Author's Notes: At the end of this chapter, Sirius sings. And I know the song is from the 2000's, but I loved that song. :3 And Nickelback is my friends favorite band so I wanted to add them in. :p If you guys have any thing you want mixed into the story, feel free to comment!
Chapter Sixty-three;
Sirius awoke the next morning, dark bags under his eyes and feeling very unrested. He pushed off the couch and quickly threw on a robe, running a hand through his messy hair to fix it a bit, and then left to the Headmasters office. When he got the statue, he scowled as he gave the password, receiving a dirty look from the gargoyle before it moved to show the stairs. He pushed up the stairs and was awarded by Minerva, Albus, Pomona, and Filius already occupying seats. "Ah, Sirius, my boy. Finally you've arrived, where is Severus?" Albus asked.
"Uh… I don't know." Sirius admitted.
"Oh, my boy, we have a Head of House meeting today, didn't you remember?" Albus asked, frowning a bit.
"Sirius, you look like hell, is everything okay?" Pomona asked, frowning.
"Yes—No. Severus left! I need his address at Spinner's End!" Sirius said harshly, crossing his arms. "And yes, thank you for informing me that I look like hell."
Albus frowned. "My boy, what happened? Why would he leave?"
"I—I don't know. I really don't! I just got home and he had packed all of Aidan's clothes and his clothes and he was gone!" Sirius exasperated, clenching his fists.
"I see…" Albus sighed. "Minerva, Filius, Pomona, could you excuse us for a moment?" He asked, everyone nodded their head and stood up, walking out past Sirius.
Sirius stared at the desk, glaring at Albus. "I need his address."
"It's unplottable." Albus admitted.
"Who's the secret keeper then?"
"I am."
"Then give me permission to go the—"
"No."
"Excuse me?" Sirius spat.
"I will not give you permission."
"He's my husband! And he has my child!" Sirius yelled.
"Sit down and explain to me what happened." Albus calmly said.
Sirius huffed as he took his seat and began to tell Albus the bits and pieces of the story that he actually knew, how he went with Remus to get a drink at the Three Broomsticks, met Adeline, spoke to her for a while, came back, saw everything was gone, how Remus told him that Severus went looking for him, and his assumption that Severus saw and misinterpreted everything. Albus nodded his head throughout the conversation, smiling sadly at Sirius as he explained. "I'm sorry to hear about this, my boy, I'll grant you permission."
"Thank you, Albus." Sirius said as he pushed out of his chair and mentally noted the address as Albus recited it. "I'll be back soo—"
"Take your time. This is Spring break afterall." Albus reminded him. Sirius nodded and left the office.
Sirius headed back towards his chambers and upon entering them, grabbed hold of the floo powder on the mantel and tossed it into the fire. "Leaky Cauldron, London, England, Great Britain." He spoke clearly, leaping into the green fire and being pushed out into the dark pub. He took a look around and ignored everyone and the stares he received as he stepped out through the backdoor, closing his eyes and disappearing in a crack of apparition.
When he opened them once again, he was standing in a dark alley, he poked his head out of the alley and took a quick look around, instantly noticing his target, an empty space right next to house seventeen. He morphed into a dog and ran across the street, lying down in front of the empty space on the sidewalk, and watching as house seventeen was pushed out of the way to make room for house nineteen, which reminded Sirius of a small building. The bricks instead of red like the rest of the houses were black and the windows were covered so outsiders could not gaze inside. He stepped onto the land and felt the magic course through him as he pushed passed the ward, which he figured might have killed him if he wasn't expected.
He stepped up to the door; knocking and then letting his arms fall to his side. Aidan pulled the door open and glanced up at Sirius, his eyes were red and he was glaring. "Aidan?" Sirius whispered, leaning down and opening his arms. Aidan stood firm at the door, continuing his glare.
"Papa told me we weren't going to see you anymore." He said harshly.
"Of course you're going to see me. Come here." He ordered, still holding his arms out for a hug.
Aidan shook his head. "No!" He screamed, running away from the door.
Sirius sighed and pushed up from crouching to step into the home, closing the door behind him he took a look around the small dark hallway as he ventured into a small sitting room, the walls covered in books and a fire running in the fireplace. He stepped inside the room and began to take a look at a few of the books on the wall when Severus entered, his arms crossed. "Black." He greeted.
"Black." Sirius responded, keeping his smirk to himself as he turned around. "You git, you left."
"I'm sure you had company to keep yourself from missi—"
"I had no company, you idiot!" Sirius shouted, clenching his fists.
Severus was quiet for a moment, trying to think of a decent comeback Sirius figured. "How sad, Black had to spend one night alone and now he's pis—"
"Shut your mouth. How dare you leave, how dare you tell Aidan I wasn't going to see him anymore! What the hell is wrong with you? He's adopted; he probably already has enough abandonment issues without you taking off with him merely two days after he's adopted and then telling him he's going to see his Father anymore! I demand you tell me what the fuck you were thinking!" Sirius shouted, both fists clenched and his face red from anger. Severus stayed quiet, which just got Sirius even more pissed off. "Don't you have /anything/ to say? No snarky comment? You're losing your touch, Snape." Sirius spat.
Severus bit the inside of his cheek, trying to think of what to say, his shoulders rising as he stepped backwards. He felt about two inches tall after Sirius finished and he really didn't have a response. "I thought… you were cheating." He whispered.
"Cheating? This again?" Sirius asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Must you be so jealous? Am I not allowed to speak to others?"
"I didn't say tha—" Severus continued to whisper, biting the inside of his cheek harder when he was interrupted.
"No! You didn't! But you act like it! I am /not/ going to cheat on you, damn it. I love you. When the fuck are you going to accept that?"
"I—"
"No. Just shut the hell up! You /always/ assume shit! You never come to me to ask, never! Why? Why are you so fuc—"
"Shut up!" Aidan yelled as he ran into the room and kicked Sirius' leg as hard as he could.
Sirius yelped and began to leap on one leg as he held his other in his arm. "Fuck! That hurt!"
"Don't you talk to my papa! Ever again! You bastard!" Aidan shouted.
Sirius tilted over and fell onto the ground, glaring up at his son. "Where did you learn that word? And—and I will speak to him if I wish!"
"From Papa. He said you were a mangy bastard mutt. Or… a bastard mangy mutt… um, or a mangy mutt bastard… uh… he said one of those! And I agree!" Aidan shouted, crossing his arms and then running over to Severus and clinging to his leg. "Make him leave, papa. We don't need him."
Severus frowned down at Aidan before picking him up into his arms, Aidan wrapping his arms around Severus' neck and hugging him. Severus whispered something in his ear and Aidan glared at him and then shot a glare at Sirius over his shoulder before he was put back down by Severus. He ran out and up the stairs in the hall, his steps were heard over top the sitting room as he ran into the room he was given and slammed the door.
"What'd you tell him?" Sirius asked.
"I told him to go upstairs while I talk to you." Severus admitted.
"Oh…" Sirius whispered, trying to think of what to say now, he didn't want to end up yelling again. He jumped back startled when Albus's head appeared in the fire.
"Hello, boys. I was just curious if Sirius found his way." Albus said, giving a smile.
"Yes, I did, thanks, Albus…" Sirius said, sighing.
Albus frowned. "Where is little Aidan?"
"Upstairs." Severus answered.
"Would you mind sending him through? Pomona would like some help removing weeds around the greenhouses, if he's willing to help." Albus suggested.
"I'm sure he'd love too. I'll go get him." Severus said as he walked out of the room and up the stairs.
When the footsteps silenced, Sirius turned towards the fire. "I yelled at him." He randomly admitted.
"Well, that's not good." Albus responded, smiling sadly at Sirius.
"Aidan kicked me, called me a bastard, and he told him he was never going to see me again…" Sirius said, sighing.
"You two just need to discuss things. I'll keep little Aidan preoccupied until one of you firecall, even if it's tomorrow. I'm sure Pomona wouldn't mind watching him a night, she adores him." Albus said.
"Thanks, Albus…" Sirius said just before Aidan came rushing through, jumping into the fire and through the floo into Albus's office. Albus chuckled and pushed his head back in. "Owl or firecall me." He said before the fire returned normal.
Sirius swayed from one foot to another, trying to think of what to say. He hummed lightly before glancing over his shoulder at Severus who was staring with a blank expression. "Got any tea?" He asked, giving a small grin. Severus nodded and walked through a doorway, which Sirius figured led to the kitchen, following him through he glanced around at the clean but dark kitchen. He took a seat at the table and drummed his fingers as Severus made some tea, running conversations in his head to try and pick a safe topic so they wouldn't end up fighting again.
Sirius glanced up at Severus, who had his back turned from him, staring down at the black kettle on the muggle stove. Smiling, Sirius pushed out of the chair and crossed the room over to where Severus stood, slowly wrapping his arms around his waist. He felt Severus tensed and held in a sigh as he leaned his forehead against the back of his head. He began to hum quietly, swaying their bodies just slightly to the tune. He moved Severus' hair to the side to expose the back of his neck, placing a chaste kiss.
He continued humming against his neck, murmuring: "Never made it as a wise man, I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing, tired of living like a blind man, I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling. And this is how you remind me of what I really am; this is how you remind me of what I really am." He sung, continuing to hum as they swayed, his eyes closed, smiling against his neck. "It's not like you didn't know that, I said I love you and I swear I still do. And it must've been so bad, because living with me must have damn near killed you. And this is how you remind me of what I really am—" He trailed off to hum again.
"What're you doing?" Severus asked.
"Singing to you." Sirius said, pressing another kiss to his neck.
"You're ah, what do the muggles say? Bi-Polar."
"How am I bi-polar?"
"One minute you're yelling, the next you're quiet, and then you sing a song to me calmly whilst being affectionate with my neck."
"Nah, that's called being whipped."
"How is /that/ being whipped?"
"Because one minute I'm angry with you, and then I remember I love you and I would do anything to make you happy, and bam I'm happy."
"I still don't see how that makes you /whipped/."
"Just does." Sirius responded, shrugging his shoulders, pulling Severus closer to him as a comfortable silence fell between the two.