It took about ten minutes before what had happened sunk into Sirius's system and he scrambled up and out the door after Harry. Praying that he wasn't too late, he hurried down the hill, looking around for him frantically. He saw it then, a lone figure walking down to the bottom.

And he ran.

He ran faster than he ever did in his life as he saw a big purple bus pull up in front of Harry.

If he hadn't stopped to wipe his eyes, Sirius would have never caught him. The bus would have sped away and he'd never have seen either again. But he got it. Boarding it right before it disappeared.

He paid the conductor, a young man in his early thirties who was eyeing him out suspiciously, and moved around the bus looking in every seat for his husband. Eventually he found him in the empty top storey, curled up on a sofa, a tissue held to his eyes.

Cautiously, Sirius approached him and took the place next to him on the seat. He didn't even look up, but Sirius knew that he knew he was there.

"I don't get why this happening." He said softly to him. "We've never fought before in almost five years. And now, the time when we should be celebrating our first baby, we're arguing constantly."

"I don't know either. It's just with everything. The baby, everything, every memory we've ever saved, being destroyed, the whole spiked tea with my family, your family nearly killing you and Regulus, worrying that your heart suddenly stops somewhere and I lose you, it's just too much..." He sobbed again and Sirius wrapped an arm round him and he leant against his chest crying softly.

"I never knew you were worrying so much." Sirius said honestly, feeling horrible inside for not noticing before. "It'll get better."

"When? After the baby's born? It'll only get worse. One more thing to worry about for the rest of my life. What if it hates me?"

"You've been reassuring me it won't hate me for months and you've never said anything."

"What good will that do to help you feel better?" He said softly and Sirius looked now at him, no longer seeing his superhero, but instead the image of a helpless scared child curled up against him and it occurred to Sirius that was probably how he felt.

Everything had been decided for him. He hadn't gotten the choice to wait until he was ready to have a child. He hadn't got asked whether he wanted something growing inside and depending on him for nine months. And yet he'd been selfless enough to constantly comfort him about his own fears.

"We have no guarantee that he won't hate us, but we're both going into this together. And sure, it wasn't planned, but he'll get all the love he needs. From both his parents." Sirius said and Harry looked up at him. "We've come too far to let this end now. I love you. Please, come home."

Harry didn't answer, but closed his eyes and rested his head again against Sirius's chest.

"I love you too." He said softly and Sirius took that as a yes. He leant back and watched Harry as his breathing slowed and the grip on Sirius's robe loosened. Eventually, he got up, careful not to disturb him and went back down, telling the conductor to turn the bus around. He agreed after Sirius slipped him a few galleons, but told him it could take quite a long time.

"The lad upstairs, 'e seemed quite in a hurry to get to the UK. Somewhere round London."

"Well he changed his mind. Take us back where you picked us up." He nodded and turned to the driver. Sirius meanwhile started walking back towards the stairs. He wasn't really surprised where Harry had been going. He'd been born and raised in England and felt most comfortable there. Sirius was sure that if there weren't complications of moving between countries and birth certificates, he would prefer the baby born there too.

He sighed. Maybe he should consider transferring ministries? But his head of department was ready to drop dead any day now and a promotion to head of The Magical Communication department could be his. That would mean travelling quite a bit, a large salary increase and a lot of large Ministry functions and parties. Harry would appreciate all three. Besides, they were already moving house sometime in the next few months to be safe from his father; moving countries would just put more stress on his head.

The bus changed directions and if Sirius hadn't held onto the banister at the top of the stairs, would have fallen right back down. Harry woke up with a sudden gasp as he nearly fell off the sofa. He put a hand over his heart and looked around. Sirius heaved himself up and before the bus could turn again, hung onto the couch and sat down, Harry moving forward so he could lie behind him.

"They're turning it around, we'll be home in about an hour." He said and Harry nodded, lying peacefully in silence against Sirius.

"Why do you feel the sudden urge to leave the house?" Sirius asked him suddenly and Harry didn't look at him. Eventually, he answered.

"I love you. More than anyone I ever have known and more than I'll ever feel for anyone, but before I met you, I was in classes at school, in Diagon alley shopping, parties on the weekend, doing recitals and meeting dancers from other schools, I'm used to being around people. I need social contact with more than just you."

"All of a sudden? It's never bothered you before." Harry blushed and looked down.

"You know the other day when you went to the toy shop and left me to do the grocery shopping?" Sirius nodded. "I ran into Junie, you remember Junie?" Sirius nodded and if he didn't fear upsetting Harry again, would have rolled his eyes.

Junell Lawrence, a perfectly feminine name for Harry's fellow dancer, had been the bane of their relationship and caused the few petty arguments they did have. The trouble he'd caused included telling him Harry pretended to be virgin but had had an affair with their Potions professor in sixth year, trying to convince Harry not to move to Bulgaria, and the worst one, attempting to kiss him and making it seem like he started it, then holding it over his head for an entire month, to name a few.

To be frank, Sirius had not been sad to see him go after getting accepted into one of the ballets like Harry had auditioned for, though the only reason he got in being that he was dating one of producers.

Excited chatter echoed through the grounds on a chilly May morning. Twenty-five carriages drawn by winged-horses stood upon the Potter's front lawn, all being prepared for a long flight.

Near one of these carriages stood the reason for needing to transport almost a hundred men, woman and children halfway across the continent. The younger of the two rubbed his nose against his fiancé's, making him chuckle and kiss him tenderly.

"Only five more days." He whispered, holding his hands tightly in his own. "Then you're all mine."

"I've been yours since the day I met you." The romantic moment was interrupted as Sirius was pulled away by the collar from behind. He managed to look at the person who was choking him and stop them.

"What are you doing?"

"The wedding's in five days. If you think you're travelling for twelve hours alone in a carriage with my Godson, you've got another thing coming…" They muttered and dragged him by his arm. Sirius was able to catch a glance at Harry, who was being dragged away by Nymphadora and his mother.

Remus finally let him go after about thirty metres when they reached the carriage they'd have to share. They went behind the carriage and Remus took out his wand.

"Since James is still showing no interest in being a part of this, it's my job to tell you this. If you ever hurt him in anyway…" As he listened to his threats, Sirius did the strangest thing. He laughed. Remus got angry at this, which only made him laugh harder. Eventually, he backed away, stalking off.

Sirius used this to his advantage and managed to sneak away, weaving in and out between the carriages until he saw Harry. He was talking to a short, rather flat-faced person about his own age. He reminded Sirius distinctly of a Persian cat. Sirius hated cats.

"Couldn't you just wait another few days?"

"I can't. John and I leave tomorrow morning with the group. We've got a show in two weeks."

"So you'd rather miss my wedding for a man you don't even know?" Harry spoke strongly, but Sirius could hear the quiver in his voice.

"It's important to me to do this and you'd rather hold me back for your one day? Don't be so selfish, Harry." Sirius didn't hear the response but got in the carriage from the other side so Harry didn't see. A few moments later, he climbed up into it sadly. Sirius put an arm round him as tears slowly leaked out of his eyes. As he quietly sobbed, Sirius's mind drifted.

"Well, weddings are at least good for something." He mumbled after a few minutes as the carriages started to take off. They lay sprawled across the seat, Harry lying in Sirius's arms, a tissue in hand and tears still coming out of his eyes. Sirius's mind drifted away as he thought about what had just taken place.

It seemed in the past few months, everything had split apart through Harry's life. As far as Sirius knew, four of his friends from dancing, objecting to his sudden resignation had refused to come.

His father had done the same over something twenty years ago and a week ago, Remus had protested Harry moving over (his mind had quickly changed once he saw how upset it made his Godson). Sirius knew there were more he hadn't heard about, but adding Junell to the list proved exactly how much a loyalty test this had all become.

As Harry gave a small sob, Sirius felt glad that he was finally getting him out of there...

"Apparently they were doing a few shows somewhere up north and had stopped for a rest."

"He still with the producer?"

"No, says he's single and loving it. Though he seemed surprised I was still with you. Thought it would end in divorce after a few months apparently."

"Jealous." He mumbled. "I know I'm going to regret asking this, but how is he?"

"He's okay." Harry hesitated for a moment. "Said it felt good to be the thinner one for a change." He blushed and looked down, refusing to meet Sirius's eye again. Sirius realized how for the past few days Harry had make sure the lights were out before letting Sirius remove his clothes and made a vow to kill the bastard next time.

"If this is the way he feels better about himself, bringing you down, then he hasn't changed a bit, the selfish arsehole." Harry laughed softly. Sirius put his head on his shoulder.

"You shouldn't feel bad about it, it's only because of the baby, and you're still better looking than he could ever be."

"Yeah, right."

"My opinion counts right? And I think that you look absolutely stunning." Harry sniggered. "Last week when you turned up suddenly out the bathroom and surprised me like that, your beautiful red hair, which you'll change back when we get home, right?" Harry nodded. "Your beautiful red hair left loose around your face, just those tiny little pink knickers with the little bows on and our baby, our beautiful growing baby, your tummy on display just like that for anyone to see. Yowzah, Harry I don't think I've ever felt so turned on in my entire life." Harry looked at him and blushed, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Too bad I don't feel like it."

"You have the courage to go through this pregnancy when you weren't even given a choice. Just had it all pushed upon you, and that, my Swan, is true beauty."

From when they'd gotten home, he'd been expecting Harry to scream in pain and tell him painfully that it was coming. At dinner when it had given an especially hard kick, Harry had given a small 'oh' in surprise, and had found himself being scooped up in his husband's arms. Only when Sirius had come running downstairs with a bag of stuff quickly thrown together for him, dropping his wife down unceremoniously down on the couch beforehand, Harry had been able to tell him that it wasn't a contraction, before laughing at stuff he'd packed.