Title: For Harry (9/?)
Author: Wickedwitch
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were, Sirius and Remus would spend all the books completely naked.
Rating: pg-13
A/N: Sorry for the long wait, but I was busy with this lovely thing called school work.
A large group of Hogwarts students were gathered around Sirius as he animatedly cracked jokes and flirted with every fantastic and not-so-fantastic beast in sight. They were in Hogsmeade, chattering loudly at the Three Broomsticks. Everyone was laughing except for a puzzled Madame Rosemerta, who sworn she had seen that boy before, and Remus.
"Bastard," he muttered.
"Gerry!" scolded Hermione. "There are third years here. You can't use that language."
"If they're old enough to flirt with him, they're old enough to here what I think of him," Remus replied tartly.
Harry snorted. He and Ron had returned with four butterbeers, one for each of them. "Bit possessive, are we?" he asked.
Remus sighed and grinned. "Sorry about this," he said. "I just...I just always have this fear that he's going to leave."
"For someone twenty five years younger?" Hermione asked gently.
"I know it's stupid," he argued, "but it conjures up memories of when we were in school and the age gap was much less." He smiled at the thoughts of their glory days. "Unlike him, I've never really been open with people I didn't know," he added. "Worried they'd find out I was a...well, you know." He sighed again.
"Gerry," Hermione said hesitantly, "if this is a bad time, it could wait to later, but Ron and I promised Ginny we'd sit with her for awhile." Remus' eyes flicked over to the youngest Weasley, who was sitting on Sirius' left.
"Go. I was going to take a walk anyways."
"We'll keep an eye on Patrick," Ron whispered as they stood up. Remus murmured a small "thanks" and started heading towards the streets of Hogsmeade.
"Wait!" It was Harry. "Mind if I walk with you?" he asked.
"Of course," Remus said. And the two exited the pub quietly. "So Harry, tell me why you are not with anybody today. Surely you got offers."
The Boy-Who-Lived shrugged. "I did, but.... Right now there's not really a girl I fancy in particular." Remus nodded. "Besides," he added, "I sort of like being independent. When I'm at the Dursley's this kind of freedom is quite rare. And at Hogwarts, even before you two came, I was almost always with Ron or Hermione or someone."
"I can understand that," Remus said.
"And there is also the Voldemort issue." Remus looked at Harry blankly. "Every extra person I get close to is an extra person that Voldemort might use to hurt me," he stated bluntly. "Ron and Hermione are too close to me already; neither would buy me telling them I didn't like them for a second. But they know what they're getting into. Nobody else would and I cannot risk people dying just because I'm horny."
His old professor thought about that for a moment. "You, Mr. Potter," he finally said, "are way to noble for your own good."
Harry snorted at that. "Me, noble?" he responded. "Look who's talking! Sirius once said to me that you turned down a date with a girl you had a crush on for ages just because Dad had recently taken an interest in her."
Remus raised an eyebrow and cocked his head. "Well, Sirius says a great many things he really shouldn't." He paused. "And speaking about Sirius, I was wondering if you'd accompany me to Renell's Jewelry Store."
"A jewelry store! Why on earth would you go there for Sirius?"
Remus looked directly at Harry and smiled. "One typically needs a ring if one is proposing."
A confused expression appeared on Harry's face. "What are you proposing? Some sort of prank or something?"
A cocky grin came in response. "Harry, do I have your permission to ask for your Godfather's hand in marriage?"
"Oh. That type of proposing." Harry shook his head, overwhelmed.
Remus' expression was quickly turning from happiness to fear. "Harry," he said nervously, "you'd know that I'd do anything for Sirius."
"Well, yes. But...oh, of course I give my permission!"
******
"That will be 30 Galleons, sir." Remus dug into his pocket and pulled out the money, absentmindedly. His eyes were glued to the ring, as Harry's were.
It was fairly simple and extraordinarily beautiful in Harry's mind. Just a band of silver and a band of gold twisted together. The different metals complemented each other perfectly, much like Remus and his Godfather did, he thought.
His old professor slipped the ring into his pocket, and smiled at Harry. "Thank you," he murmured. 'You were a big help here." Harry brushed off the compliment with his hand, but smiled at Remus anyways.
"It was nothing."
"I would spend the time to argue with you," Lupin said lightly, "but I need to pick out a present for Hermione, as well."
Harry nodded. "Me, too. There's a bookshop around the corner I was thinking of going to."
Remus cocked his head at his old student. "You always get her books, don't you."
"Well, of course," Harry said, a bit puzzled.
"Ever think she might want something else?" His old student didn't respond. "Look," Remus finally said. "As someone who almost everybody always gave books to, it gets a little boring after awhile. I was thinking we could try to find something in here, and if that was unsuccessful, go to Dervish and Banges.
Harry nodded. "Sounds good to me."
The two browsed the store for a few minutes with little success. They were about to leave when Remus noticed a beautiful, silver bracelet sitting on the windowsill. "Excuse me, sir," Harry said, "but how much is that bracelet?"
"That thing?" The salesclerk walked over to where they were standing. "Well you have very good taste. That bracelet is priced at 80 Galleons."
"Eight-zero?" Harry asked, completely shocked. The salesclerk smiled. "That's too much," Harry said. Remus just nodded in agreement.
"Even if it wasn't too much, a young man has already started paying for it," the salesclerk added. "Came in here last January and asked if he could reserve the bracelet. I said of course, if you pay me 90 Galleons. And he agreed. Sends me two Galleons a week. Almost finished paying for that thing, I reckon."
"For Merlin sakes," Remus said, "who would spend 90 Galleons on some girl?"
The salesclerk smiled again. "I'm afraid that information is confidential." And with that, Harry and Remus exited the store and headed towards Dervish and Banges. The two ended up splitting the cost of a Pensive, because Harry decided that if anybody had too much information in their head, it was certainly Hermione.
As they were walking back towards the Three Broomsticks, Remus asked Harry a question. "I don't suppose Sirius told you who the girl was?"
"What girl are you talking about?"
"The one I turned down a date with because James had a crush on her."
"No," Harry answered, "he didn't. But why would it matter anyhow?"
"Because the woman eventually became a very good friend of mine. Never gave me a book once, in fact." Remus' voice was tinted with sadness.
"She's dead?" Harry asked, sympathetically.
Remus nodded. "Voldemort killed her."
"I'm so sorry, Remus." Harry paused, looking a bit uncomfortable. "What was her name?"
Remus stopped and looked Harry directly in the eyes. "Lily. Lily Potter."
Author: Wickedwitch
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were, Sirius and Remus would spend all the books completely naked.
Rating: pg-13
A/N: Sorry for the long wait, but I was busy with this lovely thing called school work.
A large group of Hogwarts students were gathered around Sirius as he animatedly cracked jokes and flirted with every fantastic and not-so-fantastic beast in sight. They were in Hogsmeade, chattering loudly at the Three Broomsticks. Everyone was laughing except for a puzzled Madame Rosemerta, who sworn she had seen that boy before, and Remus.
"Bastard," he muttered.
"Gerry!" scolded Hermione. "There are third years here. You can't use that language."
"If they're old enough to flirt with him, they're old enough to here what I think of him," Remus replied tartly.
Harry snorted. He and Ron had returned with four butterbeers, one for each of them. "Bit possessive, are we?" he asked.
Remus sighed and grinned. "Sorry about this," he said. "I just...I just always have this fear that he's going to leave."
"For someone twenty five years younger?" Hermione asked gently.
"I know it's stupid," he argued, "but it conjures up memories of when we were in school and the age gap was much less." He smiled at the thoughts of their glory days. "Unlike him, I've never really been open with people I didn't know," he added. "Worried they'd find out I was a...well, you know." He sighed again.
"Gerry," Hermione said hesitantly, "if this is a bad time, it could wait to later, but Ron and I promised Ginny we'd sit with her for awhile." Remus' eyes flicked over to the youngest Weasley, who was sitting on Sirius' left.
"Go. I was going to take a walk anyways."
"We'll keep an eye on Patrick," Ron whispered as they stood up. Remus murmured a small "thanks" and started heading towards the streets of Hogsmeade.
"Wait!" It was Harry. "Mind if I walk with you?" he asked.
"Of course," Remus said. And the two exited the pub quietly. "So Harry, tell me why you are not with anybody today. Surely you got offers."
The Boy-Who-Lived shrugged. "I did, but.... Right now there's not really a girl I fancy in particular." Remus nodded. "Besides," he added, "I sort of like being independent. When I'm at the Dursley's this kind of freedom is quite rare. And at Hogwarts, even before you two came, I was almost always with Ron or Hermione or someone."
"I can understand that," Remus said.
"And there is also the Voldemort issue." Remus looked at Harry blankly. "Every extra person I get close to is an extra person that Voldemort might use to hurt me," he stated bluntly. "Ron and Hermione are too close to me already; neither would buy me telling them I didn't like them for a second. But they know what they're getting into. Nobody else would and I cannot risk people dying just because I'm horny."
His old professor thought about that for a moment. "You, Mr. Potter," he finally said, "are way to noble for your own good."
Harry snorted at that. "Me, noble?" he responded. "Look who's talking! Sirius once said to me that you turned down a date with a girl you had a crush on for ages just because Dad had recently taken an interest in her."
Remus raised an eyebrow and cocked his head. "Well, Sirius says a great many things he really shouldn't." He paused. "And speaking about Sirius, I was wondering if you'd accompany me to Renell's Jewelry Store."
"A jewelry store! Why on earth would you go there for Sirius?"
Remus looked directly at Harry and smiled. "One typically needs a ring if one is proposing."
A confused expression appeared on Harry's face. "What are you proposing? Some sort of prank or something?"
A cocky grin came in response. "Harry, do I have your permission to ask for your Godfather's hand in marriage?"
"Oh. That type of proposing." Harry shook his head, overwhelmed.
Remus' expression was quickly turning from happiness to fear. "Harry," he said nervously, "you'd know that I'd do anything for Sirius."
"Well, yes. But...oh, of course I give my permission!"
******
"That will be 30 Galleons, sir." Remus dug into his pocket and pulled out the money, absentmindedly. His eyes were glued to the ring, as Harry's were.
It was fairly simple and extraordinarily beautiful in Harry's mind. Just a band of silver and a band of gold twisted together. The different metals complemented each other perfectly, much like Remus and his Godfather did, he thought.
His old professor slipped the ring into his pocket, and smiled at Harry. "Thank you," he murmured. 'You were a big help here." Harry brushed off the compliment with his hand, but smiled at Remus anyways.
"It was nothing."
"I would spend the time to argue with you," Lupin said lightly, "but I need to pick out a present for Hermione, as well."
Harry nodded. "Me, too. There's a bookshop around the corner I was thinking of going to."
Remus cocked his head at his old student. "You always get her books, don't you."
"Well, of course," Harry said, a bit puzzled.
"Ever think she might want something else?" His old student didn't respond. "Look," Remus finally said. "As someone who almost everybody always gave books to, it gets a little boring after awhile. I was thinking we could try to find something in here, and if that was unsuccessful, go to Dervish and Banges.
Harry nodded. "Sounds good to me."
The two browsed the store for a few minutes with little success. They were about to leave when Remus noticed a beautiful, silver bracelet sitting on the windowsill. "Excuse me, sir," Harry said, "but how much is that bracelet?"
"That thing?" The salesclerk walked over to where they were standing. "Well you have very good taste. That bracelet is priced at 80 Galleons."
"Eight-zero?" Harry asked, completely shocked. The salesclerk smiled. "That's too much," Harry said. Remus just nodded in agreement.
"Even if it wasn't too much, a young man has already started paying for it," the salesclerk added. "Came in here last January and asked if he could reserve the bracelet. I said of course, if you pay me 90 Galleons. And he agreed. Sends me two Galleons a week. Almost finished paying for that thing, I reckon."
"For Merlin sakes," Remus said, "who would spend 90 Galleons on some girl?"
The salesclerk smiled again. "I'm afraid that information is confidential." And with that, Harry and Remus exited the store and headed towards Dervish and Banges. The two ended up splitting the cost of a Pensive, because Harry decided that if anybody had too much information in their head, it was certainly Hermione.
As they were walking back towards the Three Broomsticks, Remus asked Harry a question. "I don't suppose Sirius told you who the girl was?"
"What girl are you talking about?"
"The one I turned down a date with because James had a crush on her."
"No," Harry answered, "he didn't. But why would it matter anyhow?"
"Because the woman eventually became a very good friend of mine. Never gave me a book once, in fact." Remus' voice was tinted with sadness.
"She's dead?" Harry asked, sympathetically.
Remus nodded. "Voldemort killed her."
"I'm so sorry, Remus." Harry paused, looking a bit uncomfortable. "What was her name?"
Remus stopped and looked Harry directly in the eyes. "Lily. Lily Potter."
