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Earlier that morning, 4:30 AM, August 31st, 1996
Remus woke with a start as he heard the front door open unexpectedly. His wand was already in his hand before he even had a chance to sit up from the bed. A hand wrapped around his wrist. Remus ripped himself away as he tried to move out from under the tangled sheets.
“Move,” Remus growled in a low voice, “Someone’s at the front door.”
Sirius sat up more alert. “Who is it?” He reached for his wand his grey eyes worried and searched Remus’ face for a clue of what kind of danger there was. He knew every line and scar. He knew every small detail. His green eyes were bleeding into gold. His back was rigid and the hair on his arms stood alert.
“Two of them. I’m not sure who they are,” Remus moved from the bed and crept quietly to the bedroom door, “Stay here.”
As he opened the bedroom door he could hear more clearly. He visibly relaxed and lowered his wand.
“It’s Kingsley and Bill.”
Sirius nodded as he slid his own wand to his bedside table and stood and stretched. Remus abruptly shut the door. “Put some pants on,” he set his wand on the nearby dresser and let out an irritated sigh.
He opened a drawer and tossed Sirius a pair of boxer briefs and a shirt. He dropped his own sleep pants and reached for his own set of clothes.
Suddenly he was against the wall and Sirius’s mouth was pressed against his neck. He sighed in quiet desperation and slight annoyance.
“Sirius,” Remus implored, “Now is not the time.”
But Sirius wasn’t listening. His hand already fisting over his already alert erection as he slowly kissed and sucked his way across Remus’s chest. He moved down to his knees and made quick work putting all of Remus into his mouth.
He groaned and slid his hand into Sirius’s hair tugging at his scalp, “Fuck.” He looked down and watched as he disappeared into Sirius’ mouth. His body started to relax with Sirius’ ministrations. Grey eyes met a set of gold slowly bleeding back to green. Sirius looked triumphant. If one could smile with a mouth full of dick it would be Sirius.
He hollowed his cheeks as he sucked Remus into the back of his throat repeatedly. The sound he made was nearly obscene. He had absolutely no shame sucking him off hard and fast. The familiar sucking sound grew louder every time Remus was in the back of his throat nearly gagging him. Sirius’s hands roamed the back of Remus’ thick and hairy thighs and traveled slowly over his body.
“Fuck,” Remus repeated, both of his hand now in Sirius’s hair. He held his head still. He was floored with the powerful feel of having this man below him. “We can’t take long,” Remus groaned as his hips start to rock forward slowly.
Sirius looked up and nodded. He moved one hand to wrap around Remus’ sack and pulled towards himself. His hold firm but gentle. He was practically tugging him into his own mouth as he literally had Remus by the balls. His other hand moved up his stomach and chest raking his fingers through his thick hair. It never ceased to amaze him how much Sirius enjoyed running his hands over his chest. Through his hair. That such a man could enjoy his rough terrain, scars, and dense chest hair.
Remus pushed Sirius’s face to take all of him as his cock started to pulse. Sirius grabbed Remus’s stiffened thighs quickly and relaxed his head into Remus’ hold. His face and mouth were flush with the base of his jolting cock. It was almost loving the way he cradled Sirius’s face holding him securely against him.
Sirius continued his tight suction as he started to swallow repeatedly pulling Remus impossibly deeper into his mouth as thick streams of cum started to slide down his throat in short burst.
Once spent, Remus pulled Sirius up to him in a lazy kiss as he sagged against the wall behind him. His tongue darted into Sirius’s mouth tasting himself on his tongue. His hand automatically reached down to wrap his thick hand around Sirius but it was quickly batted away.
“No time,” Sirius grunted in-between kisses. “You needed to relax,” he said in way of explanation, his tongue slowing dragging across Remus’ lips. “You woke up tense and alert.”
Remus grabbed the back of Sirius’s neck pulling him in for a much deeper kiss. Grateful that the man before him knew him so well. His wolf had woken him from a dead sleep when he felt the ward drop and heard the front door open. His body automatically responded to the unknown threat. The wolf ready to physically take on anyone who had dared breach their den.
“Thank you,” Remus said finally that he had a voice, “We should go down and see what’s going on.”
The wolf would be closer to the surface for the rest of the day but the adrenalin he felt as he woke had already started to ebb away. It had been replaced by a baser need that had been soothed by the back of Sirius’ throat. Sirius had taken the edge off. He perhaps saved him from being a recluse for the rest of the day while he tried to hide is irritability and overprotective nature. However, the edge wouldn’t truly go away until he was able to assure himself that everyone in the house was safe. Complete relaxation would doubtless be elusive until night. Until he could finally crawl his way across Sirius’s body, bury himself deep, and then fall back into another deep sleep.
Remus could hear Kingsley exasperated deep voice before he even made down to the 2nd floor. As he made it to the drawing-room, he took a settling breath to steady his nerves before facing an irate Molly Weasley.
“I will not allow you to involve the children in this,” Molly’s finger wobbled in front of her as she chastised the war seasoned Auror as if he was one of her own.
“Molly,” Sirius said entering behind Remus, “Please, you’ll wake up the portraits. It’s not even 5 in the morning.”
Molly pivoted towards Sirius. Her intent clear to reprimand him for his attempt to placate her. Remus took a step that maneuvered him between the two. His face was unreadable as he stared down at Molly Weasley. Her wagging finger suddenly stilled nearly touching his barreled chest. Remus felt Sirius’ hand on his shoulder. His eyes slid shut and he took a calming breath and then quickly stepped away and took a precarious perch on the nearest settee.
Sirius took one glance at Remus and once satisfied that he was in control of himself he gave a warning look over to Kingsley.
“Molly,” Arthur said softly, “Just listen to Kings and Bill. Dumbledore will be here soon. We need everyone here before he arrives.”
Kingsley looked over to Sirius a question on his face. Sirius nodded minutely, “I’ll go wake Harry and Hermione.” Kingsley gave him a short nod before he sat down next to Remus slightly relaxing since Bill had awoken his parents.
Remus continued to take slow even breaths. Usually, he had no problem dealing with Molly. He respected her quite a bit for her ability to have raised 6 boys. Two of them being absolute terrors. For whatever reason when he was tense or irritable, usually near a full moon, she was much harder to handle. She had a propensity for raising her voice, probably from years of having to shout over her brood. His main point of contention with her however was and would always be the way she talked to and treated Sirius.
She never said anything overtly disparaging. It was always in her tone. The careful way she worded something. It was usually what she didn’t say.
She didn’t like him. She didn’t trust him. The worst she did was intentionally cutting him off from Harry. It was clear she didn’t want Sirius to have too much influence over his godson.
That was one thing he could never forgive her. She would treat Remus kindly. Like he was some burly teddy bear instead of the werewolf he was. It was days like today that the wolf paced the edges, restless and he wanted to show her the beast within. To put her in her place. Remind her where she was and who she was with. It was difficult for him to watch Sirius politely submit to her subtle abuses.
Sirius returned with Hermione. She gave Remus a tired smile as she took a seat across the room. Harry soon followed behind her with Ron in toe. All of them robed but disheveled indicating the haste in which they had dressed. Soon other order members started to arrive. Shortly after the last of the Weasley children and Tonks found their way to the drawing-room Albus arrived.
Outwardly there was no indication that there was anything seriously wrong from Albus’ appearance. However, the closer the wolf was to the surface the more in tune Remus was to sense the subtle differences in body language. Whatever it was that was important, whatever it was that was wrong, Albus Dumbledore was resigned and disappointed.
Remus cleared his throat loudly to get the room’s attention. As everyone turned to Albus in the entryway the room slowly quieted. Molly Weasley stood from her seat next to her husband, “Albus, what is the meaning of this? Why were the children summoned?” Her tone a much more respectful level than it had been earlier.
Albus gave Molly a tired look, “Tomorrow, the front page news release will reveal all. It is best to share the news now. Afterall children do not stay children forever. Everyone should be forewarned what to expect in the coming days.” Albus looked over to Kingsley indicating he should take over and took his own seat near a side table not far from Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
Kingsley stood from his seat next to Remus. He looked around the room and precariously broke the news, “There was an emergency Wizengamot session that ended just 4 hours ago. The Ministry has added a new department headed by Dolores Umbridge for Muggleborn Relations. The agenda was to enact protective procedures to be taken against Voldemort and his regime. One of the initiatives that passed was,” Remus watched as Kingsley visibility swallowed before he continued, “a Muggleborn registration act.” A deep intake of breath could be heard from most in the room. No one spoke or made another sound as they waited for Kingsley to explain.
Remus looked over at Sirius. Once their eyes met they both looked towards Hermione at the same time. Her hand held tightly into each of the boys beside her. Abject horror slowly rolled across her face.
Kingsley himself turned to Hermione. He spoke to the room at large but he looked at her as he explained, “Umbridge’s department will oversee all aspects of the registration act. Muggleborns will have 30 days after the ministry decree is published in the Daily Prophet to hand their wand over for registration. Those that are underage will be registered at Hogwarts and any refusal will be met with having their wand confiscated, snapped, and then that student would be banished to the Muggle world. Any of-age muggleborn that refuses will be carted off to Azkaban after having their wand snapped. Anyone that chooses to run from the Ministry will be considered a fugitive and when caught risks being kissed by a dementor if they don’t come quietly. All of this under the guise and agenda of protecting the commodity that are muggleborns from Death Eaters.”
“Commodity?” Hermione looked at Kingsley her chest rising as she took a deep and long breath, “What else?”
Remus moved his hand to Sirius’s knee and gripped it tightly. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to see him just as tense as he was. His eyes were unwavering from staring at the single muggleborn in the room.
Kingsley nodded towards Hermione. He pulled out a scroll that he immediately duplicated and sent through the air to everyone in the room. Remus watched Harry deftly catch one in the air and immediately hand it to Hermione. Remus nearly smiled at seeing Harry nearly always defer to Hermione first. Ron and Harry each leaned over her shoulder to read just as Kingsley handed him his own scroll that he promptly unrolled to read with Sirius.
“Female muggleborns will have an additional 30 days to marry a pureblood male or to be placed under the protection of one. As guardian and ward. All under the guise of providing protection for the inferior sex. It is expected that muggleborns males should be able to get by with only a few ministries provided protective wards. Any muggleborns that are already married but do not meet the intent of the law will have the same protective wards administered.”
Remus quickly took note of everything said and not said across the scroll. All legal verbiage to detail the new ministry decree. His eyebrows knitted together as he looked back up at Kingsley, “Is the trace going to be one of those protective measures?”
Kingsley nodded, “Yes. The only concession for the trace we could argue for. Augusta Longbottom made it very clear that if muggleborns needed to be tracked husbands were perfectly capable of doing that through a marriage bond or guardian bond. It will be placed on anyone not married to or a ward of a pureblood male as described and defined by the ministry.”
Hermione looked up suddenly hopeful. “That’s really good! They can’t use the bond for ill intent.”
Kingsley nodded and added, “Augusta spent an hour and a half arguing that very point. Using their own protection agenda to a standstill the debate as long as possible while we tried to come up with more concessions. They attempted to provide a legitimate reason to trace a woman who had a husband that the ministry itself deemed to be an adequate protection from Death Eaters.”
“An hour and a half? How long has this been going on? Bill?” Molly asked her son.
Bill looked over at his mother, “We’ve been in an emergency Wizengamot meeting since yesterday morning. All current seat members have a gag order until the news is published tomorrow in the Daily Prophet. I think that’s about all I can say without my throat closing up.”
Harry and Ron both confusingly looked at Kingsley as Ron asked, “How can you talk with the gag in effect?”
Kingsley gave a rogue smile, “It was a fortunate mistake on the part of the Wizengamot. One that will shortly come to light.”
Tonks stepped towards Kingsley, “What’s going to happen to you?”
Kingsley shrugged, “I can easily claim ignorance. I didn’t ask to be in the session. More likely than not I was requested to provide security for the session as some sort of deterrent for my sisters’ vote. She’s well known to have more liberal leanings and I have no known associations with muggleborns. I didn’t do anything technically illegal as I’m not a part of the gag. The Death Eaters and whoever they have in their pocket will know immediately that I have interfered to warn Miss Granger.”
“Kings-“ Tonks reached out towards him worry etched across her face.
“The worst,” Kingsley interrupted her. Turning away from her concerned expression and outstretched hand, “Is that there wasn’t going to be anything about marriage included into the Muggleborn registration. It was clear from the start they only intended to be able to track every muggleborn in the county or to make the ones that do not submit to the trace and their protective wards into fugitives of the Ministry. When Augusta brought up there are some muggleborns that already have adequate protection, shamed them with their own chauvinism, that it would be insulting to pureblood males that do not need any ministry interference in protecting their own families-” Kingsley looked away from Tonks and met Hermione’s eyes. Remus tensed as Kingsley started to falter, “I- I spoke to my sister immediately. Amirah then proposed to the Wizengamot that marriage would be an adequate alternative to the trace but also a pureblood family that could provide protection without marriage. The bonds are similar to that of a family member. It was the only way to ensure that at least some of the muggleborns wouldn’t have to submit to the trace without the threat of expulsion or imprisonment. I thought it would be a good way to keep you safe, here.” Kingsley’s shoulders sagged. “Avery and Nott twisted Amirah’s proposal. Suggested that there were some muggleborns in more danger than others that could benefit the protection of a powerful and old pureblood family. Umbridge herself brought up your own protection as one of the most publicly visible muggleborn in the country.” Kingsley was overcome in shame and looked away from Hermione.
Remus stood not daring to look in the direction of Hermione. To see the understanding dawn on her face. He glared at Kingsley and growled, “Who? Who does the Ministry want to protect Hermione ?”
Kingsley stepped back from the werewolf his eyes wide and darted to Hermione first before landing on Albus Dumbledore.
Finally, Albus spoke never looking from his hands, “There’s not much I am able to say as the gag was placed on me as a condition of my involvement in the proceedings.”
Kingsley continued, “Dolores suggested that it would be a good way to show the public that the ministry was doing everything they could. The ministry seems to believe that Miss Granger would receive the most adequate care and protection as a ward of the oldest and undisputed pureblood family line in the country. They have decided that she is to be placed in the care of the Malfoy family and Draco Malfoy agreed.”
The cold quiet of the room soon erupted and tension rose as those closest to Hermione started arguing in her defense.
Harry was already standing. Ardently pleading that they needed to hide Hermione immediately. Tonks was yelling at Kingsley angry that he had inserted himself into the politics of the Wizengamot and making himself a target of Death Eaters. Molly Weasley lost all semblance of her respectful tone as she berated Bill and Kingsley for allowing this to happen to her poor Hermione.
Remus stood frozen and then finally looked to her. Her face was blotchy and red as she searched for a solution that wasn’t coming. She shifted looking at each of the angry people talking around her and she slowly landed on Albus. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at her Headmaster willing him to look at her.
Sirius reached for his wrist pulled him down back to his seat. Remus took a breath before he looked him in the eye. Emotions filtered over Sirius’s face. Questioning. Suggesting. Remus took another deep breath and whispered to Sirius watching his face, “Whatever we do- we do it now. There’s no time for any other plans. She can’t get on that train tomorrow. We can- we can run today . Her parents- they’ll need protection too.”
Sirius shook his head. “No. She won’t run. She won’t leave Harry. We can’t leave Harry.” He reached for Remus’s hand and squeezed it, “I know what I need to do.”
Remus swallowed and squeezed Sirius’s hand back. Not daring to suggest his own thoughts out loud. Afraid to waiver in his resolve. His chest hurt and he squeezed his eyes shut.
He opened them to see Sirius and Hermione carefully watching each other for what felt like forever.
Sirius twisted his head in a way to suggest to her to leave the drawing-room with him. Hermione nodded and rose from her seat walking calmly to the door. Remus never took his eyes from her. She turned back and looked at him with watery eyes. He ripped his eyes from her and looked back at his friend. His lover.
A moment passed before he finally nodded at Sirius. His only way to tell him to do what he needed to. To take care of her because he was the only one that could. He couldn’t speak the words, but Sirius understood him anyway. She was more important than any of the words left unspoken between them.
As Sirius exited the drawing-room Remus buried his face in his hands with his elbows on his knees and tried desperately not to weep.
Remus felt a tentative hand on his shoulder and looked to see Harry sitting beside him. His hand shaking on Remus’s shoulder. Ron hovered nearby. His face was searching. Sympathetic.
“Where did they go?” Harry whispered afraid of the answer.
Remus cleared his throat, “She cannot run. I doubt she would allow us to hide her. You know she won’t leave you. The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black can offer her protection.” He looked away from Harry.
“She needs to hide. Leave. The Ministry has already decided that-
Remus interrupted, “-That she would be a ward of the Malfoy family. The only thing that- that can save Hermione at this point is marriage. She’s not leaving.”
Harry turned to Ron.
“I’ll marry her,” Ron said loudly. The room grew quiet at the declaration. Molly turned at the words of her youngest son and then searched the room, “Where is Hermione?”
Albus stood and all faces turned towards him. “We, as the Order, can only stand by Hermione and what she will choose. I find myself not surprised that she has already surmised what is needed to be done. I believe that Sirius Black will be the best alternative to any other course of action. No one can deny his family pedigree.”
Molly’s lip started to tremble, “What do you mean? What are you saying?” She looked again seeing Harry seated where Sirius was only moments before. Her quivering lip stiffened in anger as she looked at Remus, “Where is Sirius?”
Remus said nothing in response and looked away from her. He stood tall and started to leave the drawing-room. He wouldn’t be able to handle anything from her lips at this point. He needed to get out of there. He needed to pace and howl. To rip something. To rid himself of the disgusted look on Molly’s face.
“This is preposterous! Surely you can’t mean for Hermione to marry that- that man! I have 6 sons! All of them a much better alternative then what he-”
Remus turned suddenly and growled at a startled Molly Weasley, “Sirius Black is a powerful wizard. Half the country admires him and the other half are afraid of him. The ministry will have no reason what-so-ever to deny him the right to protect his own wife!” His chest heaved. He stepped again towards her, his fist at his side. “Don’t even dare to suggest anything against his character. He’s fiercely loyal. He’s an honest man. If you gave him half a chance you would also know that when he cares for someone- He- it’s with everything he has. There are no halves. There is no one- no one better for Hermione than Sirius Black.”
Harry stood with his hands raised and he reached to touch his arms. Remus took a deep breath and allowed Harry to pull him from the drawing-room.
1:30 PM August 31st, 1996
Remus heard Sirius before he saw him. His heavy boots had altered the wolf as they echoed from the front door and carried the man up to the second floor.
Harry rushed up from his seat beside him as soon as Sirius entered the decaying library, “Where’s Hermione?”
Sirius scratched the back of his neck, “She’s at a hotel. I need to get back to her soon. I wanted to come back before- I wanted to make sure everyone knew she was safe. That we were married.”
Remus sat silently not daring to engage Sirius.
“God, Sirius,” Harry chastised, “You should have said something before both of you up and left. I can’t believe you’d just leave and not-”
“Harry,” Sirius pleaded, “Don’t- I had to marry her.”
Harry’s lips tightened and his eyes narrowed, “You think I’m upset you married her?” He stepped towards his godfather purposefully and his voice shook, “I’m angry because there was a moment-" a short puff of breath between his lips before, "I thought you left. I thought you took my best friend and left. I was afraid I wasn’t going to see either of you again!”
Sirius’ chest deflated and he hung his head. He slowly lifted his face back to Harry, took the last step that removed any space between them and brought his arms around Harry hugging him, “We weren’t going to run.” Relief flooded him as Harry held him back. His throat was tight as he fought back any and every emotion that he had for the godson he held securely in his arms.
“You listen to me right now, Harry Potter,” He whispered the words harshly in the mess of black hair, “If there is ever a time that comes that any of us need to go, it’ll be all of us. Our family. Our chosen family.”
Remus was reminded of a similar speech given to a similar Potter. He smiled as the past hung heavy in the air. He couldn’t help but to stand and let the words pour from his mouth almost exactly the same. That he had once said to James. “You are our chosen family, Harry.” He wrapped his long arms around both and pulled them towards him. He rested his cheek against the top of Harry’s head as he looked at Sirius. The three of them held each other firmly. His voice was deep with emotion and rumbled through his chest as the past called forth his next words for him, “You chose Hermione as your family. So, it’s us, together. So, we stay. Because that’s what family does. Don’t you dare ever doubt that. Don’t ever think for a second that you’re alone.”
Harry nodded and pulled away first as Remus directed his question to Sirius, “How is Hermione taking all of this?”
Sirius raked his hands over his face, “She was pretty emotional this morning. Her mother didn’t help with that. There was a lot of crying. We didn’t explain marriage bonds to them, but I think her father suspects that we weren’t telling them everything.” He took a deep breath, “Mostly I think she’s relieved. Maybe tired and hungry.”
“Are you headed back now?” Remus asked, his question was heavy on his lips.
“No! Not yet,” Harry said his eyes darting between Remus and Sirius, “Stay. I’ll go pack you some food to take her.” Harry left the library in long strides and then practically ran down the stairs.
Sirius moved his hand out behind him never taking his eyes off Remus as he silently and wandlessly spelled the door shut and locked. Which was the only cue Remus needed to reach for his face with both hands and pull him into crushing kiss.
Sirius wrapped arms around Remus, his hands tight on his shoulder blades and pulled him desperately against him. “Remus, I-” He spoke against his lips. Remus shook his head. He didn’t want words. He pressed against him again.
He could smell her. Smell Hermione.
He pushed Sirius away. His hands reluctantly left his face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”
“Don’t, Remus, Don’t,” Sirius tried to pull him back around to face him.
“We can discuss this later, Sirius. Go back to her.” His shoulders stiffened under Sirius’s hands.
“I will. But talk to me. Look at me.”
“I can’t.”
“Are you angry with me?” his voice weak.
Remus turned to his friend, appalled, “No. I’m not angry. I’m just trying-” he couldn’t find the right words. He wasn’t sure he understood all his own conflicting emotions. He chose the most central one. “Hermione is important to me. How the two of you proceed from here is going to determine a lot of things for both of you. She needs you to give her the best possible start to this.”
“Remus. Hermione is important to both of us. I have every intention of being a good husband to her. But once the bond takes-”
“It’s fine! Just go! I don’t want to discuss it,” Remus growled, his green eyes slowly bled into gold.
“No, Moony! When Prongs married Lily it fucking killed me to lose the bond we shared.”
Remus laughed and stepped towards Sirius. Looking down at him, “That’s rich. James chose Lily. We knew when they married that it might sever him from the pack bond. But you? You chose to leave the pack.” He shoved Sirius and he stumbled to catch his footing, “That. Fucking. Hurt.”
He pushed Sirius again moving him up against the nearest bookshelf, “Do you even know what that was like? The bond was just gone. And then- then James died. I thought Peter died and you went to Azkaban. I was alone for years with no fucking bond. No family. And you know what? I survived. So, keep your pity.” His chest heaved and he seized Sirius’s face. He moved in gradually and kissed him just as slowly. He nuzzled his face into Sirius’s neck. “I don’t need your pity. I don’t need the bond. I don’t need a pack. I just need my family. I don’t want to be alone again,” his shoulders shook.
Sirius wrapped his arms around him and pulled him tighter, “You won’t be. I promise. I don’t pity you. I know how strong you were. Are. But the bond might be different this time. Lily-”
“Don’t,” Remus pleaded, “Just don’t. We will know soon enough.” He raised his head, “It’s pointless to-”
“Okay,” Sirius reluctantly agreed, “Okay.”
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