Chapter 7

"Are you sure that this is a good idea?" Remus whispered as he and his husband walked down the silent hallways.

Sirius nodded, "Of course it is. I thought of it".

He whacked him on the shoulder, "Be serious, will you?"

The animagus turned to him with a straight face, "But Remus... I'm always serious".

It took all of two seconds for them to dissolve into uncontrollable laughter.

"Black, Lupin, what is the meaning of this?!"

They both immediately sobered up and spun around, only to come face to face with their old childhood enemy.

Sirius grinned, "Snape, how good to see you!"

And that's only partly a lie, he thought to himself.

After the war ended, and Harry had explained a few things, Sirius had grudgingly come to respect the ole' bat, and no longer mercilessly teased his ex-arch-nemesis.

The admiration, however, was purely one-way.

"I asked you once before, Black, but I won't ask a third time. What are you doing here?!" He snapped.

Remus sighed, "We don't want to fight, Severus. We're here on Harry's behalf".

The potions master's eyes immediately softened.

Another thing that had changed after the war, was his treatment of the 'Golden Boy'.

Neither Sirius nor Remus knew what, exactly, had gone down, but at the end of it all, both student and teacher had emerged from the shrieking shack with all hatred and anger vanished between them.

Snape, Sirius had decided, had gotten a soft spot for the now-20-year-old boy, and despite his... less-than-pleasant... Attitude towards said boy's godfather, if the reason that they were there was because of Harry, then he would reluctantly hear them out.

"What about him?"

"He... He has a new friend" Sirius explained, and the Professor glared, "And why, exactly, is Potters 'friendship' such a large concern to you?"

"It's a boy... A 17-year-old-ish boy".

"... Unless Potter and this boy are planning to have underage s-"

"OKAY!" Black exclaimed loudly, "Too much information. And completely wrong... I think..."

Remus shot him a dark look, before turning back to Snape, "What we mean, is that this boy is... different... as such. He's powerful. Extremely powerful... And we plan on asking Dumbledore just why the hell he isn't currently in Hogwarts".

"Right... Try the Transfiguration Room..." Snape replied, continuing down the corridor, "And I'd hurry if I were you. He's leaving for a meeting soon".

Remus and Sirius spared one look at each other, before taking off down the hall.

Bursting in through the doors to the Classroom 1B, they both came to an abrupt stop.

Startled, wide-eyed faces stared back at them.

Faces of at least two dozen Second years.

They had Transfiguration first class on Tuesdays.

Fuck.

"Mr Black, Mr Lupin, I assume you have a reason for barging into my classroom and interrupting the class like this, yes?"

They both jumped at the voice and looked up, only to find Professor McGonagall staring back at them, a bird sitting on the desk next to her.

And a lot of other desks had birds on them as well, Remus noticed, while the select few smart children, had managed to successfully turn theirs into Goblets.

"Ah… We're l-looking for Professor D-Dumbledore, ma'am" Sirius stuttered.

It seems that after all these years, the terrifying witch still had a hold on him.

"And you did not look for him in his office, why?"

"Well, we were going to" He continued quickly, taking small steps backwards, so that his husband stood between him and the Deputy Head, "B-But… We… Ah… Ran into Snape, and… Well… It's all his fault!"

She frowned, "All Professor Snape's fault? Now where have I heard that story before… I would have thought that after all these years, Mr Black, you two would have gotten over your childhood immaturities".

"Forgive us, Minerva" Remus said, shooting a dirty look at his partner, "It seems that Sirius will never grow up… I, on the hand, am a tad more sensible. You said that the Headmaster was in his office?"

"Yes, I believe he is, Remus, I can-"

"Remus Lupin?"

He frowned, and turned at the sound of his name, only to find a somewhat scared looking 12-year-old staring back at him.

The boy spoke again, "R-Remus Lupin, right? That's your name?"

Walking over to his desk, the 6ft 2 wizard crouched down so they were equal height, "Yes. It is… And you are?"

"R-Robert Stebbins" He replied quietly, his blond hair falling over his eyes as he ducked down his head.

"Stebbins…" Remus muttered, "You're in Hufflepuff, I presume?"

He nodded, shakily.

Realising that he was probably scaring the boy, he put on a small smile, "I went to school with your father, you know".

"I k-know" He said, "My dad said… That y-you… That y-you're… Are you really a werewolf?"

Remus's smile immediately dropped.

Swallowing nervously, he turned to face McGonagall, as if asking for permission.

She nodded slightly.

Forcing back on the smile, he turned back to the 12-year-old, "Yes… Yes, I really am a werewolf".

Immediately, the class burst out in excited chatter.

"QUIET!" McGonagall ordered, but they paid her no attention, instead turning to face their friend and the werewolf as they spoke again.

"So… C-Can you transform… Whenever you like?" Robert asked.

"… No" Remus finally replied, a touch of remorse in his voice, "No, I can't… But you see the man standing behind me?"

"Yea".

He smirked, "He can".

Wide-eyes all turned to stare at Sirius, who, up until now, had done a pretty damn good job at remaining invisible.

"Will you show us?"

"Transform!"

"That's so cool!"

Sirius stared back in shock, lost as to what to say.

"Yea, Pads, show them" Remus teased, and he turned to McGonagall, "Professor! You can't possibly sanction this!"

"Well, we ARE in Transfiguration class" She pondered, "… Call it my way of exacting revenge on you interrupting my classroom like you did".

"But… But…"

"NOW, Mr Black".

Growling under his breath on how this felt exactly like getting scolded did back in his time at Hogwarts, Sirius reluctantly stepped forwards, "Alright kiddies, gather round, gather round. Time for a magic show".

A split second later, where the tall, graceful man had once been, there stood a large, black, wolf-like dog.

Everyone immediately started squealing and gushing over how cute he was, as they all quickly ran over to their new 'pet'.

Standing off to the side, Remus chuckled, "Sirius always did love being centre of attention".

"Quite" Minerva replied, "Now so, I believe you wished to speak with Albus?"

"If he's not too busy, then please".

"Of course," She replied, before gesturing towards the door, "After you Remus".