Rating: PG?
Genre: General
Pairing(s): Sirius/Remus
Warnings: Slash, shounen ai, whatever you wanna call it, all the same thing. Guy/guy romance! PEACE, LOVE, AND SHOUNEN AI! …I need to make a banner that says that. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT FOR THE PURPOSE OF FLAMING ME!
Disclaimer: ties a bow on Remus Wow, that can be taken in so many ways… leaves the leash on Sirius Whee, I like this. Let's shove 'em in a room together! plots realization ping I… don't own them. cries
Plot: Sirius, beyond the Veil, remembers. He feels all his past once again. Can feelings really bring a soldier home from the brink of death?
Notes: Okay, thank you for pointing out the mistake that Regulus was Sirius' younger brother. My father and younger brother kind of lost the book last year… and after intense, fiery searching, I found it again! -- huggle I'm never letting you go this time!
This was supposed to be a one-shot, but I've been guilt-tripped into one more chapter. But this is the final installment, nonetheless! Kami-sama, you people can be scary.
Wildwolf: Didn't take much to convince her, and not any scare tactic whatsoever. Only a few reviewers offhandedly mentioning that they wanted to see Remus' reaction and stuff like that.
Chibi: I felt guilt!
Wildwolf: You also banged your head on the dining room table.
Chibi: No, that's because it's before 9:00 AM and I'm tired. WAY too early for thought in the summer. yawns Well, on to it!
Sirius woke up the next morning to unholy amounts of sunshine for someone who was not a morning person.
He and Remus had sat up all night talking, the latter on the verge of tears and the former acting as if he's just come out of a waking dream. Remus had kept touching his face, over and over, with his soft fingertips. He had to assure himself again and again that the man before him was real and that he wasn't alone again.
They had fallen asleep finally on the couch. This was where they were now, Sirius' head lying comfortably in Remus' lap.
He sat up, almost ready to laugh. His poor lover's legs would be numb now, he knew. He took the liberty of stretching Remus out to a full laying position and walked around, taking in the sights and sounds. He heard every little thing now, everything that he would have ignored had this been a month ago.
Harry would no doubt be fighting to get back here. He'd probably arrive today. This made Sirius smile. He could feel complete. Maybe he'd make some breakfast. Harry probably wouldn't have eaten before he came and Remus hasn't eaten either. In fact, as his stomach reminded him, neither had he.
The house was incredibly quiet. He didn't dare wonder where that vile Kreacher was. The traitorous little wretch would pay later. Now was too good a time to waste on wrath.
Other than the lacking of Order members, the house seemed as large and desolate as he had left it before. He wished there were more people there. The silence was unnerving.
He used magic to make breakfast. If Remus wanted this big, handmade meal like he sometimes said that his mother would make, this wasn't the right place or time. Sirius, in truth, wished to be doing just about anything beside making breakfast since he wasn't a very good cook, magic or not, but he really couldn't complain. He had just survived death, or something close to it.
Halfway through making the meal, the door opened with a loud clatter. Sirius could vaguely hear his mother's portrait upstairs screaming. Now everything was too loud.
"Sirius!" Harry's voice yelled through the halls. Sirius laughed as Harry followed his nose to the kitchen doorway, where he stopped and stared. "Sirius… it's true, Professor Dumbledore didn't lie."
"Now why would he do that?" Sirius smiled. Green eyes watered, but no verbal reply came. With a sigh, Sirius opened his arms to welcome the boy. Harry ran and hugged him tightly.
"We all though we lost you." He sobbed into the dirty shirt.
"I thought you had as well."
"But you're back… for good! Aren't you?" Harry did as Remus had and touched his face over and over.
"Harry Potter! Really, do you think it's so easy to get rid of me?" He laughed. "I'm harder than a cockroach to be rid of."
"Though so much better looking than one." Sirius looked up and saw Remus standing in the doorway that Harry had been in. "Someone put a Silencing Charm on that woman, please."
"Morning." Sirius grinned apologetically.
Remus smiled, making Sirius' heart flutter. "Morning to you too. And you, Harry! How have you been?"
"Horrible." Harry relinquished his hold on his godfather. "I thought he was dead."
"So did I." Remus nodded, always-tired eyes moving from Harry to Sirius.
"Hey, what's burning?" Harry sniffed the air.
Sirius groaned. "That would be breakfast."
"Harry, we have something to tell you." Sirius leaned forward on the couch. Harry listened close, fearing the worst. What if he did have to go back? What if the Ministry was going to take him? What if this all really was a dream?
Remus looked assuredly at Sirius.
"Harry," the black-haired man continued to the boy that was nestled in an armchair across a small coffee table from him, "Remus and I… are in an unconventional relationship, according to normal standards." This wasn't exactly how he had imagined, but… "What I'm trying to say is that we're in love."
Harry looked at both of them slowly and Sirius' heart sped up. He could feel the worried falling sensation. But then, Harry smiled. "It wasn't too secretive."
"You knew?" Remus asked offhandedly.
"I had a hunch." Harry shrugged. "Hermione really thought so and voiced it to Ron and I one time." He straightened his posture a little and the smile that was reminiscent of James returned. "I'm happy for you two."
"Thanks." Sirius smiled, reaching to Remus on the other side of the couch and meeting his hand halfway. "Your sleuthing skills are better than James' though. I never will forgive him for reading my diary."
A laugh was shared. Everything was right. This… was how it should be.
One by one over the span of the next few days the members of the Order came by, visiting and making sure Sirius was there. Moody was the first to arrive later that day, declaring that he had to inspect Sirius to be sure it wasn't an imposter.
"Good to have you back, man." He said finally, convinced that he was who he claimed to be.
Tonks furiously hugged him, welcoming her favorite relative back.
"What can I say?" Sirius grinned jokingly. "I'm Houdini. I escaped Azkaban, Hogwarts, and Death himself, all in a span of a little less than four years."
The Weasley family came, toting Hermione with them. Arthur clapped him on the back, Molly apologized for being so harsh, though hinted that she wouldn't relinquish that, and Ron and Hermione hugged onto him much like Harry had done. Harry revisited the arms of his godfather as well, fervor in his own hold.
"Okay, okay." Remus chuckled. "I think you're choking him."
"Yeah." Harry back a few steps away. "Ron! Hermione! I have so much to tell you now." He raised an eyebrow at Sirius and Remus.
"Don't be gone too long!" Molly called after them. "Sirius, if I can possibly borrow your kitchen, I think it may be time for lunch."
Everyone dispersed and the crowd was left with as much evidence on the room as a dream would have. The only remnant was the sound heard elsewhere in the house and that took no physical hold on them.
"My turn." Remus remarked, hugging Sirius from behind. His cheek rested on Sirius' shoulder. "I love you."
"I love you too." Sirius returned after a pause. He had to take the moment in and appreciate it before breaking it. He turned in Remus' arms to face him. The other smiled up at him, gazing into gray eyes.
"I knew it!" They heard Hermione yell in triumph from another room. Both of them laughed, the moment now broken.
"This is perfection."
"Hm?" Remus asked.
"This." Sirius gestured around them before putting his arms around Remus. "What I have now. My luck is terrific. I escape everything, I get the family I've wanted for the past fourteen years, and I get to keep it this time."
Remus laughed. "I sure hope."
"Someone may walk in." Sirius warned as Remus lifted his head to kiss him.
"Do you think I care?" He smiled, noticing that Tonks' footsteps were nearby and she would indeed see them, but not caring. She had her suspicions—girls were surprisingly good at finding out these things.
"I'm rubbing off on you." He connected their lips and they held their place, lost now in perfection and not willing to relinquish it. Perfection is impossible to find within humanity, as heaven is impossible to find on Earth. But maybe Perfection has allowed herself to be grasped for even a few moments by a handful of human mortals. Her magic, unlike that of the two now encompassed, flowed around them, ensnaring in a pleasurable trap with the most alluring bait. They were now stuck in this life, but neither would complain. This life was the creation of Perfection.
Why through away perfection?
Chibi: Wow, I just took an online quiz that diagnosed me (Though not officially! Wow, that rhymed…) with very high chance of borderline and high chance of schizotypal. I feel so… loved. Or tired. But now it's night and Conan's about to come on. Moonlight Sonata murder case… kami-sama, these are old notes. I've been scanning old Genealogy-related documents for hours and found out that I had a not-related-by-blood distant relative named Tobias. I like that name.
Wildwolf: The long paragraph right there was confusing.
Chibi: That's called me typing at what is now 8:30 AM while really needing a shower and having a dog who is afraid of thunder trying to claw herself into my lap because there's a storm outside.
Wildwolf: And you're on the computer during the storm.
Chibi: Yes. And this fic was not read over, I just posted it as soon as I was finished typing. Hope you're all happy (not said snidely, but sincerely!) and continue to be happy throughout the rest of spring and the summer season. Also, the rest of your lives. Bye-bye! furious Chibi wave!