It has been SO long and I'm so sorry, everyone! Life has definitely been taking over and I haven't been able to pay as much attention to my stories lately.
Anyway, here is the last installment of this story. I hope you all enjoy it!
"Harry, come on! The train will be leaving any minute! Sirius, you're really not helping! We were supposed to leave ages ago!" Remus called up the stairs. That boy was so like Sirius it was almost absurd. How anything ever got done in the house was a mystery to him. Actually, that's not entirely true. Remus' constant badgering of his family to do the dishes and tidy the house is how things got done. Come hell or high water, that is how they would get Harry to King's Cross before the Hogwarts Express left for the term.
Sirius came thunking down the stair, Harry's heavy trunk held in his arms. He was going on about Quidditch currently and about how Harry will help bring the Gryffindors to glory by annihilating the Slytherins for the House Cup.
"But what if I'm not in Gryffindor?" Harry asked worriedly, running a hand through his hair. The mop on his head was as untamable as James' ever was but the move that he'd just executed with perfect fluidity was completely Sirius.
"Not in Gryffindor?! Bollocks!" Sirius exclaimed.
"Sirius!"
"Of course you'll be in Gryffindor! Your mother and father were both in Gryffindor. You were raised by two Gryffindors. You're as Gryffindor a child as any out there." Remus' husband set the trunk down with a grunt, rubbing the small of his back.
"Why didn't you just levitate it, Sirius?" Amber eyes sparkled with a teasing lilt in his voice.
"Well I thought I would impress you with my show of strength instead, love," he muttered, brushing a kiss onto his cheek. Remus chuckled and waved him off, turning to his son instead.
"Harry, it doesn't matter what house you're in. You go where the Sorting Hat best sees you. You will be brilliant in any house and you will make us proud no matter where you are," Remus said softly, hugging the boy tightly. "Now we must be off, we need to get to the platform immediately."
Sirius shrunk the trunk and put it into his pocket before taking hold of both Harry and Remus tightly in his arms.
"Hold tight," He muttered before Apparating them all to the jump point near the station. The three of them hurried through the throngs of people, Sirius on point with Harry immediately behind and Remus keeping an eye on them both. Within minutes they were standing on Platform 9 3/4, Harry's emerald eyes widening in amazement.
"You ready?" Remus asked softly, laying his hand on Harry's shoulder. With a snap of his teeth, Harry nodded as he tightened his hold on the top of Hedwig's cage. Sirius pulled Harry's trunk out of his pocket and returned it to normal size, setting it down beside his son.
"Now remember, it doesn't matter what house you're sorted into. We will love you regardless. Write us as soon as you know," Sirius said with a gentle smile and a tight hug.
"But what if I'm sorted to Slytherin?" Harry asked softly.
"Then you will be the most brilliant Slytherin they have ever had," Remus said firmly, hugging Harry in turn. "Stay safe, stay out of trouble, write soon. And don't forget the Weasley's will be there as well. You won't be completely on your own."
The shrillness of the train whistle tore through the air. Harry swallowed hard, squaring his shoulders. He picked up his trunk and Hedwig and headed into the train. He mounted the steps and had soon disappeared into the shadows. Remus and Sirius exchanged a glance as they held each other's hand tightly.
"He'll be alright, love. Don't worry," Sirius whispered. Remus nodded, smiling sadly. Their boy was finally off. He was going to the place where he and his husband had met their lifelong friends and each other. It was a second home to them and he hoped that Harry would find it as such.
"I wish James and Lily could see him right now. They would be so proud."
Sirius nodded solemnly, putting his arm around Remus' shoulders.
"They are proud of him, Moony. So bloody proud, their clouds are about to burst." With a final wave to their son through the window, the train started pulling away. The dark, bespectacled face beamed out at them sitting beside the bright ginger hair of Ron Weasley. Before they knew it, the train had rounded the bend. They were gone until Christmas.
"C'mon, love. Let's go." With gentle pressure, Sirius guided Remus back toward the Apparation point and back home.
So there you have it kids. The end. I know it was a long time coming and maybe wasn't as good as many of you wanted it to be, but I wanted the ending to be simple and sweet. You had your smut already, you fiends!
Please let me know what you thought. I, like always, love your feedback.
XX Willow