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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor the characters, and I do not make any money doing this.

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loisa: Same here. Plus, I think the constant barrage of happiness would get to him, lol. And I don't see him being cruel to the house elves.

Chapter 22: A Boy and His Friend
"What kind of invalid are you?!" Ted demanded, standing above Andrew who was helplessly tying his trainer laces in ugly knots. "Langston! Get in here!"
In no time, Langston appeared and gave his father a blank look. "Yes, Dad?"
Ted kicked a trainer toward Langston, who ducked as it went flying by his head. It hit the wall behind him and fell with a quiet thud. Andrew whimpered where he sat on the floor, looking up at Ted fearfully, paused in his tying.
Wordlessly, Langston retrieved the trainer and walked to Andrew, handing it back to him.
"I told you to teach him how to tie his laces! How hard is that to understand?!" Ted growled.
"Not hard." Langston told him softly before bending down toward Andrew. With demonstration, he said the poem his father taught him to say to Andrew.
"I know he's pretty thick, but I can't help to think you're not trying hard enough with him." Ted continued, kicking at Langston's leg.
"Nope." Langston said quickly with a grunt. "I'll do better." He promised without looking at his father.
"Good, because if he hasn't learned it by the end of this week, the both of you definitely will have a lesson taught to you!"
Ted snatched his keys off the kitchen counter, then stormed out of the house to go to work. His car could be heard blaring down the drive path as the two boys involved themselves with their task.
Andrew's pet, Tweeters came flying in, landing on the boy's knee, singing encouragingly to him.
"Tweeters says you can do it." Langston whispered, slightly smiling at the tear stained four year old.
* / *

Andrew lay on the floor in his room, glancing up to admire his newly painted bedroom walls. Remus' charmed lights strung along the border of it, a lighter shade than the wall.
Tweeters chirped for his attention. He smiled at his canary and moved his toad to get kinged. "Croak me!" He giggled.
The bird, smart as she was, took a crown from the side of the board with her beak and placed it on Andrew's king.
"Thanks."
Tweeters moved her own toad now, causing three of Andrew's pieces to be captured. He gasped. "How did you do that?!"
Her reply was a chirp. Andrew reached across the board to scratch her head affectionately. "You're so smart!" He laughed.
Tweeters flew up, landing on his shoulder to prune the roots of his hair behind his ear.
Andrew giggled. "That tickles!" He tilted his head lightly, entrapping her for a moment before lifting his head back up. "I love you, Tweeters." He took her into his hands and kissed the top of her soft, fluffy head.
"Whatcha playing, Smurf?" Daddy came in, his hair was damp from the shower he just had finished.
"Toad Squares! Tweeters is winning."
"Tweeters can't play, she just a bird." Daddy told him, sitting on the floor, to take over Tweeter's place. He crossed his legs, eyeing the board strategically.
"She can!" Andrew cried, upset that Daddy thought Tweeters was 'just a bird'.
Daddy lifted his eyes to look at him. He frowned. "Alright then, she can." Daddy said.
"Tweeters is the smartest bird in the whole wide world!" Andrew defended his friend.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" He set his hand on Andrew's shoulder. "I didn't mean to insult Tweeters." He said sincerely.
Tweeters tweeted from the top of Andrew's head.
"She says you can play with me now." Andrew told his daddy.
Daddy raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I can, can I?" He wiggled his finger against Andrew's neck, tickling him, and causing the boy to burst into giggles.
Tweeters swooped off of Andrew's head, landing on his bed post to watch the two begin a tickling war.
"Paddy, dear, I do hate to interrupt." Remus came into the room, quickly hopping out of the way of the playing father and son, who were now rolled up in a pile, wrestling.
"What is it, Moony?" Daddy sat, taking Andrew into his lap, breathing heavily from their game.
"I have to leave now." He smiled down at them. "I doubt you'll have any issue with Andrew, love."
"We'll manage." Daddy set Andrew beside him and stood up to give Remus a lengthy kiss.
Remus giggled. "You're so naughty, Padfoot." He purred before exiting the room.
"I know what we can do!" Daddy said to Andrew. "How about... a broom ride!"
"Yay!" Andrew squealed, jumping up with excitement.
"Let's get your coat on." Daddy summoned it. "It's still a bit nippy out."
"Nippy?" His son asked, slipping a hand into the coat that Daddy held out for him.
Daddy chuckled. "It's just a bit cold still. But summer is on its way!"
"And my birthday is only three days away!" Andrew said, his silver eyes lighting up excitedly.
"And we'll have the biggest party ever! Five is a big number, you know." Daddy told him as they walked out of the house.
"Yes, and I'll be a very big boy!"
It wasn't as cold as Daddy had said it was, but Daddy insisted he still wore his coat even though Andrew complained about being hot.
"If you take it off, we'll go right back inside." Daddy told him sternly.
Andrew wanted to ride his broom. "Kay, I'll keep it on then."
"I thought you would, son." Daddy laughed, mounting his broom, watching Andrew closely as he got on his own broom.
"Can't I go thirty feet up, Daddy?"
"Maybe on your birthday. When you're a bigger boy." Daddy winked. "Go on then." He waved his hand, telling Andrew to kick off. "I'll follow you."
Andrew kicked the ground and his broom raced up to his twenty feet limit. He couldn't wait until he was five, he would go higher then!
He did the tricks Daddy had taught him days ago, like looping upside side down, and figure eights. Then they played Keeper and the Chaser. Daddy sent a soft, squishy quaffle to him, and Andrew, the Keeper, was supposed to block it from passing him.
"Good job!" Daddy praised when he had blocked a quarter of the tosses. "You may be a keeper at Hogwarts one day, kid."
Andrew couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts, all the real wizards went there, and he wanted to be a real wizard. Just like Daddy and Remus.
* / *

That night at dinner, a wave of sadness suddenly had flooded over Andrew's mood. He quietly picked at his roast beef, absorbed in his thoughts. When he sniffed from a running nose, both Remus and Daddy turned their attention onto him.
"What's wrong?" Remus was the first to ask.
"Are you crying?"
Andrew propped an elbow on the table, and set his head into it. "I'm just sad."
"Why are you sad?" Daddy asked.
"I miss Langston." He told them. "Langston said he was going to be my brother." Tears welled up into his eyes. "He sweared it! But I think it's not true!"
"Your Mummy was going to marry Ted?" Remus asked, carefully avoiding Sirius' eyes.
"Langston said so. Langston said Ted wouldn't hurt him anymore if Mummy was around." A few of his tears dripped from his eyes. "Can't Langston come and live here too?"
Remus cleared his throat uneasily. Sirius wasn't sure what to say. The two wizards fought with their facial expressions, each telling the other to answer the question.
"Daddy will answer that." Remus finally said, taking his empty plate to the sink.
"Thanks a lot, Remus!" Sirius snarled. His son looked at him innocently, waiting for an explanation. Sirius sighed. "Only Mummies and Daddies can take care of their children. Unless they can't can't take care of them."
"Langston needs a better daddy." Andrew said. "You should be his daddy."
"But I can't, Smurf." Sirius said, refraining from showing his anger about the man that Andrew had been forced to live with.
"I want to see him, Daddy." Andrew's eyes pleaded.
"We don't know where he lives, Andrew." Remus said from the sink, his back to him and his shoulders slumped.
"Well, Langston should come to my party!" Andrew hit his first against the table top with determination. "He's my friend!"
"Even if we did know where he was, your party is for wizards, Andrew. Langston isn't a wizard." Sirius told him.
Andrew pouted sadly. He still missed Langston, and he hoped he was okay.
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