Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, easy as that.

Author Notes: Okay, if you don't read this, it's your own fault, but I hope you read the 6th chapter Author Notes because it read…Someone asked me if Remus, Sirius, and Harry are gay. Well, one of them is most definitely straight and the other two are bi. So basically, two of them will turn out mostly gay and everyone else is straight and if you don't like this please don't continue reading. Also, please forgive me for the last chapter, I must have eaten something that made me go temporarily insane, so do NOT take any heed to Harry's dream…And my summary thing says the main characters are Harry/Sirius, so I think that is obvious which two are going to be gay…it just will take awhile for them to realized it though…dunces…

P.S. I get side tracked…I am sorry…

P.P.S. This chapter was supposed to be longer, but I decided this was a good ending to the chapter and that you people have been patient enough…

Time Slip

Chapter Eight

Discussions

After Harry had finished showering, he got changed back into his PJ's since he didn't have any other clothes to change into. He didn't know where his clothes he wore here were and he didn't practically feel like stealing any of the Marauder's clothing, because that would most definitely be weird in a sense, digging through there things and finding things he probably didn't want to find. He was already plenty scarred from being here for a short while. He wondered how he would survive the rest of the visit without going insane. Harry shrugged as he walked out the bathroom and walked back to the living where they slept that night. No one was there. Harry looked around and decided that since they were not here, that he would go look else where, like the kitchen…and while he was there he could get breakfast.

When Harry was outside the kitchen door, he heard voices talking. He leaned in close so he could make out the words.

"Hey Prongs?"

"Yeah Padfoot?"

"Where'd you're parents get off to?"

There was movement. "Don't know. I don't think they had work…" There was a pause. "Where's Harry?"

A brief silence. "Don't look at me like that Potter! I didn't do anything to him!"

"Sure didn't look like it…"

"For God sake Prongs! I just hugged him!"

"With only a towel on…"

"Stay out of this Lupin!"

"I really did miss something, didn't I Moony?"

"Really, it's nothing Wormtail."

Harry decided that he would go in now, so they would stop discussing him. He took a deep breath and put a smile on as he opened the door. "Hey guys." Harry said and all discussion stopped and everyone eyes went to him. This is what he saw…James was standing at the stove, cooking pancakes, eggs, and bacon and wearing a pink frilly apron. Remus was standing next to him, getting plates and what not. Peter was setting the table and Sirius was sitting at the table, eating batter out of a bowl. They all where wearing day clothes like t-shirts that had random sayings and jeans that were baggy.

James smiled at him. "Hey Harry, we were just wondering where you disappeared too." He looked over his son. "OH! I didn't give you any clothes, did I?"

"I don't want any clothes if I have to wear an apron like you." Harry couldn't help but reply with a snicker. Everyone else started to laugh too.

James looked indigent and stuck his nose in the air. "This just happens to be the only apron I could find and I didn't want to get my lovely clothes dirty." Harry just raised his eyebrow and walked into the room and sat down at the table. James sighed. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that I get you some clothes." He looked down at his cooking. "Well…umm…will someone please go get my son some clothes?"

"Why? Don't trust us cooking?" Peter asked as he sat down.

James shook his head. "No I don't. The last time I left you three to cook, I came back to having no food and a kitchen covering in gunk. I rarely ever see my parents that mad. So I'm sorry if I don't trust you with cooking." He paused and looked around at all his friends. "So, is someone going to get him some clothes?"

"I'll get it." Sirius said as he set the bowl down and started to get up.

James looked at him and turned to Remus, who was now leaning against the counter. "Will you go get some clothes Moony?"

Sirius gasped. "Hey Potter, didn't I say I'll go get him some clothes? What, don't you trust your best friend to pick out some nice clothes?"

James glared at him. "I don't trust you to pick out 'decent' clothes for my son, you perverted mutt." He turned back to his cooking and flipped the pancake he was cooking.

"I'm not going to dress your son in drag!" Sirius said.

"But you've dressed in it before." Peter pointed out and had to duck to keep from getting hit by Sirius.

"I was BORED!" Sirius said with the last word a shout.

Harry had listened to this all in interest. They were quite amusing in there own way. He looked at his father and he was going to say something but he realized he didn't know what to call him. He could call him dad, but that would be weird since they are the same age. So the best bet would be James, he supposed. "James?"

James looked at him. "Yes Harry?"

"You do know that you made Sirius my Godfather."

James didn't look too shocked, nor did the others. "Yeah, I probably did, but I must have been drunk when I said it."

"I liked him as my Godfather."

Everyone looked at him. "Yeah, Sirius is an okay guy…when you get to know him." James said while turning back to cook.

Sirius' eyes narrowed. "What do you mean 'liked'?"

Harry swallowed. 'Damn.' That was all he could think of.

"He probably found out about the real you." Remus said with a smirk. (He hadn't left the room to go get clothes, if you didn't notice.)

Sirius glared and did a dramatic sigh. "Is it pick on Padfoot day!"

Remus stood up and started to walk out of the room, but before he left he replied, "Well that must be an everyday holiday, since we do it constantly."

Sirius glared at the door and then glared at the people in the room who were all laughing. "Bloody jerks, the whole lot of you."

"Yes, we know we are. Now help me with setting up the table." James said as he turned off the stove and took off his apron.

As Peter and Sirius got up to help James, Harry realized that Remus had just changed the subject without anyone really knowing. Remus was good…and he was thankful for that.

About five minutes later, the table was all set up and Remus came back with a pile of clothes. He smiled as he handed Harry the clothes. Harry shuddered as he was sadly reminded of his nightmare. Apparently the others noticed the shutter, because Sirius took the liberty to comment, "At least I never scared him."

Remus glared at him. "'Yet' is the word that is missing out of that sentence you mutt."

"Well, you're a flea bag."

"Mongrel…"

"Ass hole."

"Jack ass."

"Bastard."

"Bitch."

"That's son of a bitch to you, thank you very much!" Sirius said with a shout as he jumped up to and glared at Remus. They were now really close together.

James and Peter laughed. "Yet another lovers quarrel." Peter said with a giggle and James nodded in agreement.

Harry glared at all of them and stood up. "Thanks. I am going to go get changed." And with that said, he walked out of the room.

As Harry walked towards the bathroom and locked himself in it, he realized he was being a royal prick. He shouldn't be getting mad at them for laughing at something that was actually quite funny. He sighed as he pulled off his pj shirt and slipped on a slightly loose black t-shirt that read, ironically, 'I didn't do it'. 'Of course the Marauders would have a shirt like this…' he thought to himself as he pulled off his pj bottoms. It was then that he realized that he didn't have another pair of underwear. He then saw that there was a pair of boxers that was red and gold striped. He looked at them and really didn't trust it. Harry knew the Marauders wouldn't be mean to him, but he was a teenage boy himself so he cast extra strength cleaning charms at it. When he was sure that it was perfectly clean, he slipped them on and then pulled on baggy army pants that he belted at the top with an army green belt. He looked at himself in the full length mirror in the bathroom and his reflection winked back at him. Harry decided that that was a good sign and opened the door to step out into the hall and head back down to the other four boys.

When Harry entered the kitchen he saw that all the Marauders were sitting around the table but nothing had been eaten. He saw the Peter and Remus were trying not to laugh, that Sirius was looking at the food longingly and James was keeping him at wand point. He looked at them curiously and asked, "Why are you keeping him at wand point?"

Everyone looked at him and Sirius practically radiated happiness when he saw Harry. He looked like he was going to jump up and kiss Harry and that is exactly what he did. He jumped up, hugged Harry tight and kissed him all over the face, while saying, "Thank you, thank you, thank you…"

Harry looked shocked but everyone else laughed, even James before he realized he didn't like Sirius touching his son. James glared at him, stood up, grabbed the syrup bottle, and squirted it all over Sirius' back and in his hair. He then grabbed some eggs and chucked them when Sirius turned around to at glared at him. Harry looked at Sirius back all covered in syrup as Sirius glared at James eggs all over his front. "Why did you waste perfectly good food?" Sirius said with a growl as he looked sadly at the eggs all over him. "Now I also am going to have to shower again."

James huffed and sat down. "Well, you sink and you had your grimy hands all over my son."

"That is still no excuse to waste food." He said with a mutter as sat down.

Harry looked at them weird and sat down. Then he looked at Sirius curiously and asked, "You aren't going to bathe now? Wont that stuff stick if you don't go bathe now?"

Sirius replied as he started to pile his plate high with food, "Probably, but I really don't care."

Before Harry could ask why, Remus answered, "He thinks with his stomach more then his head." Sirius stuck his tongue out at him, which was covered in food. "Very mature Padfoot. You must be wanted for you manners." With this comment, Sirius made a very rude hand gesture. "My point proven."

Sirius chose just to ignore him and since everyone else was hungry, they all dig in. There was minor talking, but mostly everyone was into eating. When everyone was basically done and they were clearing the table, they heard a pop and two figures entered the kitchen.

Everyone looked at the door and Sirius said, "Hi Papa Potter and Mama Potter. Where'd you disappear too?"

Mrs. and Mr. Potter smiled at the crew. "Hullo." Karen said as she sat down at the table.

When that was all she said, Michael took over. "We went to Dumbledore's." He said as he sat down next to his wife.

All the teenage boys stared at them. "Really?" Peter said. "What for?"

"Well, I'd think that was pretty obvious." Karen replied.

It seemed to dawn on most of the boys faces. Apparently only two, Remus and Harry, figured why they went. "I guess we had to tell him sooner or later." James said as he dried some of the dishes.

Everyone started discussing Dumbledore as Harry went into his own thoughts. He didn't know if was going to be able to see Dumbledore…after all, he saw him die and his funeral…it was going to be hard seeing him alive and not being able to tell him what will happen…he could save everyone here, right now if he just told them, but he knew better. He could screw up the future, no matter how much he wanted too…his heart practically shattered again…he seriously could save everyone. He looked at everyone with sad eyes and saw how happy they were…he looked at Peter…he could just tell…he shook his head. No…he couldn't…

He tuned back into the conversation right when Karen was saying, "Well, we need to find Harry O.W.L's."

"How?" Sirius asked.

"We just put his memory of his O.W.L's in a Pensieve." She replied cheerfully.

Harry raised his eyebrows at them. "Wouldn't believe me if I told you?"

Karen looked shocked at him. "Oh no! I would believe you! Darling, don't think that!" She seemed really upset and Harry felt bad.

"I was kidding…don't get upset." Harry said.

Karen sighed. "Okay…well, we have to go shopping today for you clothes and robes and what not, so while we're there we'll get the basics for you and the other such stuff for James."

"Well, I have to go home and get my money." Remus said as he stood up.

Peter stood up and said, "Me too."

Sirius sighed. "I have money with me, so I don't have to go home at the moment."

"You should move in with me." James said as he looked at Sirius.

"Really?" He asked curiously.

Karen laughed. "You practically live here anyways. And besides, your family isn't the nicest people in the world."

Sirius seemed to think about this and glanced at Harry for the briefest moment. "I guess…if I'm not going to be a burden…"

"Of course not!" said Michael.

Sirius smiled radiantly. "Okay then! I just have to go home and get all my stuff sometime."

"So it's settled!" Karen said with a giggle. She stood up. "Me and Michael have to get changed, so we will met Remus and Peter at Diagon Alley." Remus and Peter nodded and they headed towards the dining you so they could use the fireplace. "James and Harry can wait a bit and Sirius, you can go get your stuff if you want." Sirius nodded and headed towards the dinning room too. Karen smiled at Harry and James and grabbed her husband's hand. "Come along dearest! We must go and get changed so we can go! We'll be back down in a moment! You two may wait in the dinning room." With that said, she disappeared with her husband in tow.

James and Harry looked at each other with identically expression of disturbness. "Well, I think I'm scarred." James said as he headed towards the dinning room. Harry followed but looked over his shoulder at the unclean dishes.

"Are we supposed to clean them?" Harry asked.

James looked over his shoulder as he opened the door that lead to the dinning room. "No. Mum and Dad can clean them when we get home."

Harry shrugged and closed the door behind them. They both sat down and looked at each other. Suddenly Harry started to giggle. James looked at him curiously. "What's so funny?"

Harry coughed and tried to breathe. "I just remembered something…"

"What?"

"Sirius never took a shower…" and he burst out into uncontrolled laughter.

James' eyes went wide and he started laughing uncontrollable too. "Oh my God…" Tears of laughter started rolling down both their faces.

After awhile they calmed down enough to actually speak normally. James looked seriously at Harry and that made him wonder what was wrong. He soon found out. "So, how did you find Sirius when you first met him?"

Harry swallowed. "I found him in his room…with his mum beating him…I heard the yelling…"

James features became angered. "Stupid git…told him to come live with us…though we finally…" he looked at Harry. "No, you finally convinced him to stay here…"

He looked shocked. "Me? How?"

James shrugged. "Don't ask me. Ask him." Harry growled. "What?" James asked surprised.

"You sound a lot like Remus…"

"Really? Never heard that before…"

Harry glared. "Yeah…you both said I have to ask him about whatever we are talking about."

James smiled evilly. "Yes you do, though I might just have to hurt him…"

"Why?"

"No reason…"

"Arse…"

"I know…HEY! I am your father! You are not aloud to call me such things."

It was now Harry's turn to shrug. "You are my age…I can say what I want."

James glared at him and was about to reply when the Potter's showed up. "Time to go!" Karen said cheerfully. She then saw the dark expression on her sons face and the smug one on her grandson. "Okay, we missed something Michael."

"I know…we can ask them later." Michael replied as he headed towards the fireplace and grabbed a pile of green ash. "We have to go." And with that said, he through the stuff into the fireplace and shouted, "Diagon Alley." He stepped into the green flames and disappeared.

Karen smiled at the boys. "Coming?" And then she repeated what her husband did.

James looked at Harry. "See you there? Or would you like to go first?"

"I'll go after…" James shrugged and disappeared.

Harry went to grab a handful and remembered something so suddenly that he dropped the Floo Powder on the floor. "Sirius…" How could he have forgotten that Sirius was supposed to drop off his stuff? From that house…It was then that Harry decided he was going to wait till Sirius got back and if he didn't show up in half an hour…well then he was just going to go find him.

It had been about twenty minutes and Harry was getting really nervous. When he saw a bright light show up in the fireplace, his heart soared and then crashed when saw that it wasn't Sirius at all, but James…a very worried looking James. James glared at him. "Why the bloody fuck didn't you come through!" he yelled.

Harry was shocked. He didn't think he would get that pissed…"I was waiting-" But before he could finish there was another bright green light and a very beaten figure walked out.

He looked at James and Harry who were both wearing identical expression of shock. "Hey guys!" Sirius said cheerfully, as he stepped out while dragging a very big trunk.

"Bloody hell…" James muttered under his breath while Harry jumped up from his chair and sprinted to Sirius.

"Oh no…" Harry said sadly as he put his hand to Sirius bruised cheek…he was worse then before…if only he went with him…he could've protected him from the stupid family of his…

Sirius winced at the touch but continued smiling. "It's nothing, really. I've had worse. Besides this is the last time I will have to go to that house." He looked into Harry's eyes. "Hell no! Don't you DARE blame yourself Harry! You didn't do anything! You probably would've gotten hurt."

"No…" Harry replied quietly as he lightly touched Sirius busted lip and then his broken noise with his fingers. "I would've been able to help you."

Sirius opened his mouth to reply when he heard a cough. They both looked up to see James looking at them strangely. "Well, I think I will bring your trunk to your room Sirius. Do you need a Healer? Or could I possibly go and kill that bloody mother of yours?"

Sirius laughed. "No, I don't need a Healer. Harry healed me before and you could kill my mother, but I don't want you to go to Azkaban and never have Harry. And it's very much appreciated that you will bring my trunk to my room."

James nodded and walked towards them. He put his hand on Sirius' shoulder. "I'm really sorry mate…" He looked at Harry and backed to Sirius. "Be back in a few moments…Harry do your best to fix up this mutt…we would miss his immature ways." James then grabbed the trunk and dragged it out the door.

The two remaining people watched him leave. After a few moments, Sirius turned his face to smile at Harry's. "So, are you going to heal me?"

Some unreadable expression crossed Harry's face. "Yes." He replied and took out his wand. He started muttering healing spells on the worst stuff. "You should probably get some potions for some of these injuries."

Sirius looked at him curiously. "How do you know so much about healing?" Once again a dark expression crossed Harry's features and a pang went through his heart. Sirius didn't want to see those types of expressions cross Harry's lovely face…it made him sad to see them…

Harry smiled at him. "I just pick them up on the way…I've been told I'd make a good Healer…" When Harry said this, he was practically done.

Sirius looked at him sadly and lifted the shorter mans chin to look into his eyes. "You probably have more unseen wounds then I do…" he said quietly and sadly. Harry's eyes went wide. "I bet you had it worse then me…I really wish that I could've save you from all the stuff that makes you sad…I wished I didn't disappear and leave you…I'm so sorry for what is to come…I wish I could help…God, do I feel guilty…and it hasn't even happened yet…" His face was getting closer. He wrapped his arms around Harry and set his chin on top of his head. "I'm sorry Harry…"

Harry burrowed his face in Sirius chest and wrapped his arms around him. 'It's not you fault…' Harry thought to himself as he tried not to cry. 'It was never really your fault…'

"I will protect you Harry." Sirius whispered. Harry looked up into Sirius' eyes and realized how kind Sirius was and how his eyes had that spark that wasn't there in the future.

Sirius head got closer. Harry's heart sped up and his mouth parted slightly. 'Is he going to kiss me?' he wondered. As Sirius face was an inch away, Harry's eyes started to close.

Suddenly…he heard a cough. His eyes went wide and he spun around to see his father leaning against the doorframe. Sirius let go and smiled at James. "Hey…I was wondering what was taking you so long…"

"And I was wondering how holding him so close had to do with healing…" James replied as he walked over. "Though he did heal you up pretty good…even cleaned the blood off you…" James smiled at Harry. "Was he doing anything improper to you? You can tell me and I will hex him to the world." Harry shook his head, to stun to say anything. "Well, then…" James said, "We better get going. Harry, you first…"

Harry looked at him suspiciously. "You aren't going to hex him when I go, are you? I didn't just heal him to have you injure him again…"

James laughed. "No, I won't…I just want you to go first so I know you go."

Harry's eyes narrowed and then he nodded. "Okay…" And with that said, he grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and disappeared into a swirling green light…