A/N – Okay, formatting fixed! I have no bloody clue what it did! Blah! Anyway, I told you I'd get this up soon! LOL

"How'd it go, Moony?" Sirius asked.

"Perfect, Minister Gervais was very nice, assured me that she wouldn't give Dumbledore a chance in hell of finding us, however, those weren't her words," Remus replied.

"Ooooh! You met a girl! Go Moony! So…when will you ask her out?" Sirius raised an eyebrow, Remus looked sheepish, but then glared at his friend.

"Padfoot, if you aren't careful I'm going to turn you hair into a terrible shade of pink!"

"You can try!" Sirius sing songed.

Sirius and Remus, Harry Potter and the Story of Secret's (Part 17)

Harry Potter and the Price of Love

Part 3

"Will you leave me alone all ready? I'm fine!" Sirius growled at the nurse. The witch backed off and decided that attending to the quiet companion of Black would be a better idea.

"Sirius, you really are in bad shape," Remus said.

"I've been worse, what gave you that?" Sirius asked, pointing to a six inch long cut that crossed Remus' face on his left side.

"The cutting curse, it could have been worst you know, it could have gotten my chest, as I am sure it was supposed too," Remus replied.

"Damn idiots," Sirius muttered.

He and Remus were currently in a bedroom of the Riddle House. There were two queen sized beds and the colors red and gold were prominent in the room. Sirius had one black eye and he was pretty sure that his right ankle was twisted in some way, it was painful to walk on, but he hadn't given that a thought at all as he and Remus arrived at the room on their own leg power.

"I'm glad that we got Harry out in time; I don't know what we would have done, otherwise," Remus said. Sirius got up and pushed the medi-witch away from his friend. He took up a cloth and started to wash the cut that was still bleeding.

"If I ever find out who even tried to harm Harry, I'll kill them myself!" Sirius muttered.

"There is no doubt about that, Mr. Padfoot," Remus muttered.

"Why, Mr. Moony, if I didn't know any better, I would think that you would join me in my killing spree," Sirius smirked.

"You are simply evil, but, you are right," Remus shrugged.

"Why aren't you in bed? Melinda can take care of Lupin," Riddle stood at the door glaring at the two younger wizards.

"Er—I'm perfectly all right," Sirius said.

"You are not, sit," Riddle replied, he pointed at the bed. On instinct, Sirius raised his hands to show that he was unarmed and slowly back towards the bed and sat down.

"Now, what happened?" Riddle asked.

"We're…not sure," Remus said.

"What?"

"We woke up, had a bad feeling and sent Harry here, then we prowled the house to make sure no one was inside; then someone blasted it, we got thrown back a few feet and then the fighting started," Sirius said.

"Do you have any idea who these attackers were?" Riddle asked.

"Not really, but I can hazard a guess," Remus said.

"A guess? I don't have time for guessing games," Riddle said.

"Mr. Padfoot would like to ask Mr. Moony what clues have brought Mr. Moony to his conclusion?" Sirius asked.

"Mr. Moony would like to reply that the sent of the attackers was very familiar. Mr. Moony would also like to add that the curses and hexes used were those that Mr. Prongs, Mr. Wormtail, Mr. Padfoot and Mr. Moony, himself, had thought up during school and during their time in the Order of the Phoenix; with that in mind, Mr. Moony proposes that somehow, Dumbledore got wind of the location and sent Order members there to retrieve young Pronglet and to kill both Mr. Padfoot and Mr. Moony,"

"I see; does Mr. Moony know who has done such a thing?" Riddle asked rolling his eyes as he did so.

"Mr. Moony has not puzzled that out, but he believes that it is someone outside of both the Death Eaters and Order,"

"Mr. Padfoot believes that Mr. Moony is right; Mr. Padfoot suggests that a paid spy snitched on Mr. Moony, Pronglet and Mr. Padfoot,"

"All right, neither of you are allowed out of bed," Riddle said before he left the room.

"Methinks that Lordy Darkness is pissed off," Sirius muttered.

"I heard that!" Riddle yelled from down the hallway through the still open doorway.

"Methinks that if Mr. Padfoot isn't careful, that Lord Voldemort is going to kill Mr. Padfoot himself," Remus raised an eyebrow. Sirius laughed and the two bickered and talked while the medi-witch fixed their injuries.

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If it could be possible; Harry didn't think that he could be this lucky, or blessed, whichever came first. He sat quietly in a chair set between the two beds, a book in his lap. It was the one that Draco had gotten him, someone had retrieved it for him and had happily given it back to him. Harry loved Quidditch, he all ready knew which position he would play too.

Seeker, he was small enough, and God only knew the instinct he had to duck since he had to learn early because of his cousin. Harry flipped through his book, he didn't mind the charred edges, he thought it gave the book character.

"Hey there, Pronglet," a voice said from his left; Harry turned to see Sirius watching him.

"Is that an interesting book?" Sirius asked.

"Please, it's too early in the morning to think of Quidditch," Remus muttered his eyes weren't open but he grimaced, it wasn't that he didn't like Quidditch, he just didn't like to talk about…all the time that was.

"What happened to you two? Uncle Sevvie said that you were hurt but that you would get all better," Harry said.

"We got into a fight," Sirius said.

"A fight? That wasn't a fight," Remus said, he glared at Sirius, who stuck his tongue out at the other.

"Than what do you call it?" Sirius asked.

"An ambush,"

"A fight! It was a bloody fight!"

"It was a test of skill," Remus muttered.

"Good bloody grief, you are dense if you didn't see that cutting curse come towards you," Sirius said.

"Why did we come up with that curse again?" Remus asked.

"To help Lily make all those Bridesmaid dresses for her sister's wedding," Sirius barked in laughter.

"Right, who in their right mind would pick bubblegum pink for their bridesmaid dresses? It didn't even match the rest of the wedding colors!" Remus grimaced.

"Ugh! Yellow, blue and bubblegum pink! That was a circus!" Sirius grimaced

"What was a circus?" Harry asked.

"You're Aunt Petunia's wedding to Dursley – Er – you're Uncle Vernon," Sirius made a lynching motion with his hand.

"It was more like the Muggle Prom nights that Lily would tell us about,"

"Wasn't that American Muggles though?" Sirius asked.

"Probably," Remus shrugged.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"Oh, well…."

"Do we have to go? I don't even know you're sister!" Sirius cried as Lily fixed his tie.

"No, but, she said that Mum was hounding her about it, and so Petunia just had to make her happy," Lily shrugged.

"I hope this doesn't take long, I don't think I can take Dursley making snide remarks for long," James muttered.

"Now James…"

"Lily, dearest, I love you, forever and forever, I love you; however, this James Potter is no push over and Dursley will learn that the hard way if he pushes it!" James said.

"You have no clue how many times I have wanted to hex my sister, I'm not looking forward to this either, but she is family," Lily gave her husband a look. They had only been married a month and now Lily's sister, Petunia Evans, was getting married and would soon be Mrs. Petunia E. Dursley. She was a plain woman, but Vernon Dursley thought that she was the most wonderful thing in the world.

Many times, James would say that Lily got all the brains and looks of the family, and he was right, even Remus agreed.

"Come on, we'll be late!" Lily said. She was dressed in a dark green sun dress with a matching scarf. Her hair was in an intricate French twist and she was wearing the pearl necklace that James had given her for her birthday. They piled into the Mr. Evans second car and were on their way to the chapel.

N o expense was spared for Petunia; the chapel was huge, with French doors leading inside the building. The floors were polished wood and statues of Mary and a grown Jesus stood on either side of the entry way.

"Good grief," James whistled.

"Would have been neat to get married here," Sirius said.

"Wish we could have afforded this for James and Lily," Remus muttered to Sirius.

"Has anyone seen Wormtail?" Sirius asked.

"Asked, but he couldn't make it," Lily said. They continued on down that hall way that led to the Church congressional. James sighed, why did it have to be pews?

The benches had cushions of something to sit on, and down the isle was an intricately embroidered a white bridal runner, it had beads of diamonds and pearls on it.

"Lily's was better, all the women who married a Potter used it, much family history," James said.

"I wish she had a better sense of color," Lily whispered; Sirius heartedly agreed. The rest of the church had curtains of yellow, bubblegum pink and a sickening blue. The flowers were mismatched, event he vases weren't the same.

The music was as traditional as ever; Petunia walked down the isle on her fathers arm amidst standing people, she sent a smirk Lily's way who just smiled; Vernon was wearing a traditional tux.

Even the vows were traditional and Lily almost laughed as Petunia stumbled over most of the words. But, that was nothing compared to the reception….

"Sorry to interrupt, but I have to check on the patients," Melinda smiled at Harry as she walked into the room.

"But it was just getting interesting!" Harry said. Melinda ruffled his hair.

"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to deal," Melinda shrugged.

"Harry?" Narcissa made her way into the room.

"Draco wants to know if you want to play with the new kitten we just got?" she asked.

"Oh boy! Did you guys here? We got a kitten! It's a stray, like me! And you wanna know what we named it?' Harry asked as he climbed out of the chair.

"No, what?" Remus asked.

"Lily!" Harry replied, "But…" Harry trailed off.

"What is it?" Sirius asked.

"The kitten isn't a 'she'…"

"It's a 'he'?" Remus asked.

"Got it in one!" Harry grinned, and then he was out the door.

"How much you want to bet that the kitten will now answer to 'Lily' from now on?" Sirius asked.

"Maybe so, but at least the cat won't be a bloody git because the children named him 'James'," Remus said.

"You are so right," Sirius agreed.

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A/N – Okay, end of that, but don't worry! More action – Er – plot coming up! So stay tuned!