Chapter Six: I'm Not My Father

Why Poppy had used Remus's blood he did not know. He only knew that on the full moon, Mrs. Malfoy would become a werewolf. He felt guilty constantly and Sirius was no help. He didn't even realise that it had been him they were ressurecting and could remember nothing from being dead.When asked about where he has been for the past few months he mumbled something along the lines of "...rather hazy, mate..." Which baffled Remus to no end. 'Then again,' he reasoned to himself, 'If a human or mortal were to see death and know what heaven and hell were like they couldn't possibly live on this earth...' He whimpered like a wolf, 'Oh! god...that's steak...NO! Down boy!' he whimpered again and Sirius came into the room.

"Moony?" he asked, looking at him with a funny expression on his face. "What're you doing?"

"Nothing. It's just... the full moon is so close..." he looked out the window up that nearly full orb in the sky and flinched. Sirius nodded and stood next to him.

"I don't think I can take much more of this, Padfoot."

"Why?"

"Do you know how old I am? How many painful transformations I've gone through? Even with the Wolfsbane."

"I know."

"And now... because of my blood Narcissa Malfoy has to be a werewolf too..."

"That wasn't your fault."

"It was."

"No, it was Poppy's. She was too involved to care and forgot that werewolves' blood makes other werwolves!" Sirius finished violently. Remus chuckled, humorlessly.

"It was still my blood."

Sirius shook his head and absently looked at his friend. "You know," he asked, as if to get his mind off the subject, "I still don't know why you think I was dead?"

"You were. Don't you remember what happened that night in the Department of Mysteries?"

"Department of Mysteries?"

"Yes, when you dueled with Bellatrix and we saved Harry."

"Sorry mate. Er...sort of hazy..."

"Sirius?" Remus asked. He was thinking something...but no...it wasn't possible...

"Yeah?"

'No it's not possible.' "Nevermind. I have to go." 'It couldn't be...' Remus walked out of the room leaving Sirius alone. Then Harry walked in. He smiled grimly at him. He wasn't so alone afterall.

"Hey, Sirius." he said, rather solemnly.

"Harry?" he stared at his silver-white hair. It made the boy look like an angel. Harry looked at him, as if answering. Sirius merely sighed and looked out the window again. Harry cocked his head to the side and followed his gaze. It led out to the Lake, where the giant squid was swimming just above the surface.

"I'm glad you're back." Harry said, suddenly. Sirius continued to look out the window.

"It got really lonely without you here, you know?" the older man nodded, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Remus is glad to have you back too. I know we all missed you. I missed you. A lot." It seemed as if the moment was frozen in time for Sirius. His heart beat loudly in his ears and it was the ony sound he could hear except for his godson's breathing. The boy was leaning closer.

"Sirius..." he turned his head. Their noses were merely inches apart. Close enough to... 'to kiss.' Sirius thought. He gazed into Harry's bright green eyes. "Harry..." And before he knew it, the boy had leaned in and pressed his soft sweet lips against the older man's. Sirius deepened the kiss and cupped Harry's head in one hand. It was pure bliss, something he had been aching to do since last year. The broke apart and Harry gasped for breath. Sirius gave him little time to, however, and grabbed him again and pulled him closer. He could feel his heart, beating just as fast. With shaky hands he removed the younger man's clothes.

"No." Harry said, his voice deep, low and husky. He pulled away from Sirius. "Not here."

"All right." Sirius replied and began to walk with Harry, so close, behind him, to his private chambers. The corridors were dark and empty. A draft blew and pressed closer, arousing the older man even more. He opened the door to his rooms and sat down on the bed, pulling Harry with him. This time the boy didn't stop him, but let him gently remove all of his clothing. The two lay next to each, naked. Sirius ran his hands along the younger man's body, caressing him. He wrapped his legs around him. Harry moaned. Then Sirius rolled him over and gently, so as not to hurt the boy, slid his erection into his orifice. Harry moaned, louder. Two bodies, one soul. Two hearts, one beat. Two men, connected by love. "Oh, Harry!" Sirius moaned between pants. He kissed his back and neck. Harry screamed.

Moving back and forth, sweat dripped down their bodies and mingled with semen. The sound of skin sliding on skin made seductive harmony with moans and heavy breathing. Harry could have sworn that in this melodic music of love, he heard Sirius say, "...James..." Harry sat up and looked at him.

"I'm not...my father." he said and pulled a cloak over his naked body and ran out of the room, leaving Sirius alone and confused.