In Ten Minutes

James opened his eyes and let out a pained moan as he moved his sore muscles. Well, tried to move them anyway, he was chained to a wall and couldn't move his arms much. James sighed and surveyed his surrounding, hoping maybe to find a way out. He was somewhat happy that Harry and Sirius hadn't been at the Headquarters when they were attacked; hopefully he was the only prisoner. James felt someone watching him, and he tensed up his body.

"Well, I can't say I'm happy to see you Mr. Potter, I'm sure that you could say the same?"

James' eyes swiveled around to meet the cold, scarlet eyes of Lord Voldemort, who, if it was possible, looked even more like a monster then the last time James had seen him.

"What do you want, Voldemort?" James snapped his eyes flashing in anger. Voldemort gazed at him with something akin to faint amusement.

"Potter, is that how you normally treat your Hosts? I thought your parents would have taught you better than that. Being a pureblood", Voldemort was mocking him.

"It's more than I can say for you, you filthy halfblood! You aren't fit to walk the ground I spit on", James snarled, jerking against his bindings. James saw Voldemort's face contort in rage.

"You'll pay for your insolence, Potter. I'll make sure when we find your precious son, he'll pay too", Voldemort sneered coldly. James saw red when Voldemort threatened his son.

"You touch my son, and I'll torch you so fast there won't even be any ashes for your followers to find", James threatened his voice dangerous.

"We'll see about that, Potter". Voldemort turned and left the room, leaving James on the ground, fuming.

Harry landed gracelessly on the floor of the parlor in Grimmauld Place, and ran to the hallway, hoping that he might find his father. Harry paled as he found Remus on the floor, his wand in his hand, a stream of blood coming from the corner of his mouth, his lips blue. Falling to the ground beside Remus, he pursed his lips, rage coming in bursts and black darkening the edges of his vision.

"Oh Remus, what have they done to you?" Harry whispered, putting Remus' head in his lap, stroking brown hair from his closed amber eyes.

"S-silver hand", Remus gasped. Harry looked down and around Remus' neck were finger marks that left burn marks which didn't look pleasant. Harry heard the footsteps coming down the hall, and knew it was Sirius.

"Harry, there's nothing we can do, we have to get Remus to Hogwarts", Sirius murmured. Harry nodded and with Sirius' help they lifted Remus to his feet.

"Harry, you are allowed to stay mad at people", Remus started from his bed. Harry glanced at him, not knowing what he had meant.

"Huh?"

"You are allowed to stay mad at Sirius, what he did wasn't the right way to solve a problem. He hurt you, and you can stay mad at him", Remus clarified.

"Yeah, I know, but I can't. I don't know how too. Remus, I think I love him", Harry stated. Remus stared at him and smiled.

"Yeah, I know. In fact we all do. The only people that don't are you, Sirius, and your father. Which I might add, should stay that way, at least for a while. For the sake of Sirius' welfare".

"Remus, he's just so stubborn. He gets under my skin and I just want to hit him or something", Harry said. Remus grinned at him and tipped his face up.

"He has that affect on a lot of people, just tell him", Remus whispered.

"But what if he rejects me, Remus? I don't know how to handle that", Harry murmured.

"He won't".

James wasn't a stupid person, nor was he as thick and impetuous as most people thought him to be. He knew a bad situation when he saw one, and right now, he happened to be in a very bad situation. Finally coming to a conclusion that he wouldn't be able to get out without a fight, he shifted his eyes to survey his surroundings.

It was disgusting.

The walls were covered with slime and seemingly blood, with bits of bone mixed in. The Cell was small, James couldn't quite tell just how small, but smaller then most. And his arms were trapped in chains that were almost too tight for circulation.

"I am so screwed", James Potter assessed.

James just hoped that his son didn't come for him, that was what the Order was for, and Harry was not to be dragged into it.

"Harry, if you come for me, I will personally see to it that you do not see the light of day until, you turn fifty", James mumbled to himself.

"You are a dim-witted git", Remus said in a manner that suggested it was known to the whole world, when his long time best friend walked into the Hospital Wing.

"I love you too, Moony", Sirius grumbled sarcastically.

"You really hurt him", Remus said. Sirius sat down heavily in a chair and stared darkly at the floor. "Runt needed to be taken down a few pegs".

"Sirius, you're lucky James didn't find out. He'd gut you like a fish, and hang your head with your house elves", Remus cautioned.

Sirius visibly winced and tugged at the collar of his robes, "I should probably go, Harry's having a mental break down. 'Bout ready to charge off into battle".

"Yeah, you run away from this, just like you always do" Remus shouted at his friend's back. Sirius twirled back around on his heel, his face livid and his eyes hard.

"What do you want me to say, Remus? That I want to fuck my 16-year-old godson? That I want to bend him over every flat surface I can find, and screw him into the floor? That I love him so much that it physically hurts me to even think that he might have been with someone else?" Sirius' dark eyes grew even darker, his jaw tightened, and his fists clenched.

"Sirius, I'm not saying that I condone this, because I can guarantee that if and when James finds out about this, you will suffer. You will suffer a lot, because Harry is the only thing that James has left of his family, and he'll be damned if someone tries to take that away from him, but I know that you'll take care of him, and keep him safe. I can also say that for Harry's sake, your relationship won't ever get boring" Remus said.

Sirius knew that Remus was right; there would undoubtedly be problems if he pursued a relationship with his godson, but he figured that he could handle it. He'd never felt this way about anyone before, he never thought that he would find a person that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, in fact in most of his thoughts had been that he didn't even believe in love. No one had ever said it to him; no one had ever loved him, so why should he go through the pain and disappointment?

It was later that day that Sirius found Harry sitting near the lake, staring at the water. Harry looked tired and small, and Sirius wanted nothing more to take him away, where they both could be without any worries. Sirius sat down next to Harry.

"We need to talk", Sirius said quietly. Harry nodded, his shoulders slumped.

"Yeah, I supposed we do. Why did you kiss me, Sirius?" Harry looked at him, his eyes puffy and swollen. Sirius wanted to lie to him, tell him it because he'd been horny and Harry was the first piece of ass that he could find. It's what he'd said to all his other conquests, and some part of him, the bigger part, told him that Harry didn't deserve to be treated like anyone else.

"Because you're beautiful when you're angry, and I think that I'm falling in love with you", Sirius said bluntly. Harry's shoulders tensed and Sirius wondered if maybe he'd made a mistake.

"Harry, I can't promise you that I'll be there for you every single time that you need me to be, and I can't promise you that I won't hurt you, because it's inevitable, it will happen. But I can promise you that I will do my best to protect you, and love you", Sirius blurted out, his mind doing all the speaking for him, and Harry looked him again, his emerald eyes shining, and his face set into a small smile.

"What will dad say?" he muttered.

"I doubt he'll be speaking much when he finds out", Sirius murmured. Harry leaned up, and Sirius couldn't resist Harry's lips, and this time he didn't need to hold back.

"My dad's is held captive, and we're snogging", Harry whispered against Sirius' lips. "Yes, but I doubt there is anything we can do until we know where he's at".

"I know where he's at" Harry said, pulling away. Their lips making a smacking nose as they separated.

"Why haven't you told anyone?" Sirius snapped.

"I did, but Dumbledore told me that I shouldn't worry because there wasn't anything we could do until Snape came back", Harry stood up and started pacing back and forth, between the trees and Sirius, mumbling things that Sirius was sure he didn't want to hear.

"He said that Voldemort wouldn't kill dad, because he needs him to get to me", Harry glanced down at Sirius, looking smaller then he already was. "Do you think that he's okay?"

Sirius pulled Harry into his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist, "If what Dumbledore says is true, then I have no doubt that your father is anything but pissed off".

Sirius leaned down to capture Harry's lips again.

Harry smiled into the kiss, and pulled away, "As good of a distraction as this is, I'm still going to get my father out of there".

Sirius sighed exasperated, wondering if Harry was really insane or just reckless.

Either way, if he could kiss Harry anytime he wanted, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

*dodges rotten vegetables* I know, I'm like a year behind, and I am sooooo sorry. I have no excuse, other then I'm lazy?