Life After
Warning! Slash!
A story where Sirius wasn't arrested, and he and Remus were given custody of Harry instead of the Dursley's. Fluff! Wolfstar and Slash!
"Sirius," Remus whispered into the dark haired man's ear, breath tickling the animagus. Sirius shivered, turning in the bed to wrap his arms around the werewolf, his chest bare and warm. Remus smiled into the man's hair. "Padfoot, it's 6:30, Harry will be awake soon." Remus, despite his warning, made no attempt to move either.
Sirius kissed the werewolf on the neck, moving up so his lips hovered over Remus' ear. "We've got time."
But he spoke too soon.
The werewolf, distracted, only heard the sound of small feet pattering down the hallway because of his advanced senses and pushed away from the animagus just as the door swung open. They detangled themselves, looking up in time to see a flash of limbs and dark hair before they were hit, a knee in the stomach for Remus and a hand on the face for Sirius. The men groaned amidst the peals of laughter ringing through the room. Why did they have to put the trunk at the foot of their bed? The one that a little kid could easily climb on to and leap into bed?
Remus reached out automatically, pulling the little boy down onto the bed and tickling the green eyed boy. The child struggled desperately, laughing hysterically, before he managed to wriggle out of the werewolf's hold.
"Breakfast!" The 20 month old demanded imperiously, wagging his finger at Sirius, pout on his lips. Sirius smiled, running his hand through the little boy's hair.
"What do you say?" Sirius asked, almost firmly, but not enough for the boy to take it seriously.
Harry laughed. "Plleeeaaaaseeee!" He squealed, standing up to jump on the bed. He managed for a few seconds before his tiny feet landed on a few arms and legs, and Remus playfully growled, pulling the boy back into his arms, hugging the boy close. The werewolf pretended to sleep, cooing softly, but the boy was having none of it.
Harry wriggled around to face the werewolf. He leaned in close, reaching out to pry the man's eye lids open. Remus held in laughter, disguising it as snores. "Moony," The little boy whispered, leaning his forehead against the werewolf's forehead. "Wakey, wakey! No sleep!" Remus blinked, and the little boy smiled beatifically.
"Yes, sleep," Remus whispered. "Why aren't you in your bed?" Harry laughed.
"Out, out! No bed!" Harry giggled, patting Sirius' and Remus' bed. "Stay here." Sirius looked over and he knew he was also regretting getting Harry a 'big boy bed' the week before.
Remus tapped Harry's nose, and the little boy giggled. "Staying here means sleeping," Remus told him, kindly but firmly. Harry's mouth formed an 'o' and he looked over at Sirius. The animagus was holding in laughter, but he nodded when he saw Harry's narrowed eyes.
"Moony's right, Prongslet," Sirius said, lying back down. "Sleepy time." Harry simply stared at him, before breaking into laughter, shaking his head.
"Silly Padfoot!" Harry squealed, reaching out to tickle the animagus, however unsuccessfully. "Wake."
Sirius hid a grin, before picking Harry up, fireman style, and Harry squealed with laughter as Sirius brought the toddler into his room. Remus smiled, lying back down on his pillow.
But of course, it wasn't like Sirius was successful in putting Harry back to bed. Sounds of talking, laughter, and drawers being opened and closed meant the day was getting started right now. Remus sighed, glancing back at the clock. 6:40, which was a record.
He got up, changing, before walking into the little boy's room. Harry spun around when he heard him come in, and ran clumsily over to the werewolf, leaping into the man's already outstretched arms. Harry wrapped his chubby arms around Remus' neck, who noted were already sticky. Wincing, Remus walked into the kitchen to see the jam open and the cupboard door unlocked. Remus put his hand on his forehead, remembering that in Sirius' and his…fun…the night before, they forgot to put the child lock on.
Harry wriggled, and Remus set him down, watching wearily as the boy toddled over to the jam. He sat down and watched his godfathers, grinning as he stuck a hand into the jam and then promptly into his mouth.
Sirius exchanged looks with Remus and the werewolf shrugged guiltily. Sirius only smiled, walking over to the boy and taking the jam away. Remus walked into the kitchen, looking around for something that the adults could have that didn't include jam. He glanced quickly at his partner and his godson, sighing when he saw no problems, other than an indignant boy covered in sticky jam.
Harry huffed, waving his hands out. "Breakfast!" He wailed. Sirius laughed, putting the jam away before coming out with some yogurt. Harry grinned, and reached out so Sirius picked up the boy, wincing slightly when he felt the sticky hands touch him, before placing Harry into his high chair.
Harry reached out for the yogurt again, and Sirius opened it carefully, placing the spoon into the yogurt. He held it out, but Harry shook his head, reaching for the spoon. Hesitantly, Sirius looked over at Remus, and the werewolf shrugged, nodding. So Sirius held the spoon out for the little boy, and Harry smiled, before taking it and bringing it up to his mouth. A few misses later, the yogurt was finally in his mouth, and the boy smiled victoriously.
Remus walked over, placing a juice box in front of the little boy, and Sirius turned, catching the werewolf's hand. Remus smiled, turning to his partner, before leaning down to kiss Sirius lovingly.
It only took those few seconds, and just a moment where no adults were watching for Harry to reach out and grasp the juice box, squeezing too hard.
There was a small gasp, and the men broke apart, turning to face their godson. Harry looked up at them, lip trembling, and covered in orange juice. He huffed, wiping his eyes, and Remus rushed to the sink, coming back with a cloth to wipe the juice from the toddler's eyes. Harry was gasping, but so far, no crying and Remus was thankful.
A quick glance over at Sirius, and Remus could barely hold in his laughter. They chuckled softly, before turning back to look at the toddler, who was already over the incident, and was eating the yogurt, hand dipped into the container. Sirius sighed, surprised at how a little boy managed to get so messy in such little time.
Remus shrugged, knowing that until every little thing that could cause said messes were eaten and gone, there was no point in cleaning. Sirius smiled, following his partner into the kitchen and filling up a sippy cup of water for the little boy instead. Sirius walked over to Harry, placing the sippy cup down, and Harry picked it up eagerly, drinking from it while he stared up at Sirius, orange juice still dripping from his hair.
Sirius laughed, leaning down to kiss Harry on the cheek. "Oh, Prongslet." Harry reached out, tugging on a strand of Sirius' hair gently, before tilting his head to the side, eyes droopy. "Now you're tired, are you?"
Remus walked in, chuckling, before looking over at Sirius. "You have jam in your hair," Remus said, laughing, and Sirius grinned, walking over to kiss Remus on the head as the werewolf gave Harry some eggs.
"I'm going to wash up," Sirius said into Remus' hair, and the werewolf nodded. Harry watched Sirius leave, yawning softly, and Sirius gave him a small wave. The boy gave him a toothy grin, before waving back.
"Bye, bye!" Harry giggled, looking over at Remus. He smiled, devilishly cute, before reaching out to grab some egg, holding it out to the werewolf. Remus smiled.
"Those are your eggs, Harry," Remus said softly, and the boy stared at him, green eyes wide, before he giggled and went to put it in his mouth. Like the yogurt, his hand eye coordination wasn't that great, and it was more like he slapped himself with a handful of egg than actually eating them. He got some, but most went into his sticky hair. Remus sighed, tickling the boy. "How do you get so messy?" Harry squealed happily, and squirmed, reaching out for the werewolf. Remus laughed, setting the eggs aside and picked the boy up.
Sirius stood in the bathroom, a towel around his waist, and he raised an eyebrow when Remus walked in, holding Harry's hand who refused to be carried, wanting to walk instead. Remus grinned at the animagus, eyebrow raised, and biting his lip, and Sirius nearly grabbed him right then and there. If it wasn't for the 20 month old between them, the towel wouldn't have been there. With that thought, Sirius laughed, walking out to get changed.
When he walked back in, Harry was still clothed and sticky, Remus struggling to get the boy's shirt off without any more mess going on him or the bathroom. "Having trouble?" Sirius laughed, and Remus huffed, mock glaring. Sirius smiled, kissing the werewolf on the head, before walking over to the bath tub and filling it up.
Harry's eyes widened when he saw the bubbles forming, and he squealed, squirming to get his clothes off. Whether Harry's enthusiasm hindered or accelerated Remus' effort, Harry was finally ready for a bath after a couple minutes. The little boy ran over to the water, holding a toy boat, and Sirius lifted him in, washing the juice, egg, yogurt and jam off of the boy. Sirius sighed, looking over at Remus and the werewolf smirked.
"He's quite messy," Remus said, mockingly exasperated. Sirius turned to grin at him, his eyes trailing up and down Remus' body. The werewolf blushed, and Sirius raised an eyebrow.
"You have jam on your neck and face, too," Sirius informed him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Chuckling quietly, Remus walked over to the bath tub, playing with Harry, before Sirius wrapped the boy in a fluffy towel and carried him to bed. Harry had his head rested on Sirius' shoulder, eyes droopy, and Remus smiled, waving at the boy. Harry, too tired to wave back, just grinned toothily, yawning.
Sirius put the boy down and helped him put his little footie pajama's on. Placing the sleeping Harry in bed, Remus put a monitoring charm on the young boy so the two godfathers could keep an ear on him.
Remus smiled at Sirius, before turning and walking out the door and into the bathroom. He stepped slowly into the shower, smirking when he heard the door open. "Really, Sirius?"
The animagus stepped into the shower. "I'm here to help you get clean," He whispered. "Where'd we stop?"
It was safe to say that there wasn't as much time spent on cleaning as usual.