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Toonie\'s Love	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 50454 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 4

Stepping into the room he now shared with PJ, Sirius called out his godson's name—well, the name he had now. Hearing PJ answer from the bathroom, he then walked in that direction. As the door was open, Sirius assumed that he wouldn't be interrupting anything personal and poked his head in. Seeing PJ glance at him as he was finishing up shaving, Sirius leaned against the door jamb and looked at him, folding his arms over his chest, then sighed. “We have company for breakfast. Molly brought Ron and Ginny over. Hermione tagged along as well. They're here to check you out, no doubt, probably at Albus' insistence. We've gotten all kinds of owls this morning wondering what's going on.” As he said that, he glanced at his godson. Right now, PJ was in jeans that weren't zipped and socks with no shirt on yet. Groaning internally at what he saw, Sirius gave himself another mental swat upside the head to get his mind off the dirt track then said, “On the upside, though, we'll get a good breakfast. Molly is cooking that.”
Finishing up, PJ nodded as he toweled his face off. “Good. The elves are still working on the room and moving whatever, so they'll be busy. And I'm pants at cooking anything more than the basics,” PJ admitted with a grin before putting his aftershave on. Shaking his head, he said, “Don't worry, I'll handle it just fine. We'll have them convinced by the time we're done. If nothing else, they'll quickly learn I won't talk about some things.”
“We will,” Sirius nodded firmly. “Remus and I came up with a way to drive a couple of points home quickly. At least it'll satisfy part of their curiosity. Just go with the flow and it'll work out fine.” Grinning, Sirius added, “When you come down, still be putting your shirt on as you come into the kitchen. There's a reason for that, trust me.”
Chuckling, PJ tossed his towel into the hamper then asked, “Do I want to know why? Or should I just wait for the surprise?”
Grinning sheepishly, Sirius said, “It's a couple of them actually. Most know I go for the younger ones, though legal, and good looking. This'll drive that point home quickly. Plus, it'll get Ginny started so I can shut her down, fast. It won't end it, that I know, but I can start. That way you don't have to dodge her all the time when she's around because she's going to try with you.”
Laughing at that, PJ nodded, “Gotcha. Alright, I'll be putting my shirt on as I come in. Just give me a few more to finish up.”
Giving PJ directions to the kitchen, Sirius said, “Just keep it down around the painting and you're fine.”
“I will,” PJ assured him, skirting around him to go into the other room to find a shirt and his shoes.
Watching that nice arse, Sirius shook his head and gave another internal groan. Really, he needed to stop that shite and focus here! That night never happened and he did not need to dwell on it. Telling PJ he was headed downstairs, he walked out, reminding himself that he had changed PJ's diaper more than once when he was small. So he sure as hell did not need to keep thinking about how good that arse felt!

Walking into the kitchen, PJ chuckled internally as he tugged his t-shirt down over his head, making damned sure that he was mostly in the door as he did. Pulling it in place, he looked around and nodded to those that he remembered from so long ago, what seemed almost another life to him, amazed by how much they changed. Instead of dwelling on that, he walked over and sat down on the bench by Sirius. Taking a cup of tea from his godfather, he started doctoring it up the way he wanted, making a mental note to make damned sure that one his elves got him some coffee. Tea was fine, it was. After all, he was British and adored tea. He was now just used to drinking coffee for breakfast, something that got him moving and focused better. After a bracing first drink, he looked around, wondering how to kick this off. As he did that, though, he gave an internal chuckle at the look on the face of the person he knew had to be Ginny. It was an almost wide-eyed, stunned thing. That was hilarious!
Laughing, internally, at the stunned look on Ginny's face, Sirius put a hand on PJ's back and said, looking around, “This is PJ Broadmoor. He's the one I moved in. It's nothing to worry about, I swear. Remus and I have known him for a long time.” Looking at his godson, he then began to make introductions, though he was sure PJ knew who was who.
Nodding to those around, PJ then spied Poe walking around the table, muttering to himself. Sighing and shaking his head at what he knew was coming with the raven, he was about to launch in when Sirius stopped him.
Chuckling and grinning, Sirius nudged his godson then said, “We were going to try to get the mail from Poe, but thought he might try to eat us or something if we did. Every time we reached for it, he would hiss and click his beak. We then thought, maybe, we should feed him first then try, but weren't sure what he eats.”
“The blood and flesh of a recently scarified virgin is his normal breakfast,” PJ told him dryly, shaking his head as he looked at the bird. “And don't try to get the mail away from him. Only I can manage that. You know how some post owls get strange about people and the mail?” Seeing nods at that, PJ snorted, “They look completely sane compared to Poe. When I get the mail away from him, I'll show you how to feed him. He doesn't mean to bite, he just gets overly enthused about food and tends to nip. As sharp as his beak is, he can do some serious damage. And he'll eat anything, he doesn't care what it is. He's a complete and utter garbage gut.” Looking at the bird, who was walking back and forth muttering the words 'rapping' and 'tapping', he sighed then asked the bird, “Can I have my mail now, Poe?”
Looking at PJ, cocking a head to the side, the raven seemed to ponder that. After a couple of moments, he lifted one wing then shook his tail feathers. Lifting the other wing, he shook his tail feathers again before launching in to some kind of bizarre movements that seemed to resemble a jerky dance.
Watching the bird, PJ groaned then shook his head, reaching up and running a hand through his still wet hair, making it stick up slightly. Knowing that it didn't do any good to press the bird to give him his mail once this started, he sipped at his tea and waited.
Chuckling loudly at what the bird was doing, Sirius asked, “Is this normal? And what the hell is it?”
“I call it the demented demon bird mail dance,” PJ told him dryly, watching the bird move back and forth across the table. “And it's normal. He does this every bloody morning when he gets the mail from my post box. In fact, it gets longer and more elaborate each day.”
“It is amusing,” Remus said with a smile, watching the bird.
“Yeah, for you lot. It isn't when you have to put up with it every bloody morning before you can get your mail.” PJ snorted as he watched the bird making another trek down the table away from him doing some kind of strange almost ritualistic movements with his wings.
“Isn't it rather cliché to name him after Edgar Allen Poe?” Hermione asked, watching the bird, not sure what to make of this or PJ yet. She assumed that before they left, she would have a better feel for the situation and what to report to Albus. Not to mention a place to start digging so she could see if she could come up with some background on him.
Sighing as he watched the barmy bird that didn't seem even close to being done with his dance, PJ told her, “Normally, yes. Everyone does that, I know. I thought it fit though, what with how he claimed me.”
Seeing her about ask, he explained, “Just before my last year at uni, I was in Baltimore for something. While there, I took in a few of the Muggle tourist attractions. One of them was visiting Poe's grave.” Seeing an odd look from his godfather, who appeared to be about to ask about that, he explained who Poe was. After that, he pressed on, “When I was there, a raven was sitting on his headstone.” Gesturing to Poe, he continued, “Him. Thinking it was publicity stunt or something they encouraged, I just shrugged it off. As it was about lunch time, I had a sandwich with me. He seemed to want part of it, so I tossed him some. Then I left. The next morning, as I was getting ready to press on to Chicago, the same raven was on my windowsill. Though it was odd, I fed him again and took off, thinking that was the last of it. It wasn't.” Sighing and shaking his head, he said, “Six cities later, when I got back to Berkeley, the damned bird was still there every morning. That's when I gave up and accepted the inevitable in that I'd been claimed. He's been with me since. As he found me while at Poe's grave and his propensity for spouting large chunks of 'The Raven', the name fit.”
“Oh, I guess it does fit,” Hermione observed, keeping an eye on the 'dancing' bird. “Did you teach him the poem?”
“Hell no,” PJ told her firmly. “Whoever was his dutiful and faithful slave before me did. Either that or he learned it himself. I don't know which. Either way, it's annoying!” Looking at the bird who finally stopped in front of him, tail feathers still twitching, he sighed then asked, “Can I have my mail now?”
Cocking his head from side to side, Poe seemed to think about that, then stuck his leg out for PJ to take the mail from him.
Rolling his eyes, PJ took the mail off the bird's leg with a sigh, giving the snickering Sirius an elbow in the ribs as he did. “Bloody bird. Don't encourage him, Sirius!”
Laughing, holding his side where PJ elbowed him, Sirius told him, “I can't help it! It's a right riot!”
“It won't be after a while,” PJ sighed as he took a plate of food from Mrs. Weasley with a soft 'thank you'. Sitting the mail down by him on the bench, as he knew some that was there might be personal or give away something he didn't want known, he looked at Poe. The bird was gazing at him intently, clicking his beak. Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, he said, “Alright, this is how you feed him.” Seeing Sirius nod, PJ broke off a piece of toast then said the bird's name. When Poe looked at him again, he tossed it to the bird. “Just make sure you have his attention and toss it. That way it saves on bleeding, sore fingers and the possible need for spells to repair injuries.”
Grinning, Sirius grabbed a small piece of his scrambled eggs then said the bird's name. When Poe looked at him, he tossed it to the bird, who deftly caught it. “Alright, he's a right riot!”
“Yeah, you keep right on thinking that,” PJ snorted, taking a bite of his food. Taking a few more bites, he then began to sort through his mail. Quickly, he sent things to their room that might be iffy when it came to giving something away about his other identity or other parts of his life. He kept hold of the letter from his publisher and a couple of other things. Those were safe enough, as they looked like they were about possible interviews ahead of his next book release. He would look them over later.
Having fun tossing Poe food, Sirius glanced at Ginny who was eying the oblivious PJ, someone not paying attention to anything else but his mail, hungrily, obviously interested in what she was seeing. He then grinned and said her name. When she looked in his direction, he said, grinning bigger, “Mine, Ginny!”
A disgruntled look in her face, Ginny flushed slightly and huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I didn't say a word, Sirius!”
“No, but I'm damned sure you have him mostly mentally undressed by now,” Sirius grinned.
Snorting at that, shoulders shaking slightly, PJ looked up to see Ginny flushed bright red then said, “Sorry, luv, you're not my type. You have girl bits.” He hoped that would stop it, but wasn't sure. If it didn't, he would let Sirius take it on. Setting the letters by his plate to read after eating, he shook his head at how much fun Remus and Sirius seemed to be having feeding Poe, then dug into his food.
Looking highly disgruntled, Ginny asked, “You're a pouffe then?”
“Yup and damned proud of it,” PJ grinned as he took another bite. “Have been since long before I knew the term. So, sorry, no chance, luv. Besides, you'd have to fight with Sirius over me.”
“Yup,” Sirius grinned, tossing more food to Poe, who seemed to be happy about being fed, hopping from foot to foot, clicking his beak.
“As it took him begging to get me to move in, he's not giving me up without a fight.” PJ added, polishing off the rest of his food but the bits Poe would scavenge for what came after he was full.
“I did not!” Sirius told him, looking at him, a grin on his face.
Grinning at his godfather, PJ then said, “What would you call some of what came out of your mouth when you found out I was leaving the country again? I would call that a form of begging.” He thought this would work well and show those sitting at the table that there was a long-standing relationship there. As that was the truth, this would prove it.
Staring at PJ, Sirius' shoulders began to shake and he grinned bigger, “I guess I did, didn't I? You're the exception there, that's for damned sure!”
“You did it very well too,” PJ grinned back. “I stayed, didn't I? And, trust me, there is only one other person I would do that for, Sirius.”
“Good,” Sirius said smugly. “As long as it worked, I don't care how I managed it.”
Shaking his head, still grinning, PJ was about to open his mail when Remus said his name. Looking at the man, he waited to see what he wanted.
Remus was pleased with this. PJ and Sirius were acting perfectly when it came to showing what they needed. That was good. Now it was time to press it further, hoping to hold off the worst of the questioning. Pulling a book with a well-worn cover out of his robes, he pushed it over to the man and asked, smiling, “Could you sign that for me, please?”
Picking it up, PJ grinned sheepishly when he saw his first novel. And it looked like Remus had read it. Conjuring a quill, he opened the book and scrawled something inside the front cover then pushed it back. “I hope you liked it.”
Taking it back and sitting it by his plate where he was sure the Weasleys and Hermione could see it, Remus nodded vigorously, “I did, a great deal. The same with your second one, Blood Roses. They are quite good. Not my normal genre of reading, mind you, as I'm not into crime novels, but they were something that drew me in.”
“Glad you liked them,” PJ said, flushing slightly. “The next one is due out in a couple of weeks.”
“I can't wait to read it!” Remus told him honestly. As he had read the books, and liked them, this was the complete truth. He was just blindsided that Harry had written them was all.
Watching the apparently full Poe flap over and land on PJ's shoulder, Sirius pulled out both of his godson's current releases and pushed them over. Chuckling, he said, “And for me too.”
Picking up the obviously new books, PJ turned them over in his hands and looked at Sirius, grinning, “Seriously? Have you actually read them? I mean, they look brand new!” Opening them, he chuckled when he saw the pages still sticking together the way new books did.
Eyebrows going up, Sirius said, looking at PJ, shoulders starting to shake again, “Just sign them, PJ.”
Grinning bigger, still looking at his godfather, PJ said, “You know they don't have pictures in them, right? The only one is on the back of the dust cover.”
“Sign the bloody books, PJ,” Sirius told him, shoulders shaking harder, trying to keep a straight face. This was great! He hadn't seen this part of PJ's personality yet, what with how little interaction they had so far, but he loved it. In fact, it was fantastic, something he adored.
“Let me guess; you had Remus go out and buy them for you this morning?” PJ asked, chuckling.

“He did,” Remus said, chuckling softly as he sipped at his tea.
“Traitor!” Sirius shot in his friends direction, though was grinning as he did. Looking back at PJ, he said, “Sign the bloody books or I'm beating you with them!” This was great and just what they needed.
Chuckling, he picked up the quill again and signed the both of them. Shoving them back to Sirius, he asked, “Let me guess; you liked the one pic on the back with me in the wetsuit?”
Turning them over, Sirius gazed at the pictures of his godson and grinned, nodding. Though you could see most of PJ's face in both of them, parts of it were still hidden. Looking at the one of PJ in the wetsuit, standing behind the surf board and peering out at the camera, he nodded, “That's a great one!” With that, he gave another internal groan. Bloody hell, that wetsuit clung to PJ like a second skin, leaving very little to imagination when it came to his body.
“Remind me when we go back upstairs to show you the other pics taken with that. I have them,” PJ told him, reaching up to pet the muttering Poe's head.
“I will,” Sirius said, grinning as he set the books down.
Picking up the book next to Remus, Hermione looked it over, eyes wide. Gazing at the back cover then over to PJ, she didn't know what to make of that. He was a published author! Opening it, she quickly read the blurb on him, memorizing it as it would give her a place to start looking into information on him. “How many books do you have out now?” She asked, looking at him. “And this sounds interesting. I'll have to pick it up.”
“Two so far,” PJ told her honestly. “I have a third coming out in a couple of weeks and am hard at work on the forth.”
Taking the book from his long-term girlfriend, Ron looked at the back cover then asked, eyes wide, “You know how to surf, mate?”
“I went to uni in California. That's one of the great things you get to learn to do there,” PJ grinned. Shrugging, he admitted, “I'm not the greatest at it, but its fun. Besides, getting out in the water in the sun is always fun. Great way to relieve stress.” Seeing the quieter than he remembered Mrs. Weasley getting up to clear the plates, he said, “Give it a minute before you do that.” Seeing her nod, though with a bewildered look on her face, PJ then looked at Poe and sighed, “Have at it!” Shaking his head as the raven hopped off his shoulder and made a beeline for the plates, PJ conjured a square cloth. Then he waited, rolling his eyes as Poe began to mutter Lenore over and over as he picked bits of food off the plates, bringing it over then laying them on the cloth.
“What in Merlin's name is he doing now?” Sirius asked, watching the bird.
“He feels like he has to take bits of food up to his girlfriend, like I don't feed her or something,” PJ muttered, watching Poe carefully. “He's courting her.”
Snickering at that, Sirius said, “You're joking.”
“Oh, no, I'm not,” PJ sighed. “It's another thing he does at each and every meal.”
Seeing bewildered looks shot in their direction, Sirius explained, “PJ has a really old owl upstairs. She doesn't go out anymore and he feeds her.” After they nodded, he looked at his godson and asked, “How does she take that?”
“She gets annoyed with him,” PJ chuckled. Watching Poe come back over with the last of the food and depositing it on the cloth, he then tied it up for the bird. Holding it out, he said, “Keep in mind, Poe, if you annoy her too much, she's going to beat you up again! And if you start singing, she's apt to pull tail feathers out once more.” Seeing the bird looking at him intently then clicking his beak, PJ sighed, “On your own head be it. If she about flaps you to death once more, you're not hiding behind me to save yourself.” Passing the small parcel over to the bird, he shook his head as the creature took off, heading up to the room he now shared with Sirius.
“She beats him up?” Remus asked, completely amused.
Nodding vigorously, PJ told him, “You better believe it! She might be old, but she's still a lot bigger than he is and has no problem putting him in his place.”
“He sings to her?” Sirius asked, laughing.
“He tries,” PJ groaned, shaking his head. “He's a bloody raven, not a songbird, so this is not pretty sounding, something that annoys her even more. She does not put up with him, trust me.”
“The bird is a right riot,” Sirius said, grinning and shaking his head.
“Right,” PJ told him, tone laced with sarcasm. “Remember that a couple of months from now when you're ready to pull your hair out at some of his antics.” Shaking his head, he asked, “Where can I let him go out at? He's not going to stand out like an owl, as ravens are dead common. If he doesn't get out, he's going to make all of us mental.”
“There's the park across the street,” Sirius told him. “No one will think anything is off there. It's full of pigeons, so prey birds tend to be attracted to it. Or he can use the backyard. There's not much out there but a couple of trees. I believe there's a bunch of small animals he can eat if he wants.”
“Either works. Just so he can get out and burn off some energy,” PJ said distractedly as the phone in his back pocket rang. Brow furrowed, he pulled it out and looked at the number. It was just his publisher. As he hadn't read the current letter yet, he would have to hold off. Hitting the button on the screen to let the man know he couldn't answer right away, he then shoved it back in his pocket.
Eying the Muggle mobile, Hermione said, tone somewhat sniffy, “Those are illegal here in the UK. At least the magical part.”
“Not if you have a waiver from your employer,” PJ told her, not liking the tone of her voice. He had forgotten how bossy and how much of a know-it-all that she could be. It had been his assumption that had changed over the years. It appeared it hadn’t much. “I have the waiver in my papers for the Wizarding version of a mobile. As my publisher is in the States and they use this device, they signed the waiver for it because they need something more reliable than international owl post to get in touch. Especially with me not being in the States anymore. I also have a waiver for my laptop. Anymore, the publishers in the States won't accept anything done the traditional way or with a dict-o-quill. These items are required for me to work.”
Nodding stiffly at that, Hermione decided to look that regulation up when she got to work the following day. She thought he was right, but wanted to be sure. Then she was going to see what she could find on him. Quietly, she asked, “You went to regular uni then? I mean, UC Berkeley is a Muggle uni.”
“I did, but I went to the Magical division,” PJ told her, glancing through his mail, adding what was there to things he needed to handle this week. Looking at her, he explained, “Most big unis in the States have a division for both. They don't go by the traditional career counseling thing like the UK does. Most jobs need a degree anymore, at least for most of the world.”
“Our educational system doesn't support such endeavors,” Hermione said, brow furrowed. “You didn't go to school in the UK then? That's not mentioned on the blurb of the book.”
“I went to school abroad,” PJ told her, looking in her direction when he finished reading what was there. “It's done differently most other places, with you having to take basic core classes like Muggles do.” He hoped it would stop there, but figured it wouldn't if she hadn't changed much.
“Oh, where did you go?” She asked, hoping to get some more information.
“Not saying. That's for protection,” PJ told her firmly. “Where I went, a lot of parents sent their kids so they were protected. So, I don't talk about it.”
“That's the way with so many anymore,” Molly sighed, shaking her head. “What with what's going on in so many places.” So far, she had kept quiet, mostly wanting to listen and see what she thought of Sirius' boyfriend. By this point, her impression was a good one. He and Sirius seemed to get along well, showing that they did know each other and nothing appeared off. And Sirius seemed very happy that PJ was here. In fact, more than happy. That was good. It was just strange to think of Sirius in a relationship was all. After all, with what she knew of him, he didn't seem to have any plans to settle down with anyone and didn't appear lonely. She was going to make sure that she mentioned that to Albus when he asked and that her impression of PJ was a good one.
Changing subjects, hoping to get Hermione off the topic before he had to snarl at her, or PJ ended up doing so, he asked, “How much do you have to do this week? You said there was a bunch.” From what he remembered of the talk in PJ's home, his godson mentioned that he had plenty to set up.
“A ton,” PJ admitted with a sigh. “Me moving in here might make some easier, what with me not pressing on like planned, but I still have plenty to do. Now I have to add more in, like getting with so many about the plan change, finding a gym and other junk. I'm going to be busy for the next couple of weeks, that's for sure.”
“I can tag along if you like,” Sirius offered. Actually, he wanted to. That way he got to spend plenty of time with PJ, something he really wanted to do so he could get to know his godson.
Thinking that over, PJ gave a slow nod. “You can. In fact, you might be able to help with some. Most of it is going to be boring as hell, trust me, but some won't. As I'm sticking around, I'm going to see if I can't get into a couple places for research and visit a couple of museums here in London. That'll be a big help with what I'm working on. Plus, you can show me around. It's been a long time since I've spent any amount of time in the UK, so it's going to take a bit to get used to it again. That and figure out where everything is once more. Some I remember, but most I just don't as I was so young when I was around before.”
Looking at his mail, he sighed, “And I need to remember to get the papers addy changed. They will be in my box this afternoon. Those I want to change so they have the right one. There are other things as well. That box needs changed to this address too instead of the one in the States so its right.” As he spent so much time away from where he lived, and to protect himself when he was young, he bought a postal box, they were called, when he was younger. How that worked was owls went to any location of places that had them, something most major cities had, and the mail was forwarded on to his personal box though something like the spell used on Vanishing Cabinets. That way he could get it no matter where he was in the world. It worked out well for him as no one could trace where his home box was, something that kept him safe and kept people from finding him as there were privacy spells on them that stopped them being traced.
“The Prophet comes to the house each day, so you don't need to worry about that,” Hermione told him dismissively with a wave of her hand.
“I am not reading that worthless piece of Ministry backing propaganda,” PJ snorted, sneering. Shaking his head, “I get papers from elsewhere. Two from the States and one Portuguese language paper.”
Seeing Hermione look completely affronted at that, though PJ was dead on the Galleon, Sirius asked, trying to stop the lecture, “You speak Portuguese?”
Looking at his godfather, PJ grinned then rattled off a long string of Portuguese that was perfectly accented. Chuckling at the astonished look, he then said, “I'm also fluent in Spanish. So, yeah, Sirius, I have hidden talents.” What he didn't add was he had to learn Portuguese at school because that was the main language spoken in Brazil. Spanish was the second most popular, so he picked that up as well.
“You do,” Sirius grinned, adding that to something he hadn't known about his godson. This was good. Shaking his head, he added, more to tweak Hermione than anything else, “Yeah, the Prophet has gone downhill over the last few years. Best not to bother. We get it to keep an eye on what's going on. Yours might be better if they come from the States when it comes to getting information.” He was about to press on when Poe came in flying at top speed. Grinning, he asked, “What the hell is that about?”
Sighing as Poe landed on his shoulder, peering around his head at the door. Shaking his head, he looked at the bird then said, “You pissed her off, didn't you? And she beat you up again?”
Clicking his beak, ruffling up his feathers, Poe muttered, “Lenore,” then peered around his head warily.
Rolling his eyes, PJ shook his head, “I warned you, barmy bird! Alright, Poe, you have a choice here; I can let you out and you can go terrorize pigeons in the park across the street.” Stopping, he waited for the response.
Cocking a head to the side as though he was thinking about it, Poe then let out a bwahahaha, wings outstretched.
Nodding to that, PJ then told him, “Or the backyard where you can annihilate small creatures.” Stopping, he again waited for the response.
Taking that in, the bird then let out a Renfield-like hehehehehe.
“Which do you want to do?” PJ asked, waiting.
Head cocking back and forth, Poe seemed to ponder that then let out another bwahahaha.
“The pigeons it is,” PJ said standing, planning to let the bird out to fly off some energy.
Snickering at that, Sirius shook his head. “Just open the front window and he can get back in when he wants.”
“I will,” PJ said. Sighing and rolling his eyes when the bird launched off his shoulder and perched on the door jamb, looking both ways after opening it slightly. Shaking his head, he said, “You really pissed her off, didn't you?” Glancing at the tail feathers that were twitching, seeing a few missing, he chuckled, “And you sang at her. I told you not to do that.”
“Lenore,” Poe yammered again, hopping on PJ's shoulder as he came close.
“Yeah, you're going to think that when she chases you around the room again, pecking on your head,” PJ muttered softly as he opened the door and left the room.
Grinning at that, sipping his tea, Sirius watched as Ginny ogled that fine arse of PJ's. Looking at Remus, who noticed as well and was grinning a bit himself, he said, “Ginny?” Seeing her jerk and look at him, he grinned bigger then said, “Mine!”
Huffing again, flushing, Ginny glared at him, but said nothing.
“Just keep that in mind,” Sirius grinned at her, shaking his head. Yeah, maybe, this could work. They were just going to have to keep on their toes was all. And it was off to great start.

Coming into their room after everyone had left and PJ had come up to make some calls on that mobile thing, Sirius looked around, pleased. The room wasn't fully expanded yet, at least he didn't think as it was still fairly cramped, but it appeared the elves had everything moved and set up. In fact, they had it almost divided up. His things were on one side and PJ's on the other, complete with the man's desk and other personal items. This was good.
Staying quiet and taking a seat on his bed as PJ talked on that phone thing, he waited to see what was going on. From what his godson said, there were a couple of important calls he had to make. One was to his publisher to set something up. The other to the wire service he worked for about the address change. Once he was done on the thing, he was going to see what PJ had to do that day. He assumed there was some things he needed to attend to. That would get them out of the house. He planned to drag Remus along so nothing looked off. Plus, they could keep an eye out for each other. With the war looking like it was coming quickly, he and Remus needed to be damned careful as they were both known Order members, something the other side targeted. It was best all three of them go somewhere if it was public. Private things they could go it alone. That was something he was going to have to tell PJ anyway.
Hanging up the phone, PJ tossed it on the desk with groan. Leaning back in his chair, he looked at Sirius. “Anything up?”
“Nope, we're good,” Sirius told him, resting back on his elbows and stretching out. “Everyone's cleared out, which is good. We'll probably have a few more over this afternoon to try to meet you, especially when Molly and the rest start talking about you with them. I was just wondering if you had anything to do so we could plan for that.”
“A couple of things, yeah,” PJ admitted, stretching his legs. “I need to go to Gringotts. That I can't avoid. I'm in the middle of that damned vault transfer, so I have to sign papers and turn over keys so they can finish it. Then I have to get with my solicitor about some of this and sign papers. We still have to find somewhere for Toonie.” Stopping, his brow furrowed as he thought about that then said, tone distracted, “Or not. I might have something now. Let me see what he says.”
“Anything else?” Sirius asked, thinking that was probably all as it was going to take time.
“That's it,” PJ told him. “The worst I just handled over the phone. My publisher knows I'm now in the UK for the duration, where to send what he needs and how to get in touch. As they have a branch here in London, I'm good there. The wire service is actually happy. They want someone to base out of the UK to cover this mess. I just have to submit in a different way as we don't want to chance me turning up in the local offices. From the sound of it, I'm going to hop to the States whenever I need to deal with them. That's for the best, for all of us.”
“Good,” Sirius nodded, pleased with that.
“Next week I have to go to the States one day, alone. I have to meet up with not only Du Bois for the last bit to do with that interview, but also to do another interview for the upcoming book release with a different paper. That and get my picture taken for the back cover. They aren't going to let me use one that's not professionally taken this time. It won't be bad, but I'll be gone all day.” PJ explained, looking at his godfather while he sipped at his butterbeer.
“We can handle it,” Sirius nodded, wondering if he could tag along to the States. He would mention it as it drew closer. “Let's set up something here to keep track of what you have to do. At least until it settles.”
“Yeah, I better,” PJ sighed. “Most of it's recorded on my phone, but I'm going to dump everything off that I can so if someone sees it they won't get any hint of something odd. I can put all the pics on the laptop as it's safe and no one will be able to find them. I'll change the contact names so they won't look off, especially since one is my aunt's.”
“Yeah, damned good idea there,” Sirius told him firmly. He was thankful PJ knew what he was doing with that because he was lost. And the minute his godson pulled out that mobile in front of some, they were going to want to see it as most of them here in the UK had no experience with them. “Alright, if you're going to Gringotts, anywhere close to the Alley or anything else heavily populated by our kind, Remus and I are going to tag along for safety sake. For now, no one is going to know who you are. As it goes along, you're going to need someone with you as we all do most things in pairs for safety sake. Especially if you're known Order members. When some find out you're attached to me, it's going to cause problems. So, we need to get in the habit. We won't intrude, of course, but we'll be there.”
“I can handle that,” PJ said with a nod. “We better get going, because I don't want to be at Gringotts any longer than I have to. That's a delicate dance anyway, so I don't want to tempt fate with it.”
Sitting up with a groan, Sirius nodded, “Let's head out then. We'll leave a note that we're out and press on. Plus, we can grab something for supper so your elves can keep working on the room and not worry about that.”
Standing up and stretching then scratching his stomach under his shirt, PJ sighed. “Let's do it.” Grabbing his wallet and other papers he needed, he headed towards the door.
Watching his godson go, eyes locked on that arse, Sirius gave another internal groan. Alright, he sure as hell needed to stop acting like Ginny with PJ! Because this was bloody Harry, his godson! It was not a piece of arse he wanted to nail, no matter what role they were playing for people. With that, he vowed to keep his now newly traitorous brain on a shorter leash and find something, somewhere, that worked to get it off that track when it started down it again. Because, honestly, he needed to do something. If he didn't, PJ was going to notice then he was going to have a hard time explaining where it was coming from. That he didn't even want to start to do. He was just now getting his godson back in his life on a permanent basis, so he didn't want to ruin that by driving him away because he couldn't control certain urges.
Heading out the door behind PJ, he began conjuring up the most cringe-worthy images he could come up with, things like Hagrid naked, to kill what he was thinking. It wasn't working, however, because his eyes kept drifting down to that fine arse as PJ walked. Oh, bloody hell, this wasn't good! Wincing, he then thought of an image of James and Lily glaring at him, seeming to know what he was thinking. That worked, at least a little. On the downside, though, he felt his gut curdle over what he had done and was thinking. Yeah, that wasn't good either. It was just going to take time was all, nothing more, and he would come up with something.
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