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."
Author's Note:People want R rated stuff!?! I'm only 13!! AAH! I mean--I don't really write stuff over my age level, yo. Seriously, I might have them kiss and stuff--but er--I'm terribly sorry, chaps. A young person can only write stuff that's mildly over her age level--ah, I will admit that I shall have some profanity I try not to use in real life, but it makes things interesting, if not humorous....I give myself too much credit. I wonder if the reader is still listening to me? *laughs* Back to the hideous story I have began to write.
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!!
I stared at Harry for a second and then clapped him on the shoulder.
"See, Remus! I told you he wouldn't mind a bit!"
Remus shook his head. "Sirius, you think too highly of yourself sometimes."
"What do you mean, Remus?" I asked, looking at him as straight in the eye as I possibly could, but her averted my vision. I raised my eyebrows and put my feet up on the coffee table. Is that true? Remus truly didn't love me any more? He just liked me as a friend now? DAMN THAT JACK ASS, SNAPE! I'LL KICK HIS ASS FOR MAKING MY REMMIE HATE ME!
"Feet off the table, Sirius." Remus came up and slid my feet off the table. I whimpered and Harry laughed into his tea. Remus walked to the fire and tended it. I gazed longingly at him, his shirt stretching over his thin back and then relaxing back into its wrinkled state with a large iron-print on the back as Moony stood up. He set down the poker and wiped his forehead with his adorable long sleeve that fell past his hands. I grinned at this but quickly stopped at the thought of never having him like that for my own. He would never belong to me again, perhaps, and the thought was entirely depressing. For the rest of the day we unpacked Harry's things, and got him accustomed to his new room, his new home until he left for school again, which I hope would turn out to be a long time. Things with Harry were starting off great.
I retired to my room and sat on the bed for a while, staring at the ceiling. Remus came in and looked at me.
"What're you doing here, Remus?"
"Well, we share this bedroom, Sirius. I don't really have a big house, as you well remember," he replied simply, smiling a bit. I almost leapt into the air with joy. Maybe I could MAKE him love me!!! We'd be spending an awful lot of time together--in a room--alone--with a queen sized bed. remus interrupted my rather unsightly thoughts, however. "Sirius...?"
"Oh? Oh, sorry, just thinking."
"Ah..." He quickly glanced over me and then looked at the bed I sat up on. He smiled and walked over to me, sitting down beside me and I scooched over so we touched, and leaned my head on his shoulder. "It's been so long, Sirius...and so much has happened..."
"I know."
"...I knew you were innocent...you had to be. But...I thought I was just crazy...love-sick--" I jumped at this word, full of hope that he'd say he still was, but he continued thusly--" and I sort of...told myself you were guilty. That I was wrong and you lied and...I couldn't take it for a while...Sirius, why didn't you just tell them all? Why did you have to wait so long to get out...I needed you back so long ago...I longed for you, your voice, your presence...and...it never quite died for me. I loved you, even when I dispised you..."
I felt a droplet on my head and I looked up. Remus was crying. My ears felt like they were going back until I realised I wasn't a dog, they couldn't do that, but I kneeled down and looked at his face as he hurriedly tried to wipe away the tears.
"Sirius...I..I know you've been through a lot more than me...It's selfish for me to want to ask so much of you...I'm so sorry..."
"Don't be, Remus. Come on, you're not being selfish, stop that. You have every right to be upset...I just never knew you still felt like that...Do you---"
"Even now, Sirius."
I looked at him and reached up to touch his face, my hand running down his chin and onto his nec as I felt a scar underneath my fingers. I caught my breath.
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."
Author's Note:People want R rated stuff!?! I'm only 13!! AAH! I mean--I don't really write stuff over my age level, yo. Seriously, I might have them kiss and stuff--but er--I'm terribly sorry, chaps. A young person can only write stuff that's mildly over her age level--ah, I will admit that I shall have some profanity I try not to use in real life, but it makes things interesting, if not humorous....I give myself too much credit. I wonder if the reader is still listening to me? *laughs* Back to the hideous story I have began to write.
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!!
I stared at Harry for a second and then clapped him on the shoulder.
"See, Remus! I told you he wouldn't mind a bit!"
Remus shook his head. "Sirius, you think too highly of yourself sometimes."
"What do you mean, Remus?" I asked, looking at him as straight in the eye as I possibly could, but her averted my vision. I raised my eyebrows and put my feet up on the coffee table. Is that true? Remus truly didn't love me any more? He just liked me as a friend now? DAMN THAT JACK ASS, SNAPE! I'LL KICK HIS ASS FOR MAKING MY REMMIE HATE ME!
"Feet off the table, Sirius." Remus came up and slid my feet off the table. I whimpered and Harry laughed into his tea. Remus walked to the fire and tended it. I gazed longingly at him, his shirt stretching over his thin back and then relaxing back into its wrinkled state with a large iron-print on the back as Moony stood up. He set down the poker and wiped his forehead with his adorable long sleeve that fell past his hands. I grinned at this but quickly stopped at the thought of never having him like that for my own. He would never belong to me again, perhaps, and the thought was entirely depressing. For the rest of the day we unpacked Harry's things, and got him accustomed to his new room, his new home until he left for school again, which I hope would turn out to be a long time. Things with Harry were starting off great.
I retired to my room and sat on the bed for a while, staring at the ceiling. Remus came in and looked at me.
"What're you doing here, Remus?"
"Well, we share this bedroom, Sirius. I don't really have a big house, as you well remember," he replied simply, smiling a bit. I almost leapt into the air with joy. Maybe I could MAKE him love me!!! We'd be spending an awful lot of time together--in a room--alone--with a queen sized bed. remus interrupted my rather unsightly thoughts, however. "Sirius...?"
"Oh? Oh, sorry, just thinking."
"Ah..." He quickly glanced over me and then looked at the bed I sat up on. He smiled and walked over to me, sitting down beside me and I scooched over so we touched, and leaned my head on his shoulder. "It's been so long, Sirius...and so much has happened..."
"I know."
"...I knew you were innocent...you had to be. But...I thought I was just crazy...love-sick--" I jumped at this word, full of hope that he'd say he still was, but he continued thusly--" and I sort of...told myself you were guilty. That I was wrong and you lied and...I couldn't take it for a while...Sirius, why didn't you just tell them all? Why did you have to wait so long to get out...I needed you back so long ago...I longed for you, your voice, your presence...and...it never quite died for me. I loved you, even when I dispised you..."
I felt a droplet on my head and I looked up. Remus was crying. My ears felt like they were going back until I realised I wasn't a dog, they couldn't do that, but I kneeled down and looked at his face as he hurriedly tried to wipe away the tears.
"Sirius...I..I know you've been through a lot more than me...It's selfish for me to want to ask so much of you...I'm so sorry..."
"Don't be, Remus. Come on, you're not being selfish, stop that. You have every right to be upset...I just never knew you still felt like that...Do you---"
"Even now, Sirius."
I looked at him and reached up to touch his face, my hand running down his chin and onto his nec as I felt a scar underneath my fingers. I caught my breath.