Love of My Life

By

Sandra Solaria Dees

Chapter One

Sirius grunted and threw the luggage on the floor, earning a glare from his husband. Remus set his suitcases on the bed and almost started to unpack when Sirius stopped him.

"Don't unpack now! We can do that after we visit Harry!" Sirius began hopping up and down.

"As long as you stop jumping," Remus sighed. Sirius grinned at him and gave the werewolf a kiss.

"Let's go!"

Remus shook his head. The Lupin-Blacks apparated to their son's flat.

"Harry!" Sirius shouted into the home. Remus backhanded the animagus in the stomach. "Oof!"

Remus walked through the living room and to the Boy-Who-Lived's room. Sirius followed his mate into the bedroom.

It had been one and a half years since they had seen or heard from anyone in Britain. They'd been on a mission for the Order, and couldn't have any contact with any friends or their adopted child.

But while they'd been gone, they never imagined that Harry would be lying in his bed with a baby in his arms. There were various things around Harry's bedroom that showed that the bay lived with him, and he wasn't just babysitting. Several bottles were strewn across the room, and clean and dirty baby clothes lain on the floor.

"We should wake him up," Remus spoke softly. Sirius nodded and leaned over to awaken Harry. The sleeping man groaned and carefully swatted at Sirius.

"Harry James Potter-Lupin-Black! Wake up!" Sirius shouted before realising that he probably shouldn't have with a baby in the room.

If the shouting didn't wake Harry, the crying of the baby in his arms did. Harry didn't even notice his adoptive parents as he tried to calm the child.

"Shh. Evan, it's all right," Harry cooed and rocked the baby. Almost instantly, the small boy stopped crying and started to suck his thumb.

"Harry," Remus said, startling him.

"You're back!" Harry smiled brightly at them.

"You have a baby," Sirius responded.

Harry nodded. "Yeah." He looked down at the baby and smiled softly at the black haired, blue-eyed baby.

"He's yours?" Remus sat on Harry's bed as their son sat up carefully, so as to not disturb the quiet child in his arms.

"Yes," Harry nodded again. "Do you want to hold him?"

Sirius nodded eagerly and took the baby in his arms. "What's his name?"

"Actually, I wanted to ask you...Can I name Sirius?" Harry glanced up at his dad, who was cradling his baby gently.

Sirius grinned brightly. "Of course you can name him after me!"

Harry smiled at the former convict. "I was going to ask you, and if you said no, I was going to ask Father."

"How did you decide who you wanted to ask first?" Remus asked as he took his grandson from his husband.

"Well, at first, I couldn't decide, but then I did eeny-meeny-miny-mo," Harry grinned as Sirius made a funny face at Evan, causing the baby to giggle.

"Harry...who's the other father?" Remus asked, turning fully to the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry dropped his head to look at his hands.

"I don't know," Harry whispered. The animagus and the werewolf both gasped.

"Harry, please tell me you got drunk at a party and can't remember who you slept with," Remus pleaded, already knowing the answer as Harry's shoulders began to shake. Harry shook his head, his hair creating a curtain in front of his face.

"I went to Diagon Alley to get some hangover remedies, and he grabbed me and pulled me back into an alley," Harry wiped at his face with the inside of his t-shirt.

After Harry had defeated Voldemort in the middle of his 7th year, he'd become depressed and had begun drinking. For almost four years, his friends and fathers had tried to get him to stop drinking.

"When did it happen?"

"It was about three months after you left," Harry looked up. "But I'm okay now. It's been over a year. And I had help, and now I have Sirius Evan," Harry took his son from his father. "And now you two are back and Evan can meet his grandparents."

Sensing that Harry wanted to change the mood, Sirius groaned and said," Grandparents? I feel so old!"

Harry laughed before yawning. He looked at the clock." It's only nine o'clock!"

"Sorry, but Sirius threw the suitcases and apparated here," Remus smiled apologetically. He took his grandson from Harry.

"S'okay," Harry yawned again. "I'm usually not up until 11."

"We'll come by later to catch up," Sirius ruffled Harry's already disastrous hair. "I need a nap."

"Are you going home to sleep, or are you going to unpack and everything?" Harry asked his fathers.

Sirius yawned. "I'm going to sleep."

Remus glared at his mate. "I'm not unpacking without him; he's helping me this time."

"Well, why apparate back and forth? You can sleep in the guest room," Harry told them as Remus handed him Evan. "You can have lunch with me when you wake up."

"We don't want to..."

"You won't be imposing," Harry smiled at his father, knowing what he would say. "Oh no. I forgot. Sev's coming over today for lunch."

"'Sev'?" Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"Severus Snape," Harry said, and without waiting for an explosion, he began explaining. "He's really been a great help. He even delivered Evan...I went into labour before Poppy Pomfrey could get here."

"I...he has to be civil, and I will be civil," Sirius sighed, shaking his head as Harry tried to sway him with a pout.

Harry smiled brightly." Thank you, dad. And he will be civil, I promise."

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Severus sighed as he apparated into Harry's flat. He knew that Harry would still be asleep. Every time he came for lunch (at Harry's insistence), he arrived at one, exactly. It was the time that Harry always told him to come, but every time, Severus had to wake his former student. And today was no different.

The Hogwart's Potions Professor smiled slightly as he entered the familiar bedroom. Harry held his baby protectively in his sleep, but the embrace was gentle. Severus brushed his fingertips over Evan's head softly. He did this every day he came over. He loved James's grandson as if he was his own child. Severus knew this. And that was why he accepted that he was in love with Evan's father.

"Sev?" Harry murmured, opening his eyes slightly. "You're early."

"No, I'm right on time," Severus smirked. "You've over slept again."

"Bugger!" Harry threw the covers off of him and handed Evan to his former professor. "I'll be out of the shower in five minutes."

Harry ran into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Every morning, Severus watched as Harry ran to the bathroom in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of boxers while he watched Evan for ten minutes. Severus carried the six month old to the kitchen and sat him in the high chair.

Exactly seven minutes later, Harry walked out, dripping wet. He wore blue jeans and an open long sleeved white shirt to Severus's black shirt and muggle trousers. Harry buttoned his shirt as he walked into the kitchen.

"You're getting an alarm clock for Christmas," Severus said as Harry took two glasses from a cabinet.

"You should just get here later," Harry retorted.

"You would still sleep until someone woke you up," Severus pointed out.

"You're probably right," Harry shook his head as he retrieved bread from another cabinet. "I feel like I'm forgetting something."

"The soup, Longbottom," the obsidian eyed man snorted as Harry glared at him.

"Sometimes, I wish a potion would explode and turn you pink," The Boy-Who-Lived sneered and set the glasses and bread on the table. He then opened the muggle fridge and took a soup pot out and set it on the table. "I've found that making something beforehand is less stressful, so it's cold."

"You come up with the oddest things. Of course, with fathers like yours..."

Harry smacked himself on the forehead. Both Evan and Severus looked at Harry.

"Father and Dad got back this morning. They're sleeping in the guest room," Harry explained.

"Merlin help us," Severus groaned.

"Dad has agreed to be civil, and I said you would be as well," Harry glared at his friend.

"I will be civil," Severus said the word distastefully. "Mind you, if he does anything..."

Harry cut him off. "He won't. Thank you Sev." He ran out of the kitchen to the guest room.

Severus looked at Evan and shook his head. "Your daddy is insane."

"Ba!" Evan grinned and began to chew on his hand.

End Chapter One

Thanks so much to my beta, Tristan and to my Britpicker, Essy. This chapter dedicated to jeeney, who was nice enough to draw my portrait, even though she had never seen me. The story is dedicated to my best friend Emilea, who didn't type this.