Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot line, the rest of it, aside from
the unfamiliar, belongs to JK Rowling.
A/N: This is a Harry/Sirius Slash story, mixed in with a Lily & James come back to life (later in the story). It's timed to after Hogwarts & Voldemort's defeat. I'm thrilled at the response this is getting, and hope you all continue to like it. Keep reading!
To address a few issues:
The whole 'virgin' comment - They're just teasing Harry, as he really hasn't dated since his wife and daughter were killed. So in a way he's a born-again virgin. Technically it's an inside joke that's become something their group of friends laughs at whenever their together as Harry literally has no love-life. On top of that, when he was married, it wasn't for long, and he rarely saw his wife, or later his daughter (what little time he had with the precious munchkin), so it's not like he had a very active sex life. : )
Orion Black - he would be Sirius's brother. He helped during the battles immensely, and he'll be mentioned throughout the story periodically. He'll be gradually introduced though, as will other siblings of Sirius's.
Yes, Harry is bisexual.
Someone mentioned Harry getting pregnant. . .I must be extremely predictable, but yes there will be a male, more specifically Harry, pregnancy. I can't help it, picturing Harry pregnant with little Harry's running around just looks too adorable in my head to not write it!
Review please!
(Try to keep negative comments to yourself unless they're constructive criticism please!)
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After the War
Chapter Two: The Beginning of a Set Up
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One Week Later. . .
Harry rolled over, pushing his face further into the pillows and hoping to ignore the sound of the Muggle telephone ringing. He only had one both for his Muggle relatives to be able to find him if for some un-known reason they actually wanted to, for emergencies, and for Hermione to call him on. Of course, he had inadvertently used it to keep in contact with the Muggle World as well when dating, that is, when he did on the rare occasion, date.
Giving up after the third ring, Harry rolled over again and picked up the phone, answering it with a tired, "Potter Palace, place where people tend to sleep, how may I help you?"
There was a feminine chuckle on the other end followed by a, "Harry! I'm so sorry to wake you up! But I'm glad you're home, Arto, Remus, Severus and I just sent you an enchanted letter from the person we're setting you up with. Remus and Severus helped him write the letter, and my owl should be there soon."
Groaning slightly Harry answered her sarcastically, "Hermione, love, did you have to call at the crack of dawn to tell me this?"
Hermione snorted and said, "Well I just thought you'd want to know. Aila misses her godfather you know. Wouldn't you just love to take her for a night? Maybe a week?"
Harry chuckled and said, "I miss Aila too, and if you really need a night away from her that badly you can bring her over later tonight. I'm watching Chester and Aubrie later this afternoon so that Ron and Annette can go shopping for Chester's birthday together."
Hermione was grinning on the other end of the line and said, "Perfect! I'll drop Aila off around six then?"
Harry nodded and then remembering she couldn't see him, responded, "Of course. Ron and Annette should be done by then. At least I hope so. This guy you're setting me up with doesn't have an aversion to children does he? Because I somehow get the feeling that my house isn't about to stop being run down by my godchildren any time soon."
Hermione laughed out loud at that, oh if only he knew who he was talking about! Harry could hear her grin as she responded, "Oh no! Harry you're absolutely perfect for this one, and he's perfect for you. You both hate fame with a passion, love children with an equal passion, and want someone serious to settle down with. Not to mention both of you wanted someone who liked dogs or at least didn't mind them."
Harry's nose wrinkled slightly at that and then he looked over at the time before saying, "Shit! Hermione I've got to go. I promised Fred I'd help with the Hogwarts students this weekend."
Hermione clucked her tongue slightly in disapproval. Once she and Ron found out that Harry had continuously donated a rather large sum of money to the twins for them to use in their experiments, there had been a very large row over Harry, Fred and George's choice of employment. Of course, Harry's only part was to help out between the two shops that he'd purchased for them to use, and then help run them.
Harry of course publicly helped the store by making sure to include that he had not only financially aided the store, but was a partner in business with Fred and George, as well as helped to run both stores from time to time. Which meant often times that the customers came in hoping to catch sight of Harry, but left having bought at the least a little something, if only to tell their families that they'd purchased something from the same store Harry Potter worked in and owned.
Harry frowned and muttered, "Don't start Hermione, I'll see you and Arto and Aila later tonight. Bye!"
Hermione didn't have time to respond as Harry had already hung up the phone and was frantically running about trying to get in time to change, hex his hair into controllability, grab something to eat and leave. Ten minutes later he was in the store in Hogsmeade, which was already over-run with Hogwarts students from the 3rd year and up in age. Fred looked up and called out, "Oy! Harry! You want to run the blasted register or frantically try to keep the shelves stocked?"
Harry grinned and said, "I'll stock and then take over for you Fred."
Fred just nodded and went back to filling up bags and ringing up various joke and sweet products to keep the kiddies happy. Harry of course, grinned as he greeted various students and Professors from Hogwarts who where out shopping for the day. And of course, the store was almost instantly filled with students who'd heard that Harry Potter was there today.
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Harry groaned as he apparated home later that day, utterly exhausted. Tiredly he called out, "Cassie!"
One of his house elves, dressed in perfectly made house-elf clothing appeared instantly appeared next to him and asked, "Yes, Master Harry?"
He had tried, in vain, to get them to call him simply 'Harry'. After a year he gave up and let them call him 'Master Harry', however he had refused to go by 'Master Potter'. He had gotten away, somehow, with convincing them to receive payment for their services, barely a sickle each, but it was something. His elves insisted they only use such money to buy themselves proper attire for being seen inside the Potter Mansion.
Smiling he asked, "Cassie, love, will you make sure that the nursery my godchildren use is cleaned up? Ron and Annette are stopping by to drop of Chester and Aubrie. And then after dinner Hermione and Arto are dropping Aila off for the night."
Cassie smiled wider; unlike some of the house-elves she loved seeing Harry's godchildren come over. Cassie immediately nodded and said, "Of course Master Harry. Would Master Harry like anything else?"
Harry nodded and then said, "Have a few of the other elves drop by Ron and Annette's house while they're out shopping and Chester and Aubrie are here. Annette could use a day off of cleaning, and preparing dinner. Have whoever goes do any cleaning, laundry, mending and cooking that needs to be done, leaving dinner on the table for them with warming charms."
Cassie nodded her acceptance and then replied, "Yes, Master Harry. Is that all?"
Harry smiled and said, "Thank you Cassie, and thank everyone else for me as well. I simply don't know what I'd do without you all here."
Cassie grinned at the praise and said, "Thank you Master Harry!"
Harry shook his head as Cassie disappeared with a 'pop'. He truly didn't understand his elves sometimes; you would think he would considering the twenty-five that he employed. Walking up to his room, he shed his clothing on his way to the bathroom, where a nice warm bubble bath was already drawn. He had yet to figure out which of his house-elves did that for him, but loved it nonetheless.
After a quick, and relaxing bath, he remembered he was supposed to have an owl waiting for him somewhere. Curious as to whom Hermione had set him up with, he summoned a house-elf quickly. After a few moments one appeared, and Harry asked, "Hattie! Did an owl come for me while I was out?"
Hattie nodded and replied, "Yes Master Harry. Spike put the letter on Master Harry's bedside table."
Harry smiled at the house-elf who had tutted slightly before mentioning the other elf's involvement with the owl, and then said, "Thank you Hattie."
Quickly going into his bedroom from the bathroom, Harry cast a drying charm on himself and dressed before checking the bedside table. Hopefully Spike had put the letter on the correct bedside table and he wouldn't have to call another house-elf to find it for him this time.
He loved the old elf, but in his old age he was somewhat forgetful. Sure enough though, the letter was sitting on top of the bedside table waiting for him to open it up and read it. Hands shaking slightly, he picked it up and read the letter.
"Dear Harry,
Yes, I know your name is Harry. More specifically I know that you're Harry Potter. Hermione Taneli, Remus Lupin and Severus Snape seem to find the situation completely amusing that we've had feelings for one another for quite some time and not even realized it ourselves. Well, at least I do, and I hope you do as well. I'm not sure what Hermione will have told you by the time you read this, but I'm an older man, nearly twice your age.
I live in Ireland and work for the Ministry. I'd tell you the position I'm in, however I might as well tell you my name if I do so. Remus and Severus, who are reading this as I write it, have instructed me not to give out any more personal information, as to keep my identity from you. I'm not sure whether or not I agree, but will play along with their silly ideas for now.
Do you by chance know these men well? I find them abnormally annoying and obnoxious at the moment, as they're suggesting what to write. Ignoring them for a moment, I'd like to say I've been to several of the recent Puddlemore United's Quidditch matches. I must tell you that you appear to have a natural talent as far as your Seeker skills are concerned.
I used to play Quidditch when I attended Hogwarts, the Beater Position, though it's been quite some time since I've personally played a game. I'd like to mention though, I'm not involved in this set up to gain fame for myself. I have enough of it as is, I had my own part to play in this past war. I'd personally love to tell the press where they could put their quills.
I'm honestly not sure what you want to talk about in these letters, or how you want to approach getting to know one another through them. Let me know however, if you come up with anything for us to talk about in here. I should probably tell you right away though, that I find you incredibly handsome, and am undeniably attracted to you.
Remus and Severus once again insist that I tell you more about myself, including my uh, 'sexual habits'. While explaining to you would be wonderful, I'd rather you find out on your own. As for dating, I haven't dated in nearly a year as I've found that I have been slowly acknowledging that I do indeed have feelings for you that I'd like to share with you, and I hope that you might feel the same.
I hope to get your reply soon,
Yours,
S"
Harry blinked, read the letter twice, and then tried to figure out why the handwriting looked familiar. After twenty minutes of staring at the letter though, he gave up and decided to start his response immediately. The man seemed relatively nice, and so perhaps this would work between them.
His brain was already mentally supplying, 'Why don't you just talk to Padfoot about how you feel for him instead of wasting your time on whoever this is. You know it's pointless to start something with this man when you're in love with someone else!'
Shaking his head slightly, Harry sighed. He simply couldn't bring himself to admit to Sirius's face that he was in love with his godfather. Then an idea hit him, he would set up a date for himself with this man for the next weekend, and if after a few dates he wasn't over Sirius, he would tell Sirius how he felt. It was a brilliant plan in his opinion, and completely full proof. With that in mind, he replied immediately.
"Dear S,
I must admit that your letter was rather refreshing to read, as my usual mail is from overly obsessed fans. Remus and Severus are indeed personal friends of mine, very close actually. I can freely admit that they are both intelligent, resourceful, proud, annoying, over-bearing, extremely protective, know-it-all bastards who are both high on too many potions fumes. (In hindsight, I should ask you now not to mention that to them.)
I'm certain they mean well though. While getting to know one another through letters sent by owls to one another would be wonderful, I would much rather simply meet face to face and see if we aren't attracted to one another and whether the Chemistry that appears to be in the letters is real.
That said, I would like to suggest that we meet next Friday night at a Muggle Restaurant (for privacy) and have a nice dinner together. Perhaps if dinner goes well, then a movie either at the Muggle theater or a Wizarding theater or something else along those lines.
You wrote that you have feelings for me, which is wonderful for me to know going into this. My own dating habits are a bit embarrassing. I haven't dated much since my wife and daughter were murdered during the war, and the few dates I've had have been disasters.
George Wood (formerly Weasley) and I dated for a very brief time, only until we opened our eyes and realized we did love one another. That is, as brothers. Shortly after which I realized my feelings for someone else, and haven't dated since.
Hopefully our meeting will be a good thing, Owl back soon if that works for you.
And as for, sexual appetites, I sincerely hope you're the type that likes to 'top'.
Yours truly,
Harry"
That done, Harry summoned his house elf Deneb, who immediately took the letter to the owl who was still waiting for Harry's reply. Harry smiled slightly, before turning lying down on his bed with the latest Quidditch Journal, along with his copy of the latest DADA book (written by Remus and Severus of course). It wouldn't be long before his house was over run with his godchildren, and he would need to rest a bit before dealing with them that afternoon.
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The next morning, Hermione stopped by to pick up Aila with a large grin spread across her face. Harry took one look at Hermione and muttered, "I had best get something out of this date with this person you're setting me up with. The letter I received was fairly nice."
Hermione chuckled and said, "I wouldn't worry Harry, honestly I wouldn't. I really think you'll be happy with this one. You're both absolutely perfect for one another."
Harry smiled and then said, "Well, alright. Aila's up in the nursery."
Hermione shook her head slightly at that and said, "Honestly Harry, I know you have several godchildren, but do you really need to set up a nursery?"
Harry frowned as they walked towards it and then said, "Of course I do. They need their own special bed to sleep in when they're here. One never knows when it will be needed, and my house will always be open to them. Each of them, and their parents of course."
Hermione laughed slightly and smiling said, "Oh, Harry, you simply spoil us all rotten."
Harry smiled and then opened the door to the nursery for her before following her into the room. Hermione quickly picked up Aila and then after talking briefly with Harry for a moment, left for her house. Harry simply shook his head and smiled as they left. Shortly after they left, an owl came with his mystery date's response to the letter he'd sent the day before.
Smiling, and with trembling hands, Harry opened up the letter. He was nervous about what he would be reading, but hoped all the same that the man had been receptive to their tentative plans. He couldn't imagine letting the writing between the two go on for long at all, he much preferred actually dating the person instead of the owl.
"Dear Harry,
I'd love to meet with you then. This owl will be slightly short, but I figured we should make arrangements before we actually start up on the writing again. I hope that seeing me face to face won't come as too much of a shock to you, but if it does know that while I'll be hurt, it will only be briefly.
I was hoping we could go to a restaurant called Roberto's. It's Italian, and I know you like that food, so hopefully that works for you. Let me know if it doesn't, or if there's somewhere you'd rather go.
Love,
S."
Harry gapped slightly at the short letter. How did this man know Roberto's was one of his favorite restaurants? He went there occasionally with Draco and Athena, or the short once-a-month meetings with Ron and Hermione the three still got together for. No matter, that was perfect, the restaurant utterly refused to allow press of any kind inside, and if they got a single complaint about a customer being harassed, the harasser was thrown out of the area immediately.
It was a wonderful idea, and he wished he'd suggested it first, but immediately replied that he'd go to that restaurant, and said that he would have suggested it himself. Harry sent the letter off with the owl, and then full of excitement, rushed off to pick out his outfit for the following Friday. Yes it was a week away, but he wanted to be as sexy as possible, perhaps this one would work out? After all, they had the same tastes in food.
He quickly decided on two things though. If this worked out even slightly though, it would be his sign that he wasn't supposed to be with Sirius. However, if it didn't work out, he would immediately sit down with Sirius and explain the way he felt to see if there was even the smallest chance that Sirius returned his feelings. Hopefully, he would still have Sirius in his life after that confession.
If only he knew how absolutely amusing his thoughts just then would have been to his friends.
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Sorry this one is so much shorter than the last, but I got stuck quite a few times, and so yeah. Here it is. Hopefully the next chapter won't take so long. Regardless, thank you all for being patient, here it is (
I hope you all enjoy it, but as I said in the last chapter, dealing with Sirius/Harry romantically. . . .
Well you have to be careful! Because if you write it a certain way it's absolutely disgusting, but if you write it oh so carefully it's beautiful. SO in order to come off as it not being utterly wrong and disgusting, even to me, it has to be dealt with using the same tenderness you would use with a baby unicorn. Hopefully I'm being successful thus far, even though there's no actual Harry/Sirius action.
Review Please! I love to hear from you!
A/N: This is a Harry/Sirius Slash story, mixed in with a Lily & James come back to life (later in the story). It's timed to after Hogwarts & Voldemort's defeat. I'm thrilled at the response this is getting, and hope you all continue to like it. Keep reading!
To address a few issues:
The whole 'virgin' comment - They're just teasing Harry, as he really hasn't dated since his wife and daughter were killed. So in a way he's a born-again virgin. Technically it's an inside joke that's become something their group of friends laughs at whenever their together as Harry literally has no love-life. On top of that, when he was married, it wasn't for long, and he rarely saw his wife, or later his daughter (what little time he had with the precious munchkin), so it's not like he had a very active sex life. : )
Orion Black - he would be Sirius's brother. He helped during the battles immensely, and he'll be mentioned throughout the story periodically. He'll be gradually introduced though, as will other siblings of Sirius's.
Yes, Harry is bisexual.
Someone mentioned Harry getting pregnant. . .I must be extremely predictable, but yes there will be a male, more specifically Harry, pregnancy. I can't help it, picturing Harry pregnant with little Harry's running around just looks too adorable in my head to not write it!
Review please!
(Try to keep negative comments to yourself unless they're constructive criticism please!)
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After the War
Chapter Two: The Beginning of a Set Up
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One Week Later. . .
Harry rolled over, pushing his face further into the pillows and hoping to ignore the sound of the Muggle telephone ringing. He only had one both for his Muggle relatives to be able to find him if for some un-known reason they actually wanted to, for emergencies, and for Hermione to call him on. Of course, he had inadvertently used it to keep in contact with the Muggle World as well when dating, that is, when he did on the rare occasion, date.
Giving up after the third ring, Harry rolled over again and picked up the phone, answering it with a tired, "Potter Palace, place where people tend to sleep, how may I help you?"
There was a feminine chuckle on the other end followed by a, "Harry! I'm so sorry to wake you up! But I'm glad you're home, Arto, Remus, Severus and I just sent you an enchanted letter from the person we're setting you up with. Remus and Severus helped him write the letter, and my owl should be there soon."
Groaning slightly Harry answered her sarcastically, "Hermione, love, did you have to call at the crack of dawn to tell me this?"
Hermione snorted and said, "Well I just thought you'd want to know. Aila misses her godfather you know. Wouldn't you just love to take her for a night? Maybe a week?"
Harry chuckled and said, "I miss Aila too, and if you really need a night away from her that badly you can bring her over later tonight. I'm watching Chester and Aubrie later this afternoon so that Ron and Annette can go shopping for Chester's birthday together."
Hermione was grinning on the other end of the line and said, "Perfect! I'll drop Aila off around six then?"
Harry nodded and then remembering she couldn't see him, responded, "Of course. Ron and Annette should be done by then. At least I hope so. This guy you're setting me up with doesn't have an aversion to children does he? Because I somehow get the feeling that my house isn't about to stop being run down by my godchildren any time soon."
Hermione laughed out loud at that, oh if only he knew who he was talking about! Harry could hear her grin as she responded, "Oh no! Harry you're absolutely perfect for this one, and he's perfect for you. You both hate fame with a passion, love children with an equal passion, and want someone serious to settle down with. Not to mention both of you wanted someone who liked dogs or at least didn't mind them."
Harry's nose wrinkled slightly at that and then he looked over at the time before saying, "Shit! Hermione I've got to go. I promised Fred I'd help with the Hogwarts students this weekend."
Hermione clucked her tongue slightly in disapproval. Once she and Ron found out that Harry had continuously donated a rather large sum of money to the twins for them to use in their experiments, there had been a very large row over Harry, Fred and George's choice of employment. Of course, Harry's only part was to help out between the two shops that he'd purchased for them to use, and then help run them.
Harry of course publicly helped the store by making sure to include that he had not only financially aided the store, but was a partner in business with Fred and George, as well as helped to run both stores from time to time. Which meant often times that the customers came in hoping to catch sight of Harry, but left having bought at the least a little something, if only to tell their families that they'd purchased something from the same store Harry Potter worked in and owned.
Harry frowned and muttered, "Don't start Hermione, I'll see you and Arto and Aila later tonight. Bye!"
Hermione didn't have time to respond as Harry had already hung up the phone and was frantically running about trying to get in time to change, hex his hair into controllability, grab something to eat and leave. Ten minutes later he was in the store in Hogsmeade, which was already over-run with Hogwarts students from the 3rd year and up in age. Fred looked up and called out, "Oy! Harry! You want to run the blasted register or frantically try to keep the shelves stocked?"
Harry grinned and said, "I'll stock and then take over for you Fred."
Fred just nodded and went back to filling up bags and ringing up various joke and sweet products to keep the kiddies happy. Harry of course, grinned as he greeted various students and Professors from Hogwarts who where out shopping for the day. And of course, the store was almost instantly filled with students who'd heard that Harry Potter was there today.
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Harry groaned as he apparated home later that day, utterly exhausted. Tiredly he called out, "Cassie!"
One of his house elves, dressed in perfectly made house-elf clothing appeared instantly appeared next to him and asked, "Yes, Master Harry?"
He had tried, in vain, to get them to call him simply 'Harry'. After a year he gave up and let them call him 'Master Harry', however he had refused to go by 'Master Potter'. He had gotten away, somehow, with convincing them to receive payment for their services, barely a sickle each, but it was something. His elves insisted they only use such money to buy themselves proper attire for being seen inside the Potter Mansion.
Smiling he asked, "Cassie, love, will you make sure that the nursery my godchildren use is cleaned up? Ron and Annette are stopping by to drop of Chester and Aubrie. And then after dinner Hermione and Arto are dropping Aila off for the night."
Cassie smiled wider; unlike some of the house-elves she loved seeing Harry's godchildren come over. Cassie immediately nodded and said, "Of course Master Harry. Would Master Harry like anything else?"
Harry nodded and then said, "Have a few of the other elves drop by Ron and Annette's house while they're out shopping and Chester and Aubrie are here. Annette could use a day off of cleaning, and preparing dinner. Have whoever goes do any cleaning, laundry, mending and cooking that needs to be done, leaving dinner on the table for them with warming charms."
Cassie nodded her acceptance and then replied, "Yes, Master Harry. Is that all?"
Harry smiled and said, "Thank you Cassie, and thank everyone else for me as well. I simply don't know what I'd do without you all here."
Cassie grinned at the praise and said, "Thank you Master Harry!"
Harry shook his head as Cassie disappeared with a 'pop'. He truly didn't understand his elves sometimes; you would think he would considering the twenty-five that he employed. Walking up to his room, he shed his clothing on his way to the bathroom, where a nice warm bubble bath was already drawn. He had yet to figure out which of his house-elves did that for him, but loved it nonetheless.
After a quick, and relaxing bath, he remembered he was supposed to have an owl waiting for him somewhere. Curious as to whom Hermione had set him up with, he summoned a house-elf quickly. After a few moments one appeared, and Harry asked, "Hattie! Did an owl come for me while I was out?"
Hattie nodded and replied, "Yes Master Harry. Spike put the letter on Master Harry's bedside table."
Harry smiled at the house-elf who had tutted slightly before mentioning the other elf's involvement with the owl, and then said, "Thank you Hattie."
Quickly going into his bedroom from the bathroom, Harry cast a drying charm on himself and dressed before checking the bedside table. Hopefully Spike had put the letter on the correct bedside table and he wouldn't have to call another house-elf to find it for him this time.
He loved the old elf, but in his old age he was somewhat forgetful. Sure enough though, the letter was sitting on top of the bedside table waiting for him to open it up and read it. Hands shaking slightly, he picked it up and read the letter.
"Dear Harry,
Yes, I know your name is Harry. More specifically I know that you're Harry Potter. Hermione Taneli, Remus Lupin and Severus Snape seem to find the situation completely amusing that we've had feelings for one another for quite some time and not even realized it ourselves. Well, at least I do, and I hope you do as well. I'm not sure what Hermione will have told you by the time you read this, but I'm an older man, nearly twice your age.
I live in Ireland and work for the Ministry. I'd tell you the position I'm in, however I might as well tell you my name if I do so. Remus and Severus, who are reading this as I write it, have instructed me not to give out any more personal information, as to keep my identity from you. I'm not sure whether or not I agree, but will play along with their silly ideas for now.
Do you by chance know these men well? I find them abnormally annoying and obnoxious at the moment, as they're suggesting what to write. Ignoring them for a moment, I'd like to say I've been to several of the recent Puddlemore United's Quidditch matches. I must tell you that you appear to have a natural talent as far as your Seeker skills are concerned.
I used to play Quidditch when I attended Hogwarts, the Beater Position, though it's been quite some time since I've personally played a game. I'd like to mention though, I'm not involved in this set up to gain fame for myself. I have enough of it as is, I had my own part to play in this past war. I'd personally love to tell the press where they could put their quills.
I'm honestly not sure what you want to talk about in these letters, or how you want to approach getting to know one another through them. Let me know however, if you come up with anything for us to talk about in here. I should probably tell you right away though, that I find you incredibly handsome, and am undeniably attracted to you.
Remus and Severus once again insist that I tell you more about myself, including my uh, 'sexual habits'. While explaining to you would be wonderful, I'd rather you find out on your own. As for dating, I haven't dated in nearly a year as I've found that I have been slowly acknowledging that I do indeed have feelings for you that I'd like to share with you, and I hope that you might feel the same.
I hope to get your reply soon,
Yours,
S"
Harry blinked, read the letter twice, and then tried to figure out why the handwriting looked familiar. After twenty minutes of staring at the letter though, he gave up and decided to start his response immediately. The man seemed relatively nice, and so perhaps this would work between them.
His brain was already mentally supplying, 'Why don't you just talk to Padfoot about how you feel for him instead of wasting your time on whoever this is. You know it's pointless to start something with this man when you're in love with someone else!'
Shaking his head slightly, Harry sighed. He simply couldn't bring himself to admit to Sirius's face that he was in love with his godfather. Then an idea hit him, he would set up a date for himself with this man for the next weekend, and if after a few dates he wasn't over Sirius, he would tell Sirius how he felt. It was a brilliant plan in his opinion, and completely full proof. With that in mind, he replied immediately.
"Dear S,
I must admit that your letter was rather refreshing to read, as my usual mail is from overly obsessed fans. Remus and Severus are indeed personal friends of mine, very close actually. I can freely admit that they are both intelligent, resourceful, proud, annoying, over-bearing, extremely protective, know-it-all bastards who are both high on too many potions fumes. (In hindsight, I should ask you now not to mention that to them.)
I'm certain they mean well though. While getting to know one another through letters sent by owls to one another would be wonderful, I would much rather simply meet face to face and see if we aren't attracted to one another and whether the Chemistry that appears to be in the letters is real.
That said, I would like to suggest that we meet next Friday night at a Muggle Restaurant (for privacy) and have a nice dinner together. Perhaps if dinner goes well, then a movie either at the Muggle theater or a Wizarding theater or something else along those lines.
You wrote that you have feelings for me, which is wonderful for me to know going into this. My own dating habits are a bit embarrassing. I haven't dated much since my wife and daughter were murdered during the war, and the few dates I've had have been disasters.
George Wood (formerly Weasley) and I dated for a very brief time, only until we opened our eyes and realized we did love one another. That is, as brothers. Shortly after which I realized my feelings for someone else, and haven't dated since.
Hopefully our meeting will be a good thing, Owl back soon if that works for you.
And as for, sexual appetites, I sincerely hope you're the type that likes to 'top'.
Yours truly,
Harry"
That done, Harry summoned his house elf Deneb, who immediately took the letter to the owl who was still waiting for Harry's reply. Harry smiled slightly, before turning lying down on his bed with the latest Quidditch Journal, along with his copy of the latest DADA book (written by Remus and Severus of course). It wouldn't be long before his house was over run with his godchildren, and he would need to rest a bit before dealing with them that afternoon.
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The next morning, Hermione stopped by to pick up Aila with a large grin spread across her face. Harry took one look at Hermione and muttered, "I had best get something out of this date with this person you're setting me up with. The letter I received was fairly nice."
Hermione chuckled and said, "I wouldn't worry Harry, honestly I wouldn't. I really think you'll be happy with this one. You're both absolutely perfect for one another."
Harry smiled and then said, "Well, alright. Aila's up in the nursery."
Hermione shook her head slightly at that and said, "Honestly Harry, I know you have several godchildren, but do you really need to set up a nursery?"
Harry frowned as they walked towards it and then said, "Of course I do. They need their own special bed to sleep in when they're here. One never knows when it will be needed, and my house will always be open to them. Each of them, and their parents of course."
Hermione laughed slightly and smiling said, "Oh, Harry, you simply spoil us all rotten."
Harry smiled and then opened the door to the nursery for her before following her into the room. Hermione quickly picked up Aila and then after talking briefly with Harry for a moment, left for her house. Harry simply shook his head and smiled as they left. Shortly after they left, an owl came with his mystery date's response to the letter he'd sent the day before.
Smiling, and with trembling hands, Harry opened up the letter. He was nervous about what he would be reading, but hoped all the same that the man had been receptive to their tentative plans. He couldn't imagine letting the writing between the two go on for long at all, he much preferred actually dating the person instead of the owl.
"Dear Harry,
I'd love to meet with you then. This owl will be slightly short, but I figured we should make arrangements before we actually start up on the writing again. I hope that seeing me face to face won't come as too much of a shock to you, but if it does know that while I'll be hurt, it will only be briefly.
I was hoping we could go to a restaurant called Roberto's. It's Italian, and I know you like that food, so hopefully that works for you. Let me know if it doesn't, or if there's somewhere you'd rather go.
Love,
S."
Harry gapped slightly at the short letter. How did this man know Roberto's was one of his favorite restaurants? He went there occasionally with Draco and Athena, or the short once-a-month meetings with Ron and Hermione the three still got together for. No matter, that was perfect, the restaurant utterly refused to allow press of any kind inside, and if they got a single complaint about a customer being harassed, the harasser was thrown out of the area immediately.
It was a wonderful idea, and he wished he'd suggested it first, but immediately replied that he'd go to that restaurant, and said that he would have suggested it himself. Harry sent the letter off with the owl, and then full of excitement, rushed off to pick out his outfit for the following Friday. Yes it was a week away, but he wanted to be as sexy as possible, perhaps this one would work out? After all, they had the same tastes in food.
He quickly decided on two things though. If this worked out even slightly though, it would be his sign that he wasn't supposed to be with Sirius. However, if it didn't work out, he would immediately sit down with Sirius and explain the way he felt to see if there was even the smallest chance that Sirius returned his feelings. Hopefully, he would still have Sirius in his life after that confession.
If only he knew how absolutely amusing his thoughts just then would have been to his friends.
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Sorry this one is so much shorter than the last, but I got stuck quite a few times, and so yeah. Here it is. Hopefully the next chapter won't take so long. Regardless, thank you all for being patient, here it is (
I hope you all enjoy it, but as I said in the last chapter, dealing with Sirius/Harry romantically. . . .
Well you have to be careful! Because if you write it a certain way it's absolutely disgusting, but if you write it oh so carefully it's beautiful. SO in order to come off as it not being utterly wrong and disgusting, even to me, it has to be dealt with using the same tenderness you would use with a baby unicorn. Hopefully I'm being successful thus far, even though there's no actual Harry/Sirius action.
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