Track 9

Harry was about halfway to Gryffindor Tower when realization finally struck him. He�d just willingly kissed Snape. No, worse than that � he�d practically sexually assaulted the man! He stopped short and leaned up against a wall, starting to hyperventilate. Snape was going to murder him. He was going to sneak into Gryffindor Tower in the middle of the night and kill Harry in his sleep.

He was still like that when Professor Lupin found him.

"Harry�Harry! Relax! You�re going to make yourself pass out!" Remus said, shaking the seventh-year gently. It didn�t help much, but Harry at least started breathing normally again. Unfortunately, he started babbling nonsensically to make up for it. Remus sighed in frustration before deciding to bring the distraught young man back to his and Sirius�s rooms.

"Harry? Harry, what happened?" Sirius asked as Remus led the deathly pale boy into their quarters.

"Guh," Harry replied. Sirius blinked twice and looked at Remus questioningly. His mate shrugged.

"This is pretty much how I found him," Remus said. Sirius frowned, turning his attention back to his godson. Suddenly, an idea struck him.

"Did someone try to make you sing again, Harry?"

"Gah," Harry replied, shaking his head. Sirius frowned again.

"Well, then. I�m stumped."

"I�ll go make some tea," Remus muttered before pattering off to the kitchenette.

An hour and three cups of tea later, Harry finally spoke coherently.

"He�s going to kill me," he said before lapsing into silence.

Sirius and Remus exchanged worried glances. "Harry, who is going to kill you?" Remus asked in his most soothing voice.

"Snape," Harry rasped. Sirius�s expression turned murderous.

"What did the slime ball do to you, Harry? I�ll take care of�" he began.

"Nothing. He didn�t do anything," Harry broke in, his voice cracking. Remus gave him a puzzled look while Sirius looked at him skeptically.

"Then why do you think he�s going to kill you, Harry?" Remus asked as Sirius took a sip of his tea.

"I kissed him," Harry replied, dazed. Sirius spat his tea out, showering poor Remus.

"You WHAT?!"

"Now, Siri, calm down, love. I�m sure there�s a perfectly�"

"The bastard! I�ll kill him! Taking advantage of Harry like that!"

"Siri�"

"He didn�t take advantage of me," Harry mumbled. Sirius looked at him incredulously.

"Harry, now is really not the time to be protecting the git�"

"Padfoot, let Harry finish."

Harry swallowed hard. "I�m not trying to protect him. I�I kissed him, not the other way around. And now he�s going to kill me."

Sirius looked at his godson with stunned disbelief. Remus forced himself not to smile as he took one of Harry�s hands in both of his.

"�Was he any good?"

"REMUS!" Sirius�s attention quickly shot over to his bonded. "What are you SAYING?!"

"Actually, he wasn�t all that bad�"

"HARRY!" The animagus�s attention returned to his godson, horrified.

Remus nodded knowingly. "I thought as much," he chuckled, then turned back to Sirius as he squeaked in horror. "Oh, relax, Siri. I�m not leaving you for him." Sirius�s mouth opened and closed much like a fish�s, emitting strange squeaking sounds. Remus shook his head, then turned back to Harry. "So, do you like him?"

Harry swallowed hard as Sirius groaned. "I�don�t know." Remus nodded again. Sirius shook his head, and began muttering to himself.

"I must be dead. This must be hell. Or some sort of nightmare. This can�t be real. This isn�t happening. This isn�t my Harry. This isn�t my Moony. This isn�t my life. This can�t be real�"

Remus rolled his eyes, but decided to leave Sirius to his own devices for a little while longer while he took care of Harry. "Don�t mind him. He just needs to get used to the idea." Suddenly, the werewolf stood and pulled Harry into a hug. "Our little Harry is all grown up!" he sniffled, petting the top of Harry�s head. Harry looked up, bewildered.

"So, you don�t hate me?" he asked timidly.

Remus laughed. "Of course not, Harry! Why would I hate you? Besides," and here his voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, "he does have a nice arse, doesn�t he?" Harry blushed deeply and Sirius began to splutter. "So, why don�t you give me all the details?"

"Remus, have you gone mad?" Sirius asked, but Remus ignored him.

Harry took a deep breath, and began telling his godfathers everything that happened from the moment he�d reached the dungeons to the time Remus had found him. He looked up when he was finished to see Remus looking thoughtful and Sirius looking downright traumatized.

"So, you see why he�s going to kill me?" Harry finished. Remus sighed, but nodded.

"For the record, I don�t think he�ll actually kill you, Harry," Remus said, still thinking. "Besides, he did kiss you back, didn�t he?"

Harry blushed. "Well, it all happened very fast�"

"But not too fast for him to get his hands on your arse," Remus pointed out. Sirius very nearly began sobbing.

"My poor Harry�my poor, poor Harry�"

"Oh, Sirius, do be quiet," Remus scolded him. Harry looked between the two of them, then turned back to Remus.

"You really think he won�t try to kill me in my sleep? You think it�s safe for me to go back to the dormitory?"

Remus smiled. "Yes, I think it will be perfectly safe for you to return to the dormitory. And it is getting late�"

Harry nodded his understanding and made for the door. Before leaving, he turned back to his two godfathers and smiled. "Good night. Thank you," he said softly before stepping into the hall and closing the door behind him. Remus smiled wistfully.

"Remember when we were like that, Padfoot? �Padfoot?"

"�James is going to kill me."