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Sirius was enjoying an otherwise completely normal summer at the Potter house, mischief (albeit milder after 5th and 6th year) with James, quidditch practice on their pitch, afternoons spent with Euphemia in the glasshouse, even some time with Fleamont down in his potions lab which was absolutely fascinating.
Yes, everything seemed normal. Until the day a handsome stranger showed up, spending all evening in the study talking to Fleamont and Euphemia. James and Sirius pretended, very well mind you, to not be overrun with curiosity about this stranger. He was young, not like the stuffy ministry officials Lord Potter held dinners for, and he certainly didn't look like any pureblood they knew from school. In fact, the strange man almost looked like James and Fleamont, what with his unruly pitch black hair. He looked like a man though, and while James and Sirius were going on 18 they still had remnants of childishness about them.
They played chess in the sitting room, taking turns to stare at the doorway as if the man was just going to appear before them. When they finally heard footsteps, it was three pairs. the adults had come to find them and it definitely felt like one of those rare times when the boys got a talking to. James sat up tall, dignity always before outward curiosity. Sirius did much the same, though if his eyes lingered, raking up and down the torso of this… handsome stranger, he couldn't help it.
It was Euphemia who did much of the explaining, though the two men spoke at some points to add detail. This strange man was apparently from the future. James' future to be exact. He was James' son, and had traveled back in time in order to stop the war before it could get any worse. He decided to come back now because there was enough awareness of Voldemort to be a cause against him, but yet it wasn't as bad as it could apparently get in the future. "I have no intention of expecting you to act like a father, James. You're 17. As far as I remember, you're still worried about a certain redhead you like taking you seriously." His eyes flickered over to Sirius, very briefly, before looking back at James. Sirius couldn't help the small huff he let out at that pun.
"Well I would still like to get to know you. Even if we weren't related, you're from the future! That's pretty amazing. Maybe you can tell me who your mum is too? Not that I don't have my hopes of course."
"...all I'm going to say about that is to just keep going the way you're going, putting in the effort where it counts, and things will work out in ways you never expected. How's that for a prophecy huh?"
Fleamont interrupted then, saying it was late and they could all do with a bit of rest before establishing a course of action in the morning. He tasked James and Sirius with showing Harry to his guest room before placing a gentle hand to Euphemia's back, a kiss on her temple, and escorting her out. It was sweet in a way Sirius never saw before meeting the Potter's. His parents weren't like that, and none of his Aunts, Uncles, or Cousins were. Black's were so very unattached it was insane. Marriage was a duty. Consummation, nothing more than a task apparently no one enjoyed. But the Potter's genuinely seemed to love each other, and that was why Sirius loved being here. Because as stupid as James was, he was just like his parents in his desire for true and good love. Sirius couldn't help finding himself thinking about it too. Especially when Harry thanked him for an extra pair of pajamas with a long look, almost as if he was trying to take him in and memorize him. Sirius didn't know who he was to Harry in the future. If he was a cool uncle, or maybe an older brother figure. He knew that the lines were even more blurry now that Harry was here and technically older than them. He wondered laying in bed that night if maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. After all, he was still a Black at heart. And Blacks love family drama and chaos. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to spend some time with him…..
The next morning it was established that Harry would be a distant relative coming to visit the country. After a simple breakfast as a new family unit James invited Harry to play some quidditch with the two of them. Harry lit up at that. He clearly had a lot of priorities, but a quick scrimmage wasn't so bad. Since James and Harry could both play seekers, they took turns tossing the bludger around with Sirius before letting a snitch out and racing to see who could get it first. Best of 3. Harry was impressive. He commented that he had been spoiled in the future, having a professional broomstick that was a gift from someone he couldn't quite talk about. But he had excellent control over their brooms as well, able to do impressive feints, and twists in the air. James was clearly very impressed, but Sirius was too. Here was this man who somehow figured out how to travel back in time, multiple decades at least, and he was bloody brilliant at quidditch too. Yes. He definitely was intrigued by this man.
He made sure to touch his shoulders and arms when he congratulated him, and when James and Sirius flanked him on the walk back up to the house he could see Harry slowly breathe out, like he'd been holding his breath since he got here that this was all a dream. Interesting.
When they got back they took showers, before going to the sitting room. James was drafting a letter to Lily, and Harry had gotten out parchment to work on his plans. Sirius looked at the two men, similar in some ways, but yet not. He walked to the couch. Harry was sat on the floor, parchment and quill on the coffee table while he sat in between the couch and table. Sirius laid down, legs where Harry's head was so that he could watch him work. He studied his face again briefly, the slightest hint of freckles present on his nose if you paid attention, and the Emerald of his left eye was absolutely stunning, as it darted back and forth in thought.
"You're staring again, padfoot" Harry muttered quietly, not even stopping his quill from his rather extensive note taking. He wondered where any son of james' would pick up such a habit. But then, Harry had two parents. One of them, clearly the recipient of James' current letter, plus a life that while Sirius knew nothing about. He knew it had to be pretty crazy if he decided time travel and single handedly destroying a dark wizard with a cult following was achievable.
"Sorry mate. Just trying to figure you out. Why someone who had a full life, parents, friends, maybe a partner, would let go of it all just for a one way trip back in time to destroy a dark wizard? There's got to be something else, right?" Sirius realized it wasn't perhaps the nicest way to bring up the subject, but it seemed only fair to know why he was here. Nobody was that self sacrificing. But Harry's face went through multiple mini expressions, shock, confusion, resignation.
"Right, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to fill you two in a little bit more." James had moved to a chair next to them, as well. Interested but a lot more laid back about it than Sirius was being. Sirius really was bad about his impulse control. "Uh well I guess the gist of it is that yes I did have some people in my time. But so many more people were lost, and when you have the weight of that on your conscience, it just becomes too much. I knew how to defeat him because I'd already done it once. If I found a way to go back in time to the perfect spot, I could end it without any of those people having to die for me or the cause. I could save countless muggle and muggleborn lives I never personally knew, and I could bring about a world where all those people i care about would get to live lives without giant snakes, or death in a graveyard, or being possessed or tortured.. or falling behind the veil-" his voice caught . He cleared it, looked up at the ceiling momentarily and then back at the two boys in turn.
"The people I left were upset, sure. But it'll be worth it in the end." He smiled. "Besides, As soon as I've got everything sorted I'll be out of your hair. You guys have so much to look forward to."
"Damn Harry when you say it like that you sound pretty impressive." James said, otherwise breaking the tension. Sirius had been simply staring at Harry. He didn't even know what to say now, he'd never been very good at apologizing but clearly he was wrong. But then James spoke again and Sirius thought he'd take some advice from Moony and just shut up for once and listen. "Harry, what did you mean when you said that you defeated him once, or how people died for you or the cause? How were you at the center of a war when you were a child?"
"Well-" he scrunched up his face, like he was suddenly very uncomfortable. "Don't get upset or anything when you hear this. This is already old news for me and then I just had to explain it to your parents as well who had a very reasonably upset reaction. But basically there was a prophecy. Voldemort found out about the prophecy, which said basically only one of us would live, and he made it his new life's side mission to try to kill me every chance he got. He came pretty close several times, and then there was the one time I was actually dead briefly which was weird. But yeah. Basically after he failed to kill me when I was an infant he kept trying. Until eventually I found all his horcruxes and had to kill him myself. I just wish I'd been able to do it sooner…. But now I can. So yeah do you understand now? Or do you just think I'm crazy self absorbed."
"Harry what happened to your family? Even if I was gone, you've got grandparents on both sides, maybe an Aunt or Uncle. I mean I reckon Sirius will still be around. Where did everyone go?"
"I really don't think I should talk about that. It's not going to happen again, so there's no point worrying anyone." He scrambled to pick up his stuff. "I think I'm going to go work in my room." He said before darting off, his feather quill twirling slightly before falling to the ground a few feet away without Harry's notice. Sirius immediately went to grab it but Harry was already at the edge of the hallway.
"I know I'm not actually that kid's father but I feel like shit right now. What do you think actually happened Sirius? There's no way we'd let anything happen to our child unless we were dead right? I mean if Lily is his mum. Which I really hope so because have you seen his eyes?" He smiled wistfully before remembering what he was saying. "Anyways. Lily and I wouldn't just let that happen. Which means Harry was an orphan. And after all of that he's raised fighting for his life against a total psycho. How insane is that? I bet he's an expert at dueling too." Sirius was listening. He really was. And he was thinking of all that Harry said and the conclusions James was drawing. But he was also thinking of the quill still in his hand and the boy who was more scared to talk about his past than he was to risk his life again for the greater good. Could he be any more of a perfect gryffindor?
"I think.. that I'm going to give him back his pen."
He found Harry in his room, sitting on his bed with his back straight and his eyes closed. His wand was draped across his crossed legs, and he looked like he'd fallen asleep just like that. Harry was a legilimens too, of course. It would make sense to protect his mind in a world where he's being attacked all the time.
"I'm sorry for being such an ass back there. I don't think before I speak, it's definitely gotten me into trouble before." He spoke quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace.
"It's ok padfoot, I'm used to it from you." And, ok. So Harry had known an older version of him in his time.
"So you know me? I mean, I'm still around bothering James about Lily, and playing quidditch with you like a proper uncle?" He cringed at the thought of being this man's uncle, it didn't sit quite right, especially when he wholeheartedly wanted his tongue down his throat, even so shortly after meeting. He was rash, Sue him. But that seemingly lighthearted comment clearly wasn't the way to go.
"I knew you, yes. However briefly. We never got around to acting like much of a family, but I could always talk to you, and you were the only one in that awful place that saw me as someone who could actually make decisions, instead of just a stupid kid who needed to be protected from everything. I just wish I hadn't messed everything up…" Sirius stood next to the bed, looking down at Harry who was much shorter up close. Harry's whole face seemed wrecked with heartache, his shoulders were hunched. And Sirius knew that he was dead too, in this awful future/past of Harry's. But he wasn't dead here and now and neither was Harry. And before he stopped to think if this was a good idea for someone who was clearly re-dealing with trauma, he leaned down, pulling Harry in as well, and softly pressed their lips together. He didn't push, he didn't try to open up Harry's mouth like he might have done with a conquest in an abandoned classroom. It was just a soft touch, from someone who was here and cared for Harry despite not really knowing him. Harry's breath stuttered out against Sirius' lips and chin. And for one second of clarity Sirius wondered if maybe this was the absolute worst thing to do, but then Harry brushed his hand softly along his face, following his hand with his tear filled eyes.
He traced sirius' brow, his nose, his high cheekbones, his jaw. He smiled a sad smile and kissed him again. This time was just as light, as if Sirius was something so fragile he could break him. Sirius had never felt fragile to someone else before, he'd always been unbreakable, stubborn, strong. But as Harry traced his lips with his tongue, and gently opened up his mouth, Sirius felt his adoration. As Harry pressed feather light kisses along his cheeks, his eyes, his nose, Sirius couldn't help his own breath quickening. He was realizing he had very little control over a situation he started and he wasn't sure how. It felt nice of course, but strange. Sirius had never been so doted on by his partners. He'd never felt precious. It was usually a lust thing, where things went quick, hard, passionate. This was slow, methodical. Harry knew a version of Sirius in his time. He lost him clearly, and hadn't had him very long according to what he said. But yet here he was giving Sirius what felt like years of unspoken confessions.
"I know you're not him and trust me that's ok" he blushed, looking back down at Sirius' lips. "But can I just- at least once I've just gotta tell you how much I missed you. And how sorry I am that I couldn't save you" Sirius felt the teardrops on his thumbs, smearing them across Harry's cheeks gently. He really wasn't sure what the correct course of action was here. He'd never kissed his best friend's son from the future. Not only that but Harry clearly had some feelings here for that version of Sirius. He'd been here a day and they were already kissing. James would call that a new record for sure, but Sirius was just so unequivocally drawn to him.
"Do you want to talk about it? I know I was a jerk bringing it up earlier, but I can listen too. Because I don't know what happened but I can't think of any version of me that would blame you for whatever happened. I'm a very brash person, I'm sure I made mistakes too." Harry sighed, and pulled Sirius the rest of the way onto the bed. It took a minute to readjust so they were both comfortable and facing each other, the two of them leaning against the wall, legs stretched across the width of the bed.
"Ok." And then Harry proceeded to tell a story so heart wrenching that Sirius felt like he finally met someone with a worse childhood than his own. Not that it was a competition in any way, but God damn.
Harry fell asleep again, after talking for so long. He said he hadn't slept well last night, thinking about his plan now that he was here. Sirius laid next to him, Harry's head tucked into his neck and thought over everything Harry had told him. From the fact that his parents died at one year old, to him not knowing Sirius again until he was almost 14, because he was stuck in Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit, to the fact that he died in front of Harry, just like his parents had, trying to protect him. Harry clearly still blamed himself, saying if he'd just called him in the mirror again, or ignored the house elf, Sirius would have never been there to die. It was a lot for Sirius to process, and he stared at the ceiling lost in these foreign memories, putting the pieces together on the enigma that was Harry James Potter.
Time passed, Harry would spend equal amounts of time holed up in his room pouring over notes and plans, and with the Potter's (+ Sirius). Sirius and Harry grew closer as well, and though no one saw fit to comment on it, it was clear they were aware. It seemed as though the closer the Potter's grew to Harry, the more they just wanted him to be happy any way he could. Sirius couldn't help feeling similar. He made it a goal of his to try to clear Harry's mind one way or another. Be it walks around the property "I never actually knew my grandparents, or the fact that there was a Potter Estate to speak of", a scrimmage with James on the pitch, or sometimes just something quieter, more personal.
Harry was never anything less than completely reverent towards Sirius and Sirius absolutely loved it. He'd never felt so cherished and adored. He'd never thought in his 17 years of life that someone could be so happy that another person was alive and well. But as much as Sirius was taking care of Harry, Harry was showing Sirius a form of love he was all too eager to learn about himself. Harry said he hadn't left a partner in his time, said he just never met someone that loved him just for him, that needed him or wanted him. Sirius thought that he could get used to needing someone like Harry. He was kind, witty, and brave. He was brilliant at quidditch, the little Sirius had seen, and bloody handsome as hell. It was different from James. Sure, James was objectively handsome, but he was a brother to Sirius, a friend. Neither one had ever felt anything more or less. But Harry, with his messy black hair, his sharp but kind green eyes, his short but strong stature. Yes, Sirius quite liked Harry.
It had been a month now since Harry came. Sirius knew he was going to leave soon. Harry had spent some time with some of his family but he didn't want to waste too much time before going wherever he planned to go. James had offered to invite Lily, and the other Marauders to stay with them. He wouldn't tell who Harry really was, and Harry could meet them. Harry seemed to really struggle with his answer before he whispered "No, it's better this way. I've already influenced your relationships.. I don't want to ruin things."
So when Harry came to Sirius' bed that night, he didn't think twice before pulling Harry on top of himself, sliding off his shirt that he'd borrowed from Sirius anyways, and running his hands up and down his back and arms. Harry kissed slowly down his neck, the dips of his collarbone, and across his bare chest. He moaned softly as Harry licked and then sucked gently at his nipples, nails now grazing lightly as they followed his path along Harry's spine.
As Harry slowly dipped lower, running his tongue over him more than kissing at this point, Sirius moved his hands to his hair, twisting it in his fingers and gripping. He felt more than heard Harry's response, the vibrations from Harry's groan going right to his dick. Harry tugged on his pants, Sirius lifted his hips lightly to help, and when they were all the way off they made eye contact. Harry was quiet but his eyes asked, "do you want this?" Like Sirius had any doubt in the world that he wanted this. He didn't know what exactly this horcrux hunt would entail, didn't know what trouble Harry might inadvertently get himself into. And Harry refused to let him go too. Said he had one last year of school, something he never got, and he wanted Sirius to have that. So if this could be his parting gift to Harry and himself.. if this might be the last time they see each other, what if what if what if…
"Yes" he breathed, pulling Harry back up to his mouth, kissing him deeply. Like every other time before, Harry went slow, worshiping him, dragging whimpers, gasps, quiet moans from Sirius as he took him apart and put him back together again. But this time they didn't stop. This time, they were truly together. Even if it only happened once, it was as if Harry himself couldn't resist knowing what it felt like to be completely intertwined. Every push in and slow drag out, every brush of his teeth across his neck, his shoulders, spelled out "I love you". And when Sirius arched up, his mouth opened in bliss, and Harry finished moments later, it was like they could momentarily forget the world and just exist right there and then in that high.
"Sirius, it might be a little late to say it for the first time but I think that I love you. I mean well and proper love you. And a part of me keeps thinking how crazy this is, I mean I was introduced to you first as a crazy murderer, then my long lost godfather, then just an adult friend I could talk to. And then you. Wonderful, young- he chuckled sadly- not yet tortured or worn down by grief. And somehow I love you."
"Maybe it was meant to be… Harry I've never felt as happy or as feather light in my life as I have this summer. I mean it's a close second, practically being adopted by the Potter's, but you, Harry, are special. You make me feel special, and you care about everybody else here in this time and place that shouldn't mean anything to you. That could kill you. So you know what? I love you too ok. But you're not allowed to say that, to make me feel like this, and then just not come back ok? Because I love you now but if you die I'm going to be very cross with you, do you understand?"
Harry's eyes crinkled as his beautiful smile crossed his face, erasing all the sadness prior. "Got it."
"Now, were you planning to sleep here with me tonight, or is this my goodbye?" His eyes darted away briefly before looking back at Sirius, shifting slightly and separating from Sirius finally.
"I think I want to stay here, at least for a little while. I didn't intend to wear myself out before I left you know. You're just so damned.. perfect." And with that, they were kissing again, slower, without as much urgency as before. The heat rebuilt slowly but steadily, until Sirius started arching up only to meet Harry grinding down. Sirius smiled.
"Mind if I wear you out some more?"
It's November, Harry's been gone 3 months with no word and Sirius is sick. After the first full moon of the school year the Marauders trekked back up to the castle feeling sluggish after an all nighter. Peter was grumbling about having classes early that morning, while James and Sirius, the strongest of the group, supported a completely knocked out Remus. Sirius had felt sort of off since they got up that night to sneak out. He pushed through, thinking it was just nerves about Harry. But by the time they make it back to Remus' private room he's white as a ghost, and running to the toilet to throw up the entire contents of his stomach.
Poppy gives him a potion and sends him along, so Sirius doesn't think much of it. Glad at least that he and James have the morning off before their afternoon class. But his nausea continues, and grows to not being able to hold down solids for days on end, and his usual "glow" as Remus calls it has dimmed significantly. James hugs him and brushes his hair while Sirius lays curled up on his bed, the only one that knows what actually happened that summer. Eventually, a thought enters his mind.. and he slips down to the hospital wing after lunch on a Sunday.
When he returns to the Gryffindor lounge he makes a beeline for the couches James, Lily, Remus, and Alice are currently sitting at. He hasn't got the heart to make his entrance nearly as dramatic as usual, and just sits down slowly on the ground, leaning his head back against James and Lily's legs.
"You all right Black?" Lily asks, and reaches down to brush her hand across his hair.
"Are you still feeling nauseous, Padfoot? Maybe you should go see Madam Pomfrey." Remus doesn't know where Sirius has just come from. The test he's just had, and the sympathetic look the matron gave him. sympathetic! Poppy!! There's truly a first for everything. And Sirius isn't angry, not really. Hes not even too stressed, because he knows the curriculum, and what he doesn't know he picks up on really fast. But the idea of finishing school while absolutely massive is a bit daunting. Not only that, but what does he do after the kid is born? He doesn't even know where Harry is right now, if he's even alive. The bastard hasn't sent a single letter, not that he said he would, but after their lengthy goodbye Sirius was rather hoping he might.
So Sirius just sighs and says, "yeah mate I just came from there. It's actually bigger than I thought." He rubs his hands over his face, and as they fall, one goes to his stomach. "You'll all find out eventually so I guess there's no point being secretive about it. But I'm pregnant."
Understandably they're all shocked, though James is the first one to sit up and offer his sincere congratulations, with Lily following up with an extended hug, and a kiss on his cheek.
"I guess you're finally going to have an excuse for late homework huh?" Is all Remus says before offering a small smile and a gentle pat on the shoulder. He knows there's going to be a lengthy discussion later in their dorms, as to whether padfoot can and should continue their monthly frolicking about the grounds. But for now things are simple-ish.
"Do you think I should write to him? I mean for all we know he's in a dungeon somewhere being tortured to death! That bloody bastard, I told him to come back safe or I'd kill him myself." Sirius and James were walking down to the Pitch for practice and James had asked how he was feeling. Since "like I'm finally ready to start puking up my intestines" was a bit too snarky for his best mate and family member of his partner, he decided to go a slightly less rude route.
"Hmm. Maybe I can owl my dad and he can try to make contact? He'll likely know ways to be more discreet about these things."
"Yeah all right. I guess that's worth a try, don't want to mess up whatever he's doing out there."
"Now come on paddy, you've only got a few more months til you can't ride a broom, let's see what you've got!" And with that James successfully managed to take his mind off his worry for at least a couple hours.
A week later an owl arrived for James, from Lord Potter. It was short, and Sirius watched james' face crease slightly with guilt before handing it over. Apparently Fleamont had seen Harry quite recently and he was almost complete with his hunt. He would likely be done by the end of the year, as he had finished forming a very important alliance that would help him in the last segment.
Sirius was a little perturbed at the lack of contact from Harry. Even a note passed on through the Potter's would have been nice. But then, Sirius hadn't asked for a way to keep in contact. He hadn't even thought about it much. He just hoped Harry would be back before he even noticed he'd left. And really, how much of this was annoyance at Harry stuffing him with a baby the one and only night they did anything. I mean it was just sirius' luck honestly. Harry was going to get a VERY stern talking to, both for leaving so long without calling after him, and for giving him quite possibly the worst parting gift ever.
James wrote a quick reply, and asked Sirius if he wanted to add anything, but Sirius wasn't sure. He felt like this kind of news was more of a face to face announcement. That and he didn't want to potentially distract Harry by worrying about yet another thing. "Nah mate, I'll just wait til he's finished saving the world. He doesn't need to be worrying about a baby of all things right now." He rubbed his hand over his temple which was pulsing from the noise, the lights, everything. James gave him a half hug before folding up the letter and putting it in his bag.
"Come on then paddy, let's go for a walk." And he was thankful yet again for his best friend, his brother.
The year finished with a fanfare, excitement in the air for the holidays and above all, a break before the new year. Sirius was excited too. He'd not heard anything more regarding Harry's progress, so he had only Lord Potter's vague note about finishing by the end of the year to base his hopes on. His belly was now firm, and his bump was noticeable to him and his friends, but still small enough to wear most of his trousers just fine. Lily had told him to try and buy some new clothes over the holidays, as his tight, high waisted pants weren't going to fly for very much longer. He'd jokingly told her she should come to the Potter's so they could go shopping together and so that James wouldn't moan about missing her the whole time, and when she blushed as red as her hair, but agreed, Sirius knew just how done for she was.
So, as the two boys unloaded from their train car and met Euphemia outside the station, Sirius was more hopeful than he'd been in months. But after settling their bags in their rooms and taking tea with her, without any word about Harry, Sirius was about to explode. "So," he cleared his throat, and started fiddling with the empty tea cup in his hands. "Have you heard from Harry recently?" Clearly his attempt to be cool was a complete fail based on her pitiful look.
"I'm sorry dear. I'm sure he misses you very much, but he's only come here once to meet with Albus Dumbledore in a neutral location, not to chat. If it's any consolation, they seemed to be talking about a final stand off against the Dark Lord. He said that he was prepared to destroy all of the horcruxes, and that without the addition of the last one from his time, it would be even more difficult to kill him. That's why he wanted to meet with him to begin with. Seeing as Dumbledore had defeated the great Grindelwald of course."
"What's the hold up then? Fleamont told James he'd seen Harry in the letter he sent in November. If Harry's already got all the horcruxes, and knows how to destroy them and voldemort, why doesn't he just do it?"
"Well, that's when Albus said that they should be strategic about their attack. Voldemort has been having his death eaters go after innocent muggles in public places, he's been attacking muggleborns and muggle sympathizers all over the country. They wanted to make sure to limit the amount of casualties after his death by providing the names of all known death eaters, as well as their goals, to the minister. In case the more.. loyal followers decided to carry on in his name.
It's certainly been a mess at the ministry. Fleamont and the others on the Wizengamot have been in their office all hours of the day and night looking over case files and trying to build trials. But, to answer your question, I do believe he has done it. Killed him I mean. I've been listening to Fleamont and the other Lords wives, as well as the news, and I've never seen a time quite so silent as now since all this trouble began. I think he's dead, and I think the Aurors are spread out looking for everyone. Of course I've no confirmation of the fact, not even Fleamont will hear about that until it's official. But something’s changed."
Euphemia was looking off at the rows and rows of plant life now, as though she was lost in a deep thought. Sirius and James made eye contact. Something's changed indeed.
It's a knock on the door during the first night of Yule that announces Harry's return. It's cold and it's windy, the rain turning slightly slushy outside while the mud begins to freeze. The Potter's, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and Lily, are all sitting around the fire, chatting away and relaxing on a rare evening Fleamont is able to spend time outside of his study. Sirius knows it's because he wants to meet his future Daughter in Law, but he's happy for him nonetheless. The man is all but asleep on the chair next to his wife, leaning heavily on her with a peaceful smile as he kisses the side of her head gently.
In a bout of near deja vu, Sirius looks over to where James and Lily are curled up together, playing chess with Peter. All the Potter's are gentle doting lovers, Sirius thinks. And he can't help it when his heart clenches at the thought. He just wants Harry back here safe. Remus is curled up with a book Euphemia showed him earlier, and Sirius is relaxing in a chair, rubbing his belly fondly despite it not really looking like much yet. He can feel the changes now, and his morning sickness and thankfully toned down, though it hasn't disappeared completely. His belly is hard now from more than just quidditch, and its near the seam of his pants that he can feel the slight bump, a teeny tiny baby growing inside him. Who'd have thought he'd ever be ready for such a thing, let alone at 18?
The first time he knocks, Sirius thinks it's the wind jostling something honestly. It's not until Remus looks at the doorway, slowly catching everyone else's attention, that Sirius realizes it is in fact a knock, and he all but runs to the door. He throws it open, finding Harry, slowly becoming drenched from standing out there so long, and he just lights up, letting go of the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "Harry!"
"Hello love, did you miss me that much?" He had the audacity to smirk! Hah. If there wasn't an audience behind him waiting for introductions…. He sent a glare before pulling Harry the rest of the way inside and shutting the door.
"Everyone, this is Harry! Harry, this is Lily, Peter, and Remus." He felt like his face was stuck, he just couldn't make himself stop smiling. He looked back at Harry who was politely shaking hands with everyone, including his own mum. yeah he'd feel bad for Harry later. Right now he was just happy to have Euphemia's words confirmed.
They all made their way back to the sitting room, Harry's clothes and hair had been dried by someone along the way if Harry's "Thank you." Was anything to go by. There was now a new energy filling the room, everyone was fascinated by Sirius’ mystery summer lover. And for the first time in a while Sirius allowed himself to feel like the proud man he presented himself as to Hogwarts, and not the quiet, solemn person he'd become. Harry seemed lighter than he'd been in the month he stayed with them, talking rather animatedly about various subjects with this group of otherwise strangers. Well, Sirius didn't really know how well Harry knew Peter or Remus, given he didn't know Sirius for most of his life it was entirely possible something had happened to them too. But they were ok now. Harry had saved countless lives, again, and risked himself at the same time.
Sirius snuggled into Harry's neck, draped across Harry on the chair. He took in everything, from the soothing vibration of his voice, to the warm weight of a palm on his thigh and another on his back. He breathed deeply, as though he could just inhale Harry's essence. He hadn't realized just how tantalizing it was the past few months but now, he hardly wanted to be separated from Harry again. He pressed a soft kiss to Harry's neck, who responded in kind with one on his forehead. He felt so warm and cozy. This was the type of domesticity he saw in the other Potter couples, and had just been wishing for before Harry arrived. Maybe it was meant to be.
They made their way upstairs hand in hand after everyone had said their goodnights, Sirius playfully bumping their shoulders together, and Harry smiling back at him, rubbing his thumb along the back of Sirius' hand. It was all very well and good but as soon as Harry shut the door and looked up at him Sirius felt his desire change. Harry's eyes looked just as charged, and they met each other halfway in their first proper kiss in four months. Sirius didn't want to take it gentle this time. "Harry?" He said, as Harry kissed his jaw.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Harry, no offense but can we skip to the part where you take me fast and hard? It's just, I've missed you ever so much…" he looked up at Harry innocently despite his words being anything but. he knew what he looked like when he played coy. it always got him what he wanted and this time was no different. Harry moaned lowly before walking Sirius back to the bed, nudging him to sit on the edge, before stepping in between his legs. As they resumed kissing, Harry nestled his fingers in Sirius' hair and pulled. Sirius groaned, reaching his hands around to squeeze at Harry's thighs before sliding up the rough fabric covering his ass and- why are we still wearing clothes?
“Harry” he whined, and tugged at his belt, undoing it and yanking the fabric of both harrys pants and underwear. Harry stepped back to take his clothes the rest of the way off, and sirius took the time to do the same. When harry stepped back up to him he knelt down to his knees, tracing his fingers lightly from sirius’ knees all the way up to the crease of his waist, dancing in circles over his belly and playing with the light trail of hair. He keened again, lifting his hips as he leaned back on his hands to watch just what harry planned to do. Harry apparently realized finally that sirius was not in the mood for slow and sensual and leaned forward suddenly, taking sirius fully in his mouth. Sirius felt harry swallow around him before pulling back to run his tongue up and down, looking up at him. His eyes shone with happiness and desire, and as he continued sirius leaned back fully on the bed, let harry ruin him again, they both deserved this.
Harry uses this new angle to slowly work Sirius open. One, two, three fingers as he lavishes sirius’ dick with more attention than its received in awhile. He pulls back suddenly, when sirius feels like he could finish if he would just keep going like that for a couple more minutes. He stands up again and pulls Sirius’ hips to just the edge of the mattress, letting his legs rest on harrys shoulders. He leans in for a deep, and wet, kiss, as he pushes in for the first time and they both moan now. It just feels so good, being stretched, and filled so full. Having something thick and hot and hard inside him. Yeah, he needs Harry to move now. He clenches as he raises up his hips as best he can. Harry thankfully doesn't waste anymore time before setting a rhythm so breathtaking sirius cant do anything other than let his arms fall to his sides, panting lightly.
Minutes pass with nothing more than the light rocking of the bed, the sounds of the two of them panting interspersed with open mouthed kisses. Sirius has regained the ability to move his arms and has taken to scratching his nails up and down Harrys back, particularly when he has a good thrust. Harrys very clever indeed, and once he realizes which angle it is exactly that will hit that wonderful spot inside him he seems to double down, somehow giving more energy, and burying his face in Sirius’ neck, biting down and sucking. Oh yeah. When harry starts to pull back sirius pushes his head back down, feeling harry huff lightly before acquiescing.
Sirius finishes rather quickly after all of that, Harry following right behind him. He falls slightly onto him, breathing heavily for a minute, before seemingly gaining the strength to raise himself back up. Sirius’ legs are still up on his shoulders and it’ll start to hurt really soon but for now, he just feels boneless. He knows hes back to smiling up at harry like he hung the moon in the sky, but he just cant help it. “I missed you.” he says. And harry smiles back down at him.
“I missed you too. It was hard trying not to think about someone who takes up your every waking moment. But I’m back, and you’re safe. That’s all I could ask for.” Harry cleans him up gently, using one of their shirts, before tucking them both in under the covers. He pulls Sirius close, one arm stretched out under his head, and the other draped over sirius’ side, hand cupping his lower belly. He can't possibly know, and Sirius will tell him, but first, sleep.
Sirius wakes to Harry peppering him with kisses. He feels the scorching heat at every connection between their bodies, and stretches out before rolling to straddle him, keeping the blanket over them. Hes not yet ready to let go of the peace and calm that their shared warmth brings. Harrys usual worry lines are gone, a serene look in his eyes. "Harry, I'm pregnant." Short and to the point.
His eyebrows raise dramatically, his lips parting, and his gaze falls to Sirius’ stomach. "how do you feel about that?" And he knows that not what Harry really wants to say. He rolls his eyes.
"It's obviously not what either of us planned, but I feel pretty ok. I mean, I feel nauseous all the time, but emotionally I think I'm good actually." He huffs. "But actually I wanted to know how you felt about it. I mean, you said you wanted to go away after you finished your work here. Wanted to leave us be to live our lives uninterrupted and all that really self sacrificing dramatic crap."
"I did say that didn't I… but I think It was mostly because I didn't think I could really fit in here. I mean, I know version's of all of you. And I know how much trouble I've brought so far in my life. But you, you're so wonderful. I just love being with you, I love the way you make me feel so relaxed and present in the moment. and if you're worried that I would still leave after you've told me you're carrying our child then maybe I haven't done enough to prove that to you." He pulled Sirius' head down to meet his, and kissed him deeply. Sirius wondered briefly how he managed to bag such an amazing wizard, but he found he didn't really want to think about such things when he had a baby, and Harry, every day to look forward to.
~the end~