Alright, a few announcements before we get down to business.

My Bill/Charlie story, "I Don't Love Him, Do I?" will be finished, just not by me. Terence has, with my full approval (and possibly a few dozen batches of cookies), adopted the story. A round of applause for him, please.

And did you know I'm having an Honors course on Harry Potter this semseter? How awesome is that?

Thanks to:

SiriusRulez, magicaltears, Sundance234, xxxxParvati-Patilxxxx, Dark Angel's Blue Fire, Giuli Miadi Black, Terence (You managed to point out just about all of my fave things! And I know what you mean. Sirius is just...sigh amazing. No author has ever gotten me to hate him for even the shortest amount of time. Lily, thoug...well, I suppose you can tell that I don't particularly care for her. lol), picky and paranoid

Sirius collapsed onto the sofa, rubbing his eyes. Regulus was taking Snape's death hard, though the squirt tried to hide it.

James was upstairs getting Harry ready for bed. The tyke had helped Reg so much in the last few weeks, the way only a child could. While it would be a long time before he stopped blaming himself for his best friend's death, with Remus' help he was slowly coming to terms with it.

Warm arms wrapped themselves around Sirius' shoulders. "Tired?"

"Exhausted."

James pressed his lips gently against his lover's temple. "Come on. It's time for all sane people to be in bed."

"I suppose you're going to be up a while longer then."

"Prat!"

"Ow!" Sirius rubbed his arm. "That's going to bruise!"

"Poor baby." James laughed at Sirius' glare. "Up."

"Sorry, I don't get off on this sort of thing."

Rolling his eyes, James managed to get Sirius to stand and pushed him towards the stairs. They stopped to make sure Harry was asleep before making their way to bed.

Neither bothered with nightclothes, instead stripping down to their boxers and crawling in the bed with a sigh. James curled up against Sirius, nuzzling against the other man when his arms wrapped around him, one reaching up to run a hand through his unruly mop of hair.

"James?"

"Yeah?"

"If something like that ever happens again, take Harry and leave."

James propped himself up on his and studied the man before him.

"No promises if there's someone else who could get him away, Siri. I don't think I could leave you."

"But-"

James smiled. "Ex-Auror, love. I can take care of myself."

"I'll shove a portkey in your hand if I have to."

James laid back down, Sirius immediately returning to his petting. Neither got much sleep.