"Have you lost your mind?" Sirius raised an eyebrow and smirked at him.

"This is from the person who was skinny dipping a few weeks ago." Harry was speechless for a moment before gesturing to Sirius's baggy shirt and running shorts.

"Please explain?"

"Well, I couldn't sleep and I was thinking… I want to, slim down, quicker and I have nothing better to do, so why not going jogging?"

"Good idea, let me go change and I'll come with you."

"Wait, you can't."

"I can't?"

"Now's not the time for you to be tiring yourself out or dieting. Go inside before you turn blue." He said, gesturing in the same way to Harry's knee-length bathrobe and bare feet.

"I've never been on a diet in my life." Sirius kissed him before running off, looking behind him at his husband.

"Be glad you haven't." He called. "They're horrible."

Later that day, Sirius found himself digging in between the cushions of the couch, throwing the decorative pillows to the floor impatiently.

"What in heaven's name are you doing now?" An exhausted voice said and Sirius stopped.

"I thought we bought you those robes for a reason last week."

"We did. What's the problem?"

"Why are you still wearing mine then?" Harry shrugged, fingering the collar and holding it to his nose, inhaling the scent. "Right. When you're done sniffing the clothes, why don't you go have a lie down? You look too tired."

"I still have to finish the washing and scrub the kitchen floor."

"I promise I'll help you do it later." Harry grinned at him.

"I'm going to hold you to that, you know."

"I know you will. Now go sleep. I'll come up in about an hour." Harry went upstairs and Sirius continued digging, eventually crying out in triumph as he held up the bone they'd bought. He transformed and after spending a few moments chewing on it, padded outside with it in his mouth.

He dug a hole in the backyard and had his nose buried in it, sand flying everywhere, when he heard a snigger. He stopped and looked around sharply.

"Still resorting to your animal instincts?" James said shaking his head. "Come on, it's freezing out here." Sirius personally disagreed with him. Compared to the usual weather, today was quite warm. But considering the only time James had been here was for his and Harry's wedding (They had gotten engaged in spring, but had wanted a winter wedding. So instead of waiting an entire year, they'd had it in summer in Bulgaria), he pushed his way through the backdoor anyway and let his father-in-law follow.

He turned back and James looked at him in distaste. Well, Sirius had expected that because of the mud covering his hands and face from digging in the moist ground. He took his wand out of his pocket and started cleaning the dirt off.

"What do you want anyway?" Sirius asked James as the shorter man walked into the sitting room. Sirius followed and James didn't even glance at him, instead he looked at the pictures on the mantle. He examined one of Harry and Sirius cutting the cake at their wedding before answering.

"You know what I want. You got our letter last week and yet you didn't come. Do you know how upset Lily was when neither of you turned up for dinner?"

"Do you know upset your son was after the last one?" Sirius said through gritted teeth as James turned to look at him, he looked just as angry. Neither noticed Harry woken up and was at the top of the stairs listening to every word.

"What? He was upset because we actually want grandchildren someday?" James gave a loud cruel laugh. "You know, Lily actually gave him a potion for it a few months ago, slipped it into his tea. But you've got to have sex within three days, so obviously it didn't work." Sirius opened his mouth but no words came out.

"I knew I shouldn't have allowed this marriage."

"Get out."

"What are you going to do if I don't? Sit on me?" Harry had heard enough and both heads turned as there was a crash. Harry came storming down the stairs, glaring at James. He went right up to him.

"How dare you?" He whispered in a dangerous tone, poking a finger in his chest. "What gives you the right to decide when we have children? You don't know everything. We could have three of them sleeping upstairs already and you would never know it because you're just a selfish bastard. And who do you think you are to insult Sirius? Overweight or not, he's twice the man you'll ever be and I would have married him whether you allowed it or not!" Harry said this all very quickly, but Sirius caught every word of it. "Now, get out, or I'll make you leave."

"Wha-" Harry screamed and Sirius had to pull him back as he started shooting random hexes at James, who covered his head and ran for the door. Once he was out of sight, Harry stopped and collapsed into Sirius's arms, breathing deeply, the exhaustion showing on his face as he passed out.

When Harry woke drowsily, he found himself in his and Sirius's bedroom. His husband was sitting next to him on the edge of the bed. He smiled when he saw that Harry was awake.

"Hey Baby." He whispered. "You did great. Gave him exactly what he deserved."

"I was just, so angry, that they think it's their right to decide our future."

"I know. You have every right to be angry. But you lied to me, you said you took the potion."

"I thought I'd accidentally taken it."

"How would you accidentally take that?" Harry blushed and didn't say anything. "Harry…what have you been doing?"

"I found one of your old cauldrons and I've kinda been, experimenting, with different potions." Sirius looked at him in shock. "What? You thought all I did was cook and clean?"

"But you actually drank those potions?"

"Just one. It seemed right." Sirius looked at him like he was mad.

"What the hell was the potion that you felt the need to make yourself?"

"An energy potion. I knew that if I asked you to get it, you'd just tell me I needed more sleep."

"This was before or after we had tea with your mother?"

"About three weeks after." Sirius sighed.

"At least this explains some things."

"Like what?"

"Like why you're already bigger than you're supposed to be. You're three weeks further along." He reached out a hand, brushing it along Harry's side and feeling the baby squirm.

"Are you still complaining about me wearing your robes? It saved us from having to deal with them even more." Sirius, if he heard this statement, didn't acknowledge it.

"I just can't believe you'd be so irresponsible to take your own potions. I could have come home and found you dead!"

"You're mad about that, then?"

"What do you think?" Sirius snapped and pulled his hand back before standing up and leaving.

He didn't go back to their room that night and he didn't see Harry until he came downstairs to go to work the following morning. He didn't say anything, but kissed Harry on the top of the head and left without waiting for a response.

He came home late that night, his apologies and carefully thought out reprimands playing over again in his mind. The house had no usual sounds of Harry in the kitchen preparing dinner, or his occasional off tune singing. Sirius knew straight away that something was wrong. He found the kitchen empty and a smallyellow note on the table. He read it three times in horror before spinning around and running upstairs.

Sirius.

Gone to do some serious thinking. Suggest you do the same. Will be back once I've cleared my head.

All My Love.

Harry. xXx

A scream of anger and shock sounded from the bedroom as Sirius pulled out the drawers, finding half of his husband's wardrobe missing…

For those you didn't notice, fanfiction went on a deleting spree once again a few days ago. Various people I know have lost stories and accounts. I am no exception. 'Mama knows best' was taken down and I have been onban for the past few days... Thanks for all the reviews, they're picking up and I could not be happier.

This chapter is dedicated to all those who wanted angst, magic and Harry going off at James.

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