Title: Like Father Like Son?
Rating: T
Pairing: Unrequited Harry/Teddy, mentions of Harry/Remus, RL/SB, RL/NT, HP/GW
Summary: Harry has an extra reason for not giving in to Teddy's advances
Disclaimer: I own nothing, if I did Remus and Sirius would be alive

Five Years Later

Harry Potter sighed and wiped the sweat from his brow. He’d put in a full day of work even by goblin standards. After completing his apprenticeship he was now a fully qualified Curse Breaker. It had turned out to be the perfect job for him. It was challenging, physical, and he was able to travel. Most importantly he set his own schedule, which allowed him to be there for his partner on the days following the full moon.

Remus had also found this to be a good situation for the both of them. He traveled with Harry on all but the most extreme assignments and was making a rather good living writing muggle travel/adventure novels under the name John Moon.

When they were away from home they often received owls from Sirius and Hermione. In the last few months they had been delighted to receive short letters in crayon from Elisabeth as well. The little girl was quite advanced for her age, to nobody's surprise.

Though his parents were overjoyed when little Charles James Black joined the family just after Elisabeth's second birthday he nonetheless entered the world to the sounds of his mother threatening to 'take Padfoot to the vet' if Sirius didn't have a lasting contraceptus charm performed.

Everyone who knew the Blacks said that you wouldn't believe that anyone could talk about those children more than their daddy, until you met their godfathers. Harry and Remus brought both of them gifts from around the world and enough candy for Elisabeth to make her grandparent’s threaten to send them the dental bills.

After securing his work site for the day Harry apparated home and joined Remus in the small kitchen of their wizarding tent where the older man was preparing dinner. “Hello, love. How was your day?”

Remus smiled, “Excellent. I finished the outline for the one about the giant underground snake.”

“Gee, however did you think of that.” Harry said with a chuckle, “What’s for dinner?”

“I thought a light stew and an early bedtime was perfect.” Said the werewolf while tossing an exaggerated leer at his mate.

“You always know exactly what I need,” said Harry taking the older man into his arms and waving his wand at the stew. It would keep. They had pressing matters to attend to.

FIN

Two Years Later
Harry and Remus quickly made their way through the corridors of St. Mungo’s to find Sirius waiting for them just outside the maternity ward.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this Padfoot?” Remus said with a chuckle, noting his friend looked a bit on the pale side.

“Ready or not here it comes. I’m not completely new to this parenting thing you know. You must admit I did an okay job with the first one.” He said, giving Harry’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

Harry grinned, “Yeah, but I was passed the 4 am feedings by the time you got me.”

Sirius shrugged, “It beats midnight patrol, though Kingsley wasn’t really thrilled with my request for paternity leave. “

"Well, it's much easier for you to take time off than for Mione." Remus said.

Sirius grinned, "I'm glad I'm going to get the time with the little one."

"Not all the time," said Remus, "that is our godchild you're talking about."

"Yes," Harry chimed in, "We need plenty of time to spoil and corrupt, I mean teach and nurture her."

Siris just rolled his eyes. "Yes, horrible influences you are. It will be all the three of us can do to spare the kid occaisionally from Hermione with her flashcards and parenting manuals."

"How is Hermione doing?" Harry asked nearly bouncing at the thought of being a godfather.

"She's fine now that we got her wand away from her. When we first got in there she threated to use a severing charm to make sure she never got pregnant again." Sirius said and all three men shuddered.

"That's our girl." said Harry with a nod.

Sirius smiled, "I'd better get back to the rest of my family. I'll come out when it's over or when she wandlessly ejects me from the room, whichever comes first."

Remus and Harry passed the time talking and reading, while Harry occaisionally went down to the floo booths to let the rest of their friends know what was going on or ring Hermione's parents on his mobile. The Grangers had been unable to cancel their appointments, but would be along as soon as the office closed for the day.

Harry and Remus were discussing the most loud and obnoxious magical and muggle toys they could buy for their godchild when Sirius finally came out of the ward grinning like someone had hit him with a maximum strength cheering charm.

"It's a girl! Everyone is fine. As soon as everyone is cleaned up and settled into a room you can see them." he said, shooting pink sparks out of his wand.

"Congratulations, Padfoot." said Remus, embracing his friend.

"Yeah, Siri. She's a lucky little girl with the two of you as parents." Harry added.

A bit later, after Harry had spread the news, they were allowed to see Hermione and the baby for a short visit. After each man had murmured their congratulations and placed a kiss on a dozing Hermione's forehead they turned their attentions to the proud father. Sirius, still grinning, was holding a tiny pink bundle in his arms.

"Gentleman, I would like to introduce you to your god-daughter, Elisabeth Andromeda Black." Sirius said motioning his godson and best friend closer. He gently lifted the blanket so that they could get a better view of her little face.

"Hmm, turns out I can fall in love with a girl after all." Harry said softly, "She's beautiful."

Sirius let out a soft chuckle.

"She's perfect." he said and passed the bundle to Remus, who nervously took Elisabeth into his arms.

"That she is. " Remus agreed. Elisabeth blinked and opened her eyes to reveal her mother's warm brown eyes, her head was covered in whisps of dark hair the color of her father's.

"Hello little one. Welcome. I'm one of your godfathers. I think you should meet the other one." Remus said, almost in a whisper. He very carefully passed the baby to Harry who had been practicing with a doll from the Weasley attic. He had initially been wary of handling a baby that small but with some advice from Molly and practice he had been looking forward to the baby's arrival.

"Hi there, sweetheart. I'm Harry, your other godfather. I'm very glad you're finally here. I'm going to teach you to fly as soon as your mother will let me. "

"When she's eight you can get her a trainer broom. Now give me back my baby." said a sleepy voice from the bed.

The men all turned to see Hermione was now wide awake and watching them with a smile.

Harry smiled and bent over to slide Elisabeth into Hermione's arms. "Here you go, mommy. Your mum and dad are here, we should go so they can visit before you need to feed her. You did good, Mione."

With a few last words Harry and Remus left the small family to their other visitors and headed for the apparation point hand in hand.

Six Months Later

Hermione Granger could hardly believe her eyes. Intellectually she knew she was in Sirius’s small cottage but it was barely recognizable under all the charms and transfigurations he had used on it. Instead of the quaint little cottage she found herself in what seemed to be a tropical resort complete with climbing vines and a sea breeze. A blanket was set up on the sand with picnic supplies and it was there that she found Sirius waiting dressed in only his swim trunks.

“Hello love,” he said, “I think you’re a bit over dressed.” With a smirk and a wave of his wand he transfigured her healer robes into a rather skimpy lime green bikini.

“Sirius!” she said, folding her arms around her body shyly.


“Oh come on, love. You look beautiful. Have a seat, relax, eat some dinner.” He said as he crossed the room and pulled her into his arms. “I made everything myself. I just wanted to do something special for my number one girlfriend.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow, “I guess it’s good to know that out of all your girlfriends, I’m your favorite.”

Sirius smiled. “Yeah, the other three just can’t compare,” he teased.

Hermione snickered; this was an old joke between the two of them and she delighted in knowing she was his one and only.

“Well, I suppose that will have to do,” she said as they both walked over to the blanket and made themselves comfortable.

Sirius reached into the picnic basket and produced some sandwiches, fruit, and wine along with chocolate for desert.

The couple ate in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying the warm breeze. She couldn’t help but notice that Sirius seemed rather preoccupied by something.

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

“I’m fine, more chocolate?” Sirius said quickly, but she remained unconvinced.

“Are you sure? You seem really distracted, would you rather do this another time?”

“No! Now. I want to do this now,” Sirius snapped so abruptly she jumped back a bit.

“I can’t help if you won’t tell me what is wrong, but if you’re going to be like that there are several books waiting for me at home,” she pushed herself up from the sand but before she could leave Sirius grabbed her arm.

“Please, I’m sorry. I guess fucked this up, so I better just do it now,” he said, his voice strained. She looked down at him confused. She’d never seen him act like this. He seemed so unsure of himself.

“Nothing is wrong. In fact, I’m better than I’ve been in a very long time and mostly because of you.” She watched in shock as he slid up on one knee and fumbled through the pocket of his trunks. Hermione gasped as he pulled out an antique diamond ring and looked up at her.

“I know that I never expected this to happen, but I’ve watched you grow into a brilliant, beautiful woman. A woman I’ve fell head over heals in love with. Will you marry me?” He said.

He watched, tense, as she sank to her knees in front of him and held out her shaking left hand. “Yes! I’ll marry you.”

She watched delighted as his face lit up, “I love you so much,“ he said. She was pleased to see a bit of his normal confidence already returning.

“I love you too. Oh! There’s so much to do, I’ll have to make a list. We’ll have to floo Harry and Remus first and then my parents. Where do you want the wedding?”

He pulled her close and silenced her with a kiss, “That’s my girl, “ he said with a shake of his head. “I know you want to jump right into the research phase of the planning, but what do you say we just keep it quiet and enjoy ourselves tonight?”

She blushed and nodded, “You’re right, let’s just spend tonight enjoying each others company.”

With a wave of his wand the torches went out and the ceiling above them was filled with enchanted stars. They both got comfortable on the blanket and stargazed in each others arms, at least until they became distracted with each other.

The Following Christmas

Harry didn’t get much sleep on Christmas Eve, he was much too nervous. He knew that he was making the right decision, but it was a risk all the same. He rearranged his pillows and turned to watch the man beside him sleep. He kept this up sleeping fitfully until dawn when he slipped carefully out of bed.

In the kitchen Harry prepared a breakfast tray for his partner. He cursed silently as his shaking hands caused the cream to spill and he vanished the mess with a wave of his wand. Pulling the small box out of it’s hiding place in the pantry he placed it on the tray and took a deep breath.

Returning to their bedroom he sat the tray on the nightstand and slid over to the sleeping werewolf.

“Wake up Re. Happy Christmas.” Harry said, placing a kiss on his love’s cheek.

“Huh? Oh, Happy Christmas Harry. What time is it?”

Harry looked sheepish. “It’s very early, but I couldn’t wait. We can have a bit of a lie-in later. I wanted to give you your present.”

“I see. Is that tea I smell? I could use a few sips first,“ Remus said and accepted the cup when Harry retrieved it from the tray and passed it along.

Harry waited while the other man had some tea, hoping it would put him in a better frame of mind. Finally Remus sat his cup aside and smiled.

“So where is this gift that you had to give me at the crack of dawn?” The werewolf asked, looking around for a package.

Harry reached over and picked up the small package placing it between them. He took Remus’s hand and looked somberly into his love’s eyes.

“Since you’ve come into my life I actually feel like I really can have a normal life, a life with someone who is in love with Harry, not some ideal hero. I know that there is no legal way to formalize our commitment, but I want you to know that I would marry you if I could.” As he spoke he took the cover off the small package to reveal a matching set of platinum bands. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you wear this ring? “

As Harry spoke Remus just sat in shock. He had felt the same way for some time, but had never been able to convince himself that Harry could feel the same, at least not any time soon. Yet, here Harry was, asking if he would love him the rest of his life. Overcome with emotion Remus bowed his head and tried to get his self together. Then he realized that Harry had stopped talking, but he was breathing oddly and the slight tremble of his hands had turned to a definite shake on observing Remus’s reaction.

Harry’s obvious distress was enough to snap Remus out of his shock and answer. “Yes! It just took me a minute to convince myself I wasn’t dreaming is all. Of course I’ll wear the ring, I don’t know what I’d do without you now.”

Harry’s face lit up and he threw himself into Remus’s arms with so much enthusiasm they both toppled back on the bed, which was rather convenient really considering how they spent the rest of the time before they were expected at Sirius’s for dinner.

A couple hours later Hermione returned to their ward with cartons of takeaway and picnic supplies. She helped Sirius over to Remus’s bed where he transfigured the chair into a small sofa. Harry watched with a smile as his godfather sat down pulling Hermione down with him. Harry was happy to perch on the edge of his lover’s bed and watch the scene play out in front of him. So far everyone was adapting to the situation very well. He had even restrained himself from the leg-humping joke he’d been saving since they had all had dinner. Harry could only hope that they could hold on to the happiness they had found for a long time to come. Each of them had certainly earned it.

***

Remus and Sirius had been home from the hospital for a few days when Harry cautiously approached his godfather.

“Sirius? Can I talk to you for a minute?” Harry said nervously.

“Sure pup. Everything alright? I don’t have to have a godfatherly talk with Moony do I? I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

Harry swallowed. “No, no. Don’t you dare! I just wanted to tell you that…urm, Remus and I are going to move to one of the Potter properties. We’d feel more comfortable there.”

Sirius’s face fell. “Oh. I see. Look Harry, I’m sorry if I’ve given you the impression that I’m anything but pleased that you both are happy. It just took a little getting used to. If this about me and Hermione…”

Harry put up his hand to stop his godfather from continuing. “Sirius, no. It’s not like that. I appreciate how well you’ve accepted us being together, and I’m happy for you and Hermione. I really am. Sirius, I’m twenty years old. You know that I’ve always been happy here with you. It is just time for me to be on my own.”

“I know. I can’t possible be old enough for that, but you have a point. I’m gonna miss you kiddo. I expect you, both of you, here for dinner at least twice a week when you aren’t traveling with the team.” Sirius said, putting an arm around his godson’s shoulder.

Harry smiled, “Just try to get rid of us.”

***

A week later Harry and Remus moved into a cottage that had been owned by Harry’s grandfather. Sirius was pleased with his choice as he had fond memories of summer holidays with James. It was remote enough to allow for flying and Remus’s transformations, but not so far it would be a strain to apparate to Sirius’s or London.

Remus looked around with a smile at their new living room and pulled Harry back to his chest, wrapping his arms around the younger man's shoulders.

"Well, it's a start. We can go to Diagon Alley and get whatever you need next week."

Harry turned around and put a hand to Remus's cheek.
"I have everything I need right here, Re. I've got a home of my own and a man I want to spend the rest of my life with. Make love to me."

For a minute it looked like Remus was going to speak but instead he pulled Harry close and kissed him until they were both panting.

They made their way to the bedroom as quickly as possible and sunk onto their newly acquired king-size bed. Harry rolled on top and began to kiss and lick along Remus's jaw and neck. Remus growled softly and reached down for the hem of Harry's t-shirt pulling it forcefully over his head, prompting Harry to do the same.

Harry continued to kiss down Remus's body, knowing the other man was still more comfortable letting him set the pace. He took his time with each nipple until Remus moaned and begged for more. Happy to oblige Harry moved down taking his lover's cock deep into his mouth. Remus groaned and tried to keep himself from thrusting. Harry continued to lick and suck his lover's shaft, using his hands to stroke the base and slide lightly between the werewolf's legs.

Reluctantly Harry stopped and slid up to place a kiss on his lover's lips. "I want you inside me," he said, his voice low.
"God, Harry," Remus breathed, gently turning Harry onto his back. Slowly he followed the same path down Harry's body the younger man had taken with his own. When he got to Harry's cock he sucked slowly until Harry was trembling and moaning.

Kissing his lover softly Remus gently prepared him all the while whispering in Harry's ear telling him how beautiful he looked and how much he loved him. Finally he knelt over the younger man and slid into the tight heat. Each of them took a minute to savor the feeilng before rocking their bodies together finding the angle that had Harry shaking once again. They kissed and touched as their pace quickened and Remus reached down and stroked Harry's cock. Soon Harry was screaming in release taking Remus with him.

Collapsing onto the bed they spent several minutes just basking in the warmth of each other before sleep threatened to overtake them. Harry settled against Remus and put his head on his lover's chest. When Remus began to stroke his hair he sighed and leaned into the touch.
"Sweet dreams, love."
"Sweet dreams, Re."

Fin.

The next evening Remus still had not regained consciousness and Harry had not left his side. He couldn’t help but think there was something familiar about him sitting a bedside vigil while the man in the bed remained unconscious. It was amazing to the seeker how quickly Remus had gone from being an unnamed stranger in need of help to the one that filled that empty place inside of him. Leaning over to place a kiss on the man’s forehead he gently took Remus’s hand.

“Come on, Re. Time to wake up. Sirius is fine, more than fine from what I can gather from the grin on Hermione’s face. We’re just waiting for you to wake up and then we can go home,” Harry said quietly.

The Healers had pronounced Remus stable and felt that the usual post-transformation healing powers associated with his lycanthropy had likely healed a great bit of the damage from his kidnappers as well. They attributed his current state to simple magical exhaustion and said he would wake up on his own. Harry, however, was having trouble being patient.

A few hours later Remus woke to find Harry asleep in the chair next to his bed.

“Harry,” he called, but got no response. “Harry!” he tried just a bit louder, but the younger man still did not respond. The werewolf grinned and used the loudest volume he dared without disturbing the other patients. “HARRY!” he shouted and watched amused as the younger man fell out of his chair.

“Wha?” Harry muttered before awareness dawned. “Remus!” he said leaning over to embrace the older man before being pulled in for a kiss.

“How do you feel? The healers said you should be fine. Sirius is fine and Kingsley got a confession out of all three of them so they are locked up. I was so worried.”

“Harry, love, slow down. I’m fine. No worse than the usual post-moon aches and pains,” Remus said with a smile as he pushed himself into a sitting position.

Harry let out a huge breath and smiled, “Well, good. Not that I mind taking care of you, but there are much more fun things we could be doing if you are going to spend that much time in bed.”

Remus snorted, “I’m beginning to think you have a one-track mind. I take it the cat is out of the bag?”

Harry fidgeted. “Yeah, I started to tell him while we were looking for you, but he said he already knew. “

“Is he ready to kill me?”

“No. He just needs some time to get used to the idea, I think. It seems that everything is out in the open between him and ‘Mione too.”

Remus smiled, “Well, looks like the old dog can learn some new tricks after all.”

Harry laughed, but then became serious again. “Remus, would you move in with me? I mean our own place.”

“That sounds wonderful, but you are telling your godfather,” said the werewolf, a look of mock terror on his face.

Harry pulled a face, but nodded. “I’ll go let them know you’re awake.”

Part 28

Harry left St. Mungo’s and apparated to the cottage he shared with his godfather. His hands had stopped shaking since Sirius had been declared stable but it still felt like his heart was beating out of his chest. He quickly grabbed the rucksack he used when the Arrows were on a short road trip and filled it with a change of clothes for both his lover and his godfather. Deciding he would need a distraction he grabbed a book from his bedside table and taking the soft blanket from the living room sofa he took a deep breath and went to wait for sunrise.

A few warming and cushioning charms and Harry was as comfortable as he could be under the circumstances. He figured he had about three hours to wait until it was safe to take Remus to the hospital, so he forced himself calm and opened his book.

After what seemed like days the sun was finally starting to edge over the horizon. Completely pale, and with tears in his eyes Harry cast silencing charms to keep the muggles from hearing the mix of screams and howls coming from inside the warehouse.

When the sun was fully up and the noise had stopped Harry tentatively opened the door. Remus was limp on the floor covered in sweat tinged with blood. A gentle cleaning charm later Harry wrapped his lover in the blanket and apparated to St.Mungo’s.

As expected, the healers were waiting and Remus was placed in the bed across from a curtained off area Harry recognized as Sirius’s bed. With Remus’s care out of his hands Harry moved over to check on his godfather. He moved aside the curtain and was about to greet his friend when he realized Hermione was fast asleep. She had pulled a chair right up to Sirius’s bedside and was curled up in it like a cat one hand still holding his godfather’s. Sirius seemed to be resting comfortably and not wanting to wake them Harry tiptoed away to wait for news on Remus.

***

Sirius woke to a dull ache in his chest and a warm hand in his. He cracked open one eye and sighed. He hated the hospital, as far as he was concerned it had only one thing to offer and she was already curled up beside him. Remembering the night before he gently tugged on the hand in his.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said.

She stretched and let out a yawn, “Good morning yourself. How do you feel?”

“Like I’ve been hit by a hippogriff. How are Harry and Remus?”

“Harry is fine, but worried about both of you. Thanks to someone’s rather brave act he only had a few bumps and bruises. He just brought Remus in, they are working on him now, but he’ll be fine.”

Sirius tried to sit up but Hermione put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back down to the pillow. “You need to rest. Healer’s orders.”

“What would I do without you?” Sirius said, being sure to give her the most charming smile he could manage at the moment, and was rewarded when she took his hand once again and gave it an affectionate squeeze.

With her free hand she carefully pushed a few stray locks of black hair back from his face, leaving her palm cupping his cheek.

“Let’s not find out, “ she said with a smile.

He returned the gesture, reveling in the smoothness of her cheek against his rough palm.

“I don’t intend to,” he said and gently pulling her face towards him he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

Harry landed in the St. Mungo’s lobby and called out to the reception witch.

"Call spell damage. Tell them an auror has been injured, a bone breaking curse. Have them call Healer Granger as well."

Harry barely heard the "yes sir, Mr. Potter." before he carried Sirius through the crowd to the lift.

When they reached their floor he was relieved to turn his godfather over to two senior healers and collapsed onto a bench in the waiting area, his head in his hands.

A few minutes later Hermione came barreling down the hallway as white as a sheet, "They said you brought in a injured auror, what happened?"

Harry put his arm around her shoulders and guided her to sit down on the bench, "Remus was kidnapped. Sirius and I went to rescue him. Sirius threw himself in front of a bone-breaking curse meant for me."

Harry could tell Hermione was trying to stay calm.

"Who is in there with him?" she said, her voice thick.

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair; "It's Pye and Vance.”

“Well, that’s a bit of a relief. They are the best at what they do. I’m sure they can save him.” Hermione said and Harry had the impression she was trying to convince her self as well as him.

“I had to leave Remus, he made me promise not to come back until morning. As soon as Sirius is stable I'll go. They hurt him badly Hermione, they would have tortured and killed him."

Hermione could hear the deep strain in his voice. She put her arms around him and he returned her embrace.

"They are both going to be fine. They are going to recover and we are all going to live happily ever after." she said with authority.

Harry forced a smile, "So have you made you move yet?"

"Harry! That's none of your business." She blushed and muttered something Harry couldn’t hear.

“What was that, Mione? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“I said that we were interrupted, my beeper went off just when he was going to kiss me, or at least I think he was. Now he’s in there and I can’t do anything, and I haven’t told him how I feel.”

Harry patted her arm. “You’ll have your chance, just don’t waste any more time.”

Before Hermione could reply Healer Vance came out to talk to them. Hermione grabbed Harry’s hand and he gave her a reassuring squeeze before turning his attention to the healer.

“Mr. Black will make a full recovery, but he will be unconscious for quite a while. We’ve given him some extremely strong painkillers while the skele-gro does its work. I can let one person in the room for now. He should be ready for more visitors in the morning,” said Healer Vance. Both Harry and Hermione thanked the healer before she returned to her patient.

Hermione looked shyly at Harry and he smiled. “You go ahead. I’m going to go wait outside the door for Remus to transform, then I’ll bring him here.”

“Thank you. I’ll arrange for an empty bed in Sirius’s ward and find some open-minded Healers on duty for tomorrow morning, “ she said.

“Take care of him, Mione. He saved my life, again, “ said Harry heading to the lift.

“What’s the plan?” Harry asked, once Sirius had placed him safely back on the ground.

“How many of them are there?”

“Three, Martins, Dawlish, and Brewster. Remus is chained to the wall. Shit, Sirius, tonight is the full moon. We need to get in there now!” Harry said trying to keep his pulse under control.

“I know. Okay, three is good. I like those odds. I could take down Dawlish blindfolded. This is not the time to push things, so let’s make it easier. If we can get one of them out here we shouldn’t have any trouble.” Sirius said.

“We need a distraction. I can break the windows. Check for wards. Can we apparate in there?” Harry said pacing back and forth.

Sirius waved his wand. “No wards, the lazy gits.”

“Let’s go. You take out Dawlish and then try to get Remus free. I’ll take care of Brewster,” said Harry transfiguring his clothes to black before aiming his wand at the window.

As soon as a quick reducto curse created the distraction Harry and Sirius apparated behind a large crate in the warehouse.

“Martins! Go check the perimeter!” one of the men shouted to the other. Martins gave Brewster a quick nod and disappeared through the door.

Harry gave Sirius the signal. One down, two to go.

Sirius slid around the side of the crate and aimed his wand at Dawlish. A quick spell had the renegade auror subdued. Their cover blown, Harry quickly fired off a spell at Brewster. The two men began to duel, Harry’s Order training helping keep up with Brewster.

Sirius had run over to Remus and began to work on the magical chains holding him in place. “Moony! Are you okay? We’re going to get you out of here.”

Remus forced a smile. “About time you showed up, Padfoot.”

“Let’s get you out these things. “ said Sirius who pointed his wand at the chains and began murmuring incantations under his breath.

Sirius began to work faster when he found that Harry and Brewster had ended up dueling with the two marauders crouched in the middle. Wary of Remus being caught in the crossfire and getting hit himself Sirius speeded up his work and finally managed to free Remus from the chains, passing him the spare wand he carried on duty.

Harry was finally able to stupefy and bind Brewster, but he did not see Martins return from outside. Sirius saw a bone-breaking curse streak towards his godson. He knew that Harry would not have time to shield the curse and without a thought he jumped between Harry and the curse taking the full force.

Harry screamed his godfather’s name as the man collapsed. Martins was distracted and Remus used the chance take him out still fighting the beginning tingle he knew would come with the full moon.

Taking the portkeys from his godfather’s pocket Harry slipped them on each of the men sending them back to a cell in the ministry where Kingsley would be waiting.

Trying to keep his emotions in check Harry picked up his godfather and looked at Remus, “Let’s go. We’ve got to get him to St. Mungo’s, fast.”

Remus shook his head and Harry could see that his body was trembling. Remus convulsed slightly and managed to choke out, “Harry go. Now. Too late. Have to stay here. Stay away till morning. Promise me.”

“I promise. I’ll be waiting. I love you.” Harry said.

“Love you too.” Remus gasped, and watched Harry apparate before giving into the transformation.