The Potter Brothers CH2 rough
AN - before any of you start messaging me with complaints, I know that I said there was two bedrooms, there is only one and a sofa bed in the main room, I apologise and I'll change it as soon as possible. you mean as soon as you can be bothered! shut up... *pouts* Also, the date of Hermione's wedding is 19th of December, possibly, just make up a date for yourself, as long as it's close to Christmas.
"And that was my first day in an alternate universe." Harry concluded with a smile, he had stopped there because he had seen Hermione let off more than a few yawns through the last part of his tale, the same with Ron.
"But Harry! Carry on!" Hermione demanded.
"Not now Hermione, you're exhausted and it's got to be at least two in the morning." He insisted. Hermione sighed, it was obvious she was torn, she knew how tired she was but Harry could see she was desperate for more.
"You'll carry on tomorrow." She said, it wasn't a question and Harry knew it. "Sorry, we only have a sofa bed, you are staying right?" She asked fearfully.
"Of course Hermione, don't worry your socks off!" He joked, though she was too tired to retaliate.
They all got ready for bed, Ron and Hermione going into their bedroom and Harry and Sirius curling up together on a surprisingly comfortable sofa bed, or it could have been a comfort charm by Hermione.
Once they were all settled down Harry turned his head to face Sirius who had his arms around him from behind. "I'm really glad we could come here." He said quietly.
He felt Sirius smile. "And I'm really glad you're happy." He said, lightly kissing him in the lips.
"Yeah, I'm just, really grateful that I'm able to explain it at all to them, when I left... they would have been worried as hell." He said wistfully.
"Well it's good you have, do you think we can invite ourselves to Christmas over here, bring 'Rion and James?" He asked changing the subject. He knew Harry felt guilty even though he hadn't meant leaving, it wouldn't do him any good dwelling on it.
"That would be fun wouldn't it! I wonder how 'Rion would react to seeing his best friends but without them knowing him?"
"He'd definitely take the opportunity to spook them with all their own secrets!"
They lay in silence for a bit, both knowing neither of them were awake. "Thank you for being here for me, I don't think I could have done it without you there."
"I'll always be here, I promised, remember?" Sirius knew that despite the brave face Harry always put on, he was constantly worrying about things going wrong, like if Ron and Hermione hated him for leaving. The rational part of Harry knew they never would, Ron maybe a little, but he still worried. Sirius saw it when they were outside the hall where the wedding was taking place, he almost decided against it and would have left if it hadn't been for Sirius telling him to get his act together.
"I love you." He mumbled almost incoherently.
"I love you to Harrykins." He replied and tightened his arms around him.
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Hermione was always an early riser, unlike Ron, who could only be woken early if you got a piece of bacon and wafted it under his nose. She prised herself from her husband's arms easily without waking him and went through into the living room and paused.
Harry lay in the arms of Sirius, they both looked so peaceful and happy together. It was strange, trying to rap her mind around them. In her mind Sirius was the hollow, skeletal thin man who had barely survived his time in Azkaban and had the appearance to show for it. What was weirder still was Harry's marriage, she had nothing against gay marriage of course, her parents had never been particularly religious and she had never been exposed to the harshness of society. Harry had never been interested in men for all she knew, but then again, he had never shown the amount of interest in girls as the rest of the boys his age had, he was only ever into Cho and Ginny, and the relationship with Cho had been almost non-existent. And of course, Sirius was Harry's freaking godfather, though where they were from he wasn't, it was all too confusing to understand.
Hermione realised that there were a pair of green eyes looking back at her and she realised she had been staring. "Got lost in thought did you?" He asked playfully, with a slight smile.
"Yeah, I'm just, you know." She said, for once not being able to articulate her emotions.
Harry however, nodded knowingly. "Yeah I get it, sometimes I still have to stop and think about it for a second, make sure it's all still real, and that's after thirty five years." He said. At that moment it wasn't the forty five year old man who was talking to her, this was Harry, her friend. The boy who had had too much responsability forced onto his shoulders as a child. It was good he had got the chance to start again, despite that selfish part of her that wanted to keep him for herself now he'd come back.
Harry did the same as she did a few minutes ago and gently rearranged Sirius's arms so that he was no longer trapped within them. It was really weird seeing Harry as a grown-up, the last time she had seen him he was this battle-weary, eighteen year old boy and now he seemed this, jokey, always smiling forty five year old man.
"Should we prepare some food for breakfast then?" Harry proposed with a raised eyebrow.
"Sure, kitchens through there, let's go." She said moving round the makeshift bed and following Harry into the kitchen.
"So I was thinking." Harry said as he took out a frying pan from the cupboard he had found. "The story involves a lot more than me and Sirius, and I should really go back and tell everyone it worked and we were not blasted into space or something like that. So…" Harry trailed off.
"Get on with it and ask me what you want." Hermione said sighing. Knowing Harry all too well, even after all the years he still edged around questions instead of getting to the point.
"Would you let me go back and get the rest of the family? Or are you going to tie me up forever?" He quickly held up the pan in front of his face to block any possible flying projectiles. He peeked round the pan slowly to see Hermione's reaction.
She was smiling.
"Really?" She asked disbelievingly. "That would be amazing!" She said, almost squealing. "You could all come down for Christmas at the Weasley's! And you can introduce everyone and it would be so amazing!"
"So you don't mind me going away for a bit?"
"Well, only that it would delay the story." Hermione said honestly.
"I just got woken up by female squealing, Harry I hope you're not cheating on me?" Sirius said jokingly from the doorway, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Harry walked over into the arms of his husband. "Of course not, it's you I should be worried about cheating." He said kissing him slightly on the lips.
"It was only once when I thought James was you! And I was drunk!" Sirius insisted. "James did get quite the shock though." The two men laughed at the memory, Sirius had been at a graduation party that the marauders had pulled together after their last year, Sirius had become so drunk he had came onto James thinking he was Harry.
"Don't worry, I forgive you." Harry said playfully. "The plan worked." He said quietly so that Hermione wouldn't hear.
"What plan?" It seemed as though she heard anyway.
"Harry here said that-"
"Don't you dare Sirius, don't you dare say anything!" Harry said covering up Sirius's mouth with his hand. Sirius tried speaking anyway only for it to come out as a mumble. "And licking my hand won't work anyway, you do it all the time as Padfoot." Harry said as Sirius attempted to lick him.
Sirius began giving him the kicked puppy eyes. "No Siri, it won't work... stop, stop it now Sirius... Please!" He almost begged. "Fine." He said, releasing him after a full ten seconds.
"Well as I was saying!" Sirius started again, only for Harry to press his lips to Sirius's to stop his speech. "Well I can't argue that this isn't better." He said while engaging in the kiss.
"Ew! Old men snogging in our kitchen! Hermione get rid of them!" Said a new voice from the doorway.
Harry turned at him with eyes of pure fire. "Ron Billius Weasley! Don't you dare call me old!" Inside though, he was glad Ron was taking it jokingly rather like he would have in forth year. It seemed Hermione had him well trained since he last saw them.
Ron burst out laughing at his face. Harry turned to Hermione for help, only to see an amused look at their behaviour. 'Oh it was good to be back' Harry though with a smile.
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"Tell us a bit more before you go." Hermione insisted, blocking the doorway to the flat.
Knowing she wouldn't let them leave he decided to go with it, fearing the consequences if he didn't. Sighing, he led them all back to the sofa, though making sure he didn't get himself too comfortable, he continued the story.
"Well the next day I woke up early in the morning..."
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When Harry woke up there was light coming through his window, he looked at the clock sat on the bedside table, it read 8:34. He must have slept through the night. At that moment Healer Catherine walked through the entrance to the ward carrying a tray full of potions. She set the tray down on the small table at the end of his bed and took out a sheet of parchment from a pocket in her robes.
"Ah, you're awake." She said, noticing him watching her. "I came in last night but you were in a deep sleep and I didn't want to wake you, sleep is the best healer after all. I brought a newspaper if you want to have a look at it?" She said, handing the said paper to him. He accepted it gratefully before turning to the front page and doing a double take.
"New terrorist group attacks small village near London"
But, this close after Voldemort people would be terrified, and all looking to him to defeat them. This could not get any worse, not with him in this body.
"Oh yes, it's terrible news isn't it, they are calling themselves Death Eaters, going on about blood purity and all that, complete nonsense but it doesn't stop them."
Harry was frozen with shock, how were they back? He thought they were all rounded up in the end. Something was wrong with this, this was all wrong, he could feel it in the pit of his stomach.
"Now," she continued, "the potion is ready, we just have to put it into this piece of parchment and it should give us some results." Harry recognised the potion, in fifth year it had been the only potions he had looked forward to brewing. He had wanted to find out more about his family, the potion showed your blood relations on your father's side. Depending on how well the potion was brewed it showed more family members or less. Much to his disappointment the one he had made wasn't very good though, and only showed James.
Catherine sat in the edge of the bed and took a small beaker containing the blood red potion from the tray. She used a pipette and collected a few drops of the liquid before dropping them onto the parchment.
Harry held his breath, he was fearful of what would show up. She hadn't reacted to his name before and with the news he had a feeling that something very strange was about to happen, like a small warning going off in his head. The red liquid settled in the centre of the page before shifting, forming small neat calligraphy on the page. First appeared the words Harry James Potter from there came a line connecting to a man call Eddard James Potter which then connected to a Hadrian Charlus Potter. What shocked him was another line from his supposed 'grandfather' which led to one Charlus Hadrian Potter, the father of James Charlus Potter.
Harry sat in shock, staring at the page in his hands. He closed his eyes to think, behind his eyes he could see the face of the man who must have been Charlus's brother, his father. He could quite bring himself to see the man whose name was on the sheet of paper as his dad, although he did have those half memories like the day before.
The man had been there that night. The night he wasn't there but could remember. The man had told him to stay put, to stay and that he would be back to get him later. That was before the fires started and the spells flew. He hadn't wanted to leave but then the people had come. He had ran to the safety of the forest but the men in black had followed him. He blinked back the memories that weren't his, or were they?
Healer Catherine had noticed his deathly stillness and gently shook his shoulder. "Harry, are you ok?" She asked gently.
"Um, yeah." He tried but it only seemed to come out as a whimper. The healer gathered him into a hug, calming him down. The images of destruction were racing across his mind, not only the images of the fire but of the Second Wizarding War. A dead Fred, Remus, Tonks, Dobby, Sirius, Cedric, the countless Muggleborns dead at the ministry, the devastation of Hogwarts. Everything hit him like a giant wrecking ball and he collapsed into Catherine's arms sobbing.
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It had been a day since Harry and Sirius left when Ron heard knocking on their door. "I'm coming!" He shouted, before walking up to the door and opening it.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you, I'm Ron Weasley, and this is my wife, Hermione." Said a red haired, blue eyed doppelgänger from the doorway.
Ron promptly fainted.
So yeah, some nice Sirius/Harry fluffitude there. I know its shorter than the other chapter but I didn't have much of a way to continue it with the next chapter. Next chapter introduces Orion and James Potter-Black as well as some other mystery people! even Leo's exited, aren't you Leo! Grumble See! he said he couldn't wait for the next chapter too! even though he lives in my head and knows everything already.
ANYWAY, review people, all writers love reviewers, good and bad, just please make it constructive please, thank you for reading!