Sirius is alive. It is Harry's seventh year. A bit of a one-shot. HP/SB/RL
Mentions of JP/LE

"Am I really like my father?"

Sirius Black groaned loudly and covered his face with his long shaggy hair. Remus rolled his eyes at Sirius and turned back to Harry.

"Well, you look like him, sort of."

"But not too much, that would be weird." Sirius interrupted.

"Why?" Harry asked.

Remus looked embarrassed and motioned for Sirius to explain.

"Well, we were never interested in James. He was so wrapped up in Lily, in your mother, that he barely noticed when we started dating."

Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around his godfather's neck. "When did you start?" he whispered into the older man's ear, smirking.

Sirius coughed. "Fifth year. Harry stop it, I can't think whilst you're doing that!" he protested, fending off his godson's wandering hands.

Remus watched them wrestle, smiling softly.

It's amazing. I'm a werewolf; I thought that meant to be alone. Then James and Sirius and Lily and… showed me I was wrong. Remus closed his eyes and thought back.

Second week of fifth year. Sirius came back late to school, walking into the Great Hall in the middle of dinner and waving enthusiastically to Remus and James. Remus smiled back, used to the familiar jolt in his stomach that he got when Sirius smiled at him.

And then that night. Walking around the back of the Quidditch bleachers…

"Sirius said he lost the Quaffle around the back of the bleachers, and he asked me to come fetch it with him." Remus blurted, watching as Harry and Sirius leapt apart.

"What?" Harry said, sort of dazedly.

"It's when we got together."

Sirius blushed, and Harry grinned, leaning back against a handy wall. "I like this room." He murmured.

Remus waited as Sirius also leaned back, the room of requirement shrinking suddenly so that all three were sitting on comfortable rugs against walls that were not cold.

"We walked around the back. Sirius was a bit, clumsy and fell over." Harry laughed and Sirius scowled. "Don't tell it like that Moony," he turned to Harry. "I wasn't just clumsy." Sirius flashed Remus a wicked grin as the perfect way to embarrass him came into mind.

"Walking in the dark with the most beautiful boy in school, I kept looking at him sideways and falling in potholes. He was so beautiful, like now, and he had this pensive look on his face, like he was thinking about something very important. It was driving me nuts. I just had to tell him." Harry's face was serious, and Remus' was red.

"So I fell over, and when he went to help me up, after" Sirius flashed Remus a look, "After he finished laughing at me, I pulled him down with me."

Harry laughed and said softly, "I'm glad you are with me, both of you."

Remus moved forward and kissed the dark haired boy on the lips, gently. He pulled away slowly and turned to Sirius, and the two men kissed, harder and fiercer than with Harry.

Harry waited, but the two didn't break apart. Sadness creased Harry's face.

"You love him." he said flatly.

Sirius raised his head, and looked Harry in the eyes. "Of course I do Harry, I've loved him since we were teenagers. But that doesn't mean we don't love you, or we love you less."

Remus nodded his agreement. "You don't have to worry Harry- we don't want to rush you, that's all. We're not trying to leave you out, just make sure that you are ready, you are prepared."

"I'm 17 now." Harry said, searching their faces.

"Yes, and we plan to take full advantage of that fact" Sirius smirked.

Both men headed towards him, surrounded him in their arms. Harry hesitated, his lips inches from Sirius'. "So I'm not like my father then?" he asked, teasingly.

"Not in the important ways. Not in the way we love you."

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