Author's Note:Well...I read the reviews, and it seems I have done a
terrible job. First of all--No, I never said that Hedwig was male. Where
did I say that? Thought so. Okay, next order of business--Yes, Severus and
Remus were in a er--"Relationship", I added that into the story of "Dear
Diary", a ficcy about my dearest Moony. It sucks, yeah, but most of the
history is put in there and I might relate to Remus's diary a couple times
in this story, so beware. Third--Okay, some of you hate me for bringing
Harry into the story. Well, I couldn't simply have all these ideas manifest
without him, so I am trying to make this humorous and---Well, you'll see
and I hope you like it.
Disclaimer:I own none of these characters. They belong to J.K.Rowling. Sirius, alas is not mine. Remus, sadly is not either....But if they were mine, ooo what fun I'd have with them!!
A few days later we received a letter from Harry saying he'd be coming that afternoon. Remus and I hurried to get the house tidy, often bumping into each other with vacuums or dusters until I realised that Remus could have just cleaned it with magic....He likes to do it the hard way, though. Remus sat gracefully (He's always graceful, I don't get it!) in his chair and rubbed his temples as I plopped into the chair beside him (rather clumsily, as always.) when a knock came at the door. I shifted my glance from the door to Remus and then to the door again nervously.
"Go on, Sirius."
I stood up slowly, many thoughts rushing through my head, all of them negative. All of them worrying about Harry being satisfied with me and Remus, maybe even the idea of me loving Moony. I reached for the handle and opened it to see--
Short, scruffy black haired, glasses-covered green eyed, lightning bolt scarred Harry Potter. He grinned up at me, holding a cage with Hedwig in it, and 2 suitcases full to bursting with clothes and books and supplies. I grinned back at him and crouched down to hug him. Once he broke out of my grasp I brought him inside and Remus stood up.
"Professor Lup--" Harry began.
"Harry, please, call me Remus," he responded, walking over to him to shake his hand, but Harry hugged him around the lower chest. Remus looked down, his arm still out for a handshake and smiled warmly, putting his hand on Harry's back. He walked away, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing, and then said from the kitchen,"So, Harry, I thought you were going to use Floo Powder? What happened?"
"Oh, I caught a train to the little village near here and then a cab drove me up here. After that I just flew up on my broom, since nobody was here," Harry replied simply.
"In the middle of the day? Harry you could have bee---"
"Ah yes, just like your ol' dad, Harry. How is that broom anyhow?" I asked, grinning playfully as he brought it over. "Niiiiice."
Remus shook his head. "Oh---I'll make some tea, shall I?" he said, as if a great idea such as this just struck him, and grabbed the tea-kettle. He put some water in it and set it on the stove. I smirked and glanced over to Harry.
"Why don't you just magick it to be ready, Remus?" Harry asked, a bit confused.
" He likes to do things the hard way, Harry. I'll never understand him, it's like he wants to be a muggle!"
"Now Padfoot, it's just more fufilling to do something yourself sometimes, without magic, I mean..." Remus responded, taking out cups and saucers.
I leaned to Harry and started to whisper. "Well, at least we all know he doesn't love a muggle. Maybe something worse than a muggl--"
"Sirius! I don't love---" he looked over at Harry and stopped. Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Who don't you love, Remus? I've never heard about any of your relationships!" Harry asked eagerly. Remus brought over the tea and set it down on the coffee table. I picked mine up and chuckled to myself.
"Harry has two godfathers..." I mumbled. Remus, having heard me, opened his mouth to say something and then shut it. He picked up the Daily Prophet and smacked my head with it.
"Oh, I get it. Well, we all knew it already, Remus, Sirius. No reason to be ashamed of it..."
Remus looked at me and then at Harry. He sat down and bit his lip, looking at me. Harry continued on.
"Well, I mean--come on, guys. We saw your yearbook photos and after that hug and all the talk and little glances you guys gave each other in the Shrieking Shack--It was only a matter of time before we got it. Oh--And Sirius, your face really lit up when Professor Dumbledore said for you to 'Lie Low at Lupin's', by the way," Harry said, chuckling a bit at his own "genius".
I looked over at Remus with a huge grin and he just gave a "Hmph" of approval.
"Well, then, Harry, you are far more intelligent than your father at this age. Took him until 7th year to figure it out. You aren't...disgusted by it, are you?" He added, a bit apprehensive still.
"Not at all. I mean--love is love."
Disclaimer:I own none of these characters. They belong to J.K.Rowling. Sirius, alas is not mine. Remus, sadly is not either....But if they were mine, ooo what fun I'd have with them!!
A few days later we received a letter from Harry saying he'd be coming that afternoon. Remus and I hurried to get the house tidy, often bumping into each other with vacuums or dusters until I realised that Remus could have just cleaned it with magic....He likes to do it the hard way, though. Remus sat gracefully (He's always graceful, I don't get it!) in his chair and rubbed his temples as I plopped into the chair beside him (rather clumsily, as always.) when a knock came at the door. I shifted my glance from the door to Remus and then to the door again nervously.
"Go on, Sirius."
I stood up slowly, many thoughts rushing through my head, all of them negative. All of them worrying about Harry being satisfied with me and Remus, maybe even the idea of me loving Moony. I reached for the handle and opened it to see--
Short, scruffy black haired, glasses-covered green eyed, lightning bolt scarred Harry Potter. He grinned up at me, holding a cage with Hedwig in it, and 2 suitcases full to bursting with clothes and books and supplies. I grinned back at him and crouched down to hug him. Once he broke out of my grasp I brought him inside and Remus stood up.
"Professor Lup--" Harry began.
"Harry, please, call me Remus," he responded, walking over to him to shake his hand, but Harry hugged him around the lower chest. Remus looked down, his arm still out for a handshake and smiled warmly, putting his hand on Harry's back. He walked away, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing, and then said from the kitchen,"So, Harry, I thought you were going to use Floo Powder? What happened?"
"Oh, I caught a train to the little village near here and then a cab drove me up here. After that I just flew up on my broom, since nobody was here," Harry replied simply.
"In the middle of the day? Harry you could have bee---"
"Ah yes, just like your ol' dad, Harry. How is that broom anyhow?" I asked, grinning playfully as he brought it over. "Niiiiice."
Remus shook his head. "Oh---I'll make some tea, shall I?" he said, as if a great idea such as this just struck him, and grabbed the tea-kettle. He put some water in it and set it on the stove. I smirked and glanced over to Harry.
"Why don't you just magick it to be ready, Remus?" Harry asked, a bit confused.
" He likes to do things the hard way, Harry. I'll never understand him, it's like he wants to be a muggle!"
"Now Padfoot, it's just more fufilling to do something yourself sometimes, without magic, I mean..." Remus responded, taking out cups and saucers.
I leaned to Harry and started to whisper. "Well, at least we all know he doesn't love a muggle. Maybe something worse than a muggl--"
"Sirius! I don't love---" he looked over at Harry and stopped. Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Who don't you love, Remus? I've never heard about any of your relationships!" Harry asked eagerly. Remus brought over the tea and set it down on the coffee table. I picked mine up and chuckled to myself.
"Harry has two godfathers..." I mumbled. Remus, having heard me, opened his mouth to say something and then shut it. He picked up the Daily Prophet and smacked my head with it.
"Oh, I get it. Well, we all knew it already, Remus, Sirius. No reason to be ashamed of it..."
Remus looked at me and then at Harry. He sat down and bit his lip, looking at me. Harry continued on.
"Well, I mean--come on, guys. We saw your yearbook photos and after that hug and all the talk and little glances you guys gave each other in the Shrieking Shack--It was only a matter of time before we got it. Oh--And Sirius, your face really lit up when Professor Dumbledore said for you to 'Lie Low at Lupin's', by the way," Harry said, chuckling a bit at his own "genius".
I looked over at Remus with a huge grin and he just gave a "Hmph" of approval.
"Well, then, Harry, you are far more intelligent than your father at this age. Took him until 7th year to figure it out. You aren't...disgusted by it, are you?" He added, a bit apprehensive still.
"Not at all. I mean--love is love."