HP: Memories 9/12

[wildernesstales]

Rating: G
Summary: Harry really doesn’t like being kept in the dark. (The whole point of summaries is to pique people’s interest… and the best way? Don’t reveal anything… At least that’s my excuse!)
Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Archive: Please?
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case, the wonderful JK Rowling and all associated parties (including Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, Warner Bros. Inc.)
Authors Note: Some of the lines in this chapter are taken almost directly from the book, so I thank JK for her wonderful words. Why bother trying to find words of my own, when hers tell the story just as well?
And didn’t you wonder why it was Remus couldn’t keep his eyes off Sirius? Oh, the slash connotations in OotP!
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Italics are diary entries.





We went to collect Harry last night. There were a fair few of us. Sirius practically pushed me out the door to get him. He’s gotten so impatient the last few days. It’s probably because he can’t leave the house. And he hates being stuck here. I try my best to distract him when I’m here, but Dumbledore’s got me doing more and more work for the Order. And I don’t think I’m distracting him enough.

“I’m surprised at you Harry.” Sirius started after they’d finished dinner. Remus lowered his glass and stared at Sirius, blanking out much of the conversation as he gazed at him.
“The bit about telling Harry more than he needs to know!” Remus flinched as Molly spoke the words, still focussing on Sirius, dreading what could come next.
“I don’t intend to tell him more than he needs to know.” Sirius said hotly.
“He’s not James, Sirius!” Remus held his breath as Molly shouted.
“Personally,” he said quietly, looking away from Sirius at last to face Molly. “I think its better Harry gets the facts from us.” Remus was no longer sure what facts he was talking about. Molly and Sirius continued arguing.
“Molly, you are not the only person here who cares about Harry.” He said sharply, catching Sirius beginning to rise out of his chair. “Sirius, sit down.” Sirius sank back in to his chair, and a stillness descended on the room.

We answered as many of Harry’s questions about the Order as we could. But he still had more questions… just not about the Order.

~*~

“What’s going on Professor?” Harry asked in an undertone. Remus turned to face him, one hand on the banisters, his expression mild.
“What do you mean Harry?” he asked, trying to keep the fearful tone out of his voice.
“You couldn’t keep your eyes off him. I saw.” Harry said accusingly. Remus sighed.
“You’re as perceptive as your father.” He said quietly. “Come with me.” He led Harry up the stairs and into his and Sirius’ bedroom; the evidence of their cohabitation clearly visible around the room. Sirius was stretched out on the bed, staring moodily at the wall. He looked up and smiled as Remus entered the room.
“I’ve been waiting for you Moony.” His face fell as Harry stepped out from behind Remus. “Harry…”
“He knows Sirius.” Remus said heavily, sitting down on the edge of the bed and indicating a chair to Harry. Harry sat down and repeated his question.
“What’s going on?”
“What do you mean Harry?” Sirius echoed what Remus had said.
“He couldn’t keep his eyes off you after dinner!” Harry said hotly.
“Ah…” Sirius paused and crawled up the bed until he was sitting just behind Remus. “We’re lovers.” He continued simply, wrapping his arms around Remus. Harry blanched and Remus blushed, lowering his head.
“But… but…”
“It started when we were at school. In fact,” Sirius’ face twisted into a smile. “If it hadn’t been for your father, I might never have found out how Moony felt.”
“There’s nothing wrong with it Harry.” Remus said quietly, looking up and meeting Harry’s eyes. Harry sagged back in his chair.
“I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. It’s just you never told me! I’m the last one to know again!” he shouted at the pair of them before storming from the room. Remus flinched.
“I’ll go after him.” Sirius muttered, giving Remus’ hand a gentle squeeze before hurrying after Harry. Remus flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

~*~

He felt Sirius lie down beside him hours later.
“Well?” he croaked, not knowing whether he wanted to know the answer.
“He was telling the truth Moony. He doesn’t have a problem with us.” Remus breathed a sigh of relief and curled up against Sirius.
“I was worried that we’d…” Sirius cut him off.
“Remember what I told you at school Moony? I love you and I don’t care who knows it!”

Harry doesn’t care. I don’t think Sirius realised how worried I was. He dotes on that boy, and the thought that he might disapprove… well, it was killing me.
But he doesn’t mind.
And Sirius loves me.
If Voldemort wasn’t around, everything would be all right in my world.

~*~*~

Remus smiled softly in the darkness. He remembered the anguished pain he’d felt, worried about how Harry would react. And the joy when he realised Harry didn’t mind; he’d just been upset at being kept in the dark about yet another thing.
The only thing he had minded was walking in on them in the kitchen. They had only been kissing; Remus sitting on the table, Sirius standing in front of him, Remus’ legs wrapped around his.
Remus laughed. It had been hard to tell who was more horrified, him or Harry. Sirius had just laughed as Harry backed out stammering an apology.

He may not have Sirius anymore, but he had the memories they made together.