Chapter 2 – Don't Burn The Flesh
Harry found himself sitting in his room once again. He was going to act on his feelings and soon, but every time he tried his Gryffindor courage had failed him. Now he only had three days left till he went back to Hogwarts and away from Sirius.
Harry was pulled out of his thoughts by the god-awful smell of burning flesh. 'What the bloody hell is that?' he thought as he walked down the stairs toward the kitchen.
In the kitchen he found one Sirius Black cooking and singing while clad only in a pair of boxers. It seemed that the horrid smell of burning flesh was coming from whatever was burning in the frying pan. Sirius failed to notice this of course because he was spinning around with his eyes closed, while he sang.
Harry leaned against the doorframe and laughed. Sirius immediately stopped and turned to face the intruder. There was a moment of awkward silence before both of them collapsed in fits of laughter.
Harry had never seen Sirius in such apparel, so he couldn't help but get turned on.
Suddenly they were interrupted by a loud crash from the living room. They both began their way into the living room, where they found one very soot covered Remus Lupin.
"For once I'd like to land on my feet." He mumbled to himself.
"So how are my two favorite people in the world?"
Before either of them could answer, Remus put on a face of pure disgust and asked.
"What the bloody hell is that smell, Padfoot?"
Sirius rushed of into the kitchen while murmuring something about how no one appreciates breakfast.
"You let him cook?"
"He was up before me."
"Merlin have mercy on us."
Harry began to make his way back into the kitchen when Remus cleared his voice for attention.
"Harry, wait. I know I haven't been around much, you know with all the extra order missions. I know I missed your birthday, so here."
Remus held out a small box. Harry took the box and opened it. Inside there was a silver pendant in the shape of a Celtic Knot.
"It was your mum's, she was Irish. Anyway she wore it all the time. I think I remember her saying something about there being another half, and that when the two halves met they would join together."
"Did my father have the other one?"
"I'm sorry Harry, he didn't."
Harry hugged Remus and together they made their way into the kitchen.
Remus sat at the end of the table and began to read the Daily Prophet, while Harry went to go and try to help Sirius with "breakfast". Sirius was now attempting scrambled eggs. He wasn't doing a very good job, as there were more eggs out of the pan, then in it.
Harry was currently sneaking up behind Sirius, when Sirius turned around quickly and crashed right into Harry. More eggs went everywhere and both men wound up lying on the floor. Sirius was right on top of Harry. Harry was trying very hard not to grind his hips into Sirius', though he could sense Sirius could already feel Harry's hard member. Sirius looked down at Harry.
"You ok?" he asked as he got up, while, and Harry thought purposely, grinding his hips into Harry's.
Harry got up as quickly as he could and sat right down at the table. Remus sniffed the air and gave Harry an odd look as he cocked his head to the side. The unique scent of arousal hung in the air, and Remus being a werewolf, and it being so close to the full moon, could smell it.
Harry felt Remus' eyes on him so he excused himself from the table and ran off to go take one very cold shower. Remus looked at Sirius while he still pieced two and two together. Sirius turned around and looked at Remus.
"What's wrong, Moony?"
"Padfoot, has Harry been, oh, I don't know, acting a bit strange this summer?"
"Well, now that you mention it...yeah. Sometimes we'll be having a lot of fun and he'll go all still and excuse himself."
"And you have no clue why?"
"No, why?"
"Think, Padfoot, think."
Sirius stood there pondering about it.
"Can't say that I can think of a reason."
"You're so naïve, Padfoot."
With that comment Sirius widened his eyes in realization.
"Oh, you don't think, bloody hell, really Moony?"
"I'm pretty sure."
Sirius stood there for a moment, just thinking and scratching his neck.
"What should I do?"
"Don't encourage him, Padfoot."
"I'm not trying to."
"Try harder."
"Gods, Remus. What am I supposed to do? I'm trying my best here. Why did Lily and Jamie ever leave him with me? It should have been you. I'm no parent."
Harry, who was behind the kitchen door, burst in.
"So you don't want me then, that's how it is."
"Harry, that's not what I meant."
"I hate you, Sirius Black."
Harry ran back to his room. Sirius ran into the living room after him, but Harry was too quick. Sirius stood in the living room staring at Harry's closed door.
A very loud "Ahem." Interrupted his thoughts.
Sirius looked over at the fireplace and in it stood one very twinkly-eyed Albus Dumbledore.