Deeper He Falls

"Black, I have decided that you and your…Godson would serve me better if he knew you were alive. I have also decided that I will release you, but trust me, I will have an eye kept on you".

Sirius could do nothing but stare with his mouth dropped open, doing the perfect imitation of a gaping fish. Did Voldemort just say that he was letting him go? Sure he had also said that he would have some one watching him, but he had also said that he was letting him go.

"Do I have your word that you won't tell the Order when I am located? Well, just put it this way, if you reveal this little piece of information I will find you and your Godson, and I will kill the both of you" Voldemort warned.

"Of course, I already know Potter is aware of your status. He must also know that you will be thrust into my fireplace and flooed to your residents, in about…lets say twenty minutes" Voldemort was smirking at the look on Sirius' face.

"Such a shame though. Letting you go, you were awfully nice to look at", again Voldemort trailed a finger down Sirius' cheek; he paused for a moment, and then smiled coldly.

"I don't think your Godson likes when I touch you, he's very angry with me right now".

"Nott! Wormtail! Take Black!" Voldemort ordered, and Sirius was dragged away.

Voldemort turned towards the wall, and sneered.

"I'd wake up if I were you, Potter".

Harry jerked awake, and looked at his watch. He had exactly three minutes until Sirius would be arriving. Harry grabbed his glasses and shoved the covers off of him. He bolted out of his bedroom and into the Parlor. He waited for several moments.

His patience was rewarded, flames in the fireplace were suddenly turning emerald green, and a body was hurled across the floor. Harry meeting the said body half way. Harry dropped to his knees heavily, just staring at the figure of his prone Godfather. Harry gently turned him over, laying Sirius' head in his lap. A dry sob heaved from Harry's throat.

"Bloody Hell, Sirius, if you ever, ever do this to me again, I will kill you myself", Harry ground out, running his hand through his Godfather's hair.

"Hey, Green Eyes", Sirius smiled warmly.

"Fucking hell, I was about to come get you myself".

"So, he was right, you did know I was alive", Sirius said, a grim look passing over his face.

"Yes, Sirius I knew".

"And what he said, was it true?" Harry knew what he was referring to. Not one of his smartest moves.

"Yes, I-I did try to contact him, but it didn't work out as planned", a pained look crossed Harry's face.

"He said you wanted to join him". Sirius paused for a moment, "Is that also true?"

"I don't think we need to worry about that right now. Right now, I need to get you on the couch, and you need some medical attention", Harry offered.

"I'm fine, Harry. I want to know what the hell you were thinking?" Sirius snapped.

"Sirius, you were hit a few times with the Crutaitus Curse, and I'm sure some of the other Death Eaters roughed you up a bit. So, I am sure I am right in saying that you need some medical attention", was losing his patience.

"I want to know the truth", Sirius growled.

"Yes, Sirius I offered to join him, is that what you wanted to know? Are you happy now?" Harry snarled.

This wasn't going as planned. Harry had not expected things to go this way.

"Now sit right there, I'm going to get Remus", Harry said stiffly.

Bolting up the stairs, Harry burst through Remus' door, and hopped onto his bed.

"Remus, wake your lazy arse up", Harry poked him.

"No, go 'way", Remus swatted at his finger.

"Remus, if you want to see Sirius I suggest that you wake up".

Remus shot up in his bed, looking frantically around his room.

"I thought you said he was here?" Remus said.

"He is, just down stairs". Remus didn't wait for Harry; he had already run downstairs to see Sirius. Harry followed him, just not as fast. Harry stopped at the foot of the stairs, his eyes widened in surprise. Remus was touching Sirius, his hair, his cheeks, his lips, and pressing kisses to every bit of skin he could find.

Harry felt a wave of hot jealously, anger, and possessiveness. With his teeth clenched, eyes dark and angry, and hands closed into tight fists, he slowly turned around.

CRASH!

The couch that they had been sitting on blew up, and Sirius and Remus were thrown onto the floor. Harry went rushing down the stairs, and fell beside Sirius.

"Oh God, I am so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. I should learn to control my temper. I'm really sorry, Sirius", Harry rambled.

"What got you so angry?" Sirius asked concernedly. Then Harry thought, what had gotten him so angry, that he had decided to blow up the couch? Was it because, when he saw Remus down here, touching Sirius, and knowing that he wouldn't ever be able to do that? Was it the anger that he felt? What was it? Why did he even care, what Remus was doing?

Harry looked into Sirius' crystal blue eyes, and his heart fluttered. Harry quickly looked away, and cleared his throat.

"I dunno, I just got angry, might have been Voldemort".

Sirius seemed to accept this; he raised his hand and ran it through Harry's hair.

"You've grown Harry".

Harry leaned into this touch.

"You haven't been gone that long Sirius".

"Yes, but people grow up faster then you want to accept. So, then you realize, that they aren't the same people that they used to be. You're so very different then when you were thirteen. You aren't a child anymore, Harry" Sirius whispered.

Harry pulled his face away from Sirius' hand, and without another word, went back upstairs. Harry dragged his arm across his face to stop the tears that threatened to wreck havoc across his face. Why did it have to be so hard?

Why was it that he just couldn't be normal? He had wanted to join Voldemort out of pure revenge for Sirius, and now that Sirius was back, Harry still wanted to join him. He wanted to do it, because he knew that he could, and that Dumbledore could not stop him from doing it. Some part of him kept telling him it wasn't a good idea, and he wouldn't listen to it.

A knock sounded at his door, and Harry barely acknowledged it. Harry did, however, grunt telling who ever was at the door that they could come in. Harry stared at the open door, a figure slowly closing the door behind them.

"Harry…I'm sorry if I've made you mad", Sirius said softly. Harry turned to him, his eyes dark and clouded with something that Sirius couldn't decipher.

"You haven't made me mad, Sirius", Harry answered, and his voice was deep and choked. Sirius walked toward him, and sat down on the side of Harry's bed. Sirius lifted Harry's chin as it had fallen sometime ago.

"Well, obviously I've done something", Sirius whispered, his lips ghosting above Harry's nose. Harry drew in a breath, and held it there. Sirius brought down his lips, and firmly planted them on Harry's. Harry's eyes shot wide open, Sirius began moving his lips; Harry sighed against Sirius, and started to respond.

The door banged open.