Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. It's times like this that I wish I did. :sighs tragically:. Advanced Chemistry's a bitch.

Warnings: Slash. This means male/male relations. M-preg. Yes, guys have that wonderful ability to become pregnant. R. Highest rating we can have here on including swearing, and mentions of stuff that I can't post here. (Though, chances are I'm going to start posting this on silversnitch. com.) FANFICTION. Usually I don't have to include this as a warning, but on some of my stories, I've gotten flamed because they don't seem to realize that the situation I put the characters in isn't strictly book based where Harry will probably marry Ginny rather than Sirius or Severus. Hm...ironic really. I thought it'd be pretty obvious because this is fanfiction . net.

Authors Note: Hey y'all! Sorry about the really long warning. Some idiot flamed me for my other story and it pissed me off because they insulted me rather than my story. Interesting right? No? Okay. I'll stop complaining then. I'm also really sorry about the terribly long wait. This used to be the fanfiction of my dreams (aka no writer's block) but lately I've been drawing a blank on where to go from here. But I suppose winging it can't hurt. Thus why this chapter will probably suck to no end. But the point is, I'm jumping right into it. For your sake! Muhahaha! And stuff! So...I'm done now. Read and Review! (Hopefully not to flame. Well...if you flame do insult the story and not me, k?)

Special Thanks: Julie! Thanks a ton! You make my life (and the readers lives) that much easier by fixing all of my dumb mistakes!

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Chapter 13...I think

"Remus my dear werewolf, I'm back!" Sirius called out cheerfully.

"Sirius? About damn time! Your son nearly broke his neck trying to see if he could fly!"

Remus called back. Sirius followed Remus' agitated sounding voice into the living room.

"Really? Which one? Could he?" Sirius asked. Which turns out wasn't the most brilliant thing he could have said to his friend. Remus was sitting in Sirius's age old lazy boy with one leg thrown over an arm of the chair. His right hand pushed back some of his tawny hair and simultaneously kneaded his forehead. In his left hand was a cup of strong coffee.

"Ray. And no, he couldn't," Remus answered sarcastically. "How was the Harry hunt? Find out anything useful?" Remus asked in a slightly softer tone of voice.

"Yes actually. In fact, I have a bit of a surprise for you! Harry love!" Sirius called.

"What? Why'd you want me to wait in the hall?" Harry asked upon entering the room.

There was an abrupt stillness in the room as Remus took in the man before him. It was without a doubt him. James' son. "Harry!" He said with a look of pure joy on his face. He leapt from the chair and wrapped his arms around Harry.

"Hi Remus," Harry said returning the hug. "How've you been?"

"Okay for the most part. Until recently," Remus added with a pointed look at Sirius as he pulled away from Harry.

"Sit down Remie. We've got stuff to tell you and vice versa," Sirius said happily. Remus complied and resumed his seat in the arm chair. Harry and Sirius sat down across from him on the couch.

"Okay. Explain," Remus said after another awkward moment of silence.

"Remember the guy I took off with me to Hogwarts? That turned out to be Harry. Dumbledore removed the disguising charm that had been in place for two years and was apparently fading. Eventually we got over the shock and now Harry and I are planning on moving back to England and living the life we should have been able to when Harry lost all of his memories," Sirius said. "Did I hit all the key points Harry?"

"Yeah," Harry said with a smile.

Remus nodded. "Fair enough. Later on you owe me more than a summary Padfoot."

"Will do Moony. Now tell me...what have my little monsters been up to?" Sirius asked.

"A better question would be...what haven't they been up to? Ray jumped off a bookcase in his attempt to fly. Darin ate 3 bugs. Alex broke every breakable thing in the house pretending to be a ninja. That is my summary in total," Remus explained.

"Really? Where are they now?" Harry asked.

"Sleeping, thank the merciful powers that be," Remus said.

"Got ya!"

Giggling voices were heard. Water had appeared out of nowhere and sprinkled on the three men.

"Well...they were sleeping," Remus said with a groan.

"Boys!" Sirius exclaimed.

"Daddy!" Ray, Alex, and Darin chorused together. They wasted no time in jumping on their father and knocking the breath out of him.

"Nice to see you too," Sirius gasped. Remus and Harry laughed.

"Well it's your turn to deal with the little monsters. Have fun. I've got a date with my pillow," Remus said standing up slowly. He gave Harry a hug and further messed up Sirius' hair. "Talk to you later Padfoot. Next time better not be because you want me to baby-sit." The next minute, he was gone with a loud resounding cracking noise.

"That was interesting," Harry said with a gentle laugh.

"So shall this be," Sirius said prying his children off him. "Guess what children of mine? This man here is your other dad! Say hello!"

"Hello!" Ray said.

"Hi, hi!" Alex said.

"'ey o!" Darin said.

"Uh...hi," Harry said with a quick wave. His face portrayed nothing but nervousness. It was like predators smelling the prey, all three boys seemed to smell his fear and made quick work of him by leaping on him with the same enthusiasm they had Sirius.

"Hi other dad! My name is Ray!"

"Daddy! He smells funny!" Alex said to Sirius.

"Hehehee!" Darin laughed joyfully.

"He does not!" Sirius defended. By the time Sirius got around to defending the love of his life's' scent, Harry was laughing hysterically and being tickled by all three boys.

"No! Stop! Sirius, help me! It tickles!" Harry was yelling though tears of laugher. Sirius smiled at the sight of the boys and Harry. He'd dreamed of moments like this for such a long time.

"Not a chance Harry love. I'll be right back," Sirius said standing and running into his room. The room had always seemed dark to him. Depressing with its bland grey color and simple wood furnishings. Nothing could diminish his mood at the present moment though. It made the dull colorings of the room seem brighter. And his endless piles of junk covering the floor seem more homely. Unfortunately, it also hid his camera from view. This moment was too precious to lose. Sirius had experience with regret and 'should haves'. He knew better than to let something as beautiful as this slip through his fingers.

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It was a week later that Harry found himself back at his apartment. He smiled when he read his floor matt that he'd cursed at only a short time ago. Drawing in a deep breath, Harry opened the door to his apartment and stepped inside. Nope. Nothing had changed inside it at all...unless you want to count a thin layer of dust, but that wasn't the point. It was exactly as he had left it. Harry bent down and examined one of the paintings. It was a simple landscape of the ocean and the sky. Obviously one of his better paintings. Somehow, he knew that this was a thing of his old life. When he rejoined the wizarding world, there wouldn't be time to paint. Only time to help raise his children, spend time with his husband and strategize on how to defeat Voldemort.

Not that he particularly minded. So long as he could be with Sirius and their kids, everything would be fine. They would have the life that Sirius promised him. It was all he wanted.

"James! About time you're home! Where've you been?" A voice from just outside the open apartment door said. Harry looked up and saw his best friend Brian smiling. "Thought you'd take a break from college did you?"

"Brian...hi," Harry said suddenly nervous again. He knew what he had to do. He had to tell him about his true identity and how he was going back to England with his family. The only thing debatable about this was...how? Harry had gone through many scenarios in his mind to explain to his loyal friend where he was going and why. But all of the reasons he'd so carefully planned went right out of his mind.

"You okay?" Brian asked tilting his head slightly in confusion.

"Brian... I have some news for you. I know who I am again," Harry said.

"Really? Wow that's great! So, is James your real name?" Brian said smiling happily for his best friend.

"No. My name is Harry. James was my father's name," Harry said with his head down.

"That's good news right? Why do you seem so down about it?" Brian asked coming closer to Harry.

"Because I'm going to go home. I'm going back to my original job and my family in England," Harry said finally looking up and meeting Brian's gaze. He saw Brian's eyes sweep over him and register a confused look before seemingly dropping the appearance issue.

"Oh... Aren't you happy about that?" Brian asked. "You're my best friend Ja... I mean Harry. What's wrong?"

"Doesn't that make you mad? That I'm just going to leave the United States?" Harry asked.

"I won't lie to you man. I'm upset that you have to go, but I'm not going to hold it against you. You said yourself that you're going back to your family. I assume that means you have a boyfriend at the very least to go home to. Besides, it's not like you'll just disappear from my life completely. We can still email each other or something right?" Brian asked.

Harry shook his head. "I can't even guarantee that. I'll try to keep in touch as often as I can, but it might be too dangerous for me to do so. You see, I was something like a CIA agent in England and there's a war going on there.Nothing you'd hear about for more reasons than I can reveal, but I'm a major part of it. It also explains why I ended up here with no memories. My point is when I go back I could die and you'd never know."

Brian gaped. "You wouldn't happen to be referring to the war that has something to do with a man code named Voldemort would you?"

"Wha ? How did you know?" Harry asked looking at him with a truly shocked look.

"Do you know of the magical world Harry? I think you do. It's why you look different. And it's why you're fighting a war most people know nothing about," Brian said.

"Yes. I'm a wizard. But how do you know of the magical world? Are you a... ?" Harry asked.

Brian shook his head. "I'm but a squib mate. I was raised knowing about magic. My mother wasn't overjoyed in the least when she realized I'd never be able to perform magic like her. I can't say I was too happy with the realization either. But now I know why I had such a connection with you before Harry. I knew things that you'd forgotten."

"If you know of the war then you have to know of the prophesy," Harry started a bit unsurely.

"Prophesy?" Brian asked shaking his head.

"Yes. A prophesy was made over twenty years ago involving the dark lord and one of two children. The one that would fulfill the prophesy would be marked by the dark lord himself. The one marked was me. My scar, the one on my forehead that is my mark. It is my fate to either defeat the Voldemort or die trying," Harry said.

"Harry Potter... I've heard of you! You stopped the first war!" Brian said.

"It isn't me who should get the credit. My mother loved me so much the curse he cast on me rebounded on him. If we ever win the war... then I should be only one of many to receive credit. I'm only part of the effort," Harry said.

"You really are a humble little boy," Brian teased gently. "Anyhow, I will understand if we never speak again. Take care," Brian said hugging Harry. "Be safe."

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"How'd it go?" Sirius asked gently as Harry returned to what would no longer be Sirius' apartment.

"Better than I expected actually," Harry said carrying in a small duffel bag. It was stuffed full of things he'd collected over the past two years that he wanted to keep. He knew he was being pathetic, but who could blame him? This was going to be a part of who he was no matter what and he never wanted to forget it. "I found out Brian is a squib. And now he knows I'm destined to either kill or be killed. He wasn't rejoicing about it, but he understands."

"That's a good thing at least," Sirius said transferring a stack of dishes into a box after shrinking them. "Are you sure you're really ready to move back to England and face the war again? I mean, gods Harry, you've only been using magic for about a week. Not to insult you, but you're a bit rusty. Are you sure you want to do this so soon?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah. If I don't do this now, I don't think I'll have the courage to later."

"Alright. Oh, the boys want you to watch a movie with them. They're waiting impatiently in front of the TV. You go ahead and do that while I finish up the rest of the packing. We're leaving tomorrow," Sirius said.

Harry nodded and leaned in for a quick kiss. Well, he meant it to be chaste. It turned into Harry wrapping his arms around Sirius' lean waist and licking Sirius' lower lip, asking for entrance. Sirius complied willingly and opened his mouth to Harry's insistent tongue. Harry wasted no time in exploring the warm wet cavern of Sirius' mouth, enjoying the moan it provoked. Finally, he pulled away.

"I love you," Harry said quietly, suckling on Sirius' earlobe.

Sirius let out a soft content sigh. "I love you too."

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The next day found Harry, Sirius, and their three boys attempting to move into their new home. The house they decided on was a dark blue color with white trim around the windows. The lawn was green, but probably wouldn't be so for very long. Neither Harry nor Sirius were very interested in botany and therefore would do nothing to keep the grass beautiful except for mowing it down once every other week. They were in luck with the garden though, the last witch who had lived there and created a large enchanted garden in the back yard. Self weeding even. Not that it was likely to make the garden stay for to long either. The boys were already plotting its destruction in favor of a Quidditch field. (Not that they'd need one really. There was a neighborhood field only a few blocks away, making Harry and Sirius glad they'd decided on a wizarding neighborhood. Neither was very good about hiding their magic and knew they were bound to slip up at some point.) Sadly enough, there was even a white picket fence.

The inside was every bit as beautiful as the outside. Upon entering, there was dark hard wood flooring, forest green walls and a staircase. Harry and Sirius' soon to be living room. The room on the left had a tan colored tiled floor and cheery yellow paint, obviously the kitchen. The room on the right had black carpeting and white walls, the future study. Upstairs, there were five bedrooms, all with blue carpeting and white walls. (Something Harry and Sirius were looking forward to, was painting each bedroom the way their boys wanted it.) There were three bathrooms, one tiled salmon pink, one tiled plain white, and the master bathroom inside the master bedroom, tiled aquamarine. Harry and Sirius loved the whole house on sight and decided that this is where they wanted to start their new life together.

Of course, with small children the actual moving in was becoming a difficult process. Every time Harry or Sirius tried to unpack and un-shrink an item, the boys would find a new way to injure themselves or break something.

"Ray, Ray, Ray no that's an electric socket and metal doesn't go in the- " Harry said in one breath. But it was too late. The fork met the electrical circuit and Ray fell back in a heap. "Ray? Are you alright?" Harry asked running over to his son to check for damages.

"Yeah. Peachy," Ray said coughing and sitting up. His hair was standing on end and his arms were shaking more than they should have been. "That felt cool! I'm gonna do it again!"

"No, no, no! No. Don't do that. Metal doesn't go in there. You could really get hurt," Harry explained taking the fork from his son and attempting to smooth down his hair.

"Daddy! Watch!"

"Darin! No! The staircase isn't made for sled-"

"WEEE!" Darin yelled as he rode his sled down the stairs. It was pretty obvious the two year old boy hadn't thought about where he'd end up after he'd made it down the stairs when he nearly crashed into the wall, only stopped by a quick Wingardium Leviosa by Harry.

Harry quickly scooped the giggling toddler into his arms and began to scold him. "Darin, no sledding into the house! Do you want to give me a heart attack?"

"But dad taught us how do sled down stairs," Ray piped up.

"He did, did he?" Harry said glaring in the general direction of the kitchen where Sirius was busy trying to put things away. "Well Sirius isn't the brightest of men. Don't do it." Harry gently set Darin down on the couch and plopped down in an armchair. "So Alex, got any brilliant ideas for getting yourself in trouble?"

"Nope," Alex said glancing carefully to his right. Sirius emerged moments later covered in flour and eggs.

"Alright, who charmed the baking ingredients to attack me?" Sirius demanded.

Alex hid his face with a couch cushion and began to laugh. Ray and Darin joined in when they realized how funny Sirius looked covered in eggs and flour.

"Hahaha. I'm so amused," Sirius said glaring at them all.

"I am actually," Harry said trying hard to hold back his own laughter. He moved forward and pressed his lips gently to Sirius'.

"EEEWWW!" Darin, Ray, and Alex yelled covering their eyes and sticking out their tongues.

"Oh hush up you demons. I'll tell you what. If you'll be good for five minutes, I promise we'll take you to the Quidditch field and play a game with you," Sirius said.

"Okay!" All three boys went immediately silent and sat on the couch doing their best to look like an angels.

"How do you do it?" Harry asked quietly.

"Easy. You'll soon find parenting is not about control. It's all about negotiation and bribery," Sirius whispered back. "I'll sit with the kids and spell myself clean, and you can take over in the kitchen. See if you can get any of that flour up."

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"We are ready to begin," Dumbledore said as the last member of the Order of the Phoenix sat down. "First, I'd like to welcome back Mr. Harry Potter to the fold." There was a polite smattering of clapping. Harry nodded. "More to the point, we've received some recent intelligence from Severus indicating that the actual location of Voldemort's base is not Riddle Manor as we had originally suspected, but in the Ministry building itself."

"But that's impossible! Someone would have noticed it before if that were true!" A plump witch with blonde hair objected.

"Your doubt is reasonable Janice. I agree, there should have been some indication of our new information, but that's why the second piece of intelligence is so important. Fudge is not on our side at all. He has become loyal to Voldemort. And that is why his base is in the Department of Mysteries. The one place no one has access to," Dumbledore concluded. He gave them a moment to let that information sink in. "Which brings us to the altercations in our war strategy. Mr. Weasley, care to enlighten us?"

"Of course Albus," Ron Weasley said standing up and conjuring a blueprint model of the ministry with his wand. "The Department of Mysteries of course is a much forbidden area, even to top Aurors such as Harry and me. I think that to have access to it, one of us either has to get in close to the Minister or become an Unspeakable. Since the latter is virtually impossible, I think we'll have to stick to the first option. We need to get in there no matter what. Too many dangerous objects are hidden behind the doors that lead into the main room that Voldemort now controls. We need to see what things Voldemort has his sights set on, and we need to do it without him noticing. It's not going to be anything like the time Harry and I broke into there. There will be Death Eaters guarding it at all times. The only way I can think to get in there is having someone else do it for us. All we need to do is get someone close to Fudge and give him truth serum once a week to update us on Voldemort's progress."

"Well said. You all know your duties. Mrs. Longbottom, you are the closest to Fudge as you are his secretary. Do you think you could handle this assignment?"

"Of course Albus. I used to do things like this all the time with Harry and Ron," Hermione said smiling fondly at her two best friends.

"Very well. The meeting is adjourned. Keep me posted on what's going on," Dumbledore said. Everyone nodded their agreement and began the slow process of leaving.

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Harry shot up with a start. Sirius' gentle snoring ceased abruptly as he opened his eyes groggily and looked at Harry was breathing hard and struggling to hold back tears.

"Harry? What's wrong?" Sirius asked.

"I've... killed people Sirius," Harry said quietly as the tears finally began to spill down his face. "I've just dreamed a memory..."

"Harry, you're an Auror. In war times people die. I know you don't like the idea that you've done it, but I know you did what you had to. I love you Harry," Sirius comforted as he hugged Harry to him.

"It still doesn't make it right. Killing can't be justified that easily," Harry said hugging Sirius back as more tears fell.

"No. It isn't right. But you must choose between the lesser of two evils. More innocents will die if you do not. I know they're both wrong, but you are doing the right thing. I'm proud of you," Sirius said gently wiping Harry's tears away with his fingertips.

"I love you Sirius," Harry breathed setting into the warmth, comfort and protection Sirius offered. "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you."

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A/N: Yay! It was a relatively long chapter! It only took me 5 hours to write. -;; Anyway, I think I gave you lots of stuff! A couple fluffy scenes, some sappy ones, some comedy, and of course, plot! Yay plot! Since I spent the majority of the time I had writing the story, I'm going to skip the reviews section this time. I'll make it up to y'all next time, alright? Come on! I didn't leave you on a cliff hanger this time! Enjoy it while it lasts! Until the next time I update!

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