Title: It Would Have Been Like

Author: Dwight4Studly

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Harry is desperate to know what it would have been like to live with Sirius if he had not fallen behind the veil. He just finds out more than what he knew.

AN/ Had a bad day, so I thought I'd give you guys the beginning of our little Harry's journey to truth. I own nothing. Please, please review!

Chapter 3: Truths of Things Unknown

Warmth engulfed Harry, his vision blurring comfortably. He breathed deeply of forest and fresh air and … dog? Eyes flying open, Harry stared wildly about him, sitting up abruptly. He groped around for his glasses and placed them on the bridge of his nose hastily. His vision blurred into the shape of a room around him.

The room was of medium size with people on posters and pictures waving enthusiastically at him. It also consisted of an oak wardrobe, a small desk, and a squishy twin sized bed with scarlet sheets. It was oddly relaxing. Even … homey. Where the hell was he?

Suddenly, a familiar voice, scratchy with morning wakefulness, stopped him dead. Could it be? …

Sirius Black stuck his head in the doorway. He looked at Harry sleepily with pale eyes, his long tousled ebony hair falling down his lean chest. He only wore a pair of loose pajama bottoms that drug to the floor and a shabby gray t-shirt. "So you're awake! Come have some breakfast," he said smiling before leaving down the hall that was clearly visible from where Harry sat among the soft, worn sheets. Harry's head buzzed with disbelief.

Happiness flooded him as he jumped out of the bed, noting the blue and white striped ruffled cotton pajamas that he wore around his thin frame. He was really living with Sirius! Sirius was alive and well and making him breakfast! He had to restrain himself from running down the unfamiliar hall into the kitchen.

"Take a seat my fine, young fellow! What will it be, then?" Sirius said slightly charismatically, even for this early in the morning. He charmed pans and plates to guide themselves to the small round table in the center of the medium sized, kosher kitchen. "Scones, toast, bacon, eggs, you name it."

Harry still couldn't believe it. Dare he believe it? …

"… Er … toast?" Harry said, still awestricken at the sight of his charmingly handsome godfather. Harry slowly sat down at the table, facing Sirius as he moved around to prepare the morning meal. Harry couldn't help but stare in awe at the father figure he thought he had lost forever beyond the veil. He looked so very … different … there was just something about him that almost … glowed …

"Toast it is! Then how about some bacon and sausage and … Let's see ... What else does Moony like for breakfast around this time?"

… Moony? You mean-

"Good morning," called a drowsy voice from the doorway.

-Professor Lupin?

Remus walked over to Harry, ruffling his hair affectionately, then moved swiftly passed him.

This is odd. What's Professor Lupin doing here? Why is he- Harry was caught mid-sentence as his questions were answered before his very eyes.

Remus walked softly up to where Sirius was standing at the counter, slipped a lithe arm around Sirius' slim waist, and kissed him. On the lips. And Sirius kissed him back. What the hell is going on here! Harry couldn't believe his eyes.

After letting go of the tender kiss, Sirius asked, "So what will you have, love?"

"Love?!"

"Oh, just some tea, thanks. I'm not that hungry …"

"Oh, have some scones, Remus. You should be hungry after all the romping we did last night," said Sirius smiling and turned to wink at Harry. All Harry could feel was rush of blood to his cheeks, his mouth dropping in amazement.

Oh my god!

"Sirius! Stop that!" Remus said punching Sirius' arm playfully, blushing himself.

Sirius laughed, raising his hands in defense, "Alright, alright! I'm sorry for damaging our Harry's young virgin ears." Remus laughed too. Harry had no idea why they were laughing and honestly was afraid to know.

"What's wrong, Harry? You look a bit flustered. Do you need some water?" Remus asked, spying Harry's shocked state. The two adults started to walk over to him. "No– no … I'm- I'm fine …" Harry muttered looking down into his lap.

" It's sunny today, so I'm going to work in the garden today. It looks like it's choking." Remus stated as he put the cleaned dishes away.

Sirius stretched and settled in his chair. "That sounds like a good idea, Moony. How about you and I play some catch, Harry?" Sirius said, turning to Harry.

Erm … catch? "Sure."

"Great! We'll go change. See you out in the front yard in ten minutes." Sirius said, standing to drag Remus away. Remus flashed a smile at Harry before they disappeared behind the doorframe.

What was that? Sirius and Professor Lupin? Together? As in- Oh god! They're actually-

Harry's train of thought was interrupted as his head fell and slammed against the table.

He really didn't have a problem with guys being … that way with each other. The Dursleys did all the worrying he'd ever have to do. That didn't mean it wasn't a shock. He had had no idea.

Then a thought struck him.

If this is how things would have been like … than that means … Sirius and Remus were lovers.

Harry suddenly felt absolutely horrible. Here he had acted like a child over Sirius' death, while Remus had to silently suffer.

With that in mind, them being together really wasn't so impossible. They seemed so happy with each other.

Okay, it's not so bad. But I swear, if they pull another one of those kissy moments, I think I'll have to kill myself.