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A few days later, Harry and Ginny sat with Hermione and Ron around the Common Room fire.

Harry lifted his head from where it had been resting on Ginny's and said, `I've been thinking. I-.'

`Ooh, that must hurt,' Ron called mockingly.

`Shut up Ron. No, it occurred to me that we are just like my parents and the Marauders.'

Hermione sat up, looking interested. `OK, who's who?'

`Well, I'm my father and Ginny is my mum, barring various physical and mental differences. Neville is Peter Pettigrew, minus that whole evil thing. And you and Ron are Remus and Sirius, except that you're a girl.'

`Very observant of you, but your story sounds viable.'

`Wait!' Harry cried. `That can't be right. If you and Ron are, y'know, together, that would mean Remus and Sirius are...no! Sirius isn't gay!'

`Of course he's not,' Ginny said reassuringly.

`He doesn't act gay!'

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and started laughing.

`He doesn't!'

`Well Harry, have you ever considered asking him if he was gay?' Ron asked.

`How are you supposed to ask someone that? "Oh, and Sirius, are you and Remus Lupin involved in a homosexual relationship?" I can't ask him that!' Harry cried, looking appalled.

`Harry, you have to. It's the only way to find out the truth. The real truth, not the stuff you currently believe. And, he is your godfather. You shouldn't keep secrets from each other,' Hermione said, always the voice of reason.

`Alright,' Harry sighed. `I'm going to go ask him right now, just to get things out of the way. Now that he's been pardoned, he's got a house that I can actually track him down at.'

***~~~***

`Sirius!' Harry yelled, barging through his godfather's house, into the kitchen. `Are you gay?'

Sirius looked up from where he was reading the newspaper at the kitchen table. `Well, good morning to you too, Harry.'

Harry leaned against a counter, crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at Sirius.' Just answer the damn question!'

`Someone's touchy this morning.'

`Sirius!'

The older man sighed, and put down his paper. `Yes I am.'

`With Remus Lupin?'

`Yes.'

`Whatever.'

Sirius got up, and crossed the kitchen to where his godson was standing. `Does that weird you out?'

`No, it doesn't `weird me out'.'

`It sounds ask if it weirds you out.'

`For the last time, it doesn't weird me out!'

Sirius took Harry's shoulders in both hands and looked him in the eye. `Harry, I need you to tell me the honest truth. You're my godson, and the only family I have left. So no matter how much I love Remus, if you have a problem with it, I'll break it off.'

`You'd do that for me?'

`Sure I would.' Sirius gave Harry a hug. Harry, still not really comfortable with displays of affection after all those years without them, pulled away after a few seconds.

`Sirius, I really don't have any problem with you and Remus being together. He's a great guy.'

`Then why do you look like something unpleasant just crawled in here and died?'

Harry laughed, but his face quickly sobered. He pushed off the counter and started pacing around the kitchen. `Its just that, well, I feel like my life is preordained for me. Like I have no choice in what to do with my life!'

Sirius crossed his arms, looking puzzled. `Ok, you lost me.'

`Fine, it's like this: I feel like my life has already happened with my parents, and I doomed to relive it, day-by-day, event-by-event.'

`Hey, your parents' lives weren't so bad Harry. They had you, us, each other.'

"But then they died!'

`Well everyone is going to die Harry. But get back to your theory.'

`I just feel like I have no choice in where my life will lead. Like every action I make or every word I say has already been planned out for me.'

Sirius looked desperately like he was trying not to laugh.

Harry saw this and became angry. `Its not funny! This is my life and you think its some big joke!'

Sirius quickly put on a blank face. `No I don't. Give me some proof that you're living out some divine plan.'

`Well, it's a lot of little things. For example, Ginny and I are both in Gryffindor, like my parents. Ron and Hermione are romantically involved, like you and Remus. I'm Head Boy, like my dad, and my best subject is Transfiguration. Oh, and Dad broke up with Mum because of Quidditch, just like Ginny and I.'

`Wait, you broke up with Ginny?' Sirius interjected.

`Yes, but we're better now, back together.'

`Good. But Harry, not to burst your bubble but that's not a lot of proof, or even very good proof.'

Harry sat down and thought about this. `You're right. I guess I was just overreacting, but it does sometimes feel like I have no choice in things, being the Boy Who Lived and all.'

`I understand what you mean. Feel better?'

`Yeah, thanks. I'm glad we had this talk, or rather, rant. And thanks for being honest about the whole `gay' thing.'

Harry walked to the door, but stopped when he heard Sirius' voice. `Hey, now that you know, maybe you and Ginny could come over here for dinner with Remus and me sometime. Could be fun.'

`Sure, I'll ask her. Sirius, that sort of sounds like a double date.'

`Double date? Oh no definitely not,' Sirius said, although he was smiling.