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When There Is No War	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2 : Not Ready, Definitely Not Ready
When Sirius came to, he had three pairs of eyes staring at him. Remus sat next to Sirius, partially leaning over him. Remus' hand was placed atop of his chest and he wore a look of worry on his face. The child appeared heavily interested with the current events, closely watching him silently with wide eyes; his thumb hanging off the top set of his teeth. Dumbledore's lips curved into a small, barely noticeable smile. His eyes sparkling like a clear, starry night.
"Paddy, did you hit your head?" Remus asked, pressing around the back of Sirius' head in search for bumps.
"Ouch!" wailed Sirius. "Stop that! I'm fine." He rose up, slightly dazed from the sudden movement. "Did I really just faint like a worthless ninny?" He scowled.
"I did say the news would be quite shocking, but I had not expected such a dramatic reaction, Sirius." Albus answered with a chuckle.
"Hilarious." Sirius grumbled. "No, really, we should write a skit and submit it to the Muggle's local comedy club." He snapped with sarcasm.
"Sirius." Remus warned gently, gesturing to Andrew with a toss of his head.
Sirius sighed. He completely understood what Remus was trying to say. First impressions of people were the most important, and he didn't need his son thinking he was some sort of huge grump.
His son.
Sirius swallowed hard. He had a son. Wasn't he just telling Mooney this morning that he didn't want any children just yet. That he wasn't ready? It had been the number one thing they spoke about lately. Remus was ready for children. Sirius was not.
Sirius liked children. Okay, he loved children, especially his outgoing godson, Harry, but to be one hundred percent responsible for another human being didn't excite him in the slightest. Especially under his recent life change. A child raised by two men? The kid would get teased more than Snivelus had! And that's saying something!
Sirius raked his hand through his hair. "Uh... I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do..." his eyes shifted from the two wizards to the boy and back again.
"Kreacher, could you assist me with something please?" Remus called out kindly.
Kreacher apparated with a CRACK! "What is it that Master Remus requests, sir?" He asked sullenly.
Sirius scoffed. Kreacher was his house elf, yet the prat of the creature obeyed Remus faster and better than him. He never liked that good for nothing house elf though. Two years ago, he had been "lucky" enough to inherent the house elf and the Noble and Ancient House of Black. Which was because his mother had died from the mourning of Sirius' father and younger brother, who each died from a horrible case of impitus.
Kreacher had always spied on Sirius when he was a kid, landing him an enormous amount of punishments lashed out by his mother. Eventually, Sirius had gotten into so much trouble that his mother actually permitted the elf to swat him with a ruler, like a misbehaving school boy. So, yeah, like hell he was going to 'respect' that blasted creature.
"This is Andrew," Remus introduced the boy. "Would you please set him up at the dinner table and get him a cup of juice while we talk?"
"Yes, Master, Kreacher will. Come, young Andrew." Kreacher held out his hand to Andrew who had yet to make a sound. Sirius could hardly believe his eyes, Kreacher had never been so kind to him.
"He wont hurt you, Andrew." Remus said gently to the hesitant boy.
"Kreacher is sure there is a biscuit for young Andrew." Kreacher bribed skillfully, causing Andrew to grin between his thumb sucking.
As Kreacher led Andrew away, Remus laughed.
"What's so funny?" Sirius asked.
"I already see a resemblance." Remus told him.
Sirius rolled his eyes. "I was never that desperate for a snack. Not to follow Kreacher blindly into a place I had never ventured in!"
"It's a good thing Kreacher doesn't know he's yours yet then." Remus teased.
"Oh, Merlin!" Sirius gasped. "Kreacher, I order you not to harm that child!" There, that should cover that.
"You're hopeless." Remus said rolling his eyes.
Albus cleared his throat. "Forgive me for interrupting, but I do not have all day to stand here and witness your inadvertent flirting." His spoke up kindly.
"Sorry." The two said in unison.
"The letter says you will need to keep your son here until Miss Grady is available to take the child back, Sirius. She claims six months is all that she needs."
"I don't know a thing about raising kids." Sirius sighed with exasperation.
"Fortunately for you, you have a pair of best friends who do. And I am certain that the Weasleys wouldn't hesitant to spare you some advice."
"Must I do this, sir? Doesn't he have grandparents? Aunts, uncles, or something?"
"He has a father." Albus told him seriously. "A father who has been absent for almost five years of his life."
"To no fault of my own!" Sirius snapped.
"Sirius." Remus placed his hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing it.
"Your son has no where else to go for the time being. At this moment, he is your responsibility. Congratulations on your new found parenthood, my boy! Now I must get back to Hogwarts. Good day, gentlemen." he stepped back into the fireplace to leave.
"Dumbledore! Please!" Sirius begged.
What the hell was am I going to do with a kid? He often played with Harry, but it was not like had raised him. Hell, he had never even babysat the kid! He was Harry's godfather, not his caretaker. He was like an adoptive uncle; Teach the kid a trick, and give the kid sweets and gifts. In other words- spoil him rotten.
But he couldn't do that with his own kid. He'd have to actually lay down laws. Clean up after him. Put him to bed and read him stories. All of which Remus literally dreamed about doing. Sirius didn't want to do that much work though. Seriously, cleaning? He's seen what can come out of those kids. Snot and drool. And those were the more milder substances. That was just the beginning. He saw what James and Lily had to do. Their lives were centered around Harry. They couldn't just go off for a broom ride anytime they wanted. To them, the World revolved around Harry Potter.
No thanks.
Sirius wasn't ready for that commitment. He liked being childless, and if he wanted to see any, he could go to the Potters' or the Weasleys. There were plenty of kids in his life.
"He likes the color blue." Albus simply said. The green flame then absorbed the old wizard, and a moment later, he was gone.
"As if that wasn't obvious!" Sirius spat, glaring at the fireplace. "He practically looks like a Smurf!"
"What's a Smurf, Sirius?"
"It's a muggle fiction specie that airs on the a device they call 'the telly'." Sirius supplied.
"Shall we go see how he's doing?" Remus asked. Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed Sirius' hand and lead the way to the dining area. They stopped outside of the room once they heard a voice talking.
Sirius was about to say something but Remus quickly covered his mouth.
Kreacher and Andrew sat at the table, each with a goblet of juice.
"Kreacher didn't see much of Kreacher's own mother either." Kreacher said. "House elves get separated very early in life."
"Why?" It was the first time that Sirius had heard his son speak. It was a quiet, quivering, whiny voice, like the boy had been recently been crying or something.
"House elves sell for very high amounts of galleons."
"What's a galleon?" Andrew sipped his drink loudly.
"Young Andrew does not know what a galleon is!?" Kreacher gasped. "Young Andrew must be a mudblood!"
Sirius felt his temperature raise. How dare that creature use such language in front of his boy!
"What-"
"I told you a thousand times not to use that word in this house!" Sirius shouted.
Andrew jumped a mile in his seat. His thumb returned to his mouth and he eyed Sirius frightfully.
"You're going to have to learn to control your outbursts, Sirius." Remus said gently and went to try and comfort Andrew.
"Real children of wizards would know about wizard currency, young Andrew must be a mudblood. Kreacher's Mistress would love to here this! The wretched master allowing filth in Mistress' home? The nerve!" Kreacher disapparated to the next floor no doubt to alert his mistress.
Sirius scowled. "I have nerve? I ought to hex that prickhole."
Remus cleared his throat, sending him a look.
"Don't repeat that." Sirius said instantly, speaking to Andrew for the first time.
"MUDBLOOD CHILD IN MY HOUSE!?"
Sirius bolted in a dead run to cover up his mother's portrait with the canvas that was used to keep her wretched mouth quiet. The other paintings of the Black ancestors chimed in on her bitching.
"You disgraceful little shit!" She spat when she seen him. "How dare you contaminate this house!"
"Shut your trap, hag!" He growled, covering her back up. "Kreacher."
"The ungrateful master has called for Kreacher. Oh, but the master does not deserve Kreacher's services. The master is no longer a true Black member."
"How untrue those words are, since you must still do what I say, you prat." Sirius sneered to the house elf.
"What is it the master requests?" Kreacher matched his sneer.
"Uncover this painting again, and I'll hex you a good one!"
When Sirius returned to Remus and Andrew, he saw them seated together. Remus was trying to coax the boy to say something but to no avail.
Sirius scratched his head nervously. "Uh, sorry about that, Andrew."
Andrew made no effort to reply.
Sirius grit his teeth in annoyance. His kid was willing to talk to a name calling, grousing house elf, but refused to talk to him.
He wouldn't even talk to Remus, who was the nicest man Sirius knew of! The man that children flocked to!
He sighed, what a mess he was in. He had to prove to this little boy that he was not the toad he appeared to be. Sirius would consider himself lucky if his kid hadn't inherit his hot temper.
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