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Toonie\'s Love	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 50460 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter List
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Chapter 5

Pleased with what he saw as he looked around his room, Sirius gave a slow nod. This was good. The elves finally had it completely expanded and everything put in place. Now it was not only big enough for both of them without feeling cramped, but looked great as well. This was good. As they were done with this part, PJ had them working on other areas of the house. Oh, it had been cleaned out years ago and was safe, no doubt there, but he was having them make it nicer. Of course, they were getting his approval for whatever they did, but it already looked a helluva lot better. The ancient rugs and furniture were replaced with items that looked far nicer and they were making sure to keep up with the cleaning. Perfect!
Glancing at his godson's bed, Sirius gave a sigh. PJ was still sleeping. It had been only a couple of days since he had moved in, so they were still adjusting to each other. Already he noticed one odd thing; PJ spent most of the night writing. Sirius assumed that had to do with the time zone difference. After all, PJ was used to going by Pacific Time in the States. There was a huge time difference between that and Britain. It would just take some time to adjust his internal clock. Though his godson did tell him last night he tended to write all night long as it was quieter and he wasn't apt to be bothered. Hell, he didn't have a problem with that and could understand why. Right now, because PJ had just moved in and the Order was in a bit of a frenzy over that, there were a ton of people over to check on what was going on. Shite, even he could understand how that would bug the hell out of the creative process! He just hoped that would settle soon. It wasn't that the habit bugged him, of course. They had a partition PJ could put up. That blocked all noise and light when his godson worked. It was just he was used to being active during the day and PJ tended to sleep a large part of it.
Taking a seat in one of the comfortable chairs the elves had come up with, Sirius gave a contented sigh. Oh, this was good! Far better than what had been around. Yeah, he had the money to replace all the furnishings, he just hadn't bothered. As much as he hated this house, and the memories that came with it, he had ignored it other than to make parts comfortable. Gazing over at his still sleeping godson, Sirius couldn't help but smile. Perfect. Absolutely perfect! Harry was back with him and he could take care of him like he promised so long ago.
From what he'd seen, though, his godson didn't really need that. PJ was very capable and independent. In fact, it was hard to mesh the Harry from so long ago with PJ. They didn't even seem like the same person. There was a confidence in PJ that Harry never had. He knew just what he was doing and didn't seem to have the insecurities Harry had dealt with. Oh, Harry, from what little he had seen of him at the time, was strong. After all, he had put up with a ton of shite over his time, not to mention all he had gone through, but there was no indication that he would become what Sirius saw in PJ. Even the letters over the years hadn't shown what he was seeing now. And he adored this. PJ was wonderful. Even Remus had said that. Whatever mantle PJ had to carry because of his name, and all that would have come with that, PJ had thrown off. He had then grown from there without the expectations that would have come if he had stayed tagged with the name Harry Potter. Now they dealt with someone that didn't resemble the boy from so long ago and it was amazing. Not to mention it helped in no one connecting who this might be. Utterly perfect!
Eyes sliding down PJ's body, he gave another internal groan. That was still fucking fantastic. PJ was in sleep pants, but didn't have a shirt on. As toned and in shape as PJ was, it was nice to look at. And Sirius had learned over the last couple of days that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop looking at his godson and remembering that encounter. Nothing he did stopped it either, for fuck's sake! He tried everything and it wouldn't go away. Despite the mantra of that night never happened and he didn't need to dwell on it, he couldn't stop. That would fade over time, hopefully. It better anyway, for the sake of his sanity.
Shaking his head, he sighed then stood. He had to wake PJ, despite not wanting to. There was someone coming over that they had to deal with; Snape. He was damned sure that Albus had sent him to get a feel for the situation after getting reports from everyone else that had made an appearance. If he read this right, it meant that all the reports Albus had gotten were favorable, so he was sending in the last of the big names to get his impression before pressing on. They needed that. As it wouldn't do to have PJ MIA when Snape came in, he needed him awake.
Walking over, Sirius gave the man a soft shake and said his name. Quickly, PJ came awake, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. When PJ looked at him, Sirius said, “Sorry. I didn't want to wake you, but we have company coming that needs to see you so the old man doesn't think anything is off.”
Shaking his head to get rid of the fuzzies, PJ groaned. “Who is it?” He asked unevenly, trying to focus.
“Snape,” Sirius sighed.
“Bloody wonderful! Just who I need the first thing in the morning,” PJ groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Please tell me he's mellowed out over the years.”
“Nope. He's as snarky and sarcastic as ever,” Sirius snorted, taking a seat by his godson. “And just as hard to take.”
“I do not need him the first thing after waking,” PJ groused, shaking his head. “Alright, let me get a shower so I'm at least semi-coherent and I’ll be down when I finish. Just make sure the elves have some coffee ready for me.” He didn't even want to contemplate dealing with that arse without the much needed caffeine. If he even tried it, he was damned sure a fight was coming. He knew that he would have to deal with the man at some point, he had just hoped to put it off as long as he could. Sighing, he added, “I'm warning you now, he starts the shite he used to and I'm not taking it, Sirius. I mean it. I'm not one of his students that he gets to torture. He's going to treat me with respect, or as much as he can anyone, or we're going to have words.”
“Don't blame you a damned bit,” Sirius told him firmly. “You don't have to put up with him and can make that clear.” Reaching out to ruffle PJ's already sleep tousled hair and asked, “What do you want to eat?”
Blinking rapidly, looking around, PJ asked, “What time is it anyway?”
“A bit after noon,” Sirius told him.
Groaning, having planned to sleep a lot longer as he had been writing until the first rays of dawn broke, PJ slumped, “It doesn't matter. If you lot are having lunch, that's good.”
“Yeah, we're getting ready for that. I'll have the elves serve that for you.” Giving his godson a clap on the shoulder, Sirius stood. “Just come down when you're ready.”
Standing and stretching, scratching his bare stomach, PJ then groaned and slumped. “Alright, a shower then I'll be down. I hope like hell I'm awake enough to deal with that arse.”
Snickering, Sirius said, standing himself, “I'll have coffee ready for you.”
“You better or someone might end up hexed,” PJ groused, heading towards the loo.
Watching PJ go, Sirius groaned as his eyes lit on that arse. Shaking his head, he reminded himself yet again that night never happened and he did not need to dwell on it before heading towards the kitchen.

“Did you get PJ awake?” Remus asked as Sirius took a seat after having the elves start coffee. As Severus was already here, looking plenty dour, he didn't want to deal with the man if he was made to wait too long. That would only serve to anger him, thus making dealing with him worse than normal.
“Yeah, he'll be down after he gets a shower,” Sirius said, picking up the butterbeer an elf brought him then taking a drink. Grinning, he added, “And he said to make sure he has coffee.”
“A bit of a layabout, isn't he? It's after noon,” Severus sneered, sipping his tea. He understood why Albus wanted him to come over, of course. It was just the thought of being around Black more than he had to be and dealing with the damned dog's 'lover' that were the issues. He fully planned to make short work of this then go report in. Albus didn't think anything was off with this, as the reports they had from everyone backed up everything Black and Lupin said so far. All that had encountered the man had good impressions of him as well. They just wanted to be sure before they pressed on like normal was all.
“He's used to Pacific Time in the States,” Sirius told him shortly, glaring at the man. “It takes time to adjust. Plus, he writes all night. Whether he sleeps during the day makes no nevermind to anyone, Snape.”
Though snorting at that, Severus filed it away. It shored up what had been said so far and what Granger had found on the man. That was good, though. It probably meant this was just how it seemed. “He was in California then?” He asked, trying to confirm that.
“San Francisco,” Sirius said, not elaborating. As that was the truth, he had no problems putting it out there.
Nodding, Severus didn't bother to ask anymore. Again, that's what Granger had found and it coincided with where the man went to school, so nothing appeared off with it. Now he would just wait to see the man to get his own impression.
Taking a plate of food from an elf, Remus sat it in front of him and began to poke at it with a fork before asking Sirius, “Was there anything PJ needed to do today? Or do we have most of it handled?” The last couple of days had been hectic with some running the man had to do to work with so much he had to shift because his plans had changed.
After taking a bite of his own food, Sirius said, “A couple of things from what I know. Nothing horrid either. And they are among Muggles. He said something yesterday about going to a couple of bookstores to pick up something or other for research. Then finding a gym. Those aren't taxing. Besides, we'll have fun with it. Especially you when it comes to the bookstores.”
“True,” Remus smiled, taking a couple of bites of food. “Those will be fun actually and we won't have to worry too much about the other side of the mess.”
“What is he researching?” Severus asked, hoping to garner information. He knew this PJ was a writer. Granger actually gave him the names of the books. He was stunned to realize he had read and liked them. Now he was curious.
Glancing at Remus, brow furrowed, Sirius said, “Not sure. He mentioned it. I think it was Mack the Stripper or something like that. It's a Muggle criminal from the past.”
“Jack the Ripper,” Remus corrected, smiling a little.
“Why does he want to look up that particular nastiness?” Snape asked, genuinely curious.
“It's research for what he's writing,” Sirius told him with a shrug. “You'd have to ask him. He did say he wants to go a couple of Muggle museums for it too. That should be fun,” he said, looking at Remus and grinning.
“That I would like to do,” Remus admitted with a nod. “We'll get with him today to plan it out.”
Severus was going to ask a couple of more questions about what was mentioned, more to satisfy his own curiosity than anything else, when his eyebrow arched at the raven that soared in, landing by Black. “I take it this is Poe?” He asked, having heard about the deranged bird.
“Oh yeah,” Sirius grinned, tossing the bird bits of food. “It also means that PJ is on his way down.” They noticed the raven seemed to have the intuition when his master was awake and ready to come down for the day, always showing up with the mail just before that happened.
Severus was about to ask a couple of questions about the bird, more out of curiosity because of some of what had been said, when the door swung open. Eyes widening fractionally at what he saw, he was stunned. When it came to PJ, the words handsome and good looking had been bandied about. Sexy had been mentioned more than once. He had sneered about that, of course, not believing someone like Black would manage to get his paws on a truly handsome one. This though—the man—he could now understand what was said. And it was stunning someone this young and good looking would attach himself to Black.
Grinning at his obviously still groggy godson, Sirius said, “We knew you were coming when Poe showed up.”
Flopping on the bench by Sirius, PJ rubbed a hand over his face. Shaking his head, he said, “I need coffee before I can even think about dealing with deranged demon birds.” He was grateful when one of the elves put a cup in front of him. Downing half of it quickly, he blinked then looked at the plate placed in front of him. Sighing, he downed more coffee before looking at the bird that was now pacing in front of his plate. Knowing the routine, he groaned then asked, “Can I have my mail now, Poe?” Of course, like always, that set off the bird 'dancing'. Groaning again, he downed the last of the coffee and had an elf refill it. Starting to sip it, he glanced up and saw Snape. Yeah, that just heralded nothing good to come.
Quickly, Sirius made introductions to make it look good.
Nodding to Snape, though saying nothing, PJ took a couple of bites of food.
Glancing between the obviously mental bird and the man sitting by Black, Snape wasn't sure what to ask or say. He knew what Albus wanted, obviously, but didn't know how to kick it off. Plus, he wanted information. That wasn't something he would get by just demanding it.
Once Poe finished his dance and PJ took the mail, sending all of it off to the bedroom as there wasn't anything pressing there, he then sat his wand down by his plate before digging in. He could already feel the caffeine working, so he was hungry.
Eying the wand, Severus' brow furrowed. The markings on it weren't runes as they knew them, but something odd, looking like they were from the Far East. That was another item that shored up some of what he had heard; that the man had been educated overseas somewhere. However, he also took in what looked like gold filling large cracks in it. That was odd as well. Sneering, sipping at his tea, he said, “You must have been careless to crack your wand like that.” Though he tried to keep a level tone, he couldn't help it. Your wand was something you protected. To allow it to become cracked showed negligence. That wasn't acceptable and didn't bode well for the man's skills.
Lifting his eyes, not liking Snape's tone, PJ shot back, tone cold, “It's supposed to be like that.”
“Cracked?” Snape asked, eyebrow arched. “I think not,” he snorted, shaking his head.
“Yes, it is,” PJ snarled, eyes narrowing. “I got it in Japan. They don't follow the traditions here with new wands. They go by a variant of kintsugi when it comes to them.”
Sensing a fight coming, from both Severus and PJ's tone, Remus decided to try to divert it. Quietly, he asked, “What's kintsugi?” He hadn't heard of it before, of course, but knew PJ's wand wasn't the same one he had before he left the UK. And he was curious about it because the man had mentioned how it changed his Patronus.
“It's an old Japanese tradition of mending broken pots with gold. That is because they see it as something that has damage has history and worth, so it can be made beautiful because of that. Usually it's done with ceramics, filling the breaks with a gold resin. When it comes to wands, they believe that the strength of the former owner is transferred, partially, into the wand, something that should be passed on. What they do is take wands from those that have died, the families usually bring them in, and then they 'chose' their new owner. However, though the wand is a perfect fit, like any 'new' one, they want you to add what makes part of you as well. In my case, it was adding one of my owl's feathers initially, because we've been together so long. Then, when I got Poe, I had one of his added as well. They repaired what they did to add the new cores with a gold resin. So, not only do you have the powers of the cores, you get the power from the former owner.” PJ explained as he ate, shooting a glare Snape's direction as he did.
Picking up his wand, he said, “Mine's from the Sengoku period, the Warring States Era in Japan. It's ancient and powerful. And it fits me better than the new wand I got the first time. The school suggested to all of us we get a different wand after graduation because we weren't the same as when we came in, thus it might not fit as well. They also encouraged that we do it in the Far East, as those seemed to work better for so many because they work differently with wands. I just traded mine for this one.”
“Fascinating,” Remus said honestly, eying the elaborately carved wand. “What cores do you have, aside from the ones you mentioned?”
“Hair of an inuyoukai and a tail hair from a kitsune,” PJ told him with a grin.
“Inuyoukai?” Sirius asked, scratching his chin and looking at the wand. What PJ explained was fascinating, though. Definitely different than what they did.
Sighing, PJ shook his head then said, “It's not easily translated into English. Inu is dog. The closest you can translate youkai into English is demon. It's not our version of a demon though. More like a race of supernatural beings. They can be anything too. From dogs to horses to dragons. Mine's just a dog demon hair. And, before you ask, a kitsune is a fox shifter. A trickster.”
“Utterly fascinating,” Remus said honestly, still eying the wand. “The runes on it—do you know what they say?”
“They aren't runes, it's Kanji,” PJ told him, setting his wand down. “They say strength and sacrifice. That's tied into the woods for it; sugi and hinoki, forms of Japanese cypress.”
“You said your Patronus is tied into that at one point. How? I know how we teach that, so I don't understand how it ties to your wand,” Remus asked, genuinely wondering about it.
“The inuyoukai hair is the dominant wandcore because of the power of it. It's more powerful than the kitsune. So, I have an inuyoukai as a Patronus,” PJ started, feeding Poe bits off his plate. “As a Patronus is a protector, the dominant wandcore is what is used as that. Thus my Patronus is an inuyoukai. It pulls from the wand, not you, because of the way they craft them.” Shrugging, he said, “They do some bits different there. It also gives me some other spells I can use to tie in with it for protection.”
Grinning, Sirius nudged his godson then said, “You have to know this is coming—show us!”
Laughing, PJ picked up his wand and cast the Patronus. In seconds, a massive inuyoukai with stripes on its muzzle filled the kitchen, standing behind him, teeth bared. Grinning at the awed looks, including one that could only be described as a stunned one from Snape, he said, “It's bigger outside. About the size of some dragons.”
“Well, we now know what an inuyoukai looks like,” Sirius laughed, eying the massive furry dog Patronus.
Canceling the spell, PJ sipped more coffee before tossing some food to Poe.
Looking at the space where the massive luminescent dog demon had been, Severus then glanced at the man sipping coffee before eying his wand more closely. Though he wouldn't say it aloud, it was fascinating to listen to. He wanted to press on though. “So, did you go to Japan for school? Or was it elsewhere?”
“Elsewhere,” PJ said shortly. “We just spent some time one summer in Japan during break.”
“Where did you go? I don't think I’ve heard of a school that recommends you change your wand,” Snape said, trying to get information. The furthest back Granger could trace the man was Berkeley, so he was hoping to get more.
“I don't talk about that,” PJ told him bluntly, tone icy once more, looking in his direction. “That's standard for the school because of who goes there and how they protect their students.”
Eyes narrowing as he looked at PJ, Severus didn't like his tone or the fact he was getting nowhere. “Surely just telling someone where you went won't endanger you,” he sneered. “Where we went speaks to our abilities.”
“And with what's going on all over the world, some people send their children where they can get the most protection,” PJ spat right back, voice a low snarl. “That's the case for the school I went to. We don't talk about it, period. And I don't see where I went to school is a big deal. Unless you're being nosy and feel it's your right to know.” Honestly, he didn't need this shite. Snape's attitude still rubbed him the wrong way and he wasn't about to put up with it.
Knowing the fight was now brewing as Severus was looking thunderous and even PJ appeared angry, Remus glanced at Sirius, who was glaring at Severus as well, then decided to change topics. “Sirius mentioned that you have to go get some books and such for research. Any idea where to get them or are you just hunting around?” Remus asked, hoping that ended the brewing confrontation.
“I do,” PJ nodded. After shooting Snape a dark look, he focused on Remus. “I know of a couple places to get them. My publisher recommended them, actually. They specialize in the area I'm researching. So, they should have about everything I need I would think.”
“We can tend to that this afternoon,” Sirius told him, patting him on the shoulder. He then shot Snape a look that said to drop it. “You mentioned finding a gym?”
“That I need to handle,” PJ nodded. “There's one not far from here. I saw it yesterday when we were out. That should be fine and have what I need.” Sighing, he added, “And I have to stop at my publishers to get the waivers sent to the Ministry for the mobile and laptop so I don't get in trouble. Or have people get sniffy about it again.” He was thinking about Hermione when it came to that. “They'll handle it for me. I just need to sign the forms. I don't think that'll take more than a half an hour.” Grinning, he added, “And I think that's the last of it other than personal stuff and appointments I have to handle next week.”
“Good,” Sirius chuckled. “This won't be too bad, I don't think. How much more personal stuff do you need to deal with? I know you said there was some.”
Thinking that over, trying to remember all he had to do, PJ shook his head, “Not much, I don't think. Most of that's in the works. I have one I have to deal with soon. There are other chunks I need in place first, though.” He was thinking about his aunt with that. “The other—it's done from my end other than signing some papers over it. Then there is just the business stuff we talked about. That's in the States though. Nothing to worry about there. It just comes to settling down and getting used to it again is all.”
“The States?” Severus asked, curious. “You're commuting to work?”
“No,” PJ told him flatly, shooting him another look. He didn't like the questioning, but knew the reason behind it so he would give it up. That might get the man off track. “I have to get the picture taken for the back cover of my next novel. Then I have an interview with a State-side paper about it.”
“Are you going to be doing anything like that here?” Sirius asked, curious about that.
“Probably not,” PJ sighed. “My 'fan base' is in the States. Anything that has Muggle influences when it comes to books doesn't do well in the UK. So, we push there and not here. No sense in trying with something that won't work.”
“They don't know what they’re missing,” Remus said honestly.
“You go with what you know is going to work, not press for the area it'll be a struggle with,” PJ shrugged. “If they want me to do something, they'll set it up. We'll see.”
“Lupin mentioned you're looking into Jack the Ripper. Why that?” Severus asked, curious, figuring that was a more neutral topic. Though it wouldn't get him too much information, he could get a better feel for the man.
“Yeah,” PJ nodded. “Looking into one of the more bizarre theories of who committed the crimes and using that as a base. That narrows down the scope of what I need to look up as there is so much out there about the crimes that it's hard to sort through. I'll see what I can find on the Jill the Ripper theory. If I can't, I'll come up with something to make it sound good.”
“You're going to have to fill me in on the base,” Sirius chuckled, shaking his head. “I've not heard of it.”
“I've got a couple of books upstairs you can read. It gives the basics in the first couple of chapters,” PJ told him.
“Why those nasty crimes?” Severus asked, genuinely curious.
“Anything about the Ripper tends to sell well and people like it, no matter how strange,” PJ sighed. “Besides, there are so many theories out there about it, as it's still unsolved, that it's fun to work with. The same with the others I've done.”
Understanding somewhat, Snape nodded. It wasn’t information that would help anything, but gave them a feel for the man. He then began to ask about the inspiration for the other books, making sure to add in questions about other areas that might help give clues about his past. As it was, other than the attitude, it just shored up everything he and Albus had heard about the man. He would pass that on, of course, and they could press on from here as it was obvious there were no ties to the other side of this mess. That didn't mean they would stop digging, though. It always behooved you to make sure you covered everything and knew what was going on. Especially with the brewing war looming.

After Snape left and Poe went to terrorize more pigeons, PJ sighed. “Next time he comes over, don't wake me. I can't take that arse first thing in the 'morning',” he groused to Sirius, shaking his head.
“Yeah, well, no one can take him, any time of day. Mornings are worse though,” Sirius chuckled. “I think it worked, though. It shored up everything we've given so far. We'll see. The next mess will be Albus himself. That I think we can manage. Nothing to worry about.”
“I hope,” PJ snorted.
“It's still new. Give it some time to settle. After a few weeks, everyone will figure out you're not a spy or something then leave it alone,” Remus schooled gently. “With this being Order headquarters, it's not unanticipated that people want to make sure.”
“Yeah, I get it,” PJ nodded. “Just not what I need first thing after waking.”
“What do you say we go get those books? That will keep us occupied. Then we can tend to the rest. After that, you can lay back down,” Sirius said, looking at his godson.
“Let's do that,” PJ nodded, finishing his coffee.

Sitting on the windowsill in the room he shared with Sirius, PJ watched the backyard as night fell. Sirius and Remus were tending to something or other, he wasn't sure what, dealing with the Order. As he wanted no part of that and didn't want to know, he came up to lay down for a while. They had dinner already, so he thought a nap would do him good before he sat down to write for the night.
Shutting his eyes, he slumped, leaning against the sill. He had talked to Toonie not long ago. That had gone well, though she was apprehensive about him staying in the UK. He promised to explain it to her when they saw each other in the next week or so. And he assured her he was safe. Taking that for what it was, she accepted it, though cautioned him to be careful. He thought she understood why he chose to do this, but would explain it completely when they met up.
Thinking about the choice that had just turned his life inside out, he couldn't help but focus on Sirius. That was great, of course. He wanted to spend time with his godfather and get to know him. He had longed for that since he left the UK. It wasn't how he expected though. He had tainted that with letting that night in the hotel happen. Because it was something he couldn't get out of his mind.
All he kept thinking about was how it felt and how exciting it was. In fact, he was dreaming about doing it again. He liked that, of course. It was odd, he would admit it, as no one had done that to him before. If he thought about it, he supposed that was probably part of the allure. And he would admit to himself that he wouldn't be averse to doing it again either. It bothered him that he wasn't—well, bothered by that. That was the only way he could describe it. He'd work with it though.
Straightening up, he sighed and shook his head. He was tired, all there was to it. Sleep—he needed it. If he didn't get a nap, he would be worthless at writing and his mind would focus on the sex bit with Sirius too much for him to accomplish anything. As it was, he was fighting that anyway. If he was tired, it would make it worse. Nope, he couldn't let that happen. It was over and they were moving on from it to something new. He would focus on that and enjoy it!
Standing, he stretched with a groan. Saying goodnight to the birds, he lay down and shut his eyes. Now he just hoped he wouldn't have a dream about his godfather that had him waking with a hard-on!
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