HP fanfic: Protection (Remus/Sirius)
Title: Protection
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairing: Remus/Sirius, Harry
Summary: In which Harry is scared of a mother duck, and Sirius is scared of something else. Written for rhye for HogwartsIsHome Writer's Block Fic Exchange
Word Count: 1011
Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at this pairing (not to mention first attempt at writing something in 30 mins), and it came out fluffier than expected.
Remus laid on his back, arms stretched behind his head. It was a brilliant day out, with not a hint of the rain they'd had the last four days. The sky was a clear blue, and the clouds were nearly as fluffy as those in Harry's picture books.
"When did Lily say she and James would be back?"
Remus stopped daydreaming and sat up, stretching and taking a deep breath of fresh air as he turned to look at Sirius. "By six. Why?"
"I was just thinking that perhaps we should get Harry back and cleaned up. You know how Lily is when we bring him back all filthy."
Remus smiled. Lily was certainly a force to be reckoned with. She was likely the only woman on earth strong--and patient--enough to deal with James. That their marriage would be long and happy was not a matter of question. "You scared of her?"
Sirius glared at him, breaking the glance to look over at Harry, who was laughing gleefully at a duckling he'd chanced upon. "I'm not scared of anyone. Least of all Lily Evans."
"Lily Potter," Remus reminded him. It had been years, and still he called James' wife by her maiden name. Remus wondered if it was some passive-aggressive thing, an unconscious distancing from the woman who had taken James away from Sirius. Sometimes, he joked that Sirius was even more devoted to James than he was to Remus. The accusation generally earned him a firm kiss (and sometimes a swat on the arse) to dispel that notion.
"She'll always be Lily Evans to me," Sirius said with a shrug. "Like you'll always be Moony."
Remus shrugged and laid back down. The way Sirius still used their old nicknames was sort of endearing, if not a bit childish. Not that he thought there was anything that could ever make Sirius ever really grow up. He gazed contentedly up at the sky and tried to discern shapes from the clouds. The one directly above him now looked like a goblet. Or perhaps a candleholder. Sirius was better at this game. He always saw the best things, the ones Remus didn't see until they were suggested.
A loud wailing snapped him out of his reverie, and before he even had a chance to sit up and grab for his wand, Sirius was off the blanket and running across the grass to where Harry now stood, backing away from a duck. A duck who did not appear to like the idea of a one year old chasing around her duckling.
"Shoo!" Sirius yelled, flailing one arm at the duck and picking up Harry with the other. Harry's crying let off the second he was hoisted up, and he nestled his face in Sirius' chest. Remus spared a second--now that he knew Harry was fine--to think that the image of Sirius chasing after a duck (one who was now quacking quite angrily and flapping as it ran the other direction) would be engrained into his memory forever, and he tried not to smile.
He was standing by the time Sirius brought Harry back over to their blanket. "Bloody feathered menace," Sirius muttered, stroking Harry's hair back from his forehead. "Did she scare you, Harry?"
The child looked up at his Sirius and shook his head, no matter that he had been crying only a few moments ago. Remus sighed. Great. Harry would take after his godfather in that respect--never admitting to being afraid of anything. Come to think of it, that wasn't much unlike either of his biological parents, either. "Good boy," Sirius said, with a large smile.
"He's not a puppy, you know. You don't have to say 'good boy' to him as if he were."
Sirius gave him a rugged grin. "I know he's not. But I like hearing it often enough, you know. Why do you think I enjoy my Animagus form so much?"
"I thought it was for the belly rubs, honestly."
Sirius gave Remus a light smack on the arm. "Funny. Come on. We should have him cleaned and fed before James and Lily arrive back from their date night." He shifted Harry in his arms. "Want to go, Harry?"
"No!" Harry's bright green eyes shone with defiance and glee. It had been his first word, to absolutely no one's surprise. The attitude came from James. And he heard the word Merlin knew how many times daily. Usually from Lily, and usually sounding something like, "James, no!" or "Don't, James." Remus thought that by the time the boy reached school age, the professors at Hogwarts would have their hands full, trying to make the boy follow any sort of rule. He did not envy them, and was grateful he would never be amongst their ranks.
"Too bad, Harry," Remus said, holding out his arms for the boy. Harry held onto Sirius tighter for a moment, then launched himself into Remus' embrace. He loved to jump from one person to another, even if the other set of arms wasn't entirely ready for him. Reckless. Another of his godfather's traits. It had been one of James' traits as well. Fatherhood had trained some of that out of him. "Off to home we go. Time for supper, and then a bath." And some of Sirius' expertise in spells that removed grass-stains. "Can't be home too late. Your mum would have our heads."
"And between the two of us, Harry," Sirius whispered as he spelled their things into the picnic basket at their feet, "your mum can be scarier than a whole flock of ducks."
"I thought you said you weren't scared of her," Remus said, setting Harry on the ground and taking his small, grubby hand in one of his. Harry tolerated the hand-holding well enough, though Remus knew he would rather be off and running on his own.
Sirius grabbed his other hand and smirked. "So I lied. Besides, I have you to protect me."
Remus squeezed Sirius’ hand. “Love can be powerful protection, I suppose.”
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairing: Remus/Sirius, Harry
Summary: In which Harry is scared of a mother duck, and Sirius is scared of something else. Written for rhye for HogwartsIsHome Writer's Block Fic Exchange
Word Count: 1011
Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at this pairing (not to mention first attempt at writing something in 30 mins), and it came out fluffier than expected.
Remus laid on his back, arms stretched behind his head. It was a brilliant day out, with not a hint of the rain they'd had the last four days. The sky was a clear blue, and the clouds were nearly as fluffy as those in Harry's picture books.
"When did Lily say she and James would be back?"
Remus stopped daydreaming and sat up, stretching and taking a deep breath of fresh air as he turned to look at Sirius. "By six. Why?"
"I was just thinking that perhaps we should get Harry back and cleaned up. You know how Lily is when we bring him back all filthy."
Remus smiled. Lily was certainly a force to be reckoned with. She was likely the only woman on earth strong--and patient--enough to deal with James. That their marriage would be long and happy was not a matter of question. "You scared of her?"
Sirius glared at him, breaking the glance to look over at Harry, who was laughing gleefully at a duckling he'd chanced upon. "I'm not scared of anyone. Least of all Lily Evans."
"Lily Potter," Remus reminded him. It had been years, and still he called James' wife by her maiden name. Remus wondered if it was some passive-aggressive thing, an unconscious distancing from the woman who had taken James away from Sirius. Sometimes, he joked that Sirius was even more devoted to James than he was to Remus. The accusation generally earned him a firm kiss (and sometimes a swat on the arse) to dispel that notion.
"She'll always be Lily Evans to me," Sirius said with a shrug. "Like you'll always be Moony."
Remus shrugged and laid back down. The way Sirius still used their old nicknames was sort of endearing, if not a bit childish. Not that he thought there was anything that could ever make Sirius ever really grow up. He gazed contentedly up at the sky and tried to discern shapes from the clouds. The one directly above him now looked like a goblet. Or perhaps a candleholder. Sirius was better at this game. He always saw the best things, the ones Remus didn't see until they were suggested.
A loud wailing snapped him out of his reverie, and before he even had a chance to sit up and grab for his wand, Sirius was off the blanket and running across the grass to where Harry now stood, backing away from a duck. A duck who did not appear to like the idea of a one year old chasing around her duckling.
"Shoo!" Sirius yelled, flailing one arm at the duck and picking up Harry with the other. Harry's crying let off the second he was hoisted up, and he nestled his face in Sirius' chest. Remus spared a second--now that he knew Harry was fine--to think that the image of Sirius chasing after a duck (one who was now quacking quite angrily and flapping as it ran the other direction) would be engrained into his memory forever, and he tried not to smile.
He was standing by the time Sirius brought Harry back over to their blanket. "Bloody feathered menace," Sirius muttered, stroking Harry's hair back from his forehead. "Did she scare you, Harry?"
The child looked up at his Sirius and shook his head, no matter that he had been crying only a few moments ago. Remus sighed. Great. Harry would take after his godfather in that respect--never admitting to being afraid of anything. Come to think of it, that wasn't much unlike either of his biological parents, either. "Good boy," Sirius said, with a large smile.
"He's not a puppy, you know. You don't have to say 'good boy' to him as if he were."
Sirius gave him a rugged grin. "I know he's not. But I like hearing it often enough, you know. Why do you think I enjoy my Animagus form so much?"
"I thought it was for the belly rubs, honestly."
Sirius gave Remus a light smack on the arm. "Funny. Come on. We should have him cleaned and fed before James and Lily arrive back from their date night." He shifted Harry in his arms. "Want to go, Harry?"
"No!" Harry's bright green eyes shone with defiance and glee. It had been his first word, to absolutely no one's surprise. The attitude came from James. And he heard the word Merlin knew how many times daily. Usually from Lily, and usually sounding something like, "James, no!" or "Don't, James." Remus thought that by the time the boy reached school age, the professors at Hogwarts would have their hands full, trying to make the boy follow any sort of rule. He did not envy them, and was grateful he would never be amongst their ranks.
"Too bad, Harry," Remus said, holding out his arms for the boy. Harry held onto Sirius tighter for a moment, then launched himself into Remus' embrace. He loved to jump from one person to another, even if the other set of arms wasn't entirely ready for him. Reckless. Another of his godfather's traits. It had been one of James' traits as well. Fatherhood had trained some of that out of him. "Off to home we go. Time for supper, and then a bath." And some of Sirius' expertise in spells that removed grass-stains. "Can't be home too late. Your mum would have our heads."
"And between the two of us, Harry," Sirius whispered as he spelled their things into the picnic basket at their feet, "your mum can be scarier than a whole flock of ducks."
"I thought you said you weren't scared of her," Remus said, setting Harry on the ground and taking his small, grubby hand in one of his. Harry tolerated the hand-holding well enough, though Remus knew he would rather be off and running on his own.
Sirius grabbed his other hand and smirked. "So I lied. Besides, I have you to protect me."
Remus squeezed Sirius’ hand. “Love can be powerful protection, I suppose.”