When It All Goes Wrong Again: Chapter 2
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Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own Harry Potter. I'm poor, so don't sue. I can only dream that anyone in the HP universe is gay. This story is totally fictional, and my idea.
Warnings: This story will have slash in it. Those couples will include Sev/Remy, Sev/Remy/Siri (Rocks my socks!), and Harry/Draco. There will also be some het tossed in there, because I have to go with the belief that not all the characters can be gay, as much as I may enjoy writing it.
Summary: AU. The night of James and Lily's death, Harry was just visiting his godparents, when Voldemort stormed the house. Harry was returned to his dad's care. He grew up with one of his father's, never knowing the other one. What happens when a bad situation forces him and his dad to move in with his father? Slash. SS/RL, HP/DM
Authors Note: I just want to say thanks to anyone who reviewed for the first chapter. I was shocked to see the amount of reviews that I got, and I'm really happy about them all. *Does the 'Happy Snoopy Dance'* I'd also like to say another thanks to Piri again, the Silvius name is great.
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Severus watched as Harry fought to gain control of himself before commenting, "You are dismissed."
"I'm dismissed? You can't just do that! It's like saying that now that I have finished son duties I can fall to the background," Harry replied angrily, "I'm not a convenience, I am your son."
"Which is why you will listen to me and leave my study at once," Severus replied, as he turned to a paper on his desk. When he didn't hear a door shut he looked up into the familiar eyes of his son, "What?!"
Harry took a deep breath before replying, "I need some help with a homework assignment that I was given."
"Go ask your dad," came the unsympathetic reply.
"He's not good at potions."
Severus looked up at the boy, sighing. He knew that this was a truce and he could either take it or leave it, "Go get your supplies and meet me in the lab." The boy nodded, before walking out of the room leaving the door open.
Remus walked into the open study, watching Severus massage his temples, "Thanks for agreeing to help him."
"It wasn't for him, werewolf. It was for my own state of mind, because I know that if I leave him in my lab alone, something is bound to get broken."
Remus just smiled lightly, turning and walking down the hall. He entered Harry's room to see his son digging through the trunk. He leaned against the doorframe smiling still.
"Dad, did you take my potions supplies?" the boy inquired.
"They are in one of the cupboards under your window. Didn't want what was left to go to waste and us have to buy more," Remus replied, Harry just nodded moving to the window. "You listen to what he tells you okay? Don't want you to get hurt," Harry just laughed.
"He might hate me, but he loves that lab, I'll be surprised if he even allows me to touch my own ingredients. Besides, the last time I got hurt was two years ago, you don't give me enough credit," Harry told Remus as he finally walked out of the door.
Remus pulled him to a stop and kissed the top of his head, "It'll work out eventually," the man murmured.
Harry walked away, smiling at his dad over his shoulder, heading down the stairs into the damp basement that his father called a lab, "Take your time, Harry, it's not like I have plans today," the bitter voice of his father called to him.
Harry didn't reply, but instead set out his book and his equipment on the desk that his father had told him was his. As he started to set out the ingredients, he heard his father walk to where he was standing, "Yes?"
Severus pulled the jars of a few of the ingredients to him, "No wonder you can't pass my class. Look at the condition of your stores. Even I wouldn't be able to make any with these," he moved to throw them away, knowing they were useless, "You would think that as my son, you'd know something about potions from heredity."
"That's all that I had left over from school," Harry replied, not wanting to admit to his father that what he threw away were new. The owner of the store sold him and his dad what were left over at the end of the school rush, because they were the cheapest.
"For now on, you'll use my stores, and I'll give you what you'll need for school," Severus replied.
Harry just sighed, not wanting to rely on his father for something. He wanted the man to help him, but not if it was going to be degrading. He followed his father to the glass cabinet through which he could see rows of potion components.
Severus grabbed what his son would need before handing a few to the boy, then making his way back to the table, "First you'll want to leave them in the vial until you need them, keeps them fresh and prevents germs and contamination from the air. Since I hope that you already studied for this, we'll just start…"
Harry considered it worse then the lessons from school, with his father breathing down his neck and pointing out every mistake from chopping to stirring, Harry was sure that he'd lose his mind in a few minutes, "Can you back up just a bit, please?" he asked quietly. As an explanation he added, "It's just, I can't think with you right behind me"
"You don't need to think, you just need to work," Severus replied.
Harry took a deep breath and tried to will away his anger, "I do though."
Severus saw the recognizable actions that meant that his son was losing the control over his temper, "What? Can't handle someone criticizing you? Poor boy, I bet your daddy never told you when you did anything wrong did he? Never got onto your for anything?"
Harry knew what was happening, but it didn't stop him from pushing the table over to get away from the man that was his father, "Just stop! I can't take what you do any more. Is that what you wanted? Me to admit defeat? Well, there! I just did." Harry didn't say another thing as he leaned against the wall behind him, and allowed himself to drop to the floor.
Severus was shocked to say the least, the table, he knew, was grounded to the floor to prevent such accidents as someone bumping into it and knocking over a potion. He just stared at the boy who now had his head hidden in his arms. He was brought back to the real world though, as his body was lifted off the floor and pushed into the wall. He heard the growls of the werewolf, but couldn't take his eyes off the boy across the room from him.
"Dad? Dad, daddy, please stop," the voice was coarse and quiet, but Severus could tell that it had the desired effect as the grip on him left and he fell to the floor. He watched the other man move to the boy, whispering something quietly.
"I didn't mean to, it just happened. And I really tried to get him to get away, he just didn't and I wasn't able to stop it and I just-" the boys voice was cut off as he was pulled into a hug, and started to hiccup, "I really tried. I did."
Severus watched the interactions between the two silently, knowing that he had to do something before he lost his son.
Harry could feel his father's eyes on his as his dad comforted him. He knew what he had done, and that he'd get lectured about it later, but right then all he wanted to do was sleep. He felt protected in his dad's arms.
"Come on, let's get you into bed," Remus told his son, picking the boy up easily due to the werewolf within him, "You want to take a shower first?" The reply was negative, and he knew that the boy was going to draw back into himself. He sighed, sparing a glance at Severus before walking out of the lab, cradling the boy in his arms.
Severus watched them go, analyzing the display that his son had just put on. Was the boy really in that bad of a mental condition or did it have to do with something else. He hoped for the latter. He sat and started at the table, loosing track of time, until an angry voice broke him from his trance.
"I know that it kills you to know that he also has my genes running through him, but you should know that although he won't transform each month, he does have many of the qualities. Super strength, heightened senses, and he really can't stand people that he is still learning to be close to him."
"I've been his teacher for years," Severus tried weakly.
"Yes, but being his father is a different thing. You can't crowd him unless you are ready for us to leave. If it was any other situation, we'd already be gone," Remus told him, moving to where he was sitting and helping the man stand.
"I do want you here," it was whispered like a secret.
"Why?"
"You have no idea how hard it is for me each school year to see him get older and older, yet know that he has no idea of the truth. You don't know what it was like," Severus watched as the other man walked to the door and stood there, as if listening for something.
"You don't know what it was like to raise him on my own. Without you or… by myself. To know that the two of you were missing out on so much. You might have been able to see the photographs and the video recordings and even my own memories, but you don't know what it was truly like to raise him," Remus was quiet once again, listening, "He deserves to know you as his father, I wont keep that from him. He won't keep giving; he is in Slytherin for a reason, Severus."
When he attempted to say something, Remus shushed him. The werewolf moved out of the room quietly, and Severus knew not to follow. The slightly older man could fend for himself. It became apparent that someone was taken down as a muffled sound reached his ears.
"'Ri?" Remus asked the fallen man. He dropped the protection spells, and moved to help the other man sit, before quickly asking, "What are you doing here? Where have you been?"
Severus stumbled down the hallway to see who was in the house, but stopped in shock. Staring at the figure he hadn't seen in also ten years.
"Ministry work," came the reply, it's was slightly slurred.
"For thirteen bloody years?" Remus finally came to his senses, moving to attack the man in front of him.
"Remus, Remus! Merlin, Remus stop!" Severus yelled, moving to grab the other man, and pull him back, "Don't! Think of-"
Severus was cut off when the older man elbowed him, before moving back to his prey. He could just watch, while gripping his side in pain, knowing there was nothing he could do.
"Dad?" a voice asked, sounding far younger then he should. The movement stopped and all eyes turned to the boy whole stood in his doorway, rubbing one eye, "Who's that?" the boy scanned the hallway, seeing Severus, "Father what's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing," Severus replied, keeping his strength up in front of the boy, "Harry, why don't you take your dad to and go outside for a bit…"
Harry glared at his father, knowing something was wrong, but caring far too much for his dad to pressure the issue. Also knowing that he was being treated far younger then he was, but deciding not to comment on it, he moved to pull his dad off the familiar looking man, "Can you make me something to eat?"
"Sure," came the reply, sending out waves of calming before turning back to the man that lay in the floor, "If you so much as think of leaving this house before I get a chance to talk with you, you will regret it for the rest of your life."
"Da-ad! I'm hungry, so come on," Harry almost whined, cringing at the sound knowing that Severus would have a field day with it. He glanced at his father, wondering why the man wasn't commenting, but saw that he, like the elder Lupin, still had his eyes trained on the strange man. Getting tired, he pulled on his dad's arm, forcing the older man to follow him towards the kitchen.
Severus was shocked at the sight before him. He was also angry, "You promised me that you were going to stay with them!" he snarled menacingly, "I left them, because you told me you'd stay!"
"Things change," the other man replied indifferently, looking at his fingernails.
"Nothing changed! You were supposed to be there because I couldn't!"
"Everything changed," cool uncaring brown eyes bored into Severus' black ones, "I see you got your happy little family again."
"You don't know a thing," Severus replied, moving to get up when the pain in his side ceased, "You don't know a damn thing."
"And frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn," came the retort, it was whispered.**
Severus chuckled harshly, "Yes, and you are at our house why? Sneaking in, and causing Remus to go into a riot? There must be some part of you that cares."
A hand was waved dismissively as the other man stood also, "You may believe what you want to."
"Oh I will. And just so you know, Harry doesn't know who you are to him, and if I have my way, never will," Severus was cold and harsh, unfeeling towards the other man, "You wavered those rights when you left that night."
"And what about you? You just get to come back whenever you want to. Don't think that I don't know that you weren't there. I was there for a year after you left, who do you think held Remus? Harry? I think that if anyone has a right to this family, it's me."
"Oh, no. Quite to the contrary belief, I'm actually trying right now. You've had years to come back, while I haven't. I've been working to get Harry to take me back, and I won't let you get in the way."
"Severus, you have no control over me, Remus, or Harry. And believe me when I say, I will have my family back, all three of them. I may have been gone, but there wasn't anything that I could do. Being an Unspeakable isn't a good job, and we knew what might happen when I took the job. I didn't want to leave, and it's not my fault that I was left on missions for all these years. You know the rules just as Remus does, I can't have any contact with my real life while on mission," the brown eyes finally started to warm up, as he saw a reaction in the black ones he was staring into.
"Don't think that you can just come back in here and take up where we-" whatever Severus had to say was lost as a mouth crushed into his, and strong hands found their way to his hair.
"You always did argue too much," the man murmured, before letting Severus lead him down the hall and into a bedroom.
"Who was he, dad?" Harry asked, watching the man systematically make the two of them something to drink.
Remus watched his son for a long minute before sighing and hurrying to finish the snack. He sat down at the table and took a deep breath, "You remember when I and you father told you that there was someone else?"
Harry nodded cautiously, not sure where this would lead him.
"That was him."
Harry let it sink in before asking, "Was he there?" He didn't need to further explain the question, Remus knew what he meant.
"For the first two years. He was there a year longer than your father before he got called away on work…"
"Did he love you and father?"
Remus smiled, Harry was always putting others before him, "Yes, he did. At least that's what he told us."
"What about me? Did he love me?" Harry's voice wavered a bit towards the end of the question, but he wanted to know.
"More than anything else in the world, sunshine," came a deep voice from the doorway. Both younger and elder Lupin turned to see the man leaning there, freshly showered.
"Really?" Harry whispered, moving to stand.
"Truly," the man said, folding his arms, but keeping eye contact. Soon Harry walked over and enveloped the man into a hug. After a short moment the hug was returned and Harry was lifted off the ground slightly.
Remus watched from his position at the table as the man whispered something into Harry's ear, before the younger boy walked out of the room. He turned and smiled at him before motioning that he was going to go to his room. This left Remus and the man in the kitchen alone.
The man was at the kitchen table, and sitting in Harry's abandoned seat before Remus knew what was happening, "I do still love you. And Harry is still my sunshine. I don't know if I would ever be able to have made it through the missions alive without the memories of you two, and Severus. I'm sorry it took me so long to get back."
"Why did it?" Remus question, not wanting to open himself up for hurt again so quickly.
"Once Voldemort was defeated, there wasn't anything we could do to stop the Death Eaters. They had a hide-out, where all of the 'most loyal' hid. They would move once a week almost. We were trying to track down as many as possible. About three years into it, we found Sev. Dumbledore asked that I make sure he was kept alive and taken back to Hogwarts. I did as I was asked, and I couldn't tell him that I hadn't seen you or Harry in years. It would break him, and I know now that it broke you."
Remus watched the strong man break down in front of him, before moving to place a hand on his cheek, "I won't let you go this time. But you have to know, Harry is my world now to. I raised him alone after you left, and I won't let you take him away if it doesn't work between us. And you need to know that I'm not with Sev right now. I might be in the future, due to life mates and all, but as of now, I'm only with you."
"I know, Sev told me." And Remus was pulled into his first heated kiss of fourteen years.
"Sirius Black," he whispered, drawing back slightly, to stare into the eyes of a man he loved, "If you leave me again, I will kill you."
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Just as short note about the '**'. I couldn't help but put that in right there. I don't own it! Don't own the movie or the actor or anything, I just love that quote.
Oh, and don't expect this to mean all happiness all around.
I am the chaos queen.
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Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own Harry Potter. I'm poor, so don't sue. I can only dream that anyone in the HP universe is gay. This story is totally fictional, and my idea.
Warnings: This story will have slash in it. Those couples will include Sev/Remy, Sev/Remy/Siri (Rocks my socks!), and Harry/Draco. There will also be some het tossed in there, because I have to go with the belief that not all the characters can be gay, as much as I may enjoy writing it.
Summary: AU. The night of James and Lily's death, Harry was just visiting his godparents, when Voldemort stormed the house. Harry was returned to his dad's care. He grew up with one of his father's, never knowing the other one. What happens when a bad situation forces him and his dad to move in with his father? Slash. SS/RL, HP/DM
Authors Note: I just want to say thanks to anyone who reviewed for the first chapter. I was shocked to see the amount of reviews that I got, and I'm really happy about them all. *Does the 'Happy Snoopy Dance'* I'd also like to say another thanks to Piri again, the Silvius name is great.
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Severus watched as Harry fought to gain control of himself before commenting, "You are dismissed."
"I'm dismissed? You can't just do that! It's like saying that now that I have finished son duties I can fall to the background," Harry replied angrily, "I'm not a convenience, I am your son."
"Which is why you will listen to me and leave my study at once," Severus replied, as he turned to a paper on his desk. When he didn't hear a door shut he looked up into the familiar eyes of his son, "What?!"
Harry took a deep breath before replying, "I need some help with a homework assignment that I was given."
"Go ask your dad," came the unsympathetic reply.
"He's not good at potions."
Severus looked up at the boy, sighing. He knew that this was a truce and he could either take it or leave it, "Go get your supplies and meet me in the lab." The boy nodded, before walking out of the room leaving the door open.
Remus walked into the open study, watching Severus massage his temples, "Thanks for agreeing to help him."
"It wasn't for him, werewolf. It was for my own state of mind, because I know that if I leave him in my lab alone, something is bound to get broken."
Remus just smiled lightly, turning and walking down the hall. He entered Harry's room to see his son digging through the trunk. He leaned against the doorframe smiling still.
"Dad, did you take my potions supplies?" the boy inquired.
"They are in one of the cupboards under your window. Didn't want what was left to go to waste and us have to buy more," Remus replied, Harry just nodded moving to the window. "You listen to what he tells you okay? Don't want you to get hurt," Harry just laughed.
"He might hate me, but he loves that lab, I'll be surprised if he even allows me to touch my own ingredients. Besides, the last time I got hurt was two years ago, you don't give me enough credit," Harry told Remus as he finally walked out of the door.
Remus pulled him to a stop and kissed the top of his head, "It'll work out eventually," the man murmured.
Harry walked away, smiling at his dad over his shoulder, heading down the stairs into the damp basement that his father called a lab, "Take your time, Harry, it's not like I have plans today," the bitter voice of his father called to him.
Harry didn't reply, but instead set out his book and his equipment on the desk that his father had told him was his. As he started to set out the ingredients, he heard his father walk to where he was standing, "Yes?"
Severus pulled the jars of a few of the ingredients to him, "No wonder you can't pass my class. Look at the condition of your stores. Even I wouldn't be able to make any with these," he moved to throw them away, knowing they were useless, "You would think that as my son, you'd know something about potions from heredity."
"That's all that I had left over from school," Harry replied, not wanting to admit to his father that what he threw away were new. The owner of the store sold him and his dad what were left over at the end of the school rush, because they were the cheapest.
"For now on, you'll use my stores, and I'll give you what you'll need for school," Severus replied.
Harry just sighed, not wanting to rely on his father for something. He wanted the man to help him, but not if it was going to be degrading. He followed his father to the glass cabinet through which he could see rows of potion components.
Severus grabbed what his son would need before handing a few to the boy, then making his way back to the table, "First you'll want to leave them in the vial until you need them, keeps them fresh and prevents germs and contamination from the air. Since I hope that you already studied for this, we'll just start…"
Harry considered it worse then the lessons from school, with his father breathing down his neck and pointing out every mistake from chopping to stirring, Harry was sure that he'd lose his mind in a few minutes, "Can you back up just a bit, please?" he asked quietly. As an explanation he added, "It's just, I can't think with you right behind me"
"You don't need to think, you just need to work," Severus replied.
Harry took a deep breath and tried to will away his anger, "I do though."
Severus saw the recognizable actions that meant that his son was losing the control over his temper, "What? Can't handle someone criticizing you? Poor boy, I bet your daddy never told you when you did anything wrong did he? Never got onto your for anything?"
Harry knew what was happening, but it didn't stop him from pushing the table over to get away from the man that was his father, "Just stop! I can't take what you do any more. Is that what you wanted? Me to admit defeat? Well, there! I just did." Harry didn't say another thing as he leaned against the wall behind him, and allowed himself to drop to the floor.
Severus was shocked to say the least, the table, he knew, was grounded to the floor to prevent such accidents as someone bumping into it and knocking over a potion. He just stared at the boy who now had his head hidden in his arms. He was brought back to the real world though, as his body was lifted off the floor and pushed into the wall. He heard the growls of the werewolf, but couldn't take his eyes off the boy across the room from him.
"Dad? Dad, daddy, please stop," the voice was coarse and quiet, but Severus could tell that it had the desired effect as the grip on him left and he fell to the floor. He watched the other man move to the boy, whispering something quietly.
"I didn't mean to, it just happened. And I really tried to get him to get away, he just didn't and I wasn't able to stop it and I just-" the boys voice was cut off as he was pulled into a hug, and started to hiccup, "I really tried. I did."
Severus watched the interactions between the two silently, knowing that he had to do something before he lost his son.
Harry could feel his father's eyes on his as his dad comforted him. He knew what he had done, and that he'd get lectured about it later, but right then all he wanted to do was sleep. He felt protected in his dad's arms.
"Come on, let's get you into bed," Remus told his son, picking the boy up easily due to the werewolf within him, "You want to take a shower first?" The reply was negative, and he knew that the boy was going to draw back into himself. He sighed, sparing a glance at Severus before walking out of the lab, cradling the boy in his arms.
Severus watched them go, analyzing the display that his son had just put on. Was the boy really in that bad of a mental condition or did it have to do with something else. He hoped for the latter. He sat and started at the table, loosing track of time, until an angry voice broke him from his trance.
"I know that it kills you to know that he also has my genes running through him, but you should know that although he won't transform each month, he does have many of the qualities. Super strength, heightened senses, and he really can't stand people that he is still learning to be close to him."
"I've been his teacher for years," Severus tried weakly.
"Yes, but being his father is a different thing. You can't crowd him unless you are ready for us to leave. If it was any other situation, we'd already be gone," Remus told him, moving to where he was sitting and helping the man stand.
"I do want you here," it was whispered like a secret.
"Why?"
"You have no idea how hard it is for me each school year to see him get older and older, yet know that he has no idea of the truth. You don't know what it was like," Severus watched as the other man walked to the door and stood there, as if listening for something.
"You don't know what it was like to raise him on my own. Without you or… by myself. To know that the two of you were missing out on so much. You might have been able to see the photographs and the video recordings and even my own memories, but you don't know what it was truly like to raise him," Remus was quiet once again, listening, "He deserves to know you as his father, I wont keep that from him. He won't keep giving; he is in Slytherin for a reason, Severus."
When he attempted to say something, Remus shushed him. The werewolf moved out of the room quietly, and Severus knew not to follow. The slightly older man could fend for himself. It became apparent that someone was taken down as a muffled sound reached his ears.
"'Ri?" Remus asked the fallen man. He dropped the protection spells, and moved to help the other man sit, before quickly asking, "What are you doing here? Where have you been?"
Severus stumbled down the hallway to see who was in the house, but stopped in shock. Staring at the figure he hadn't seen in also ten years.
"Ministry work," came the reply, it's was slightly slurred.
"For thirteen bloody years?" Remus finally came to his senses, moving to attack the man in front of him.
"Remus, Remus! Merlin, Remus stop!" Severus yelled, moving to grab the other man, and pull him back, "Don't! Think of-"
Severus was cut off when the older man elbowed him, before moving back to his prey. He could just watch, while gripping his side in pain, knowing there was nothing he could do.
"Dad?" a voice asked, sounding far younger then he should. The movement stopped and all eyes turned to the boy whole stood in his doorway, rubbing one eye, "Who's that?" the boy scanned the hallway, seeing Severus, "Father what's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing," Severus replied, keeping his strength up in front of the boy, "Harry, why don't you take your dad to and go outside for a bit…"
Harry glared at his father, knowing something was wrong, but caring far too much for his dad to pressure the issue. Also knowing that he was being treated far younger then he was, but deciding not to comment on it, he moved to pull his dad off the familiar looking man, "Can you make me something to eat?"
"Sure," came the reply, sending out waves of calming before turning back to the man that lay in the floor, "If you so much as think of leaving this house before I get a chance to talk with you, you will regret it for the rest of your life."
"Da-ad! I'm hungry, so come on," Harry almost whined, cringing at the sound knowing that Severus would have a field day with it. He glanced at his father, wondering why the man wasn't commenting, but saw that he, like the elder Lupin, still had his eyes trained on the strange man. Getting tired, he pulled on his dad's arm, forcing the older man to follow him towards the kitchen.
Severus was shocked at the sight before him. He was also angry, "You promised me that you were going to stay with them!" he snarled menacingly, "I left them, because you told me you'd stay!"
"Things change," the other man replied indifferently, looking at his fingernails.
"Nothing changed! You were supposed to be there because I couldn't!"
"Everything changed," cool uncaring brown eyes bored into Severus' black ones, "I see you got your happy little family again."
"You don't know a thing," Severus replied, moving to get up when the pain in his side ceased, "You don't know a damn thing."
"And frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn," came the retort, it was whispered.**
Severus chuckled harshly, "Yes, and you are at our house why? Sneaking in, and causing Remus to go into a riot? There must be some part of you that cares."
A hand was waved dismissively as the other man stood also, "You may believe what you want to."
"Oh I will. And just so you know, Harry doesn't know who you are to him, and if I have my way, never will," Severus was cold and harsh, unfeeling towards the other man, "You wavered those rights when you left that night."
"And what about you? You just get to come back whenever you want to. Don't think that I don't know that you weren't there. I was there for a year after you left, who do you think held Remus? Harry? I think that if anyone has a right to this family, it's me."
"Oh, no. Quite to the contrary belief, I'm actually trying right now. You've had years to come back, while I haven't. I've been working to get Harry to take me back, and I won't let you get in the way."
"Severus, you have no control over me, Remus, or Harry. And believe me when I say, I will have my family back, all three of them. I may have been gone, but there wasn't anything that I could do. Being an Unspeakable isn't a good job, and we knew what might happen when I took the job. I didn't want to leave, and it's not my fault that I was left on missions for all these years. You know the rules just as Remus does, I can't have any contact with my real life while on mission," the brown eyes finally started to warm up, as he saw a reaction in the black ones he was staring into.
"Don't think that you can just come back in here and take up where we-" whatever Severus had to say was lost as a mouth crushed into his, and strong hands found their way to his hair.
"You always did argue too much," the man murmured, before letting Severus lead him down the hall and into a bedroom.
"Who was he, dad?" Harry asked, watching the man systematically make the two of them something to drink.
Remus watched his son for a long minute before sighing and hurrying to finish the snack. He sat down at the table and took a deep breath, "You remember when I and you father told you that there was someone else?"
Harry nodded cautiously, not sure where this would lead him.
"That was him."
Harry let it sink in before asking, "Was he there?" He didn't need to further explain the question, Remus knew what he meant.
"For the first two years. He was there a year longer than your father before he got called away on work…"
"Did he love you and father?"
Remus smiled, Harry was always putting others before him, "Yes, he did. At least that's what he told us."
"What about me? Did he love me?" Harry's voice wavered a bit towards the end of the question, but he wanted to know.
"More than anything else in the world, sunshine," came a deep voice from the doorway. Both younger and elder Lupin turned to see the man leaning there, freshly showered.
"Really?" Harry whispered, moving to stand.
"Truly," the man said, folding his arms, but keeping eye contact. Soon Harry walked over and enveloped the man into a hug. After a short moment the hug was returned and Harry was lifted off the ground slightly.
Remus watched from his position at the table as the man whispered something into Harry's ear, before the younger boy walked out of the room. He turned and smiled at him before motioning that he was going to go to his room. This left Remus and the man in the kitchen alone.
The man was at the kitchen table, and sitting in Harry's abandoned seat before Remus knew what was happening, "I do still love you. And Harry is still my sunshine. I don't know if I would ever be able to have made it through the missions alive without the memories of you two, and Severus. I'm sorry it took me so long to get back."
"Why did it?" Remus question, not wanting to open himself up for hurt again so quickly.
"Once Voldemort was defeated, there wasn't anything we could do to stop the Death Eaters. They had a hide-out, where all of the 'most loyal' hid. They would move once a week almost. We were trying to track down as many as possible. About three years into it, we found Sev. Dumbledore asked that I make sure he was kept alive and taken back to Hogwarts. I did as I was asked, and I couldn't tell him that I hadn't seen you or Harry in years. It would break him, and I know now that it broke you."
Remus watched the strong man break down in front of him, before moving to place a hand on his cheek, "I won't let you go this time. But you have to know, Harry is my world now to. I raised him alone after you left, and I won't let you take him away if it doesn't work between us. And you need to know that I'm not with Sev right now. I might be in the future, due to life mates and all, but as of now, I'm only with you."
"I know, Sev told me." And Remus was pulled into his first heated kiss of fourteen years.
"Sirius Black," he whispered, drawing back slightly, to stare into the eyes of a man he loved, "If you leave me again, I will kill you."
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Just as short note about the '**'. I couldn't help but put that in right there. I don't own it! Don't own the movie or the actor or anything, I just love that quote.
Oh, and don't expect this to mean all happiness all around.
I am the chaos queen.