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The Trouble With Hand-Me-Downs	By : jillianw Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 9263 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Trouble with Hand-Me-Downs
Part: 1 / 3
Author: Bella Ireland
Feedback: bellaireland@sbcglobal.net
Rating: R due to language, and smut in Part 2
Summary: Harry writes a letter to Remus during his last DADA class in his 7^th
year. Three years later after the war, he has toned up and outgrown his jeans.
Sirius is the lucky recipient of Harry's hand-me-downs who discovers the letter
in the pocket and all hell breaks loose. He's involved with Remus and thinks
that Harry still feels the same way as when he was a student.
(Last day of classes, three years prior)
"Ron, Ron!” Harry shook
his friend from a peaceful slumber. “Have the elves brought back our
clothes from the laundry yet? I can't find any of my jeans."
A very sleepy Ron Weasley opened one eye to find Harry clad only in a pair
of boxers, shaking him furiously. "How *yawn* should *yawn* I know? I've
only just got up."
"I can't find any jeans that fit right. I swear if I don't quit
growing…" He returned to his rummaging and pulled out a pair of
faded blue Levi's. "I hate these, but they'll have to do I guess."
He pulled on the snug fitting pants,
and finished digging for a tee-shirt. Luckily, he didn't as as much trouble
finding one as he did his jeans. It was their very last day as students and
they were more than eager for the Commencement ceremony the following evening.
All N.E.W.T. scores had been posted and Harry did fairly well; he scored third
in his class next to Draco and Hermione. Today was the chance for each
Professor to wish their students good-bye and offer words of encouragement.
They were in the midst of the war, and Albus feared more than half of this
year's parting class would be dead by Christmas.
Luckily, for Harry and Ron, Remus had returned in their seventh year to
prepare the students to fight. Harry looked forward to that class and was
pleased it was the last one he had that day. He had received the highest mark
of all the seventh years, and wanted to discuss his plans with Remus. They'd
grown quite close over the year, him giving Harry private ons.ons. Everyone
knew he'd be in the middle of the war as soon as he graduated, so they took every measure possible to ensure his safety.
Sirius was already in the field, so Remus took over his duties as Harry's
godfather.
During that particular class, Harry wrote a letter to Remus thanking him for
all that he'd done for him. He realized he had developed quite a crush on Remus
and couldn't tell him face to face. Harry poured his heart onto that piece of
parchment but never got the nerve to give it to him. After class, he put it
into his pocket, and completely forgot about it. Remus remained at Hogwarts for
the next three years until the war had ended. Over that period, Harry had
developed his own plan of therapy to help him deal with what he saw in the war.
He often wrote letters to Remus, never sending them just placing them into a
shoe box. He promised himself one day he would give them to Remus, but that day
never came. During the beginning, Harry wrote about how he loved him, how he
missed him, and most of all how he desired to be with him. But after a year of
writing, the fluffiness was replaced with horrid details of each encounter with
the Death Eaters, containing little of what he once wrote. Eventually, he told
Remus good-bye, promising to remain close friends with him. The boyhood crush
he felt for Remus was replaced with his never ending love for Severus Snape.
They'd grown quite close over that first year, often saving the other's life.
They spent time together, developing a working relationship, which turned into friendship
that finally turned into desire for one another.
Neither one was comfortable in sharing their relationship with anyone as of
yet, the war had only ended six months prior. Harry moved back home with Sirius
and Remus lived nearby. Harry in the dark about their relationship as well, feared
how they would handle it.
Once back home, Harry went through his belongings and gave Sirius an armload
of clothes. Mainly jeans; and unbeknownst to him, the letter he had written
Remus had remained in the pants for the past three years.
"You know Siri; I'd wash them if I were you. They've been in the bottom
of my trunr Mer Merlin knows how long. They smell a bit musky."
"Thanks Harry. I love broke in Levi's much better than new ones.
They're already comfortable and soft. I'm sure they'll fit. Seem to be the size
I wear." He took the heap of clothing into the laundry room and Harry
finished getting ready for a secret date with Severus.
Sirius went right away to washing the laundry, it being piled up waist high.
He loathed laundry more than anything, but found that
magic didn't work quite as well as washing it the muggle way. The clothes
smelled fresher and cleaner. And Sirius was adamant about being clean after
spending so long is Azkaban without so much as even washing his hands.
He heard Harry in the kitchen, which meant he was ready to leave. Remus was
coming over, and Sirius had a good idea that Harry wouldn't be coming home
until well past midnight. He wanted to
let Harry know that Remus would be there, and that there was a reason he was in
the same bed as Sirius.
"Harry, Remus will be staying over tonight. I'll just have him bunk in
with me that way you won't wake him when you come in." Harry barely paid any attention to what
Sirius was saying, his mind being preoccupied with Severus.
t;Wht;Whatever Sirius."
Harry knew they were seeing each other, but he didn't want to question them
about it since they were the last two people on earth he wanted to find out
about his relationship with Severus. He swallowed down the rest of the milk
directly from the carton, and headed out to his broomstick.
Sirius started the washer and began checking pockets for things Harry may
have left in them. He had learned early on that Harry was forgetful and once
had washed a dung bomb that was left in his robes. It didn't go off until they
were in the dryer and Sirius had thrown everything away. He didn't even bother
with cleaning them. The dryer was ruined and they had to purchase a new one.
After that, he was very cautious as to check every article of clothing before
putting it into the washer.
He reached down into the pile of clothes Hahad had given him, and pulled out
that snug fitting pair of jeans Harry hated so much. He searched the pockets
and found a chocolate frog. "UMMM, I bet that tastes really good
now," he threw it into the waste bin, and reached into the other pocket. Sirius
found an old, folded piece of parchment, and laid it upon the dryer. Sirius had
no idea what the parchment contained, or that it was a love letter written to
his lover from his godson.
With the laundry washing, he grabbed the letter and returned to the kitchen
to finish the dinner he'd prepared for Remus. Roast beef, potatoes, corn on the
cob and a chocolate cheesecake for dessert were waiting on the guest of honor.
Sirius decided to grab a quick drink and see just what he'd pulled out of
Harry's jeans.
He unfolded the letter and began reading,
Dearest Remus,
I doubt I'll ever have the nerve to give you this letter, nor to confess
my feelings for you in person. I've found writing to be the easiest method of
expressing my self, and so I've chosen to write you a letter confessing how I
truly feel for you.
Sirius spat out his drink, as he read the last line he fhe first paragraph.
"Oh bloody hell." He debated with himself if he should continue
reading it, or just place it upon Harry's dresser. Curiosity getting the better
of him, he began reading the second paragraph.
I have learned a lot from you over the past year, and you've been one
hell of a substitute for Sirius. In certain situations, you've reacted better
than he ever would have. Like when I confirmed I was gay. I doubt Sirius would
have been so calm and so understanding.
"He knows damn well I'm gay. Wonder why he wrote that?" Sirius
questioned himself and then realized Harry didn't know until about a year
later. Remus had told him of the conversation he had with Harry. He felt so bad
for Sirius not being able to ith ith him that he put all of his memories that
concerned Harry into a Pensieve and let Sirius have a look.
The training has been wonderful and I know I can withstand anything that
I'm up against. You're a wonderful teacher, and don't
let anyone tell you otherwise. We wouldn't be as prepared as we are even if the
Dark Lord himself had been teaching us.
"Well that's not so bad." Sirius took another drink and finished
reading the letter.
I know I'll never have a chance with you, but I believe I've fallen for
you. I don't even know how you feel about me, or how you feel about men. I've
never seen you with anyone, but that doesn't mean you're not attached. You keep
to yourself very privately and so I'm going out on a limb here. If I ever
muster up enough courage to give you this letter, I hope you will reciprocate
my feelings. If not, I do understand and I'll never bring this up again.
You're a terrific man, and I can tell you'd be one hell of a lover. The
little way you worry your lip when you're confused or concentrating hard drives
me mad. The way your hands flow freely when you're
discussing something important; and the flecks of gold that appear in your eyes
when you're excited turn me on. I love the way your voice sounds when you talk
to me privately and often that voice has brought me to a roaring climax late at
night in my bed. Perhaps it’s unethical for me to feel this way about
you, but I cannot help myself. You're a very desirable man, and *oh Merlin* how
I desire you.
"Wow, that's fucking brilliant, he's asse eve every little detail that
has made *ME* fall in love with Moony. God I hope his feelings have changed,
because if they haven't I have no fucking idea how to deal with that one."
The letter ended there, and as soon as Sirius finished cursing
the Gods for letting him discover the letter, the desirable sexy werewolf
knocked on the door.
~TBC~
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