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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 3: Cold Beginnings
Sirius wrinkled his forehead in confusion as he read the rest of the letter that his ex girlfriend had wrote to him. He hadn't finished it earlier as he had been too shocked with the paragraph; 'It's only for temporarily, but I need you to take him for me. I need you to take our son and keep him happy until I can come back and get him. My life has become too harsh for a four year old to handle. He should not have to witness this.'
Audrey didn't explain what 'this' meant, which Sirius found a bit strange. Had she intentionally kept that specific detail from him?
The letter went on to explain Andrew's favorite foods and such things, also listing down the fact that the kid was allergic to grapes, pointedly adding in underlined text that that also meant raisins. Sirius rolled his eyes to this. Audrey always had considered him somewhat of an idiot.
The thing that confused him though was that after she had left, she had went and converted her life to live with the Muggles. Why would she do something so drastic? Audrey had come from a respectable wizard family who were not quite pureblood, but close to it. At first, Sirius and her hated each other, because Audrey was the typical Slytherin- if you weren't one of them, you were automatically declared an enemy. That changed when Audrey and him got stuck studying together as an assigned detention from Professor McGonagall. Audrey had slipped up that she would had much rather been sorted into Ravenclaw. When Sirius had curiously asked why she didn't ask for it like he had done for his Gryffindor sorting, her reply was a sad shrug. It was at that point he then realized the pressure of her family had been similar to what his own family had done to him; he just had the guts to give the finger to his, where she had not.
"So, this is all an act then? You don't really hate the Gryffindors?" He had asked.
"You can't tell no one!" She gasped, truly horrified with the idea that he would share her secret.
"Relax. I won't tell anyone." Sirius assured her.
She had shocked him then by leaning over to him and wrapping her arms around Sirius into a hug. "Thank you." She had whispered. Sirius could tell by her shaky voice that she had been trying not to cry.
He had cleared his throat uneasily. "No problem. I know exactly how it feels to be raised by Slytherins." Then he had placed his hand on her back to comfort her.
From that day on, their relationship changed. Outwardly, they made sure to express a hate for each other, so no one would suspect them. In private- whenever they could-, they would hide away to study or talk; they had formed a strong forbidden friendship.
After graduation, the two began to unofficially date, and finally they had decided to step it up further with a real steady relationship.
In the winter of 1980, Sirius and Audrey went their separate ways on good terms, there wasn't a big fight or anything, but Audrey wanted more; marriage. That was something Sirius didn't want to commit to. He understood her needs and wants though, and allowed her to continue on with her life. They had exchanged a few letters the first year after their breakup, but had grown apart since then. This letter was the first he had heard from her in fours years.
But why go to the Muggles? The Gradys hadn't disowned Audrey like the Blacks had with Sirius. After all, Sirius was pureblood and in the Gradys eyes he was a step up for their daughter. Sirius had only put up with their arrogance for Audrey, but in reality, he would have loved to rip their heads off; all seven of Audrey's relatives. She had two brothers, a sister, an uncle, a grandmother, and her parents and every one of them were pureblood, preaching Slytherins.
Thankfully, most of them had moved away. They did this mostly so they could find a more suitable school for their precious heirs, finding Hogwarts 'too lininent' on muggleborns.
Sirius sighed and set the letter down on the table. He rubbed his eyes in frustration. That very much explained why Andrew didn't know what a Galleon was. It may also explain the kid's quietness. He wasn't used to this world at all. Flooing must have scared the life out of him. And Kreacher... Well, actually, surprisingly enough, Kreacher hadn't bothered Andrew at all. He was already braver than his father.
Sirius looked at Remus helplessly. His boyfriend smiled encouragingly at him. A tiny pile of Wizard money sat between him and Andrew. Remus had been showing him what Knuts, Sickles, and Galleons were, while also explaining their conversion rate to pounds. Remus had earned a shy smile from the boy as he softly spoke to him.
Andrew was now fiddling with the coins with heavy interest, studying each one.
"Audrey says we should expect an owl tomorrow morning with some of Andrew's belongings. Until then, I need to make sure he is comfortable."
"There are clean bed dressings in one of the spare rooms' closet, and enough empty rooms to house an army." Remus informed him. "He should be on the same floor as our room is, but I am sure he would very much enjoy the task of picking out his own room."
"That's a good idea, Mooney."
"How about it, Andrew?" Remus smiled charmingly. The same smile that had won Sirius' heart over. "Would you like to choose your own room?"
Andrew was still playing with the money. He looked up briefly with his silvery wide eyes before reverting his attention back to the coins.
"Andrew, you do understand what's going on, don't you?" Sirius could only imagine what this boy was going through. Yanked from the life you found normal and whisked away into what Muggles would consider a land of make believe. Not to mention, being forced to live with two strange men, without anyone you knew to comfort you.
Andrew reacted like Sirius had said nothing to him. Sirius pursed his lips in annoyance. At only four, his own son had mastered the art of ignoring someone.
"Give him time, Paddy." Remus said gently. "He's only just met us."
"I bet he spoke to Dumbledore, though." Sirius muttered.
"Anyone would speak with Albus. Even the birds go to him for comfort."
"Audrey raised Andrew as a muggle, how am I supposed to handle this?"
Remus stood up and walked around the table to stand behind Sirius. He placed a hand on each of Sirius' shoulders. "We will handle this together, Sirius. I will help you and so will the rest of your friends. Albus was right, James and Lily know plenty about child raising. The Weasleys are also helpful people and they have seven kids." Remus draped his arms around Sirius' neck. "I don't think you should be worrying half as much as you are, dear."
"I just don't want to screw this up."
"And because of that very reason, you won't."
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They were upstairs following Andrew around at a fair distance away since he didn't trust them just yet. Remus and Sirius watched hand in hand as the kid quietly examined every room on the second floor to find which he deemed the best one. Some rooms, for whatever reason, he spent more time in than others, checking nearly every inch of them. Under the beds. In each drawer of the dressers and the trunks. He looked in the closets and even behind the doors.
"Is he curious or just nosy?" Sirius whispered after the third room that Andrew did had done this in.
"He's four." Remus said. "It's mostly curiosity."
"But partially because he's nosy?"
Remus tilted his head and grinned. "He does come from a bloodline of Slytherins."
"Not funny." grumbled Sirius.
Andrew sat on a bed and slightly bounced on it with a grin.
"So is this your choice, Andrew?" Remus asked.
Andrew nodded, making his first actual interaction with the two wizards.
It was not surprising why this was his choice. The dark blue carpet was soft and fluffy. The walls were painted with two tones of blue; the border color matching the carpet's, while the main color was lighter to allow a brightness. There was a large bay window that was closed off with set of luxorius curtains. After a quick thought, Remus pointed his wand to the window, casting a child proof lock on it.
"The smurf has found his lair." Sirius announced.
"He blends well in here." Remus noted, thoughtfully.
"That he does."
Remus then went into the walkin closet and took out a set of fresh bed dressings so they could change the old ones.
"You're all set, little man." Remus said once he and Sirius were finished making the bed.
Kreacher came in then. He gave Andrew a dirty look before snatching up the old bed dressings. "Disrespectful master who brings in filthy mudbloods into Kreacher's mistress' home." He muttered on his way out.
Remus frowned at Sirius who looked about ready to pop his top. Sirius stalked out of the room to give that house elf a good talking to.
"Alright you!" He growled in the hallway, pointing a finger at him.
"What does the master want of Kreacher this time?"
"That child in there is my son and you will respect him!"
"Of course the master would breed with a mudblood, Kreacher would expect no different. Master was always a disappointment to Kreacher's mistress. Kreacher tried healing her broken heart many times over, but Mistress was too sad."
"Not that it matters at all, but that boy barely has a drop of muggleborn in him!" snapped Sirius.
Kreacher turned on him and walked away, laundry still in his arms. "His education says differently, master."
Sirius hurried to catch up to him. "You treat him nice, Kreacher, I order it!" He towered over the house elf, backing him up against a wall.
"Of course, Master. Kreacher lives to serve the house of Black."
"If he needs anything, you're to get it for him." Sirius told him.
Kreacher nodded. "Whatever Master wants, sir."
"Sirius..." Remus came up behind him. "Unless you wish for Kreacher to be freed. make sure he understands that Andrew is not a master."
"Oh, yeah, good thinking." Kreacher would easily trick the kid into freeing him; he's a conniving, little git. "Kreacher, Andrew is not your master, you are to treat him as you would a favored guest, understand?"
"Young Andrew is Master's favoured guest." Kreacher muttered back. "Yes, Kreacher will get back to work now."
"Thank you, Kreacher." Remus said with a smile.
Kreacher slumped off, grumbling to himself.
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