson to smile. "Everything you need to know about sex, including the variations with male and female partners…"

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Harry walked stealthily down the hallway, doing his best not to wake up Mrs Black, unerringly knowing where Sirius would be. He tilted his head as he approached the doorway – his eyesight might be suspect, but his hearing was fine. "Snivellus?" Sirius retorted, distaste clear, followed by a rustle of cloth.

"Sirius," Remus chided. "There is no need to let your jealousy rule you."

"Was he better than me?" Harry froze, shit, he couldn't back away without making noise and revealing he was here.

"I refuse to answer that," the werewolf answered firmly.

"Was it close to the full moon?" he persisted.

"Yes," spoke with amusement.

"I know what you were up to then," he remarked with another rustle of cloth.

He spun, he was going to chance it. He crept as quietly and quickly as he could back up the hallway. "You always enjoyed it," the werewolf replied. Harry blushed and took another step. The floorboard creaked. He froze, hoping they hadn't heard.

"Harry," Sirius spoke from the doorway. Shoulders slumped, he turned to face his godfather. Sirius held out a hand. Harry reluctantly closed the distance, unable to help a smile when his godfather wrapped his arm around his shoulders before steering him into the room.

Remus closed the door and set up silencing charms. "I didn't mean to overhear," Harry hastened to say. "I just-"

"Yes?" the werewolf encouraged as Sirius urged him to sit.

"Knew that if I tried to retreat, you'd hear me," he breathed.

"Then why did you retreat?" he asked, tone still encouraging.

"Because it sounded like you were about to have a private moment, and I didn't want to hear that," he added under his breath.

"You timed your eavesdropping well then," Sirius retorted.

Harry scrunched his eyes shut, determinedly thinking hard. "Trying not to picture it?" Remus asked in amusement.

Harry nodded, eyes still shut tight. "You're both attractive, but I think of you as father figures, and I don't want to picture either of you like that." His eyes flew open. "Not that I don't completely support the two of you being together," he hastened to say, expression earnest.

"So like your Mum at times," Sirius remarked, squeezing Harry's shoulder. The teen leant into the touch.

"I told him that," Remus stated.

"It's nice to hear it again," Harry murmured. His eyes flicked between the two of them.

"Ask," Remus prompted.

"How long…?"

"Since we were in school," Sirius replied.

"It only became serious in seventh year," Remus stated.

"I'll say it Moony," Sirius remarked. Harry shifted to look at him. "I was the playboy of the group, and despite being with Remus off and on, repeatedly, it took me until seventh year to admit that my feelings were serious. Remus was the only lion I had relations with," he added musingly.

"Because you knew I wouldn't get mad at you, and attack you in your sleep," Remus retorted dryly.

"Well, there is that," he replied with a grin. Harry laughed softly. "Come on, I bet you know a few lions – male and female – that would do it," he spoke, prodding his godson in the side.

Harry giggled, and shifted away from his godfather, smiling up at the werewolf when he wrapped a protective arm around him. "I know a few," he stated after a moment. "But I also know a few that would be tempted, but would wait. After all, they'd be the first suspect if they did it then."

"Good to know there's still some sneaky lions," Sirius spoke, hand over his heart.

"Which of us were you looking for?" Remus asked softly.

"Sirius," Harry stated, "but I was happy you were with him to."

"Any particular reason?" his godfather asked with a smile.

Harry shook his head. "Just wanted to spend time with you."

"Sounds good," he replied, shifting position so his godson was being cuddled on both sides. Harry snuggled into the touch with a happy sigh.

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Harry approached where Remus stood by a doorway. The werewolf wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and held a finger to his lips. Harry leant into the touch, waiting.

"Severus," Sirius spoke.

"Did I give you permission to use my first name, Black?" the Potions Master drawled with bite.

"No," he replied calmly, "however I have something personal to discuss with you, and it felt wrong to address you by your last name."

A sigh from the raven. "Go ahead," he drawled.

"I realise you have every reason to hate me, and James," he stated, "and I give you my word you can dole out the retaliation I deserve."

"But?" he prompted.

"But I need your help." A disbelieving sound from the Potions Master. "I know, and like I said, you have every reason to hate me and James, but please don't take it out on Harry." A moment's pause. "I'm concerned about my godson," he stated.

"And?"

"Remus and I can't legally do anything," he pointed out. Harry leant into the werewolf's side, and Remus rubbed his shoulder. "And of those in the Order, you're the only one that would continue an action if Dumbledore opposes it."

"That was not your thought," he stated.

"Are you sure you want me to say it?" Another pause. "When it comes to doing the right thing, you're as stubborn as a lion, continuing the action regardless of who opposes you."

"I will take that as the compliment it was intended," he drawled. "What is your concern?"

"Harry lives with his Aunt and Uncle-"

"Petunia?" he asked, aghast.

"And I didn't even have to pull out the big guns," Sirius muttered. "Yes, Petunia."

"Lily never wanted her children to go into Petunia's care," he stated.

"She loved her sister," Sirius stated. "But she didn't trust her not to let her jealousy get the better of her," they finished in unison.

Another pause. "I need to speak with him," he stated.

"He's here somewhere," Sirius replied. Harry ducked out from under Remus' arm and attempted to make a hasty retreat. "Harry," he chided, amusement in his voice.

The teen returned to the doorway. "Remus didn't shoo me away," he defended as Sirius urged him into the kitchen.

"Run interference if you must, but you will not overhear this conversation," Severus drawled. "I give my word I will not be unpleasant."

"We know," the Marauders replied in unison before they closed the kitchen door.

Severus cast silencing charms. "Professor?" Harry asked, settling at the table so he didn't have to look at the Potions Master.

"Did you think I would not notice the timing of when you refused to look me in the eye?" he drawled voice deliberately neutral.

"I hoped you wouldn't," he replied softly.

"I am not upset with you, that you witnessed such a moment," he stated. Harry looked up in surprise. "I should have taken the precautions to ensure privacy," he continued, then smirked. "And I believe the sight is punishment enough."

"That's what Remus said," he murmured, then ducked his head again.

"I had wondered if you had confessed to him," Severus drawled, "thank you for sating my curiosity." Again, Harry looked up. "I give you my word, that I will not punish you for anything you reveal in this conversation," he promised as he settled opposite the teen, "and it will go more smoothly if you do not continue to hide your expression."

Harry sighed, and lifted his chin. "What do you want to know?"