Disclaimer: I own the plot and Saerry Snape. Everything else is JKR's.
Harry Potter and the Dark Defenses
Chapter 18 ***Conversations***
Sirius finally rose from the chair where he had been asleep and wandered into the kitchen in the early hours of the morning. He blinked sleep from his eyes and saw Harry sprawled on the table, his head pillowed on his arms and his glasses lying in front of him.
Watching his godson sleep almost made Sirius think things were back to they way they were seven years ago. Almost.
A soft rapping on the kitchen window made him jump. Looking out he saw a very disheveled Remus looking up at him. The werewolf smiled and looked pointedly towards the front door. Sirius nodded and left the kitchen.
As soon as he opened the door, Remus stumbled in, the remains of his robes clutched about him. He fell into the chair Sirius had left not moments before and sighed. His eyes closed and Sirius thought he was asleep.
But as Sirius began to head back into the kitchen Remus' voice came after him.
"I suppose you found out Padfoot, old friend?"
"I did Moony."
Remus turned in the chair to fix his friend with tired gray eyes. He asked, "From the Prophet or from him?"
Sirius looked at the kitchen and Remus nodded.
There was another moment of silence.
"I'm guessing you blew up on him didn't you?"
Sirius ran a hand through his hair and replied, "Yes."
"So did I."
"We had good reason."
Remus gave Sirius a tired smile and shook his head.
"Not enough."
"Betraying Lily and James is enough."
"You and I both know that Lily and James are long dead Padfoot."
"Merlin's beard, Moony, your defending him!"
"We can't be angry at him forever," came Remus' tired reply.
"Moony!"
"You know I'm telling the truth Padfoot."
Sirius moaned, "Moony, old friend…"
Remus sighed and turned around in the chair, closing his eyes. He softly said, "Can you blame him for wanting to protect us?"
"He didn't have to become a Death Eater to do that!"
"He couldn't have done it any other way Padfoot and you know it."
Sirius sighed and slumped against the wall, head held in his hands. Remus was dead right and he knew it. He just didn't want to accept it.
Suddenly from the kitchen came a disgruntled voice.
"You know, I really don't like being talked about when I'm asleep."
Both of the older men turned to see Harry standing in the kitchen doorway, his robes rumpled and his hair a mess. But his emerald colored eyes were bright and alert and watching the both of them.
Remus gave a faint smile and said, "Good morning Harry."
"You decided to believe me Remus?"
"I had time to think over what you told me, so yes, I believe you. No sane person wouldn't."
Harry scoffed, "I believe your wrong about that Remus." His eyes looked at Sirius, who looked away from the green orbs at the floor.
"Harry…," started Sirius.
"Don't bother explaining Sirius. I can see everything your about to say on your face."
When Sirius gave his godson a look of shock and surprise, Harry smiled and said, "I've become very good at reading the emotions on people's faces. Even Malfoy's, who is the easiest person to read the moods of that I've ever seen."
"Who's the hardest," asked Remus, a spark of interest in his voice.
"Hmm. Lucius Malfoy was the hardest, though now I haven't found anyone else who I haven't been able to read except Saerry Snape."
Sirius blinked and Remus looked around the back of the chair to stare at Harry. Both of them said the same thing, at the same time, in the hushed tone.
"Saerry Snape?"
Harry chuckled, "I thought the same thing when I first saw her."
"You mean that slimy snake has a sister?"
"Fifth year, Gryffindor."
Both Sirius and Remus exploded into laughter and for once Harry felt comfortable since he had fled into the darkness seven years ago.
A/N: Yea, strange twist at the end but it suddenly jumped in. *yawn* 9:41pm. I think I may have enough time to write up chap 19 before my dad comes in and tells me…'cuse me…orders me to get into bed. We'll just have to see!