A/N: Thanks to everyone who reveiwed!

Sirius Cottage's name "The Light House" is I believe from: "A Harry Situation" by Jelsemium, or "Recnac Transfaerso" by Celebony, I love their stories, and I loved the name so I snatched it! (Light as opposed to Black, he's showing his disteaste for his family and their beliefs.)

Summery: Sirius got to Harry before Hagrid on Halloween 1981, he took the baby far from harm to a remote cottage "The Light House", now Sirius finds himself hiding from the Ministry while trying to raise a baby, luckily Remus is around to lend a hand... however inexperanced it also maybe.

Disclaimer: (how did I manage to forget this? Wish I could remember so I could do it again...) Me no ownz it it ownz me.

Warnings: Fish

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Dealing With Sirius

By Cloud

Ch. 5: In Which There Is Talk Of Cleaning And Christmas...

Sirius had not gotten ahold of Dumbledore that day, or any day for the next week, Remus had finally seggested he owl The man instead.

Three weeks had passed sence then and there was still no word.

Moony had reluctantly takin' up residance at The Light House after being unable to pay the bills at his old place in London, a fact of which he was extreamly ashamed...

Sirius had been exstatic to have his old friend there, and had given him two rooms upstairs; A bedroom, and the other he'd made into a privet study so the werewolf would have some place for his books.

Sirius had also converted the room he'd had Harry in into an inpromtu Potions lab.

He'd fixed up another room to surve as a Nursery for Harry.

All and all the change to the house was dramatic.

With Remus there now, the house had been thurowly cleaned, Remus had cleared the writting desk of all the useless articals and bestowed Sirius with new parchment, inkwells and a jar of quills... which Sirius stubbonly refused to use in favor of his old yellow quill.

"You're being rediculous Padfoot! That ratty old thing hardly writes anymore, just throw it in the bin already!"

"I'll have you know Moony, that I have a very deep sentimental affection for this quill, I've wrote a lot of letters with it..." replied the young man holding the quill to his chest defencively.

"That's very touching Padfoot but really just toss it in the bin already."

"I refuse! You can't make me!"

"You're such a pack rat!"

"And Proud of it! Now leave my quill be!"

Remus had gave up and moved on to cleaning out the cupboard.

Oh the cupboard...

After arranging it so all the Boxes and Bags, Can and Jars, Baskets and Jugs of food had there own shelf. The werewolf had gone through the food, tossing all the stuff that had soured or staled, redoing the Cooling or Presurvation Charms on others, cleaning up spills and clearing out the rest of the webs.

It had been a monumental undertaking that had took up an entire day from six o'clock in the morning until nine o'clock that night. Yes the cupboard really was that big.

Remus, much to his horror, had found a nest of baby Acromantulas that Sirius had kindheartedly spared, during his purge weeks prior... he'd incendio'd the whole lot... he couldn't stand spiders...

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Harry it had proved, possesed a meanstreak, this being the annoying habit of waking up, at insanely early hours of the morning.

And after waking up at exsactly 4:15 in the morning, everyday for a whole week, Sirius was convinced that this child was not his beloved Godson at all, but was, infact, Satan reincarnate.

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Harry was currently standing at the foot of his Godfather's bed trying to get the man's attension, "Paafoot? Paafoot Up? Paaaafffooot!"

Sirius meanwhile was laying face down repenting for every mean thing he'd ever did or said in his life.

Harry climbed up beside the man, "Paafoot??"

"Not now Pronglet! Can't you see I'm dying!" cried the man lifting his head, he then dropped his head back down face first into the pillow dramaticly.

Harry giggled, "Silly Paafoot!"

Sirius groaned and transformed into his dog form.

Padfoot whined softly.

Harry reached forward petting the big dog, "Good Paafoot..."

The was a sound of shuffling feet in the hallway, and Remus appeared, he took one look at the Grim like dog, and groaned, "Hounestly Padfoot!"

The dog whined again, its ears flatting back, its tail wagging nervously.

Remus sighed and walked over, taking Harry.

The little boy bounced happily in his arms, "Morning Moony!"

"Good morning Harry... Well I suppose I should go start breakfast..." sighed the blounde turning to leave.

Padfoot jumped down off the bed and followed behind them.

Down in the den the four owls, Sirius's Tawny, "Jinx" Remus's Barn owl "Blodwen" The Great horned Owl "Godric" who had been James's, and the Great Grey Owl "Athena" all perched over to one side of the rafters, all four immediately swooped down to be let out, upon seeing Remus Harry and Padfoot.

"We've got to fix up a window up there for them." fretted Remus.

Padfoot whined softly.

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After letting the owls out and making a breafast of blueberry pancakes, bacon and juice, Remus and Sirius had once again attacked the house, this time focusing on the window for the owls and cleaning up the little pellets of fur and bone they'd spit up on the floor of the den.

Sirius was being reather irritable, an it was really starting to get on Remus's last nerve, he knew his friend was anxious, but that was no excuse to be so rude.

Harry for his part was back on his Broom zooming around, which only seemed to irritate Sirius more cause he had to keep, dodging to avoid being hit, whenever Harry went off course.

Remus senting trouble sighed and suggested they take a brreak and he would Floo over to Hogwarts to see Dumbledore.

That seemed to appease Sirius greatly and he became much more amiable after that...

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When Remus arrived at the Headmaster's office it was predictably empty, much to the boy's chargin...

Sighing he looked around, Dumbledore's study was as it had always been, filled with painting and books... and Silver bobbles that made Remus very uncomfertable.

Moving sideways he carfully navigated his was to the Headmaster's desk, Fawks Dumbledore's red phoenix sat eyeing him from its golden perch.

"Least its not silver..." muttered Remus sourly, he really wanted to leave, he just figured he'd leave Dumbledore a note to come to The Light House later...

"Can I help you Lupin?"

The young werewolf jumped nearly a foot in the air, "Oh headmaster I-"

He blanched, that wasn't Dumbledore.

There in the doorway stood Severus Snape, Remus bit his lip, nervousness welling up inside him, the other young man had always gave him an uneasy feeling.

"O-oh Severus... Where's the Headmaster?" asked Remus taking a step back.

"Downstairs... rather dangerous place for one of your condition isn't it?" sneered the man, moving one of the silver objects closer to the Lycanthrope.

Remus pressed himself against the desk, blanching.

Snape looked amused, but before he could do anything further the door opened, and Albus Dumbledore walked in.

"Severus- Oh Remus my boy! What a pleasant surprise! I've been meaning to owl but, I've been rather busy of late... How are the boys?" smiled the headmaster.

"Fine..." said Remus eyeing the closest silver bobble.

Dumbledore noticed the glance, "Perhaps you'd feel safer over here, away from those?"

Remus once again quickly weaved around the table and over to Dumbledore's side.

"I was coming to see if you could come over later... If that's okay?" asked Remus, the boy was painfully awear that Snape was watching him, listening to his every word.

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, I think that can be arranged... I'll Floo you are five o'clock if that's alright..."

"Oh, yes sir..." Remus realized he was less then a foot from yet another Silver object, and moved quickly toward the Fireplace, "We'll see you later, then?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Good day Remus."

"Good day Sir." returned the blounde grabbing some Floo Powder from where it hung in a velvet pouch from the mantle, and Floo away...

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Dumbledore's visit had been more of a guest appearance cameo, he'd arrived at five o'clock sharp, talked briskly, informing both men that they were still searching for Peter, and the Floo'd away promising to call on them again, when they had new information. This all happening in less than five minutes.

Sirius was pissed. And he remained that way all month, growing steadily more aggitated as November slowly slipped away into December, with still no word.

The two had finally gaven up and informed Dumbledore about Peter, and Sirius being illigal Animagi in a Fire Call on the fourth of December, still no further news came.

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And so it was that on one bright chilly morning in mid December, while wet heavy snowflakes poured down in buckets outside, Sirius stood pacing if frount of the cheerfully blazing fire, muttering darkly under his breath.

"Padfoot what-" Remus begain.

"THIS IS REDICULOUS!!!" Sirius roared, startling the owls and Gingerfoot who hissed and darted upstairs.

Harry who'd been sitting playing quitely at Remus's feet jumped and looked up at Sirius, his big bright eyes shining with tears as his lip trembled.

"Sirius Black!" warned Remus, scooping Harry up and rubbing the baby's back soothingly.

"Sorry..." sighed Sirius flopping down on the sofa beside them, "This is bloody annoying... I hate this! How am I supposed to by Christmas gifts when I can't go anywhere!"

Remus looked over at him, a small soft smile coming to his face, "Prongs said the same thing last year... how am I supposed to get everyone gifts if I can't leave the house... Remember? And we told him-"

"Shopping catalogs... this bites." muttered Sirius dejectedly.

Remus laughed, "He said that too!"

"Prongs?" asked Harry, eyeing his teddybear.

Over the months the baby had gotten slightly better with his pronounciation.

Sirius smiled and ruffled the child's hair.

"How am I going to place my order tho?"

Put it under my name." answered Remus simply.

"Oh yeah!... but wait... won't they get suspisious if I place orders under you're name and then you go in and buy stuff?"

Remus shrugged, "I'll order from the catalogue too, either before or after you receive your things... that way mine won't come at the same time."

Siriu nodded, looking happier already...

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Remus had recieved a large bundle of shopping catalogues two days later and the two had split the pile, Remus taking his half upto his study, and Sirius with his, sprawled out lazily with Harry on the floor of the den.

Harry soon discovered, that, if one took, and waved one of the catalogues hard enough, while sitting near the other catalogues, that it would create a breeze that would blow the other catalogues open. Harry thought this was great fun and wasted no time in informing Sirius of his marvolous discovery.

"Gook Padfoot! I did it!" squeeled the baby waving a catalogue and strewing the pages.

Sirius grinned at his beaming Godson, "Cool Pronglet."

Harry was emensly pleased with himself after that, and continued flapping the catalogue, making bigger and bigger breezes.

Sirius for his part tried not to laugh.

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Sirius woke up quite suddenly, blinking he looked around, the room was was brightly lit, it took a moment for Sirius to register that it was still dark outside, and that the light infact, was coming from acrossed the hall in the Nursery.

Panicked the young man grabbed his wand out from underneath his pillow and ran out to the Nursery.

"Harry!?" cried Sirius bolting in to check on the baby. the man froze when he realized that the light itself was not coming from a candle or lamp, but that the walls themselves were actually glowing.

Sirius walked over to see his young charge sitting up in his crib, tears running down his small face, "Hey kiddo."

"Padfoot up?" the baby said predictably wanting to be held.

"What the??"

Sirius turned, Harry snuggled in his arms to see Remus standing out in the hall blinking stupidly at the lumanous walls.

"Happy Christmas Moony! Its 4:15!" smirked Sirius, "Harry's already gaven us his gift."

Remus looked around at the glowing walls, "Wild magic, he doesn't like the dark?"

"Nah, just wanted to shed a little light on the subject." retorted Sirius.

Harry was sucking on his fingers quitely.

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The rest of the day was spent openning gifts and sitting around the fire while Remus read aloud from one of his new books.

Harry who had gotten up before either men had soon fell asleep in his Godfather's arms, Sirius had then amused himself sticking bows and ribbons all over the child.

The best gift any could have asked for came at noon however, in the form of a lone owl swooping in throw the loft window with a letter written in curvy scrawl proclaiming

We found Peter, please come to my office: 7:35 this evening.

Marry Christmas

Sincerly yours,

Albus Dumbledore

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TBC

Sorry for the waite.

next: Ch.6: In Which There Is A Sirius Problem...

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