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10 Steps to Remus	By : SylverIce2 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 3008 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�� Sirius plotted his Moony-assault as carefully
as he had ever planned anything.� His
first step was to spend a lot of time being helpful: moving boxes, stocking
shelves, making dinners.� And over the
three months he spent in 'Stage One', Remus began to relax, to lose the worried
frown and joke a little more.

�� Dumbledore arranged for them to have
Harry for the day on his second birthday.�
They Apparated into Arabella Figg's garden and walked up the street to
collect the toddler.

�� They took him for a picnic lunch,
and then to the playground, where Sirius became Padfoot and romped with the
little boy.� Harry's presents included a
stuffed toy dog that Remus had found in a Muggle store that looked just like
Padfoot.� After they dropped the
exhausted boy off at the Dursleys', Sirius took Remus out to dinner.

�� A week later, he convinced Remus to
go to the Muggle cinema, and slowly, Friday night became their night for dinner
and a film.�

��

�� Five months after that, flowers
began being delivered to the bookstore.��
Remus would sigh, and tell him that the bouquets weren't necessary, but
sometimes Sirius would catch him with an odd half-smile on his face and a soft
look in his eyes, as he gazed at the roses.

�� The Muggle ladies who came in
looking for novels would giggle and smile at the two men.� When they�d ask, no matter what Remus was
doing, or where he was in the store, Sirius always knew.� And when the dark-haired man wasn't paying
attention, Remus would watch him with confused eyes.

�� Christmas day was spent with Harry,
snowball fights, and hot cocoa.� And as
winter passed into spring, Sirius began leaving real presents for his reluctant
boyfriend.

�� Remus would find gifts everywhere �
new clothing folded into his laundry, rare books stacked on his armchair,
take-out lunches delivered to the shop.�
And he would sigh, and tell Sirius it wasn't necessary, but still his
eyes would light up with pleased surprise every time he found something new.

�� Sirius began touching Remus more; a
hand on his shoulder or waist, a brush of fingers through hair, the soft caress
of his body against Remus' as they passed in the stacks.

�� Two months after he got Remus
accustomed to being touched, he added in kisses.� The first time he caught the brown-haired man coming out of the
kitchen and pressed a kiss to his soft lips, Remus froze in surprise.� Sirius didn�t push, simply smiled and asked
what was for dinner, and the werewolf shook himself out of his shock to
answer.� But he spent the entirety of
the meal darting little glances at his friend, and would jump whenever Sirius
was too close.

�� It took the wizard another month to
catch his quarry off guard again, but after that battle, Remus stopped
flinching every time Sirius came close.

�� Two more months, and Remus would
even step into the soft kisses, so long as Sirius made the first move.

�� Harry's third birthday followed the
same routine his second had followed.�
And it was walking back to Arabella Figg's garden that Remus shyly
reached for Sirius' hand � Sirius nearly tackled him with glee, only just
barely restraining himself to a wide grin and the brush of his lips on his
Moony's knuckles.

�� Things continued on much the same
until Christmas, when Harry began to use their names and cuddle with them,
instead of merely child-babbling to his stuffed Padfoot.� It was snowing as they walked the sleeping
child back to the Dursleys, his weight heavy in Remus' arms.

�� Sirius had his hands in his pockets,
watching Remus and the baby at his side.�
He was warm, despite the chill of the air.� Remus stopped, shifting the baby's weight, and Sirius plucked the
boy from his arms.� As Harry cuddled
into Sirius' neck, Remus leaned over the sleeping boy and pressed a gentle kiss
to the AniMagus' lips.

�� They stared at one another for a
long moment, and then hurried on without a word, letting the snow soak up
everything they weren't prepared to say.

��

�� That spring, Sirius was able to
progress into cuddling on the couch together, and managed to work up to mild
make-out sessions just as Harry turned four.�
That birthday was filled with semi-uncomfortable questions from
the child about why he spent birthdays and Christmas with them, and were they
married like Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, and what did Uncle mean when he
called Sirius and Remus �those people�?�
Sirius stumbled verbally for answers, but Remus just smiled and answered
that they were Harry's godfathers, and no, they weren't married, and that Uncle
Vernon didn't like anyone who wasn't a middle-aged businessman.

�� At Christmas, Sirius presented Remus
with a simple platinum band engraved with tiny pawprints.

�� On Valentine's day, Remus gave
Sirius a silver band with the Latin for 'mischief managed' engraved on the
inside.� The outside had tiny crescent
moons.

�� When Harry came to live with them on
his fifth birthday, Sirius crawled into Remus' bed for comfort after their
first full day of being daddies.� Remus�
smile was the same smile that he�d always worn when they were in school, and
Sirius would creep through his bed curtains looking miserable.� They fell asleep curled up as they had years
before, when everything was much simpler.

At three in the morning, a distraught child came whimpering into the
room, and Remus sleepily lifted him into the bed to sleep between them.

�� Slowly, more and more nights were
spent with Sirius sneaking into Remus' room, until finally they juggled
furniture and moved into the master bedroom together.

�� Remus enrolled Harry in the local
Muggle elementary school, so that he would have a better understanding of both
worlds than Sirius did.� Every morning
Remus would walk Harry to school while Sirius opened the bookstore.� Harry made friends easily, and Remus would
often be able to arrange play-dates for the boy after school, so that they
could keep the bookstore open without having a five-year-old running about.

�� It was after Harry had been in
school for a few weeks when he began to ask questions about where his parents
were, and why he was living with Sirius and Remus.� All of his friends lived with a mum and dad, or just one or the
other, and the realization that his situation was different was
beginning to dawn on the little boy.�

Sirius tried to explain, but found that he was alternately becoming
angry or sad, and had to leave the explanations to Remus, who was better able
to answer without emotion choking him.�
The patient werewolf�s answers would appease the boy for a little while,
but finally, one night, Harry's frustration with his abnormal living situation
exploded.

�� Why?� Why do I have to live with two godfathers?� I don't understand why I can't have a mum
and dad like everyone else!� Why are you
two together like this?� Because you
have to?� Because of me?�� Harry's five and a half-year-old mind
couldn't wrap around being so different, and tears were beginning to well up in
his deep green eyes.� Remus pulled the boy
into his lap as Sirius knelt in front of them.

�� Why do we love one another?� Is that what you're really asking,
Harry?�� The little boy nodded and
shrugged.� Before Remus could find an
answer, his lover did.

�� Love doesn't ask questions.� Love needs no excuses or permissions.� Love simply is, and it's up to us to
be worthy of it.� We must make the
decision to work at Love, to cherish its gift and nurture its promises � or not
to.

�� Love sees nothing but souls, your
inner heart, and chooses where to bloom based on only that.� It is the greatest, most precious gift in
the world, and should be embraced with everything you are, because if you doubt
Love, terrible things can happen.��
Sirius' silver eyes moved away from the child's serious expression to
meet Remus' amber gaze.� Tears were
spilling down the werewolf's cheeks.�
�Moony!�� The AniMagus reached up
and wiped the moisture away, a worried frown creasing his forehead.

�� Uncle Remus, are you all
right?�� Harry twirled around to look
up. Remus smiled reassuringly at both of them.

�� I'm fine.� It's just...I didn't realize you had a speech like that in you,
Padfoot.�

�� It's only because you finally said
yes.� You taught me, Remus Lupin, you
and no one else.�� They stared at one
another until Harry grew impatient and squirmed.

�� Does that answer your
question?�� Remus let the boy slide out
of his lap.

�� Sort of.�� Sirius stopped Harry with a hug.

�� We're a family, m'boy, no matter
what anyone says about us.� We all wish
your parents were alive, and able to be here, Merlin knows that.� But we have to carry on the best we can
without them.�

�� But what do I tell the other
kids?�� Harry shrugged and headed off to
play, not really expecting an answer.��
The adults were left to sigh over the problem as they snuggled in front
of the fire.

�� The solution came with Parent's Day.

�� Harry had excitedly carried news
home of the event, begging them to both come, to see his school and meet his
teacher.

�� With his usual enthusiasm, Sirius
announced that they would close the shop for the occasion, so both could
attend.� Remus quietly tried to convince
Harry and Sirius that it would be better if only one went, but neither
listened.� The werewolf sighed, knowing
that with both settled on the issue, his arguments would be wasted.

�� And so the three of them went to
school.� Harry had asked Remus to talk
about the bookstore for the career portion, and that went smoothly, Sirius
lurking in the back of the classroom watching.

�� When everyone was mingling,
discussing the curriculum and admiring the work on the walls, Harry's friends
began to bring their parents over.�
Remus had met most of the parents, when he was dropping off or picking
up Harry from their houses, but Sirius hadn�t.�
And as Harry introduced the two men as �my godfathers, Remus Lupin and
Sirius Black,� the Muggle parents would give horrified double-takes at the two
men, their apparent sharing of custody, and their rings, and jump to a
conclusion that was both correct and incorrect, and hurry their child away.

�� Sirius began to look more and more
upset, until Remus finally took him aside.�
�Padfoot, this is what I tried to warn you about.� The Muggles have an even lower opinion of
what we are than the wizarding world.�

�� The dark-haired Animagus was silent
for a moment.� �It's going to cause
trouble for Harry, isn't it?�

�� Probably.�� Pausing, a thought formed, and Remus began
to grin, a widely crooked grin Sirius hadn't seen since they graduated
Hogwarts.� That expression, mischief
breaking through iron-willed discipline, always foretold an amazingly
interesting idea.� Somehow, Sirius knew,
this particular idea wasn't one he was going to like.� �You could always spell yourself into a
woman, and I could memory charm people.�

�� No!�� Dark silver eyes opened wide with horror.

�� It could be a great prank.� Just think�It�s a difficult transfiguration,
and you�d be fooling dozens of Muggles with it.�� The werewolf's tone was mischievous, and Sirius began to grin in
spite of his misgivings.

�� That's true.� But still -�

�� And you're so much better at
Transfiguration than I am, Mr. Padfoot AniMagus.�� Remus' tone had turned wheedling, and Sirius' grin took on a
flattered smirk.� He pulled his wand
out.�

�� I suppose that it should be done
properly, if it has to be done at all.��
He cast the spell, his clothes filling out in entirely new ways, and his
features smoothing out a bit more delicately.

�� All right, Siri, let's go memory
charm some Muggles.�� Remus took the
�woman's� hand, and they plunged back into the fray.

�� While Sirius snatched Harry from his
activity and explained to the boy how to properly introduce them, Remus cast
some wand-less memory charms to make the Muggles remember �Siri Lupin� instead
of �Sirius Black�.

�� They finished the day out and headed
home, Harry giggling most of the way at his �godmother�.

�� Over dinner, Harry asked the
question they'd been dreading.� �But why
can't Sirius stay Sirius?� Do the
Muggles not like him?�

�� Remus hid his smile at the desperate
glance Sirius sent to him.� Setting his
fork down, he tried to explain in a way the five-and-a-half-year-old could
understand.� �Harry, sometimes people
don't like anyone who is different.�
Because Sirius and I live together, and are raising you together, some
people think we're strange � not 'normal'.�
You've noticed that yourself � your Uncle Vernon is like that,
remember?� And because people don't like
things they don't see as 'normal', they don't like us being two men raising a
little boy.� This is the best solution,
because we don't want to take you out of school.� It's good for you to learn how to live without magic.��

�� It's not the best solution, me
going girl, but it'll do while you're at the Muggle school.� When you're at Hogwarts, we'll go back to
normal.� Well, normal for us, anyway,
and you can decide for yourself what to tell your friends.�� Sirius grinned and ruffled the boy's hair as
Harry nodded solemnly.

�� As Remus sat up in bed reading,
Sirius pulled on pajama pants and grumbled.�
�Why do I have to be the wife?��
The excitement of it being a prank, and the flattery, had worn off, and
now Sirius was realizing that he'd committed to being a woman any time he had
to take Harry to school, or do anything involving the little boy's friends.

�� The werewolf raised an eyebrow as he
tucked a bookmark in his novel.�
�Because none of those spells work on a werewolf.� Besides, you're much prettier than I would
be.�

�� Am I?�� Sirius crawled into bed and snuggled into Remus' side.

�� Of course.� All the fathers were jealous that you were
mine.�� He wrapped his arms around the
other man, pressing a kiss to his forehead.�
Sirius made a pleased noise as the lamplight dimmed into darkness.

�� The room was quiet, a Silencing
spell holding noise both out and in, a specialized alarm spell set to warn them
if Harry needed them.

�� Moony?�� The voice was velvet soft, and Remus murmured something
unintelligible in response.� �Can I
touch you?�

�� What?�� The other man was suddenly wide-awake.� Deft fingers were tracing a path over the scars on his chest, and
his heart beat a little faster.

�� Well, I was...you know, it's been
one thousand, five-hundred and eighty-two days, so I was rather hoping you
believed that I love you enough to let me finally have all of you.�

�� Oh.�� A beat of silence, and then �You were counting?�

�� Of course.� I had a whole plan.� And I'd like to finally implement Stage
Nine.�

�� Stage Nine?� How many stages are there?�� Another silence.� �You planned something?�

�� I'm hurt, Moony.� I can plan things when they involve
you.� And there are ten stages.� Stage Nine is finally getting to shag the
living daylights out of you.� Stage Ten
involves never letting you leave after I manage the shagging.�

�� Oh.�

�� That's all you have to say?� I tell you that I've been patiently waiting
for nearly eight years to shag you, and you say 'oh' like I just told
you where your missing sock was?�
Dammit, Moony -�

�� Okay.�

�� I just � what?�� Sirius faltered mid-tirade.� �Did you say okay?�� He didn't wait for an answer, just kissed
the other man, running his hands across scarred muscles and lean limbs.� As he trailed kisses across skin, Remus
sighed with pleasure, the werewolf's hands beginning to dance across Sirius'
smooth skin.

�� Hours later, when Sirius finally let
Remus fall asleep, both were smiling contentedly.� They woke up a little late, to Harry tapping on the door for
breakfast and an escort to school.

�� Sirius pressed a hand to Moony's
shoulder.� �I'll go today; you
sleep.� It's almost full moon
again.�� He pulled jeans and a Muggle
t-shirt on, casting the spell that made him look like a woman.

�� Remus curled up around Sirius'
pillow as the other man left the room, Harry's giggled �Good morning, Aunt
Siri� fading as the door swung shut.�
The werewolf fell back to sleep with a smile.� Maybe it isn't forever, but it's going to be good while it
lasts.
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