Blue Moon

Chapter Two

Harry and Sirius avoided each other for about a week, neither willing to sacrifice his pride and embarrass himself further, but both wishing they could.

Sirius had been feeling an odd pull towards Harry lately, like he knew something was coming, something big. After Harry had defeated Voldemort last year, and after he had been declared an innocent man Sirius was sure things would be over. No more excitement to speak of, but now he knew he was wrong.

It was like he was forgetting something very important, the reason he was having these feelings for Harry. These feelings being a completely different story all together, and a very long story. But being that he and Harry were the only two people in the house anymore, and they weren't talking all he had was time to think this over. But he couldn't remember why, how, or even when he had started having feelings for Harry so this was just confusing, and all that the thoughts lead to were a headache, bigger than even Harry's whale of an uncle.

Speaking of thinking of Harry...He groaned thinking of the reaction he had to Harry's half naked body the other day as he was walking out of the shower. Sirius had immediately felt his jeans tighten to an uncomfortable fit, and he was sure he had almost started panting. Harry unlike himself had a small and lean figure. He was short, due to the malnourishment he had endured as a child, and had a very nicely defined body, from him being a seeker for the past six years. He was the complete opposite of Sirius, who was tall and very muscular. But back to the story, Harry had looked at him oddly, blushed then walked quickly away without even saying a word. Good story, huh? Well, Sirius hadn't enjoyed the rest of his miserable day, after that.

He sighed wishing this stupid thing was over, he couldn't stand not talking to Harry anymore, it was hell, no worse than hell, he didn't know what only that it was definitely worse. With his mind made up Sirius stood from the plush chair by the fireplace in his dark room... suddenly he realized it was dark, that meant the day was over. He cast a quick spell to check the time and he saw that the day was definitely way past being over, it was 2:00 in the morning. 'Shite.' He dropped back into the chair and decided he would try to sleep, and when he woke up in the morning he would go to Harry, and they would talk, about what? He had a fairly good idea.

HSHS

Harry sat on his bed staring out of the cracked window across from his bed, letting the light from the full moon light up the entire room, ignoring the unlit fireplace. He was desperately upset. He hated fighting- was that what they were doing?- with Sirius.

He wanted to talk this out, he knew now that he did have strong feelings for the man who claimed to have been dead for a whole year. He knew that he only being seventeen, in two days, made the nonexistent relationship he had with Sirius harder. He knew that Sirius had no feelings for him, but he couldn't hide out in his room forever, he needed to tell Sirius how he felt or he knew he would explode. He knew a lot of things but not enough, for he wasn't sure how Sirius would react to the news; the news that Harry was apparently attracted to him, and had been for an unknown amount of time. He didn't know how he would tell it all to Sirius, and that was what he needed to think about before the confrontation he was going to force himself to have with Sirius tomorrow.

He had tried to get a hold of either Hermione or Ron, or hell even Ginny but he remembered they had all gone off and done things without him. Hermione and her family were going to Spain again and were coming back on his birthday, where as Ron and the rest of his family had gone back to Romania to see Charlie and his new fiance, they should be coming back same as Hermione, for his birthday. They had each extended an invite for him to come with them, of course they hadn't known about Sirius at the time, when he had, only about three weeks ago so he had opted to stay.

Harry felt constricted all his thoughts going haywire, he knew he needed out of this room where he had been for the past few days taking food and going to the restroom whenever he was sure Sirius was locked away in his own room. He moved off the bed and walked to the door, putting his ear to it he listened for any signs of the other houses' occupant, when his paranoia was satisfied he put his hand on the old rusted bras handle and he twisted it going slow enough not to make a sound, when he had it completely to the side he gently pulled on the handle making it open up for him. Inch by slow inch he opened the door stopping every time he heard any kind of noise, Sirius was only right next door to him, after all.

He silently slipped out of the room, slipping an old fat sock under the bottom of the door to keep it open, and he silently crept down the stairs stopping when he reached the second floor. When he was off the stairs he let out a loud sigh, thankful he had not been caught, then suddenly slapped his forehead. 'The invisibility cloak! Damn I am such a dumbass!' If Sirius did wake up and he just happened to stumble upon Harry he'd be left to an awkward explanation. But he knew he couldn't go back so he just turned away from the steps and walked down the long and dark hallway hoping no one, no one being Sirius, would find him.

Lost in thought he didn't realize that he had come to the end of the hall, until he almost walked into a door. Looking around him he noticed he had never been here before. Odd., he thought he had explored the entire house, but he didn't recognize this place. 'What in the hell is going on?' He turned back to the door and tried to open it but noticed it was locked. He had a strong urge to open the door, and not second guessing why he wanted to open it so badly he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand. He pointed it to the handle and muttered the ever faithful, 'Alohamora,' but when he didn't hear the usual click of the door unlocking, he reached back down to see if it hadn't actually unlocked. When the door didn't budge he pursed his lips and stood back, he hadn't made it a major priority to learn thousands of unlocking charms so he was out of luck.

He leaned farther back to examine the door for another way to open it up, and as he scanned the black wood he noticed a large crest in the middle of the door. 'How didn't I notice this before! Am I brain dead tonight or what?' He thought berating himself for his stupidity. Upon closer inspection he saw that the crest was split down the middle: up and down and left and right. On the top left was a M, on the top right was a W, and the two bottoms were P's. 'What could that mean?' Then suddenly an idea hit him like a ton of bricks.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good," Harry said pointing his wand at the door knob. This time the lock did click and the door opened itself.

'Brilliant.'

As he walked into the ancient looking room, he was not disappointed in what he saw. This room was definitely Marauder worthy. On the walls were portraits of each Marauder, going about his own business, only looking up and smiling at him before turning back to whatever it was they each had been doing. And every once in a while there was a poster of some ancient Quidditch player. A fireplace was on the wall farthest from Harry, it had a large pot in it, the pot was completely dust covered but Harry could tell important things were brewed in that. Over the fireplace their was an enlarged version of the Marauders Map.

Turning away from the awe inspiring sight of the map, he saw there were two large tables facing each other, one with two giant cauldrons on it, while the other had many pieces of parchment all over the other. Many covered in writings of pranks long past, and others with beautiful drawings on them. Some of a large dog, while others seemed to be of a dark auburn colored wolf. As he looked through more he saw a young woman with dark green eyes, and some of a stag, even a few of a familiar rat. But as he saw the one of the woman though, his heart stopped. She was smiling at him, and she would every so often wave. But her smile, her smile held so much kindness, so much love. Her gentle features making her seem like, well like an angel, like the angel Harry had seen in his dreams so long ago. His mother.

He sat on one of the stools that was at the table that had all the pictures on it, and he stared at the picture of his mother for God only knows how long before he finally put the parchment down and looked at the rest of the desk. He saw that it had many drawers and decided he would open them, even though he knew it was being snoopy he couldn't stop himself he had to see what was inside.

He opened many drawers only to see ancient dungbombs and other odd assortments of prank propaganda, many pieces of parchment with the scribbled handwriting he knew belonged to Sirius. When he opened the final drawer expecting to find nothing interesting and losing hope by the second he pushed past some more papers and saw a box at the very bottom and covered in many layers of dust. He cautiously reached out and picked it up.

Opening the lid he saw a large ring, obviously for a man, it was made of gold with a large square cut ruby set in it. When he looked closer he saw engraved on each side of the ring was the Potter family crest. He gasped and picked the ring up, as he held it in his hand he wondered how Sirius had gotten a hold of this. But Harry realized his father must have given this to Sirius before he died, or in his will to be given to his son later. He looked back at the small black box and saw that a small piece of parchment was sticking out from under the bottom. He put the ring on, and lightly tugged on the parchment and gasping at what he saw when he opened it.

Dear Padfoot,

If you have received my ring then this means that I am dead. I hope after you use this ring for it's modified purpose you will give it to my Harry. I love you, brother. I hope to see you soon.

Your Pal,

Prongs

Harry almost dropped the letter, what did that mean? 'Modified purpose?' And what did he mean by, 'I hope to see you soon?' Suddenly Harry felt the sensation of a sharp tug at his navel.

'Uh-oh'

HSHS

A/N: Two chapters in one day, eh? You lucky bastards! But I did leave it off on a cliffhanger like a evil little writer! Forgive me I could not resist! I hope you liked anyways. The next chapter is when all the fun starts to happens! I'm so excited.

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-Bloody