A wake up kiss
Chapter one Finally
By: The amazing writers Abbie and JoJo
Summary: Sirius and Harry like each other and every one else knows except them. So what happens when Remus and Snape start to try to get them together?
Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, was once again sent to stay with his dreaded relatives for the duration of the summer, the Dursley's. Harry didn't even want to think of what was going through Dumbledore's head when he had shipped him off to this awful place. Especially since Voldemort was destroyed last year due to the combined efforts of Harry and the Order of the Phoenix, most of which he had become friends with during their time working together.
The final battle had taken place in the very same graveyard Harry had been port-keyed to in his fourth year. It was there where he had used the most gruesome of the Unforgivable Curses, the Avada Kedavra curse. The body that had fallen, curled on the ground, was not the body of Lord Voldemort, but that of Tom Riddle. After the fall of their precious master, the Death Eaters had scattered. Most had yet to be caught.
It was a day before Harry's seventeenth birthday, just a day before he would become a true wizard. The next day, Harry was also supposed be taking his official apparation test, pre-scheduled by the Ministry of Magic. While he was at Hogwarts, Order members and willing teachers all helped him learn the art of apparation, however this was a test, and Harry didn't even know who was taking him.
I know for sure the Dursley's aren't going to want to take me.
After he finished eating the pathetic, wilting salad, or 'health food' as his aunt put it, Harry loaded the dishwasher and retired to his room with a heavy sigh. He decided that postponing his homework for the rest of the summer was definitely not a good idea, so he searched his trunk and brought out his history of magic text book. Page nineteen; When did it become illegal for a wizard or witch to use witchcraft when they were underage?
Harry snorted at the irony.
Just as he was putting the finishing touches on his three foot long essay, the door bell rang and his clock buzzed, indicating it was indeed midnight.
Who in the hell is knocking at the door at this late hour?!
"Who in the bloody hell is visiting at this time of night?!" Roared Uncle Vernon. "Get it boy!"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Replied Harry, stifling a yawn.
Harry begrudgingly headed down stairs and opened the door. His jaw dropped at the sight of his godfather, Sirius Black, on the other side.
"Harry, aren't you going to be polite and let me in?" Sirius asked with a grin and raised eyebrow.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, come in...wait. What in the bloody hell are you doing here? Sirius don't you know you could be seen?!" Harry whispered viciously.
"Why, I'm coming to get you, of course! Unless you would rather stay here, that is? And didn't you read the paper? Any ... at all this week?"
"No, I stopped reading that crap. They tell too many lies. Now, what's this about getting me? You need to get out of here now!" Harry cried, flailing his arms in the air for effect.
"Well, you should. Then you would know that the Ministry caught Peter. Well, it's more like the Order caught Peter and turned him into the Ministry who then took all the credit. It's all over the Daily Prophet. They've been questioning him all week, double douses of Veritaserum, I hear. Yesterday, Fudge even publicly announced my innocence! All I had to do was go down to the Ministry of Magic, sign a few papers and I was a free man!
"I can't believe it! So your really free?!" Harry practically squealed.
"Looks that way. And that is why I am here." Sirius paused and glanced at his watch. "Exactly six minutes ago, you became of age. You can come and live with me if you want to. Tomorrow, well today, if you want we can go and get your apparation license. After that we can go back home, or apparate, all depends on weather or not you pass the test and you can open all of your presents." Sirius started to fiddle with his new robes and tilt his head down, talking to the floor. "So, how about it? Want to leave and live with me or stay here? I mean, I would understand if you want to stay here, but, I just thought I would offer; you know a change of surroundings might be nice..." Sirius didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence before Harry launched himself at Sirius and wrapped his arms around him in a hug.
"Sirius that is wonderful! I'm so happy. I already told you along time ago that I would love to live with you! Like I would really want to stay here, anyway."
This seemed to cheer Sirius up drastically.
"You would? Go get your stuff, and we can leave a note for your relatives." Sirius smiled.
Harry sprinted upstairs and pulled out his Hogwarts trunk, and started throwing books in when he suddenly stopped and hit himself on the head with his potions manuscript. He gave a small laugh and whipped out his wand. A few muttered words later and everything was packed neatly, ready to go. Harry promptly shrunk his trunk and placed it in his awaiting pocket.
"Ready" Harry hollered down the stairs to Sirius, completely forgetting the fact that is was one in the morning and the Dursley's were asleep.
It was then that Uncle Vernon's heavy footsteps could be heard thudding on the carpet, signaling his approach. A moment later two other sets of feet could be head trudging down the stairs.
"What in the bloody hell is going on here. And who in the hell is that?!" Uncle Vernon yelled, pointing rudely at Sirius with bits of spittle shooting out of his mouth.
"Why sir, I'm greatly offended. "Sirius began in a haughty tone. "You do not know the infamous Sirius Black? Then I shall have to introduce myself. I am Sirius Black; the devilishly handsome, ever cunning, King of pranks, Marauder himself." Sirius took a deep bow. While Harry's relatives jaws deeply dropped and eyes bulged.
"Oh and by the way, I also just happen to be Harry's godfather and I just happen to be taking him away from you." Sirius added as an after thought.
"No. Absolutely not! He will not be going. The boy is staying here!"
Sirius's grin faded a tad and his eyes seemed to darken.
"Harry is of age. He can do what ever he wants. And he does not want to stay here with you!" Sirius snarled.
"That's right! I'm a fully grow wizard now. I'm going whether you'll allow me to or not!"
And with that Harry whisked out his wand and froze his 'loving relatives' in place.
"I've wanted to do that for years." Harry chuckled.
"That's understandable. I would to as well if he was my uncle. More like a big blob of fat, then anything else." Sirius teased, waving his hand in the frozen Vernon's face.
"Actually, I have always really wanted to push the plate away from his face." Harry laughed.
"I can see you never succeeded in that area." Sirius giggled.
"Really, I never would have guessed."
"I have so much to tell you. Here hop in and I'll tell you on the way to the Ministry." Sirius said excitedly.
Stepping outside and slamming the door with a satisfying 'crash' that was sure to get the neighbors attention, Harry and Sirius walked out to a metallic, shiny, sports car parked in front of the perfectly cut lawn.
"Oh. My. God. Sirius, is that your car?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"Yeah. You like it?" Sirius asked smugly, his chest puffing out in obvious pride.
"Like it? I love it."
"Then stop gaping at it and get in it." Sirius taunted.
They drove in silence for a steady ten minutes until Sirius asked. "Do you want to listen to some music?"
"Sure."
"Wizarding Wireless Network or muggle radio?"
"I don't care. I'm not very familiar with either." Harry said, trying to remember some of the songs Dudley used to listen to.
"Well, neither am I, so let's listen to the muggle radio." Sirius said cheerfully.
He turned on the radio only to greeted by the loud obnoxious noise of country western. (I am sorry to all the country lovers. And I admit that there are some good country songs. But this isn't your fic. And in your fic you can make them love country if you like.)
They listened to about two seconds before they simultaneously burst out into fits of laughter.
"I think 100.3 is a good station." Harry said while trying to stop snickering.
Sure enough, when Sirius tuned onto 100.3 a pretty good rock song had just started playing. They listened to the radio for a while contently, both lost in thought about what their lives would be like now that they had the other. Gradually, Harry noticed something.
"Hey, Sirius why aren't we losing the station? Usually when people reach a certain area they loose the signal." Harry asked curiously.
As if on cue the radio lost the signal.
"Why thank you Harry for jinxing us" Sirius fake scowled.
Then the thing that had been nagging Harry in the back of the head popped into him mind.
"Well, what was it that you said you had to tell me?"
"And thank you for changing the subject, you little runt."
"Shut up and just tell me for Merlin's sake," Harry said sheepishly.
"OK I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to laugh." Sirius said laughing.
"OK." Harry said a little scared.
"Well, Moony came to me and," Sirius just burst into fits of laughing. "he told me," He started laughing again. " he told me" more laughter.
"Tell me before you get us killed!" Harry yelled, watching the road with anxious eyes.
"He told me," Sirius was clutching his stomach by now. " He told me he and," Tears of laughter were clotting by the corners of his eyes. "He told me he and (Laughter) are together."
"Moony and who?"
"Snape" Sirius chocked out, practically howling.
Harry joined Sirius, laughing so hard he was crying and his stomach hurt.
"You can not serious?"
" Actually I can. And that's my name, don't ware it out." He said in a sing-song voice.
"No, but are Moony and Snape really, really together?"
"Yes!" and they laughed some more.
"I knew something was going on in my third year. But this? I thought Snape hated Professor Lupin. But this, this is too much. The next time I see Remus¼"
Sirius shook his head in amusement.
Then Harry had to ask.
"Sirius, where do you live?"
"Oh a little house on the outside of London, so the muggle's won't bother us. If they try to come near the house I have protection on the house so nobody can see what is going on in the back yard. It's a lot like the protections spells on Hogwarts and the Quidditch World Cup. That way, you can practice quidditch whenever you want."
"Really? I could practice quidditch?" Harry asked, already planning how early to get up and practice the next day.
"Yeah. We could play a game when some people come to visit if you want. But just having me on a team would make my team kick your teams arse. So, I don't know if you would want to play against me."
"Oh, and by the way my team would beat your teams butt." Harry said arrogantly.
"Is that a challenge?"
"Yes, why I think it is."
"Well then, bound by my Marauders' honor I must accept. The next time a few people come over, we'll pick teams. Until then, you'll just have to wait to get your butt pummeled into the ground."
"Oh and Sirius?"
"Yeah."
"Your going down!" Harry shouted.
"We'll have to see."
"Oh and Sirius?"
"Yeah Harry?"
"Thanks."
"Your welcome. But for what?" He asked.
"For everything. For taking me away from there, and just being you."
"No problem, Harry."
The rest of the ride was spent in companionable silence.