Oh the horror!
Walking down the hall, after a particularly scrumptious meal, Sirius pored over a letter he had just received. Rolling up the parchment, looking very relieved, he made his way to the Gryffindor common room where he should be able to find Harry – and if he didn't Sirius would most definitely have something to say about it.
"Harry, could I see you a minute?" Sirius walked up beside Harry placing a questioning hand on his shoulder. "Ron, Hermione...." he nodded to the other two present, then did a double take – is that a ring on Hermione's finger? Well questions would have to wait till later, he had important things to discus with Harry.
"Sure Sirius." Harry got up. "Congratulations." He added to Ron and Hermione over one shoulder. Sirius couldn't help wondering what exactly was up as Ron's ears flushed noticeably. "What is it?" Harry finally questioned after a few steps, and complete silence on Sirius' part.
"Harry, I have some news that could affect both of us tremendously." Sirius' explanation was tenuous, or at least it seemed it was to Harry anyway by the perplexed look he gave his elder. Sirius silently handed over the piece of parchment from his robes pocket.
Harry silently unfolded the parchment, read it once, and read it again, his mouth falling slowly open as he did so. "You did it; you never told me you were going to do it, but you did it!" Harry cried aloud, throwing his arms, still clutching the now crumpled parchment, around Sirius a grin plastered across his face.
"Yes I did!" Harry's happiness infecting Sirius like a welcome plague, though he still stood slightly awkwardly in the enthusiastic embrace he was receiving. "And if you want Harry, you can move in with me; that is, once I secure an apartment."
If he thought Harry couldn't seem any happier he was wrong. Harry dropped the embrace almost weakly and stumbled backwards into a chair. "I can't believe this is happening to me..." he mumbled a glazed look coming over his face.
"Harry, are you ok?" Sirius asked stooping down and catching the boy's slightly drooping face in one hand, kneeling down and looking into Harry's face worriedly.
"Yes." Harry snapped out of his little daze with a grin. "Just truly happy is all."
"I guess that means no then." Sirius commented with a grin of his own. "I knew you could never want to come and live with me."
"No Sirius!" Harry waked Sirius over the head with a handy couch pillow. "That means yes you dog brain!"
"Now you're starting to sound like dear old Bakura." Sirius laughed, trying to fain hurt from the statement. "Between the two of you I'll believe myself a flea-bitten, tail wagging, drooling idiot!" Sirius trailed off in happy remembrance. "I have some news for you that you might find disturbing." He added on a much more serious note.
"What?" Harry looked genuinely worried.
"Even though we'll be living with me, because of my evil job, you will not be able to worship me day and night." Sirius explained; Harry just tried to suppress a snort of laughter. "And..." he trailed off for effect. "Since I'm leaving my teaching position, your teacher will be... Remus Lupin!" he added with a gasp. "The horror!"
"Well if that's all I need to worry about I think we're doing well." Harry commented with his now ever present grin. "What with people getting engaged to be engaged, Voldemort dieing, and you getting a real job for once, who knows what the world is coming too."
Sirius laughed, engaged to be engaged was it? So that was what they had been up to! "I'll have you know I've held down many a respectable job!" he added with a slight protest.
"Sure, sure, Sirius. I'll be off to tell Ron and Hermione then?" the last was a rhetorical question.
"Of course; we have plenty of time now." Sirius replied. "I'll probably be sick and tired of you after a few weeks, so they better be ready to do some babysitting." His last comment received a sarcastic look from Harry as he rose from his chair to go tell his friends.
"I share the feeling; I'll have to start looking into kennels for when I get sick and tired of you Sirius." He replied sarcastically as he turned to go.
Sirius couldn't help but shake his head in amusement. The boy really was like James in many ways, but then also like Lily, well the best parts of both and Sirius knew they and he had taught him well in their turn. He could look at the times ahead and see happiness, Quidditch, goofing off, and then some growing up on both their parts. Raising Harry would be one of his greatest undertakings of all time, closely followed by feeding Buckbeak.