a/n: Yes, finally. This got a little delayed, and the reason to that is that my freaky 'please the reviewer' sense kicked in after reading the review that embersandenvelopes left, and the result can be read in 'Moon'. But yea, here it is chapter two... hope you like :)

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Notes: This is unbeta:d, so don't flame me for the spelling, K? This is dedicated to myvery best friend Maria whom I love dearly. Glad försenad Allahjärtansdag Darling!


The Woes of Sirius Black

Now, Sirius' father had always been a bit eccentric. It was common knowledge in the wizarding world. What people didn't know was that he also had a special liking to muggle music. This, however, Sirius was painfully aware of. How many times hadn't he been dragged up on the attic and had to listen to numerous songs, all of the kind that made your toes tap unconsciously? Sirius didn't know. There was a great resemblance between the father and son; they both had long black hair, sparkling identical smiles and a talent for mischief. The elder Black would often pull small pranks around the house and then hide in the attic until his wife stopped screaming. Sirius remembered one particular time when she'd found a cute, fluffy, golden brown hamster in her dresser drawer. Doxys, spiders and boggarts be damned, but hamsters were her great fear. Regulus had been the one to carry away the poor shaking little creature and had rolled his eyes and shared a grin with Sirius before letting it out in a cage that had been quickly set up in the garden among the white roses. The few times that Mrs Black dared to venture out into the garden after this event, she would wear large boots resembling clocks of concrete on her feet.

The night before Sirius and Regulus were going back to school, a flurry of red and black burst into Sirius' room, stumbled on the carpet, gave a surprised shout, and promptly fell onto the bed. Sirius turned around in the chair in front of the desk and stared at his father.

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Oh, this?" he pointed at the red piece of clothing which hung loosely around his form.

Sirius blinked.

"It's comfortable and I couldn't find my pyjamas."

Sirius blinked.

"So you wear the Santa suit?"

Sirius father blinked. Sirius blinked. The elder took this moment as an opportunity to change the subject.

"You know, son, it comes a time-"

"Why are you calling me 'son'?"

"…Well, isn't that what you're supposed to do when you're having 'the talk' with your children?"

"Have you been watching daytime telly? If Mum finds out she'll throw a fit."

"You won't tell her will you? Because there's this really wicked show on cable where this cool American bloke pummels the wits-"

"Ok, ok Dad, it's fine."

"Oh, good. Anyway, you know son, there comes a time in a mans life when-"

"Dad."

"-he starts having these new feelings…"

"Dad."

"And, don't fret, because it's completely natural-"

"DAD."

"Yes?"

"It's ok, you don't have to, I figured it out on my own. And I went through puberty all right. And you'll soon be matching the Santa suit if you keep going."

"Oh, ok…" said the now very blushing Mr Black. "Well, that's good then… Nothing you want to ask?"

"Not that I can think of…"

"Well, I will be going then." Or rather, he would be going had he not as he attempted to stand up trod on something extremely pink and slippery, and fallen back onto the bed in a not-so-graceful pile. He shook his head and puffed to remove the strand of black hair that had ended up in his mouth. Sirius was hiding a grin with his hand. The sight of his father falling all over the place in a Santa suit was quite spectacular.

"Hang on a minute…"

Oh no. Oh GOD no.

"…Isn't this that curtain…"

"No, Dad, it's just some…" Sirius scrambled to get the fabric and stash it away, but too late, his father had picked it up and now stood examining the brilliantly pink ex-curtain with avid attention. Sirius just stared in horror as his father read the text on the banner, mouthing the words slightly as he read them, then folding the bright pink fabric back into a neat square and placing it on the bed, giving it a small tuck, flashing his son a big smile with a mischievous glint to it which made Sirius a tad nervous, and then proceeded to slant out of the room and shutting the door on his very stunned (and embarrassed) son.


On the platform, right before Sirius was supposed to get on the train, his father slipped him a small parcel and said in a hushed voice:

"You'll figure it out." then he winked and started to talk loudly while pushing Sirius toward the train door where Peter stood waiting. "Oh, come on Sirius it's just a train! It's like a big badger of iron, only more...erm... red..."

That was not the first time that Sirius was astounded by his father's incompatibility of saving the situation.


Sirius didn't open the light brown wrapped package until a week later. He was still a bit suspicious of the smile that his father had given him after seeing the banner, and as his father was as prone to pranks as he himself, it was with great hesitation tha the finally decided to open it on a monday evening when only he and Remus were in the dormitory.

"So, you're going to open it then?" Remus was sitting in his bed with his legs crossed and his eyes intently directed at Sirius.

"Yea." Sirius sat unmoving, looking at the beige item in his hands.

"No consideration of what might be in there?"

"No."

"And this from a person who knows your father?"

"Yes."

"You're very monosyllabic today."

"So it would seem."

"Aww, come on Pads, what's wrong?" He had moved to the edge of the bed, and sat with his feet dangling in the air.

Sirius sighed.

"Well...it's just that...My dad found out something about me. Just before we left."

"Is it something I know?" Remus said worriedly, a slight crease between his eyebrows.

Sirius kept staring at the parcel, twirling it slowly.

"I highly doubt it."

"Oh."

A disappointed silence followed. Then Sirius pursed his lips determinedly and ripped off the brown paper. Down fell a small device that Sirius recongised as a tape recorder, and a small envelope.

"Oooh, whatisthat?" Remus came bouncing over, agilely jumping up on Sirius' bed and bumping into him in his eagerness. Sirius froze as Remus sat next to him, their thighs flush against eachother, Remus hand lightly placed above Sirius' knee.

"I don't know..." Sirius said distractedly, his eyes glued to Remus' hand, tracing the lines on his fingers.

"Can I look at it?"

"Sure..."

Sirius was shaken out of his reverie as Remus moved his hand to pick up the tape recorder. Oh, right... Sirius shook his head and picked up the envelope. He opened it with a slight flick of the paper, and stared. The letter inside was of a bright pink colour. Oh no, this doesn't bode good, I'd better get that thing away from Remus- too late. Again. The tape recorder had given a 'click' and was currently playing a song. Sirius sat silent, watching his toes tap the rhythm, seemingly of their own accord.

"Diana Ross" Remus' brown eyes were large as dinner plates. Sirius stopped looking at his tapping toes and instead concentrated on listening to the lyrics. At first they seemed ok, but as the tune went on Sirius was painfully aware of his ever reddening face.

I'm coming out I want the world to know I got to let it show.

Pink paper be damned, he needed to know what his father had written. Sirius tore open the envelope and fervently pulled out the vulgarly pink letter. If letting his father see the banner was mistake number one, this was definitely mistake number two. The letter instantly got its own life, flapped up into the air and started talking to him in his fathers voice.

"Hello my boy, now, I know you said that you had it all figured out, but teenage boys are so confused, how can you really know, huh?" Sirius could almost hear the wink in his voice. "What you need to know is that there's nothing wrong with being a homosexual, it's widespread in the animal kingdom! There's this little animal called... erm... oh, I can't remember what it's called,but they are bisexual, they shag everything they get their paws on! Not that you should shag everything you get your hands on..." and on it went for several minutes. When the letter was done it blew itself up into a gigantic pink balloon and popped. One of the pieces fell in Sirius' hair, but he didn't care, he was too busy feeling humiliated. He sat with his face buried deeply in his hands, elbows on his knees. Oh GOD. His father had said... And Remus had heard! REMUS! Sirius raised his head when a strange muffled sound escaped the boy next to him. He looked concernedly at Remus, and at that moment Remus couldn't seem to hold it in any longer. And as Remus dedicated himself to the fine art of laughing, Sirius pouted and started to plan the revenge on his father.


a/n: I've never read Sirius' dad written like that, and I thought I'd give it a shot... Tell me what you think please, I need it ;P

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