Strange Relationships

Following applies to all chapters.

Disclaimer – Not my characters, otherwise would not be under Fan Fiction, no?

Rating – R, right from the start

Pairing – SS/HP

Warnings – slash, graphic rape/non-con, violence, Sirius Black bashing!

Genre – hurt/comfort, angst

Summary – Sirius Black is not a nice man, but Harry doesn't figure that out until it's too late.

A/N – I'm sorry this wasn't updated for so, so long, but the truth is I had given it up after book 5 came out.  But then I looked at my reviews and thought, you know what, I enjoyed writing this and people enjoyed reading it, so let's keep it going and just make it AU.

So here it is.

The next chapter is half written already and will hopefully be here, complete with reviewer responses, in the next couple of days.   I've also started rewriting Guilty Consciences chapter 3, so it should be here son, too – I've gotten over my block… hopefully!

Anyway, here it is, and I hope you enjoy it…

9.

The dinner bell went at seven pm and startled them both out of light dozes.  Madam Pomfrey looked amused at the two men who sat up straight, looking around, confused, wondering where the noise was coming from and why.  She was glad to see that Harry was looking a lot better – the psychologist had given her a copy of her report to put in Harry's medical file and it had shown good progress from the one short session, but to see it was something else.

Even so, she dosed him with a mild calming potion and left them with a light supper, telling Harry to make sure Severus ate, which garnered her a smile that went straight to her heart, and a scowl, which she ignored because it was soon replaced by a smile when Severus saw that Harry looked happy.

After eating, they were bombarded with Weasleys, or in Hermione's case, future Weasleys.  They split up into 'manageable' chunks.  Harry asked Ron, Hermione and Percy to come in first, and asked them to speak to Mrs Weasley about the touching while he talked to Ginny and the twins.  Still, when she came in, the matriarch came rather close to the bed, arms open, before remembering, scaring Harry in the process.  She had burst into tears at his frightened face and squirming, apologising profusely before suddenly announcing that she had never liked that Black anyway, and were they sure it hadn't been him who betrayed Harry's parents?

She left a shaken Harry and silently fuming Severus, who had had to mutter his words of reassurance again before Harry's heart rate would slow to a normal level.  If Severus had his way, she wouldn't be back until he'd had a nice, long… chat, with her.

They brought another cot into the cubicle, not too far away from Harry's, and Severus spent the night there, unwilling to scare Harry any further.  Harry had protested at first, before realising he didn't want to hurt Severus if he had a flashback on waking, which was likely according to his pamphlet.

In the middle of the night, Harry woke up, sweating and breathing harshly.  He hadn't had a flashback, but a rather severe nightmare.  This time he saw his parents standing there, agreeing to every point Sirius made and making no attempt to save him.  He tried to calm himself down before deciding to do what he usually did on having a nightmare.  He crawled into Severus' bed and allowed the strong arms to automatically pull him closer and snuggle him into the warm solidity that was his lover.

*

Sirius Black had, after going into the forest by the school, wandered in his dog form to the Shrieking Shack via the secret passage and out into Hogsmeade.

Instead of aparating to Remus' home just outside the wizarding village he decided to walk – it was a sunny day out, he was feeling happy, and the burden of looking after James's brat had now been lifted from his shoulders.

He'd always expected that Harry had had limited uses, and apparently they were exceeded after helping him escape the law, being the one to defeat Voldemort, and being good ass.  Apparently Snape took good care of his little catamite – his ass had been tight as a virgin's: quite satisfactory.

The trees were looking good – they had all just gotten back their leaves and appeared new and shiny, plus they were crowded with little families of birds who were providing a relaxing soundtrack along his way to visit his 'friend'.

Leaving Azkaban had been something of a disappointment to him.  For the first, Harry had taken away his chance to kill that rat, Pettigrew.  He was far too much like Lily.  He'd never liked her – goody-two-shoes.

Anyway, he'd also remembered that no one had bothered to try to help him prove his innocence; had, in fact, automatically assumed the worst.  Including Remus – especially Remus.

Remus had, after all, been the only remaining member of their group.  But Remus also had his uses, so he remained 'friends' with him despite the disappointment.

The werewolf had always been good for a place to sleep and eat, an ear to bend, and a convincing way to get people to believe almost anything.  He had a silver tongue, which was rather ironic considering his species.

Laughing quietly to himself he ambled up the path from Remus' gate to the door at the side of his tumbledown cottage and transformed back into his human form.

Beginning to whistle, he let himself in and walked through the house trying to locate Lupin.  All he found was a note telling him that Remus had gone shopping and would be back soon.  That was okay – it would give him a chance to change out of his dirty clothes and to shower.

Taking them off he realised they were actually worse than he had thought.  Making a mental note to incinerate them at a later time, he stepped into the shower and didn't come out for a half hour.

It was another half hour until Remus came back, and by then he was sitting in clean clothes with a book listening to the Witching Hour on the radio.

"Hey, Siri.  Did you visit Harry?"

Looking up at the werewolf he nodded, before getting up to help put the groceries away.  There was nothing quite so bad as a rude houseguest in his opinion.

"Yeah.  It was so ice out that I walked home after – did you hear, in the garden?  I think you may have a nightingale out there."

They chatted as they prepared dinner and sang along with the radio, and then sat down and ate.

The evening was spent reading and chatting some more.  The topic of Harry never came up, which was unusual for them.

It was when Remus volunteered to do some laundry that things went a little stale for Sirius and Remus both.

Walking into the guest room, Remus wrinkled his nose.  Something smelt bad in here.

Looking over to Sirius' clothes in a heap on the floor it wasn't long before he knew exactly why.

The question was, why were Sirius' clothes covered in blood and other body fluids?  And why did they all smell of Harry?

Heart beating a little fast, Remus went into his room and made a fire-call to Albus.

It wasn't Albus who answered, though; it was Minerva.

"Minerva, hello.  I was wondering if I could talk to Albus."

Minerva shook her head.

"Sorry, Remus, but he's rather busy.  You know."

He didn't, really, but he let it slide.

"Well, could you et Harry out of Quidditch practice for me?  I really need to-"

He didn't get to finish, because Minerva had gone pale and looked very upset.  She was now speaking over him, which was nothing like Minerva normally – she was always one for manners.

"Oh, Remus, you haven't heard?  I can't believe they haven't told you yet – they were even mentioning checking your house for him."

"For who?  For Harry?  Has he run away?"

Minerva now had tears in her eyes.

"No, Remus...  Remus, Harry was raped today."

Remus felt sick and had to put a hand over his mouth just incase.

"But… Sirius was there today.   He would have told me…"

Looking sickened herself, Minerva replied.

"Remus, Sirius was the one who did it."

Remus felt himself freeze.

The clothes with the blood…

"Minerva, he's downstairs right now…"

She was suddenly all business.

"Keep him occupied.  I'll inform Albus and the DLE, and they'll be there in five minutes.  When they arrive come over.  I'm sure Harry would like to know we've got him."

Nodding, ending the fire-call, and going downstairs Remus tried to look as casual as possible, but on looking at Sirius' earnest face he felt his heart sink.  He'd forgiven Sirius for trying to kill Severus Snape; he'd forgiven Sirius for changing his name to Peter's in the Fidelius charm for Lily, James and Harry; but this time it was too, too much.  He found himself being glad that his old friend was surely going to get the Dementors' kiss.

Answering the door to Arthur and some aurors from the Ministry, Remus watched without any emotion but relief as Sirius was bound and his wand was snapped.

Sirius' eyes caught his, pleading, but he looked away in disgust and only heard as the aurors and Sirius disappeared with a pop using a portkey.

He felt a strong hand on his shoulder and found himself looking at a solemn Arthur Weasley.

"Tell me about Harry."

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Mia.