Disclaimer: Characters belong to JKR. Not mine.
Notes: I wrote this a long, long, long time ago, but never got around to posting it here. So, several years after the fact, here you go. For those of you loyal fans who adore my R/S stories, and I have reason to believe there are a few of you. Thanks for staying loyal. Also, Sirius is alive again, no explanation given. I just felt like writing it. AU, I suppose.
Accessory
To say that Remus and Sirius were in love, Harry decided, was like saying Ron had red hair.
The statement was indisputably true, yet was also a gross understatement. Ron's hair was red, yes, but it was a violent and explosive red that one couldn't help but notice and occasionally stare at. The love Remus and Sirius shared was exactly the same way.
It oozed from their pores. It dripped from their eyes and apparently their lips as well, the way they always leaned in together to whisper sweet nothings. Harry didn't even want to imagine how romantic they got behind closed doors, when they couldn't even keep their hands to themselves in public. They were forever stealing kisses, and brief touches that meant nothing and everything.
All in all, they lived in their own little paradise and sometimes Harry felt rather out of place.
Now, he wasn't about to complain. They also made a point of showing him how much they adored him. Sirius lavished him with expensive gifts and Remus was always eager to take him out to concerts and plays.
Separately, they were everything he had ever wanted in a family. Everything he ever could have wanted. But when they were together he knew that he was merely an accessory of their world, and not in fact at the center of it.
While it bothered him some, he realized his treatment was better than it ever had been with the Dursley's, and he also realized that they would probably calm down and stop being so romantic once things had gotten into a routine. After all, they had assumed Sirius dead. It was only natural that his lover would want to constantly reaffirm his continued life with constant contact.
So Harry resigned himself to wait, and occupied his time with his friends.
And wondered if he would ever find anyone that could possibly love him like that.