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(HP) Headlining 1/1
Just popping in and popping out. Don't mind me -- I'm already gone again.

Headlining 1/1
By tsukinofaerii
Beta: lyakahime
Rating: SNUG
Generic/Humor
Warnings: Male/Male
Spoilers: No spoilers
Series: Harry Potter
Pairings: Sirius/Remus(Sirius), Harry/Draco(Harry)

Summary: After Voldemort's defeat, Sirius and Remus make the news. complete Short Story.

This story is a work of transformative fiction, such being defined as a work which incorporates characters and situations which have been created by other authors/artists. No infringement of copyright is intended and no profit is being made from the creation or dissemination of this work. Harry Potter was created and is owned by J.K. Rowling. It is used with respect and admiration for the work.

Author Notes: This was originally a sketch for the HMS Wolfstar, but I ran across it recently and felt that it deserved to be written as a one-shot.

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When Sirius strolled into the kitchen for his morning cuppa, Remus seemed to be reading the Prophet at their well-worn kitchen table, in the chair without the wobbly leg. They could afford better, but the chairs and table had been gifts from Remus' parents the first time they shared a flat. They had memories. Many fond moments and delicious desserts had been served on the table (or on a person on the table, which really wasn't much different as far as Sirius could be buggered). So the table stayed, and the chair kept its wobble, and Remus merely smiled and always took the good chair should he have the opportunity.

As always, the werewolf was angled to catch the arch of sunshine that fell from the kitchen window. Sirius always thought Remus had an unusual liking for brilliant sunlight, especially in morning-time before decent people were awake. Really, for a creature of the night, it was simply peculiar. Especially since the creature in question had only two skin tones: pale and boiled lobster.

"Awake already, Moony?" the ex-convict asked companionably, pouring himself tea from the charmed kettle and trying to ignore the dancing flowers on it. It steamed in the cool air. "It's barely half of ten. How long've you been mucking about in here?"

Remus' failed to answer. Sirius tried again, in the hopes that the article was simply that good. "You could have tried waking me if you couldn't sleep. I only would have hexed you once. Well, maybe twice." He paused. "Three times at most."

Still silence. Eerie silence. Un-Remus silence. Usually by now Moony would have commented, whether to hush him or to enumerate his lover's failings with regard to rising with the dawn, and Sirius would have started a train of thought on reverse vampires and the world would be as it was meant to be. Stirring his tea with a spoon, Sirius decided to try one last time before doing something drastic. After all, it would be a shame to waste perfectly good whipped cream. It might bring back the beetle problem they'd been having of late.

"Moony?" He poked Remus in the shoulder. The shoulder moved, but no response came from the werewolf in question. "Hullo, Moony! Are you in there?" Still nothing. "Hm." A headline in the newspaper caught his attention. His name glared back at him, the rest of the line hidden by Remus' hands. "What-ho... What have we here?" With infinite care no one would believe of the man that once destroyed an entire wedding cake, he pried the paper out of his lover's grip. Remus' fingers remained curled and unmoving, though empty. Curiousity aroused, Sirius started reading the short article.

Heroes of the Second War: Where Are They Now?
Forbidden Love: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin come Out of the Closet

Rita Skeeter

Sirius Black, ex-escaped convict, ex-Auror, ex-dead man and Godfather of the Boy Who Lived, holds his lover, Remus Lupin, werewolf and ex-Professor, close as they relate their story. Now that You-Know-Who has been defeated, they agreed to bring their illicit love out of the bedroom, in hopes that it will inspire other hidden trysts to come forth. Black, who seems to speak for the shy werewolf in most matters, says, "Neither of us could imagine living without the other's sweet sweet manlove."

Lupin's eyes shine with luminescent tears when Black speaks of his isolation and imprisonment in Azkaban. "I knew he didn't do it," Lupin explains, "but werewolves aren't allowed in Azkaban except as prisoners."

"It was Moonie's love for me that got me through," Black declares loudly, provoking yet another set of tears from his emotional partner. "At the end, I bent the bars of Azkaban to return to his arms. Even death couldn't keep us apart."

They plan to move into a little flat in San Fransico, USA, after Harry Potter, their beloved mutual Godson, graduates Hogwarts. There they will invest their savings in Male Pregnancy Potion research, in the hopes of bringing about a litter of little escape-artist werewolves. This reporter wishes them the best of luck in their new life.

Next Sunday: Rita interviews the ghost of Albus Dumbeldore.

***

The sun was high in the sky when Harry knocked on his Godfather's front door with the Daily Prophet clenched in his fist. "Padfoot? Remus? Are you home?" Sirius' new bike sat in the drive. Remus hardly ever went anywhere without Sirius and Sirius never went anywhere without his bike, so he assumed they must be in.

Though still technically a student since he'd missed seventh year fighting Voldemort, McGonagall decided that he could come and go as he pleased from the grounds, so long as he attended classes and didn't cause trouble. In addition to frequent trips to see his Godfather, this ensured that any trouble happened off-campus. Beyond the watchful eyes of McGonagall, they remained mostly uncaught.

This time, Harry had come without any of his friends. He'd left a note by Ron's bedside to reassure them, but he wanted to discuss the Prophet with Sirius in privacy. He didn't believe anything Skeeter had ever written, including her first alphabet, but Hermione would say that them living together was suspicious and Ron would simply blurt it out and everyone would be embarrassed. Other friends, more private friends, were simply out of the question entirely.

Deciding he'd waited long enough, Harry knocked again, harder. The latch clicked and the door drifted open. Curiously, Harry poked his head in and glanced about before creeping into the main room. "Are you home?" Both bedroom doors stood wide open, showing empty beds. That left the kitchen. Harry drifted that way, glancing around.

When he looked in the kitchen, Sirius and Remus were at the table, dressed and looking perfectly normal. Harry squeezed the newspaper. "I didn't mean to bust in, but no one was answering the door, and there's the strangest article in the Prophet today..."

Neither man moved a centimeter. Now that Harry looked, Remus' fingers were clenched around empty air. Sirus' teacup had tipped sideways and emptied onto the floor. "Um. Er. ...Maybe this isn't a good time to mention Draco and I."

Something whimpered from Sirius' unmoving lips.

"What?"

Remus croaked, like a mummy clearing its throat after a thousand years. "Manlove."

Tortured anguish washed over Sirius' face. "Guh."