Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, otherwise I wouldn't have let Lily and James die, Sirius wouldn't have gone to Azkaban, and no one other than the evil people would have died. But that wouldn't have been much of a story now would it?
Warnings: AU, Slash (Sirius/Remus). If you don't like it, don't read it.
Pairings: Remus/Sirius and perhaps some James/Lily later on.
Author's Note: I've changed some of the timing around so it fits with my story. Hope you don't mind. Also, although this is a MWPP era piece, Peter will not feature in the story because honestly, I wouldn't know how to write him.
Enjoy, and please leave feedback!
There's A Hole In Your Logic – Jasmine Roselee
Chapter One: Abilene
It was the first day of the summer holidays, the sun was shining brightly and one Sirius Black stood on the outskirts of a small town with a piece of parchment clasped in his hand.
He looked down at the crumpled piece for the fifteenth time that minute.
24 Livetale Lane
The address was simple.
Dark hair swirled around his face in the light breeze as his gaze wandered over the small town before him.
Glancing down at the hastily scrawled address for the last time, he came to some apparent decision and started towards the town at a brisk pace.
Looking around him as he walked, Sirius identified signs of life; people behind curtained windows and even a few early risers already in the street.
Turning his mind away from the routines of the residents of Abilene, Sirius concentrated on trying to find his destination.
The last time he had been here had been quite a few years ago, and he was worried that he'd have to ask someone for directions. Concentrating on his memory of the cobble stone streets and looking around for any identifying landmarks, he didn't notice the boy coming towards him until their bodies had collided.
The boys rebounded off each other and stumbled backwards.
"Uh!" Sirius grunted.
"Oh! God – sorry!" said Sirius' partner in the collision. "I - I wasn't watching where I was going," the startled boy continued.
Sirius looked at the boy in front of him. His eyes darted over his body, taking in the mousy and slightly wavy hair, the lean figure and the hazelnut coloured eyes that stood out from underneath a roughly cut and tousled fringe. He reckoned they were about the same age, give or take a year.
Sirius shook his head slightly to return to the present as the boy shifted under his inspection and bent to pick up the books he'd obviously dropped when they ran into each other. Sirius noticing the books for the first time bent to help him.
"No, don't worry about it. I wasn't watching where I was going either," said Sirius, strangely hoping the boy wouldn't be upset.
"I noticed." The boy smiled slightly. "Where were you off to? You seemed to be in a rush," he asked straightening.
Sirius handed him his books and decided he might as well ask for directions. "I'm just looking for Livetale Lane. Could you tell me where it is?"
"Oh sure. It's actually just around the corner." He pointed to the other end of the street.
They stood looking at one another before the sound of a voice calling "Remus!" distracted them.
The boy before Sirius turned as he heard his name, and looked up to the girl coming down the steps of the house they had stopped in front of.
"Hello Lily," he smiled.
"What are you doing?" Lily asked, her eyes darting up the street.
Remus turned and was surprised to see the boy he'd collided with briskly walking away, already halfway down the street.
"Who is he?" asked Lily, reaching him and looking with Remus at the back of the retreating figure.
"No idea," Remus said absently.
"Oh. Well, we can find out later." Lily turned and smiled at him in slight exasperation. "Only you get up this early on the first day of the holidays!" she said. "Let's go inside."
Remus smiled somewhat sheepishly as Lily, clad still in her pyjamas, took his elbow and steered him into her house. His thoughts however were still with the mysterious boy he'd just met. Or rather, that his body had just acquainted itself with.
After he heard the girl call out to the boy he'd run into - who's name he now knew to be Remus - Sirius had taken his leave. He was still intent on getting to his destination - even if he had met a rather attractive boy in the process.
Sirius quietly scolded himself for thinking such things. He had more important things to worry about at that moment. Whether the next few minutes will go well, for example.
If he was honest with himself, he was actually happy that he'd gotten away from the boy and girl before introductions had had to be made. He wasn't ready to reveal his name just yet and people's prejudices against the Blacks, was precisely the reason. He wasn't like his family. He did not believe in the same things as the Blacks. That was why he was here; why he had left in the first place. Along with other reasons.
At the corner of the street Sirius turned to look back at the pair now entering the nice white house he had previously stopped before.
The boy was intriguing. Something in his eyes had drawn Sirius to him, though he was mightily confused as to what it was. He had however, a feeling that he hadn't seen the last of the boy yet.
Turning away, Sirius continued into the street he had been looking for. Attempting to dispel the thoughts of the mousy haired boy from his mind, he eyed the numbers on the right-hand side of the street. Stopping before a fence with a large grey '24' painted onto the letterbox he looked up at the house behind it. He knew he'd found the address written on the crumpled piece of parchment he'd held earlier, which surprisingly was still clutched in his hand. Vague memories flitted through his mind of the red door and neat garden.
He stood a while before the gate, suddenly anxious as to whether he should have let the people living inside know of his arrival beforehand, and wondering whether it was too early to visit.
Summoning up his courage however, he pushed open the gate and strode down the path towards the front door. He hadn't gone to all this trouble just to back out now.
Standing in front of the red door, he raised his fist and knocked three times. He didn't have to wait long before he heard the sounds of someone coming down the stairs.
He stood back a bit; fixing his expression to one he hoped didn't look too pleading. He really wanted this to go well. The door swung open and he looked at the woman in front of him. He heard her quiet gasp of surprise and smiled slightly.
"Si-Sirius? What on earth are you doing here?"
"Hey Andy," Sirius said with a small smile. "Long-time-no-see."
She stared at him for a few seconds more then seeming to realise that he was still standing outside, beckoned him in. "Come on, we can't have my favourite cousin standing out there for ever."
Thankfully he stepped inside and she closed the door. So far, so good, he thought.
He was still rather apprehensive of her reaction however and stood warily watching her. Suddenly she flung her arms around him and cried "Oh Sirius!"
After a while of hugging, (in which Sirius hugged right back since it was so good to finally have someone want to actually touch him, let alone hug him), Andromeda Tonks pulled away, and yet again studied her cousin.
"You still haven't answered my question, you know. What are you doing here?" she asked.
Seeing no bitterness, suspicion or accusation in her eyes, Sirius relaxed slightly. "Well, I sort of – um – ran away."
Her reaction was to be expected. "YOU WHAT!?"
Sirius smiled meekly at her. "Maybe we should sit down?" he ventured. They were still standing in the hall way and on his suggestion she grabbed his hand and pulled him into a nearby room.
"Sirius Black, you explain yourself this instant," she demanded as she pushed him towards a couch. Taking a seat in the arm chair opposite, she gave him a very concerned look.
Taking a deep breath, Sirius began the explanation that he knew he had to make.
"I hated it there Andy. I was different from everyone in the family. I didn't share the same opinions, I didn't think the same way. You know what it's like as a Black. People respect you out of fear. They don't see past the name. They think we're all arrogant, and rich, and unfeeling. I'm not like them Andy. They treated me like shit because I didn't agree with them. I hated all their pureblood fantasies. I couldn't handle it anymore. I had to get away."
His stream of consciousness ebbed away and he looked up from the floor.
She was silent so he went on, almost pleading. "You did it too, Andy. You ran away too."
They were silent for a while, and then Andromeda got up and came and sat down next to Sirius. She hugged him.
"Do they know?" she asked finally.
"I left yesterday and spent the night at the Leaky Cauldron. I assume they'll start to get the picture that I'm gone in about a week unless the house elves mention I'm missing."
She smiled sadly at that. The Black's really were a twisted family.
"You were the only person I could think of who would understand, so I came to you. I'm so sorry if you don't want this," he suddenly said as if realising for the first time that she may not want him around.
"Shh, no, no, Sirius. I don't mind at all. Us rebels gotta stick together," she said with a smile.
Sirius became suddenly uncharacteristically shy. "I was hoping – well – I was sort of hoping you could help me look for a place to stay, and a job perhaps as well," he said.
Andromeda looked at him in horror. "You've got to be joking! Sirius, I am not helping you find your own place!"
"You're right, I'm – I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
"What? No! Sirius, you're staying here with us! You can't expect me to let my favourite cousin live out on his own! Plus, we've got a spare bedroom that we've had no idea what to do with – you can just take that," she said.
"Really?" Sirius asked with a faint glimmer of hope. "Are you sure, really?"
"Of course, you silly duffer!" she said ruffling his hair.
At that moment a small girl of about five years, with magenta coloured hair came into the room; rather, she tripped into the room.
"Oh Nymphadora!" cried Andromeda as she went to help the girl up. "Come meet Sirius."
"Dora, this is Sirius, my cousin. Sirius, this is Dora, my daughter."
Sirius stared at her. "You're a mum!?" he said in astonishment.
Andromeda laughed. "Honestly, you shouldn't be that surprised. I have been married for six years, you know."
"Yeah, but…" he trailed off, looking at the girl in front of him. As he watched, her hair began to change from magenta to a dark almost black colour.
Andromeda laughed again. "Look! She likes you! She tends to copy the looks of people she likes."
Sirius was now looking at a very young, girl version of himself. It was quite disconcerting.
"So she's a Metamorphmagus," he said. "Never met one of those before." He smiled at the little girl who suddenly became extremely shy and ran out of the room.
Her mother laughed again at the antics of small children and stood. "Come on, we should get you some breakfast. You're probably starving."
Sirius followed her into the kitchen and sat at the bench watching her start to make pancakes. "You want some help?" he asked apprehensively.
"No, no, you go ahead and sit there like a good little boy." She grinned at him. "So you've never been in a muggle house before, have you?"
"Muggle?" Sirius asked in confusion.
"The man I married, Ted, he's a muggle-born remember?" she said in slight exasperation. "The whole reason I ran away and was blasted off the tree."
"Oh yeah," said Sirius grinning. "I'll expect that to happen to me too."
"Mmm. Well since he's muggle-born and we live in a mixed town, our house is pretty much as muggle as you get without lacking magic altogether. Abilene's where he used to live before Hogwarts and so we still have some of his old friends pop in from time-to-time." She smiled at him over the bowl of pancake mixture.
"I'm going to have a lot of fun showing you all this stuff," she said with a laugh. "Wait 'till you see the T.V. It'll blow your mind."
After breakfast, Andromeda did in fact show off her muggle appliances and had a great deal of fun watching Sirius examine them all. His reaction to the T.V was priceless – when she turned it on, he sat before it in wonder before banging his head on the glass trying to get into the show, convinced it was some sort of rectangular pensive. She nearly suffocated from her laughing fit when the phone rang and he jumped a mile into the air and proceeded to warily levitate the ringing (and "obviously cursed") object and lock it in a cupboard before she told him what it really was.
The rest of the day, Sirius spent unpacking his things from the shrunken trunks he'd had in his pocket and at 5.00pm, he met Andy's husband for the first time. He was unaccountably nervous and wanted to make a good impression but when Ted Tonks arrived home he wasn't at all surprised to see a random stranger in his house. Andy had apparently already informed him of his arrival.
"Nice to meet you Sirius. I've heard a great deal about you, and hope you feel at home here."
Sirius liked him instantly. He was warm, witty and totally accepting, nothing he'd expected a muggle-born to be like after years of hearing them being "nothing better than vermin".
After dinner, Sirius, quite overwhelmed with the day's events retreated to his room upstairs for some time on his own. His room was still rather plain but Andy had said they'd go shopping for some things in a few days.
I can't believe my luck, he thought. His amazement at being so quickly and warmly accepted by his cousin who he hadn't seen for years and her family had left him thinking that there might actually be decent people in the world. He felt warm and bubbly inside which was a very un-Sirius like way to feel. He put it down to good food.
Moving over to the window he looked out into the dark evening. His window faced the side of the house next door and he found himself looking down into a warm and inviting-looking kitchen. The angle that he was looking from showed him the bench and sink that ran under the window, part of the floor, and half of the left side of the kitchen. As he stood there watching, two legs clad in blue and white striped pyjamas walked into the kitchen. Sirius saw half of a fridge door open and then shut again and a few seconds later the unidentifiable person moved into Sirius' line of vision. He realised with a jolt that he was now looking at the half-naked form of the boy he'd bumped into that morning. Remus, his brain supplied. Remus was drinking out of a milk carton and his raised arm gave Sirius a clear view of his shirtless chest; lean muscles visible in the warm glow of the kitchen lamp.
As Sirius watched, Remus finished drinking and moved to the sink to rinse out the carton. Sirius could make out faint small, randomly placed scars on the boy's chest and upper arms and his eyes wandered over the boy's relaxed face, his lightly tanned chest and slipt down to the waist band of his pyjama pants which hung loosely around slender hips. As his eyes lingered there, Sirius bit his lip and tried to dispel the inappropriate thoughts forming in his mind. Much too soon for his liking however, Remus ended rinsing, turned off the kitchen light and exited the now dark room.
Now that he didn't have anything interesting to look at Sirius moved away from the window and began to change into his pyjamas. As he lay in his new bed a few minutes later, he couldn't help grinning as his thoughts returned to his mousy-haired neighbour. Didn't take long, did it? His inner voice said idly. Oh shut up, he told it. The guy's just very aesthetically pleasing, is all. But for the few minutes it took him to fall asleep, his mind stayed on the boy he didn't even know.
Sirius slept very well that night.
A/N: Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! Please let me know what you think of my story!
Please excuse any grammatical/spelling errors in this. My beta's in Italy of all places so she couldn't go over it and I really felt like posting something. I proof read but I do sometimes miss things.