Title: For Harry (3/?)

Author: Wickedwitch

Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were, Sirius and Remus would spend all the books completely naked.

Rating: pg-13

Notes: Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. It really means a lot to me.

Harry stumbled out of the fireplace at Remus' house to instantly be greeted by his godfather's image.

"Harry." Sirius grinned at his godson. "I really want to say you've grown, but we both know that would be a lie." He paused, obviously very nervous. "Uh, a hug...?" He put his arms out and smiled uncertainly.

However, it seems Harry had little doubt as to what to do, as he grinned back and quickly returned the embrace.

"It's so nice to be here," Harry said emphatically.

"And we are glad to have you," Remus said as he brushed the dust off his Muggle clothing. He had just entered the house through the fireplace as well.

"What were you doing at Mrs. Figg's flat, Professor?" Harry asked.

"I was there to help plan our defenses against Voldemort. And please," Remus added, "call me Remus."

"No please call him 'professor,' Harry," Sirius joked. "It's quite amusing for me." Remus swatted at Sirius in response, who just barely ducked in time. His godfather quickly straightened up as he and Remus shared an odd smile which led to a moment of silence between all of them.

Finally Sirius suggested a game of Exploding Snap and the three headed into the kitchen.



Later that afternoon...

"So your father," Sirius got out between laughs, "took down the all pictures by hand and rushed back up to the dorm, practically dragging your mum along. I had never seen him so mortified."

Harry couldn't respond he was laughing so hard; Remus was even crying.

Sirius had broken the earlier tension, which had completely evaporated by this time, by telling lively stories of their time with Harry's parents at Hogwarts.

When the laughter had died down, Remus started shuffling the cards for a fourth round when Sirius had stopped him. "I think," Sirius said with an air of mock dignity, "that it is time to give Harry the official tour."

Remus and Sirius cocked their heads at Harry at precisely the same time, which only served to set Harry off into another round of hysterics. When that finally subsided, he eagerly nodded and got out of the chair.

"Well this," Sirius said, "as you can plainly see, is the kitchen. Anytime you're hungry, just...." His comment trailed off. "Maybe you should give this tour Re, seeing as it is your house." Re was Sirius' nickname for Remus.

"Nonsense, Padfoot. You're doing a marvelous job." Sirius and Remus gave each other the odd smiles again. Something was definitely different between them. Their behavior the entire afternoon had made that quite apparent, but Harry was still unsure exactly what it was.

"Well, anyhow, take food anytime you're hungry. And this," Sirius continued as he steered the tour into the large room with the fireplace, "is the sitting room. We usually try to keep this room fairly presentable, but," he added with a mischievous smile, "you can make a mess in any other room. The bathroom's over there," he said, gesturing to the door on the left. "Be careful in there though. The mirror's a bit of a git." Harry snorted at that. "And that's the first floor." He directed them into a small entrance hall and up a flight of stairs. "These," he said, waving his hand at three doors, "are the bedrooms. That's the guest room," he said, indicating the one nearest Harry, "a second bathroom, your room, and the room where Remus and I sleep."

Harry eagerly started heading towards his new room, when Sirius' last phrase caught his attention. He shared a room with Remus.

"Do you not like it, Harry?" Remus asked, noting Harry's sudden stop. "Because if you want, this could be the guestroom and you can sleep in there."

Harry turned slowly to stare at his godfather and old teacher. "You two share a room." It was not a question. "I assume you also share a bed."

The two older men shared a quick look before Remus answered Harry. "Yes, yes we do."

There was a pregnant pause. "Do you mind?" Sirius looked more terrified than Harry had ever seen him. Both seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for his response.

"Of course not," Harry finally said, and both men exhaled with relief. "I'm just absolutely stunned." He shook his head in disbelief. "Why didn't one of you tell me?" Sirius and Remus looked at each other again, this time with no response. "Sorry," Harry muttered. "It was a stupid question. What would you say? 'Uh, Harry, you know the man who you think deserves the dementor's kiss? Yeah, he's my boyfriend.'" Remus laughed weakly at that. "I thought there was something weird with you two, but I didn't even fathom it would be this." He shook head again and grinned at them.

"When I was in Azkaban," Sirius admitted, "I'd think about when I got free, how we could be almost like a family. I'd be the dad, Re would be the mum- "

"Why am I the mother?"

"You act funny once a month. PMS, one may call it."

"If that one is a certain Sirius Black," Remus said with a fake bitterness in his voice.

"Anyhow, Re would the mum, and you'd be the perfect child we'd brag about to all our friends."

"Sounds fabulous," Harry said.

"Good." And with that, Sirius dragged both Remus and Harry in for a hug, placing a small kiss on Harry's forehead and a not-so-small one on Remus' lips.

To be continued...