DESCLAIMER: You know I don't own them (What's the need of writing disclaimer? Rowling is not going to write slash anyway.)

SUMMARY: Harry accidentally sends himself back in time and ended up in Godrics Hollow. Soon he realizes that going back without Sirius would be torture. But love is not powerful enough to conquer fate. Or is it? Slash SB/HP

WARNING; Spoilers for all five books!

Hey a guy here's the next chapter! Hope you enjoy it.

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Harry tumbled out of the fireplace and landed on Sirius' house. He had drunk a lot of firewhiskey, atleast more than Sirius had and was having trouble standing up straight. He hadn't realized how strong this stuff could be, It was making him feel giddy and light hearted (not that he was complaining). He had barely moved from his position when the fire behind him burst to life once again and Sirius tumbled out of it falling right on top of Harry. In his drunken state Harry liked the feeling of Sirius' weight on top of him and giggled. Sirius pulled his face up and grinned widely making Harry sure that he appreciated their compromising position. He wriggled his hips so that their erections were pressing against each other's. A wave of pleasure shot through Harry, hardening his own erection and creating a desire for more contact. Sirius must have got the hint as he brought down his face and kissed Harry before he could even register what's going on.

Harry found himself in heavens as Sirius soft and slightly moist lips claimed his own. Without a second thought Harry responded to the kiss and opened his mouth so that Sirius' tongue can taste his. Sirius' hands were roving his body and his own hands had grasped Sirius' silky hairs. As their kiss deepened Sirius slipped his hands inside Harry's robes making him moan from pleasure. Encouraged by Harry's response Sirius pulled Harry's robes off and now his hands were roaming freely around his exposed chest. Soon Sirius' mouth replaced his hands as he sucked at Harry's nipple. Harry freed his hands from Sirius' hairs and was now prying Sirius offending clothes off as Sirius unzipped his pants. He then left Harry's nipple to pick Harry up as Harry licked Sirius' neck. When they reached Sirius' bedroom he dropped Harry on the bed and pulled off the already unzipped pants leaving Harry naked. He then removed his own clothes giving Harry a breathtaking view. He then crouched on all fours beside Harry's hardened erection and took it into his mouth as Harry let out a scream. Unconnected and incoherent speech was escaping his mouth as Sirius continued to nibble at his head. Outside the night's air rang with unheard screams of passion as two man made love.

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"Come in." A slightly hoarse voice rang as Lily knocked on a heavy wooden door with a silver plate saying Mr. L. M. Coleridge. Lily nervously opened the heavy door and entered a circular room, lighted by a single torch that was hanging from the wall. Directly opposite to the torch sat a dark figure whose eyes were fixed on it. This was the position in which Lily always found her Professor but it never failed to give her the creeps. Creepy yes, the man was certainly that but still Lily trusted him. Lily knew that no matter how creepy Mr. Coleridge was but still he had a good heart. But that didn't make her lessons more endurable. She knew that if she were given a choice she wouldn't have chosen Mr. Coleridge to penetrate her mind.

"You have a query Mrs. Potter?" Mr. Coleridge inquired with his eyes still on the blazing fire. Oh he must have read my mind, or whatever it is that is read by a Legilimens, Lily thought.

"Um… Well yes actually I want to ask you something Sir." Receiving no reply Lily went on. "I am not sure whether I should continue this." Still there was no reply. After waiting for him to speak for a while Lily, not sure about what to do next, went on. "Maybe—I don't know—maybe you made a mistake in selecting me cause I don't think I would be able to do this."

"Mrs. Potter I would make it clear before we proceed further that I had not made a mistake in selecting you." Mr. Coleridge spoke in his hoarse and low voice still not facing her.

"Well then err—I don't know but I—I feel different somehow." Lily continued unsure of what she should say (that man knew how to confuse her). "And I thought maybe it has something to do with my learning occlumency."

"Well you are mistaken there." He said after a while. "Occlumency has nothing to do with whatever you are experiencing. "

"So umm… Could you tell me why…" She trailed uncertainly.

"First I would need you to explain to me exactly what you are experiencing." He said raising his eyes to stare at her making her even more nervous.

"Well it happens that…" She repeated what she had told James in even more detail. There was along pause during which Professor Coleridge continued to stare at her. After what seems like hours he finally began to speak.

"I think I can trust you enough to think that you didn't think that your mind is weak?" And without waiting for an answer he continued. "I would not waste time in trying to decide what is not my decision you will decide it yourself. But still I would like to remind you that learning occlumency is not exploiting your emotions. Occlumency only makes your mind stronger it didn't present is as a target. My advice is only that that occlumency might be able to solve your problem and maybe it is the only solution. The decision must be taken by you and I shall not pressurize you."

"I would continue if you think I should." Lily said staring at her feet. "Maybe I would be able to find an answer to my problem."

"I appreciate your decision Mrs. Potter," Coleridge said getting as he stood up, "now we must continue the previous lesson."

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The following day Harry woke to the cheerful chirping of birds and a pounding headache. He dimly registered the change of usual surroundings as he turned around. Something was not right, he could feel it. Something was different but he couldn't put his finger on the problem. Unable to think clearly through his headache Harry decided to leave the bed and take a hot shower to subside his headache. He threw the covers off him and at once he was aware of the problem. He had been sleeping naked though he couldn't figure out why would he do that. He doesn't normally sleep without any clothes on. There was someone in the other room as well as he could hear a muffled whistle. A horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach was added to his pounding headache. He quickly found his pants and put them on though he couldn't find his shirt and robes anywhere. No surely this couldn't be what he thought it could be Harry found himself wishing desperately. But no matter how much he strained his memory he couldn't remember what happened last night after he got drunk.

The whistling outside grew louder and clearer and with a jolt Harry realized that he is going to face the girl to whom he lost his virginity (or at least he thought he had), his headache was forgotten as his heart was thumping against his chest. Hey wait a minute it doesn't sound like a girl is whistling. But before he could dwell much on the thought the door flew open and he came face to face with SIRIUS BLACK!

Sirius was looked quite cheerful and was only wearing his boxers. Harry gulped loudly and was as white as a ghost. Apparently Sirius didn't noticed, as he was busy grinning seductively. No he couldn't have done this. He had not slept with Sirius. He was his Godfather (atleast a future one), a bloke and whatmore to say? He was dead. He gulped again. Sirius must have noticed that as his grin disappeared and was replaced by a frown. Gathering all his courage he asked.

"Sirius I—I mean we—we didn't – didn't," Harry cleared his throat and went on. " I mean we didn't sleep together?" He was counting upon Sirius on this. Sirius has to say they didn't do anything last night. They couldn't have. It was wrong, nothing was more wrong than it was. But Sirius didn't say anything as Harry broke into cold sweat. Instead the frown on his forehead deepened and he continued to stare at Harry. After what seems like an eternity to Harry Sirius spoke.

"Neville I am sorry." He began, still frowning. "I didn't mean to. I mean we both were drunk. But don't worry I won't tell anyone not even James." Harry couldn't take it further. He was trembling as he raced to the bathroom right next to the bed. He knew Sirius had opened his mouth to say something but he didn't hear as he had shut the bathroom door behind him. He dropped to his knees as soon as he had locked the bathroom door, and hugged his knees. His whole body was shaking as he hugged his knees tighter. Tears were now pouring down his face and disgusting thoughts were chasing each other. What would Ron and Hermione say if they knew he had slept with Sirius? What his father would say if he came to know that his son had slept with his best friend? Was he gay? Did he seduce Sirius or it was the other was round? Would Sirius like to continue this new found relationship and would be heartbroken when Harry left him for his own time? But the most horrible one, which made him tremble even more was that that whether Sirius considered Harry a one-night stand and thought that Harry was just another whore crushing after him, too easy to persuade. No, Sirius wouldn't think about him that way, he scolded himself but another tiny voice said that he couldn't be sure.

Harry sat on the cold bathroom floor for what seems like an hour. He didn't know what he should do now. Should he ignore Sirius? He couldn't do that. He had such a small amount of time to spend with Sirius and he couldn't not talk with him. Not when he knew that he has to return to a Sirius less time. Well there was only one thing to do and he will do that no matter what. He will continue as usual and won't mention what had happened to anyone. Sirius has already promised that he wouldn't tell anyone. He'll just pretend that nothing had happened. He decided he'd leave the bathroom and change. As if on cue there was a knock on the bathroom door and Sirius muffled voice came.

"I have laid down your clothes on the bed. Come out now and change into them. James will be here in half an hour. Your breakfast is also ready."

"Ok" Harry said and was glad to know that his voice was not shaking. "You can go. And thanks for the bother."

"'Tis nothing." Sirius said and after a moment he heard a click as the door closed. Harry crept out of the bathroom when he was sure that the coast was clear. He quickly changed into some new robes, which Lily had bought him). When he entered the kitchen he was relieved to see that Sirius was not there. He quickly finished his breakfast. As he was washing his plates he heard a pop sound and a moment later James entered the kitchen.

"Morning Neville." James said cheerfully. "Ready to go?"

"Ah—yes lets go." Harry replied.

"So tell me Neville, did Sirius acted like a prat he is?" James said conversationally as they entered the parlor. Sirius was already sitting on a leather couch and huffed indignantly when he heard James comment. Obviously he had taken Harry's lead in ignoring the whole situation. "Come on Sirius you know yourself."

"That's why I am saying that I am not a prat and can behave when I wanted to." Sirius said and Harry was sure of a bitter edge in Sirius' voice.

"Come on Neville lets floo over to Godrics Hollow." James instructed Harry handing him some floo powder. "Lily must be waiting for us. Sirius after you return from work meet me in The Three Broomsticks" James added to Sirius.

Thanx to all those who reviewed. Sorry about the wait but I was really busy. You people want fluff? Fine you'll get it but now is not the time.