A/N: Ohkay, this is my first fanfiction, I would enjoy it if you review it when your done reading it. I must warn you, it will have HBP spoilers and adult situations. It is a Harry/Ron and Lupin/Sirius pairing. It is mainly Lupin/Sirius after the first chapter. If you don't like the whole slash thing, then don't read it. Oh, and please, I am just a guy with a keyboard and an imagination, so don't sue me for writing this fanfiction. I make no profit whatsoever out of it, all I get is a daydreamy look on my face a (hopefully) reviews.

Harry lay on his bed on the Knight Bus, muffled cries escaping through his pillow and filling the empty space around him.
His seventeenth birthday had been yesterday, and he had run away, but didn't know where to go. He had made a huge mistake leaving that letter where he did, and he knew it.
All summer long he had been writing Hermione, hoping that she could help him figure something out. The thing was, he thought he may be gay. When school let out, he found out that Fred, George, Ginny, Charlie, Bill, and Fluer would be going to America as soon as the wedding was over, so they could be safer. Molly and Arthur had decided to let Ron stay, so Harry had company during his fight against Voldermort. Harry hadn't written Ron very much, though, just Hermione. Ron was the root of his uncertainty.

Hermione's jaw had actually dropped when she read the letter from Harry. Once she got over her immediate shock, she ran to get a quill and parchment so she could reply.

"Harry, I can only imagine what you must be going through right now. I won't ask who it is that is making you think this way, but I want you to know I am fine with it. I understand that you are at that age where you question things, as...I am too. I thought I loved Ron..but Ginny and I talked and...I will leave it for another time. Point is, Harry, Ron and I stand behind you one hundred percent."

She couldn't have ever possibly expected this, but there it was, the words "I think I might be gay." Staring up at her from a letter that came from one of her best friends, Harry Potter.

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Harry was ecstatic. It was his seventeenth birthday, and he was officially of age to do magic outside of Hogwarts. He was grateful that he could do so freely, without risk of being expelled from Hogwarts, for he had decided he was going to attend Hogwarts for his last year. He wanted to destroy Voldermort that much. In the morning he had written Hermione the letter, and about two hours later her reply came, along with a rectangular package. He read her reply, pausing to wonder what her and Ginny had said, then tore open the package. He found a book, wrapped around the book was a fine golden chain with a little golden snitch hanging from it. He carefully took it off and placed it around his neck, happy that she got him something so...him. He opened the book, only to find another book hidden within it. The title was, So You Think You Might Be Gay. Harry smiled, knowing how hard it must have been for Hermione to destroy a book like that, just so she could hide another within it's pages. His head snapped up as he heard a clicking at the window, and squeaky little chirps. He opened the door and Pig flew in, hooting happily at Harry, who relieved it of it's burden and opened the small package. It made Harry smile. Ron had given him a small toy of himself. Obviously Fred and George had expanded their field of business. Harry wrote a quick thank you note to both of them and stood, scooping up his toy Ron. He walked out of his room, leaving both the book Hermione had giving him, and the door, open.

He sat on the swings at the park, watching his toy Ron pose for him, then had an idea. He tugged on the toys cloth shirt, pulling it off, and put it in his pocket, then he made a move to take it's pants off, and stopped himself. "What am I doing? It is just plastic!" He stood, dropping the toy into his pocket, and walked back to the Dursely's. As he entered his room, the smile that had been on his face fell. His room was torn apart, his belonging destroyed and their remains strewn all over.

His uncle Vernon stood in the center of the room, in one hand was the letter from Hermione, in the other, the book she had sent. He so purple Harry thought for a moment that he may be choking, then was taken by surprise when Vernon strode forward and hit him hard across the face. He had taken two more blows to the face before he remembered he was seventeen, and, pulling out his wand he yelled "Petrificus totalus!" And watched as his uncle went rigid and hit the floor, shaking the whole room. Harry packed up the few things of his that hadn't been utterly destroyed, grabbed Hedwig's cage, and ran. When he was on the street he jutted out his wand and jumped to avoid the Knight Bus. As the doors opened he smiled, "Hi Sta-" He stopped himself, remembering that the Ministry was holding Stan in custody.

So here Harry was, trying to think of a place to go. He couldn't go to the burrow, he didn't want to risk having to bunk with Ron and getting an erection and screaming his name while he slept...again.

Then it hit him-Sirius! Sirius had left him his house, and the Order still hadn't returned to it! He spoke to the driver, and a few moments later it stopped in front of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. He had promised himself he wouldn't return, but this was the only place in which he could be alone for the time he needed to sort things out. He sighed as he entered, leaving his trunk at the foot of the stairs, then trudged up them, finding the way into his room and collapsing in the bed, wishing for sleep.

To Harry's surprise, Ron walked into the room. Before he could speak Ron had jumped on him, straddling his waist. He pressed his lips firmly against the other boys, and pried Ron's mouth open with his tongue. His moan was stifled by Ron's tongue, which was now exploring his mouth. Ron hurriedly pulled off Harry's shirt, kissing his chest. He twirled his tongue around Harry's nipples, then nibbled lightly. He moved lower to kiss Harry's toned abdomen, licking it all over. He then moved lower once more, licking around Harry's bellybutton. Harry moaned loudly, "Ron...Oh God, Ron!"

Ron took the encouragement and moved lower still, pulling off Harry's trousers and inspecting the tent in his boxers. He began to suck lightly on Harry's erection through the boxers, making Harry scream in anticipation, then Ron hurriedly pulled them off and licked Harry from base to tip. After a few more of Harry's delighted moans, Ron took in his testicles, sucking lightly, then moved upwards to Harry's now-throbbing erection. He began to suck lightly, then stronger, and Harry could feel it coming. He screamed Ron's name as he came into Ron's open-and-waiting mouth...or did he?

Harry sat up quickly, feeling a warm, sticky sensation in his crotch. He sighed, then jumped in fright as the room door open; "Harry? What are you doing here?" He heard the familiar voice of Remus Lupin, and relaxed, then tensed up when he realized he must've been quite loud to get the attention of someone he didn't know had been in the house.

"Er... I left the Dursely's. I turned seventeen, and my uncle...I don't want to talk about it tonight." He said, glancing at his watch. Three in the morning.

"All right, Harry. Your birthday present is up in the attic, you can get it tomorrow."

"Thank you, professor. Er...I have two questions I would like to ask. One, what are you doing here?"

Lupin sighed, "Fenrir..he found out I was a traitor. I had to come here and hide to be safe."

"That explains that, then. Er..number two...how did you know I was here?"

Remus could sense the fear in Harry's voice, so he decided to spare him any unnecessary embarrassment.

"Your trunk was downstairs."

"Oh, okay, then." Harry smiled, then yawned, "Well, I guess I should get back to sleep. G'night."

"G'night, Harry." Remus replied, although the whole time a voice in the back of his head was screaming; Could Harry really be gay, and in love with Ron? Could it be like Sirius and I, all those years ago?

And while Remus was thinking that, Harry was thinking how lucky he was that Lupin hadn't heard his moans, and certainly happy he hadn't head Harry scream Ron's name.