Sirius Black was a little upset. Remus was late. He was never late and Sirius knew that he should hear his explanation, but right now, he was upset. He sighed and looked at his watch again.

"Getting a little impatient, Sirius?"

Sirius looked up. "Finally! I've been waiting here for the past half hour!"

"Not my fault. I'm only five minutes late," Remus answered with a smile.

Sirius grumbled. "Well, lets get going. Our designer will be there at noon. I still can't believe you convinced me to hire an interior designer."

"The house is so plain that it seems like a ghost house. Besides, you need this."

"No, I need to find Harry. This is just a distraction."

"A distraction that will work. Padfoot, you need to accept the fact that Harry is gone."

"He is not dead."

"I didn't say that. Maybe he left and he doesn't want to be found."

"Or maybe he is wandering around, without a clue to who he is and if he has people who love him."

Remus sighed. They had had this exact same conversation many times before. Ever since Voldermort had finally been defeated by Harry and he had somehow managed to disappear.

Thirty minutes later, when they finally found their way home, there was someone standing outside their house looking at it and occasionally making notes in a binder in his lap.

"Are you Mr. Evans?" Sirius asked.

The man looked up with a start. Remus thought he saw shock, love, and sorrow in his eyes before he looked down and started to gather his things. "Yes, Mr. James Evans. Might you be Sirius Black and Remus Lupin?"

"That would be us. Would you like to take a look around?" Remus asked, leading the way inside.

"That would be great. Then I can see if I can interpret blueprints as well as I think I can," James said with a grin.

"You already have some ideas?" Sirius asked.

"Why of course. What kind of interior designer would I be if I didn't come prepared?" replied James.

"But how do you know what we would like?" asked Sirius.

"I don't know exactly what you want, but from reading the conversations that you had originally, I can get a pretty good idea. It's all about getting to know your clients."

They fell into silence as James was shown around the house, occasionally taking notes. When they came back into the entry, James showed them some sketches that he already had. While they looked at those, James was busy working on others.

"These are almost perfect. How did you know exactly what we wanted when we didn't even know ourselves?" Remus asked, looking up from the sketch of his room.

James looked up and smiled. "That's my job. Predicting what the clients want even before they know what they want."

"You know, you seem very familiar. Have we met before?" asked Remus, openly staring at James.

James quickly looked down. "I don't think so. I would have remembered. Besides, I haven't been in England for six years."

"Still, I feel that I've known you for years," Remus persisted.

James remained silent. He went back to his idea for the nursery that they wanted. ("My godson's best friends come over a lot. They have a three year old and a one year old. They're also expecting another child. The kids gotta have a room that they can play in," was Sirius's exact words.) James knew exactly who those best friends were and exactly what they would want their children to be playing with and getting into. He also added what Sirius and Remus would be exposing them to, so in the end, the room was a mixture of colors, shapes, and surprises.

"What room is that?" Sirius asked over his shoulder.

James jumped and looked up. "Nursery."

"What's that?" he asked pointing to one of the corners.

"Play area. It is like a jungle gym, but not as high, safer, and a lot more fun. There is learning involved as well," James answered with a smile.

Remus chucked. "Hermione would love that. I think her children will already know everything there is to know before they go to school."

"Is that a chessboard on the floor?" Sirius interjected.

"Yep. It is not quite life-size, but I guess to a two year old it is. It goes with the whole 'you can learn' theme but at the same time goes with the 'you can have fun' theme."

This time Sirius laughed. "Now Ron is going to love that. He has already taught James, that's the three year old, how to play. He is a lot like his father in that aspect. He has already beat me twice."

"But that's not too hard, Sirius. You've never beaten me at chess," Remus said.

"That's not the point. He is only three!"

"Anyways, I take it then that you like the room?" James interrupted before it could get ugly.

"It's perfect. Even with a bookcase and study area," Sirius answered.

"I like the study area," Remus said.

"You would," retorted Sirius. They both looked back at the sketch and noticed something that they hadn't seen before. "What's that?" Sirius asked as he pointed to a corner.

James looked at the corner in question before answering, "a mural."

"What's the mural of?"

James shuffled thought some of his papers before pulling out the one that had his design for the mural in question in larger detail. He handed it to Sirius who looked at it in amazement. "Where did you say you went to school?" asked Remus quietly.

"I didn't. Why?"

"This looks exactly like where we went to school."

"Oh, well, I thought that the kids could have a place where they could just sit and relax, or at least their parents could. And I think that this is a very soothing image." James looked at his watch. "Listen, I have another appointment that I need to get to, so how about I leave you the rest of the sketches and you can look at them and see what you like or dislike. I'll be back tomorrow at the same time to go over all these with you and the ones that you don't like, I can quickly get something that you do like. If all goes well, we can start working Thursday. How does that sound?"

"Sounds perfect. Well, see you tomorrow then," said Sirius.

James handed all of his sketches to Remus. "I numbered each of the room on one of the floor plans that's in there. All the sketches should have a corresponding number on the corner. If I got what you wanted in one of the room switched with another, just put the room number that it should be next to the other number. See you tomorrow!" James then quickly left and climbed in his car. Once inside, he tried to calm down. 'Well, that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.' He then started the car and left, tears streaming down his face.

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As soon as James had left, Remus turned to Sirius who was still staring at the mural their designer had drawn.

"Siri?" asked Remus.

"Its Hogwarts, Rem. He drew Hogwarts."

"I know."

"How could he have known what Hogwarts looks like?"

"He could be a wizard, he probably saw it in a book or something."

"And how does he know about the life-size chess pieces?"

"Maybe he thought it would be a fun idea?"

"Maybe. But I still get the feeling that he is very familiar."

"So do I Padfoot, so do I."

Remus and Sirius went into their very unfinished kitchen to look at the rest of the plans that James had drawn for them. While they were looking at all the different ideas, it was like they had sat down for hours and told their designer exactly what they saw for their house. There was not a single thing that they would change, especially not the 'mutt' room. (Dog beds, doghouses, dog bowls, ect.)

"Is it just me, or is it a little scary that he knew exactly what we wanted without even meeting with us?" asked Sirius.

"Its not just you. I think he was lying when he said that he said that we have never meet."

"Well, lets talk to him tomorrow when he stops by. Until then." the animagus trailed off.

"Until then what?" Remus asked.

Sirius proceeded to show him what they could do until then by pressing his lips against his mates.