Ok... So now im going to explain a little bit about this story...
I began writing it a long time ago and the other day i want back to reread it and thought it had potential, so I posted it. I'm not really sure where it's going but for some reason I really like these two chaps.
Other stuff that wasn't in the first chap...
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine...
Warning: Slash... If you haven't figured that out by now well... I'm sorry for you. Don't likie, Don't readie!
Harry felt as if he couldn't breath the whole time he had been sitting in the church. He was now standing outside as everyone was giving him their condolences.
"Hi, Harry, Remus," Hermione said as she walked up and gave them each a hug. Her face was just as tear stained as his and Remus's. Harry recognized her parents, who were standing behind her. They looked very nervous.
"Hi, Hermione. How are you?" Harry said softly. He found it difficult to speak.
"Oh, Harry, I'm okay," she said and tears began to roll down her cheeks again.
Harry pulled her into another hug and she sobbed into his shoulder for a few minutes.
Then when she finally let go she simply said, "I'll see you at the house," and walked away.
"Mr. Potter!" someone said from across the crowd.
Remus moaned next to Harry. "Reporter," he explained.
"So, Mr. Potter, you were close to Mr. Black?" the reported said. He was wearing dark gray robes with the Daily Prophet logo.
"He was his Godfather. Now leave us alone." Remus said as calmly as he could.
"And you are?" the reporter asked.
"I was Sirius's hu... umm... best friend, and now I am legally Harry's Godfather."
Harry hadn't known this but he didn't want to make a big deal in front of the reporter.
They would have a field day with me not knowing anything.
"Really!" asked the man, intrigued.
"Really," said Remus and ushered Harry away.
"How are you my Godfather now?"
"Umm... Well, Sirius and I were... umm... we had a certain legal tie..." Remus trailed off.
Harry didn't think to question and Remus was glad. He didn't want anyone to know the extent of his relationship with Sirius. But, he also knew that he would have to tell Harry one day. Probably sooner than later. He sighed.
Harry saw the Weasleys and walked over to them. He wanted to see Ron.
A familiar face will be nice. Who are all these people? They don't have the right to be here. They all thought he was a murderer for all those years and now they act like he was their best friend.
"Hey, Ron," Harry whispered in Ron's ear, not wanting to announce himself.
"Hi, Harry. How are ya, Mate?" Ron said as he gave him a brotherly hug.
"Okay," Harry shrugged.
"Well, I promise everything will be okay," Mrs. Weasley said in a motherly tone.
"I'll see you all at the house," said Harry and walked away.
"Would you like to leave?" Remus asked.
"You read my mind."
They went to find Moody to get the portkey and were at Grimmauld Place before anyone else.
"Is my stuff in my room?" Harry asked.
Remus nodded as he hung his cloak on the stand by the door.
"I'm going to go change," Harry said.
"Yeah, me too. Then I'll be in the study," Remus said to Harry's as they began to go upstairs.
Harry walked into the room that he and Ron shared. The room was very familiar by now. With it's two four-poster beds and, of course, the frame that Phineas Nigellus was supposed be in. He changed out of his dress robes, and laid down on the bed to think.
The funeral had helped him. The deep cut left by Sirius's death was still very bad, but he felt like he could let it begin to heal now.
Then his thoughts turned...
I should ask someone about that dream. It was not a real dream. I have had enough fake dreams to know the difference after all...
He snorted in indignation.
I think Hermione would be the best bet. She won't make a big deal out of to everyone. Yeah, that will be good. Now, Remus... I wonder what kind of legal tie they had. He started acting really weird after that reporter asked who he was.
He frowned and got up to go downstairs and interrogate Remus.
He walked into the study and found Remus curled up in a squashy love seat. He was looking at photo album and Harry could see tears shimmering on his cheeks in the firelight. Harry decided that he shouldn't disturb him, but he must have heard him because he looked up from the album.
"Come here, Harry," Remus said and patted the seat next to him.
Harry walked over and looked at the book. It had enchanted pictures of the Marauders. Then Harry noticed that they were all in dress robes and there were decorations in the background.
"Who's wedding is that?" Harry asked. He knew it wasn't his parents' wedding, he had seen the pictures from that. These were different.
"Mine," Remus said simply.
It took a second to register.
"What? I didn't know you were married," Harry said.
"Yeah," Remus said and held up his left hand. There was a gold band on his ring finger.
Harry couldn't believe he had never seen it before. He opened his mouth to ask but Remus answered before he had a chance.
"I don't usually were it. No one knew that we were married," Remus paused as he twisted the ring around his finger. "I miss him so much. I thought I had gotten him back. He was gone for so long. Then there was so much to do when he got out. We never really got to spend very much time together. I didn't even get to tell him how much I missed him, how much I loved him."
Harry couldn't believe his ears, or his eyes. The Remus and Sirius in one of the pictures had just kissed.
"But..." Harry sputtered then said the first thing that came to mind, "Why... why didn't you tell anyone?"
"We didn't think it was appropriate to announce a gay marriage at the time. You see, it would have been another reason for Voldemort to hate us. We were already near the top of his most wanted list. Then Sirius went to Azkaban. I couldn't deal with people thinking the things they did about him. So, I didn't tell anyone. They wouldn't be able to ridicule me more than they already do."
Harry sat in silence. He was in shock and didn't know what to say.
"I know this must be very hard," Remus began, "When we told James he wouldn't talk to us for several months. I guess Lily finally convinced him to accept it, because he just came up to us one day told us that he was sorry for being such a prick. That was exactly what he said too."
Remus chuckled at the memory then continued.
"Well, now you know. Sirius wanted to tell you himself. He felt bad for keeping it from you for so long, but I told him not to tell you yet. I didn't want you to have to deal with that until the war was over. Now, though, I realize that we should have told you from the beginning," He paused to look at Harry's blank expression. "I was technically your Godfather all along. That is why I took you under my wing when I taught."
"I never would have guessed," said Harry suddenly.
Remus smiled, "You would have if you would have had the chance."
"Who knows?"
"Well, no one, except you," Remus said. "But... I was going to tell everyone today, at dinner, or... I was going to try at least. If I don't you can tell who ever you want. I want it to be known now. Now, that... that it's too late."
Tears began to roll down his face again, and Harry hugged him.
"Thank you, Harry."
"For what?"
"For supporting me."
"Well..." Harry began but at that second there were several loud pops in the enterance hall.
Remus sighed once again and said, "We'll have to finish this later, Harry. I'm sorry. Here goes nothing."
They got up and walked out of the room to see the Weasleys.