Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine.

So, I will get back to Is It Too Late to Start Over? this week, but I was tired of writing a bunch of baby stuff. (My own fault, I know. :P) So I wrote this weird story with a weird pairing that I wasn't too sure about posting. But I liked writing it, so as Squidward would say, "Well, here you go." :)

That Explains A Lot…

The War was over. He was finally free. Part of being declared innocent also meant finally receiving treatment for his time in Azkaban and the effects of the Veil. It wasn't a cure all, but it was better than what he could get while hidden away at Number 12.

St. Mungo's had a special room for those seeking to erase magical damage with their new treatment. The walls were all a startling white, and he had to lie floating above his bed for several hours, basking in pure healing magic. Harley said it reminded her of a giant Muggle tanning bed when she started teasing him about the special goggles he had to wear to keep himself from going blind from the light.

"I'll be right here waiting," Harley said before he went in. Now that she didn't have Voldemort to chase after, she hardly ever left his side when she wasn't at school. She still hadn't forgiven herself for the Department of Mysteries Incident, which left him in a coma for nearly two years.

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "And not going to the Malfoys' hearing?"

Harley curled her lip in disgust. "I've been thinking. They don't deserve my testimony. They switched sides too little too late—"

"And you said you wanted to pay off your life debt to Narcissa." Sirius smirked at her scoff. "And Hermione will never forgive you if you disrupt the peace efforts. Again."

That made her scowl turn into a pout. He often said that Hermione was the Remus of the group. Harley huffed and folded her arms over her chest. "How was I supposed to know the Parkinsons were neutral? Pugsy tried to give me up! I had every right to call them pureblood Death Eater scum. If anything, Hermione should've told me—"

"You'll be finished before I am," Sirius pressed. Harley may be the hero of the wizarding world, but like himself, she had an occasional mean streak, which led to her not being well liked among the public. "Then, we can go on our trip to the country, and the only pureblood in sight will be our new dog… And me, of course," he added when she raised a thin eyebrow. "Hmm… Looks like you'll be outnumbered, Ley."

Her pout lasted about half a minute longer before turning into a reluctant smile. "Then the dog will be a girl. A bitch like me."

"What happened to not believing everything the papers say?" Sirius joked, earning himself an eye roll as Harley rose to leave. "Remember, the sooner you get them pardoned, the sooner you never have to see them again."

Just as she reached the door, a healer opened the one behind him to tell him they were ready to begin the treatment. Harley looked worried. Sirius should've known that was a bad sign.

"Do you have any other magical damage?" a mediwitch asked as she held a clipboard and a quill. "Burns? Scars from hexes? If you've had your memory erased, your memories will return. Mrs. Longbottom can remember her son's name now."

Sirius wrinkled his nose as he put those stupid goggles on. "How would I remember if my memory was erased?"

She shrugged. "I have to ask."

"Right…"

Although the pure healing magic was exceptionally bright, Sirius somehow managed to fall asleep. What he was seeing had to be a dream, it had to be.

It was 1979 in early November. Sirius remembered that James was on a mission and had been missing for nearly three weeks. It was like he was unwillingly acting a scene out in a terrible play. He and Lily were drinking at the Potter home in Godric's Hallow. The Ministry had declared James dead after a charred body had been found in the forest near Malfoy Manor. They had yet to confirm it was James, but Lily identified her husband's smashed up glasses along with his wand, which was found several feet away.

Sirius remembered this time all too well. Lily and James had barely been married a year year. She was a wreck, and he was the only one who stuck around to make sure she was alright. This was when he started to become suspicious of Remus, thinking Peter was too weak to be the leak. The particular night he was witnessing though, wasn't too clear in his head. He and Lily had been drinking, and he thought he put her to bed before leaving to sleep it off at his flat.

"I-I spent more time hating the-the love of m-my life than act-actually l-l-loving him," Lily stuttered drunkenly before taking another swig of Ogden's Finest. "And now…"

Sirius, being Sirius, was equally drunk. Remus would've been the responsible one in the situation and would've put them to bed hours ago. But Remus wasn't here, and Lily was too heartbroken to think clearly.

"James made me promisssse," Sirius slurred, "to looks out for you if anything… you know. Happened."

"You can't even take care of a house plant." Lily started laughing rather loudly at her own joke but almost immediately burst into tears.

At first, Sirius was too drunk to notice she was crying. "I told him that you would have to take care of me if anything happened… Hey, Lily-Flower. Don't cry."

Lily froze mid-sob. Tears were still streaming down her face as she reached out to slap him. Only James called her Lily-Flower.

He grabbed her wrist to stop her though. There was no fiery anger in her bright green eyes, only sadness that matched his. The kiss was unexpected, but when she pulled away in shock at her own actions, he kissed her back. Everything else was a blur.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

James had stumbled home the next morning, skin and bones but otherwise unharmed. Later, he told them that Death Eaters were hunting a Muggle through the forest like an animal, and he was trying to put a stop to it. He dropped his wand in horror when he saw the man being burned alive, and since he was vulnerable, they were hunting him for the next few weeks after putting up anti-apparition wards around the forest. They must've conjured glasses to look like his to torture Lily.

Sirius blinked and covered his eyes, too hungover to handle the sunlight and his best friend's screams. He didn't even realize he was naked next to Lily until she started screaming in horror.

Before he could process this, James grabbed Sirius by his shoulders and threw him into the hallway. He was screaming at Lily, but Sirius was too sluggish to really process anything. When James finally opened the door, he was half a sleep, naked in the hallway.

Robes were thrown in his face, and Sirius's blurry vision could barely make out his best friend's messy hair, let alone the rest of him. "Get out," James spat. "I never want to see you again."

When he finally put the pieces together, Sirius didn't blame him.

Two weeks later, Sirius was living off Ogden's and old pizza when James showed up at his flat. He braced himself for the punches he deserved.

James immediately started crying. "You two are everything to me," he sobbed. "I-I don't want to lose you!"
"I'm sorry." There was nothing else he could say. He had no excuses, nothing that could make the situation better. He betrayed his best friend.

"Lily…" James paused a minute and started crying even more hysterically. As his best friend, he should be the one comforting him, not the source of his pain. He was the fuck up his mother always said he was. He ruined everything he touched. "I just want this to go away. I want to forget it ever happened."

"I'm sorry." Sirius looked at his feet. He didn't deserve to look at James, to call him his best friend. "I'll stay away from you from now—"

"No." James balled his fists and tried to force himself to stop crying. "You're my best friend… Lily… She asked me to obliviate her. And I did."

"What?" Sirius breathed out. He wanted this night to never have happened, but was it right to erase it from Lily's mind? To spend the rest of their lives acting like it never happened?

"And I was wondering." James swallowed and wiped his tears away with the sleeve of his shirt. "If you could obliviate me."

Sirius stared. So he was going to have to live with the guilt in silence for the rest of his life. He supposed he deserved that, but he wasn't sure if he could look James in the face ever again. "Is this… Is this what you want? To live a lie?"

James's eyes became distant, and Sirius both feared and hoped that he would change his mind. "It was a mistake. Lily explained it to me before… It shouldn't have happened, and if we don't remember, then it'll be like it didn't." His hazel eyes focused and became determined. "I want my life back."

"Okay…" Sirius lifted his wand and waited for James to nod, silently saying he was focusing on the horrible memory. This was so wrong, but he couldn't argue with his best friend, the man he hurt so much. "Obliviate!"

James was in a daze, so Sirius sent him home, mumbling that he still needed time to recover. He spent the rest of the day wallowing in self-pity until Remus came over.

"So…" Remus cleared his throat and blushed. "Uh, James wrote to me last night."

All the blood drained from Sirius's face. No… James wanted this to go away. He wouldn't have told Remus.

Remus cleared his throat again, obviously embarrassed. He was standing by the floo and kicked some of the soot that Sirius hadn't bothered to clean since he moved into the flat. "Ah…"

"I can explain," Sirius said hoarsely.

Remus turned a shade redder. "You could never just let them be." Sirius closed his eyes, preparing for the verbal assault that he deserved. "James said in his letter that you couldn't give them alone time when you heard he was alive. That you walked in on the two of them having… intercourse just as Lily was… finishing."

"He said what?" Sirius said stupidly.

Remus laughed awkwardly. "You know what I mean. He said he cancelled his welcome home party because you've made Lily uncomfortable. He was wondering if I could obliviate you for him."

Sirius gaped in shock. He didn't deserve to be freed from the memory, not like James. "But…"

"Come on, Padfoot." Remus rolled his eyes. "You really embarrassed Lily. She never wants to hear of it again. So can you please focus on the memory so we can get this over with?"

"Y-yeah." If he refused, Remus would think he was some sort of pervert. He was too ashamed to tell him the truth, too afraid that he would tell James what really happened. "Sorry. I thought I was just supposed to act like it never happened."

Remus shrugged. "I guess she wants you to unsee it, mate." He held up his wand. "Now, focus on the memory."

Sirius nodded numbly, thinking about what little he could remember. Being kissed by Lily, kissing Lily. James finding them, naked in bed.

"Obliviate!"

The Sirius in 1979 couldn't remember, but the Sirius in 1998 was struggling to get out of the memories, if they could be called that and not some medically induced side effect. Before he could break free, he had another flashback, one that hadn't been newly recovered.

It was Christmas. A month and seventeen days after the incident. It was a rare moment that everyone was together. They were drinking spiked eggnog, and Sirius was tipsy and trying to get Peter to climb the Christmas tree and kiss the angel. Lily wasn't having any eggnog.

"We have an announcement!" Lily said excitedly from her green armchair. James, smiling from ear to ear, sat on the edge of it and put his arm around her waist. "We're having a baby!"

Everyone started cheering, happy despite the fact that they were in the middle of a war. They needed something to look forward to, something innocent and good.

"How far along are you?" Remus asked loudly over Sirius and Pete's laughs and congratulatory jokes.

Lily grinned. "Just over a month and a half!"

Sirius's eyes snapped open, and he started to hyperventilate because he couldn't see with those stupid goggles. The mediwitches were yelling at him to calm down, and he heard the frantic beeping of a heart monitoring charm. The whiteness of the room blinded him when they freed his eyes. It was a nightmare. It had to be.

"I got the Malfoys off," Harley said as he robotically walked out of the treatment room. "So now the Prophet can stop saying I'm on a Slytherin witch hunt... Are you okay, Padfoot? You look like you've been with a dementor instead of getting their effects syphoned off."

Her hair was straight, like his. He always thought it was black like James's and straight like Lily's. But no. It was just like his. She had his mother's willowy figure, not Lily's curvy one, which she envied. His pale skin, which she blamed on her time spent in the library, studying for exams. She even had his temper, which he assumed was Lily's. It wasn't. Because like his, it was much, much worse.

"Yeah. Just sleepy." Sirius forced himself to smile. She even had a motorbike, which she imported from America because she heard they had a brand called Harley Davidson. She had his fat head, his so called loyalty, and his cruelty. She was so much like him that he wanted to throw up. "Think you can get dinner with Remus without me?"

"I could," she said slowly. "But I'm not about to let you croak because these stupid healers don't know what they're doing. I want to have a word with them—"

"No!" Sirius laughed, causing her to frown since it was a little crazily. "It feels weird. Like I'm a new man." A pathetic excuse for a man. "How about we make Remus cook for us?"

"My little housewife," Harley joked. Since she had enrolled in the Auror Academy, Remus often cleaned her pigsty of a flat and made sure she wasn't living off takeaways. He lived at Number 12 and did the same for Sirius during the day. "What should we make our wife cook today?"

"Something complicated," Sirius said numbly. Harley nodded in agreement.

"I thought he'd never stop pacing his room!" Harley woke Remus up with a kiss when she snuck into his room at Number 12 around three in the morning. "How am I supposed to shag my wife with my godfather pacing in the next room?"

"You're incredibly sexist." Remus ran his rough hand over her smooth, bare shoulder. "… This is wrong."

Harley hummed like she was only half listening as she climbed on top of him and slipped her silk robe completely off. "You've been saying that for months. It's nearly Christmas, Remus. Give me the gift of a non-guilty shag."

"I went to school with your parents," he said for the millionth time, wincing a s she leaned down and nibbled on his neck. "You're only eighteen."

"Ron says I have the personality of an eighty year old man." Harley completely laid on top of him so she could whisper in his ear, "So that means I'm taking advantage of you."

Remus shivered as she bit his earlobe. Harley knew that she had him. "Did you lock the door? You never remember to lock the door. Something's bothering Sirius as it is."

"He's snoring." Harley wrapped her legs around his waist, wishing she had remembered to take his boxers off. "And I didn't. And I'm not leaving until I'm satisfied, wolf."

Only she could call him wolf without him being overcome with self-loathing. In fact, it turned him on. "Make sure you leave before he wakes up."

"Make sure you stop by my flat before we leave for vacation tomorrow."

"… I'll be there at noon."

The next day, Sirius woke up to find Remus, the one person he could confide in was gone. He had to tell someone, and he wasn't sure yet if that someone was Harley. Plus, Remus had obliviated him so he could confirm, or hopefully deny, that it was true.

Unfortunately, yet again, he was at Harley's. She, again like him, was a slob. Remus was a neat freak. Sometimes, he was cleaning her flat on a daily basis. Once he even cleaned it twice in one day. Harley was so annoyed with the cleaning potions smell that she slept over Number 12 for that night.

Sirius knocked on the door. "Remus?"

Harley swore loudly and something fell. She must be making him move her furniture around again. They often did that when they were in between full moons. She said Remus had to keep his strength up.

When she opened the door, her hair was tousled and she was panting. Yup, they were definitely moving stuff around. Sirius frowned when he walked in and found the coffee table gone and a knocked over kitchen chair in its place. Maybe she wanted to switch out the living room and dining room.

"What's up?" Harley squeaked. Harley never squeaked. "I thought you'd still be sleeping off the treatment."

"No. I feel loads better." And he did. Physically anyway. He felt twenty again. "Do you mind if I talk to Remus?"

Remus was sitting on the couch, flushed from moving the coffee table. The chair, which was what had fallen over, was at his feet. "We were just finishing up anyway."

"No we weren't!" Harley snapped. Remus spoiled her. She couldn't expect him to be her servant for the rest of his life.

"Harley," Remus chided halfheartedly. "We'll finish when you and Sirius get back from your vacation."

Harley pouted, causing Remus to raise his eyebrows. "Fine," she grumbled before strutting to her bookshelf. Sirius didn't know she owned such high heels. They were clear and reminded him of a stripper's. He wouldn't tell her though. That would be embarrassing. "Here." She handed Remus a dusty old book. "I bought it the other week. It's really good."

That's how Harley and Remus got so close. They loved to get lost in their books, to the point where they would read together, and Remus would be at her flat for hours.

"There's something we need to talk about," Sirius said grimly after they apparated to Number 12. As soon as Harley graduated, they were going to move into Potter Manor, which he and Remus were fixing up in their spare time. "About Harley."

For some reason, Remus turned as white as a sheet. "Oh?" His voice cracked, reminding Sirius of when he was going through puberty. "What, er, what's wrong?"

"I…" Sirius swallowed at the lump in his throat. There was no use in dancing around the subject. "I think I'm her father. Her biological father."

Remus laughed nervously. And then laughed genuinely. "For a second…" He laughed again. "Very funny Padfoot."

"Do you remember…" Sirius had been rehearsing this speech for hours, but now, the words felt like they were being ripped out of his throat like shards of glass. "When you obliviated me? In November of '79?"

Remus winced. "Oh. The treatment made you remember. Is this your revenge? Because it's not my fault you saw James and Lily…"

"That wasn't what you were obliviating." Sirius threw himself on the dusty old couch. His mother was snoring. At least she wasn't awake to hear this. "Lily and I… We were drinking and obviously not thinking. James found us, and he didn't want to lose his marriage and his best friend. We were in a war, Remus and—"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Remus held up his hands. "You slept with Lily? Very funny, Padfoot. Like you would ever—"

"I was drinking!" Sirius put his face in his hands, feeling guilty for yelling. Remus should be yelling at him. "And I've been thinking about it and… It explains a lot, Remus. She's just like me. And, I know she has Lily's face and eyes, but the rest of her is Walburga. Her height, her frame…"

"Stop it!" Remus yelled. "If this is some kind of prank, Sirius, it is far from funny. And don't you dare play this on Harley! She loves James with all her heart—"

"James is her father," Sirius said firmly. "But… I think I am too."

Remus went quiet, waiting for Sirius to say this was a stupid joke. It was tempting to say it was and act like it never happened. "You can't tell her."

Sirius expected screaming, Remus threatening to never talk to him again and forcing him to tell Harley the truth. He didn't expect to have it swept under the rug. Although, it couldn't really be that much of a surprise. In Harley's third year, he acted like a friendly teacher, not confessing who he was to her until that night in the Shrieking Shack, when he had no choice. "She's my daughter, Moony."

"She's James's daughter!" Remus hissed. "You're her godfather, nothing more. This will crush her, Sirius. I don't want to see her hurt."

"So I'm supposed to act like I don't know?" Sirius didn't know if he could. Then again, he wanted nothing to change. Harley was practically his daughter all ready. Still, she deserved to know.

"Yes." Remus set his jaw and looked at the stairs, preparing to seclude himself in his room. "For once, think before you act, Sirius. This will do more harm than good."

Sirius watched Remus stomp up the stairs, hiding from his problems as usual. He couldn't entirely blame him either. Remus did nothing wrong, and honestly, Sirius knew he himself deserved to suffer, and Harley didn't deserve to be hurt. That didn't stop him from saying, "I'm telling her while we're on the trip."

Remus paused in the middle of the stairs but ultimately kept walking.

Harley was an hour late, but she had hot chocolate, so she doubted Sirius would care. He should expect lateness from her by now anyway. Hermione and Ron were fighting, and she made the mistake of getting caught in the middle. They were looking at flats, and Ron wanted one with a bar in it while Hermione wanted a spare bedroom. How was she supposed to know it was for a library? She, like Ron, had panicked and thought Hermione wanted a sprog. Gross.

The damage control wasn't that bad, but Hermione still was on her about the Psychology classes she had to take at the Auror Academy. Apparently scraping by with a low Acceptable wasn't good enough by her best friend's standards. Harley simply assumed her partner, Ron, would be the one who dealt with victims. She was just… rough around the edges. What was wrong with not being the cuddly, talk about one's feelings type?

"Padfoot!" Harley called as she walked into a silent, tense Number 12. "I know I'm late but—"

"Master actually succeeded in ruining the bloodline," Kreacher mumbled as he slunk off to his "room." "Luckily Mistress burned his name so his bastard never showed up on the family tree. Oh how she would weep!"

"Sirius got someone up the duff?" Harley asked, but Kreacher ignored her. Sirius wasn't seeing anyone as far as she knew. The old bat was just losing it. Sirius told her everything.

Padfoot practically tumbled down the stairs. When he finally made a somewhat safe landing, he smiled crazily. "Don't mind him, Har. I teased him at breakfast this morning and said Remus and I were expecting."

Harley wrinkled her nose. Remus, like her, was bisexual, so the thought of him and her godfather… Well, let's just say it was rather traumatizing, especially since it was possible. In school, Remus fancied Sirius, but since Sirius didn't swing that way, nothing happened. "Oh. That's so funny I forgot to laugh."

Sirius raised his eyebrows, making Harley inwardly wince. If she wasn't secretly jealous, she would've laughed. "Anyway, you ready to go? I, um…"

"Don't tell me you're scared of skiing, Padfoot!" Harley snorted when he looked at his feet. "You're such a baby. You fought Death Eaters, survived Azkaban, and have been babysat by Bellatrix Lestrange, and you're scared of skiing?"

"No." He was so lying. First thing in the morning, she'd charm him into a deep sleep so he'd wake up in ski gear, on top of a particularly steep hill. Before she could tease him further, Remus practically ran down the stairs… with his battered old suitcase.

Remus smiled just as crazily as Sirius. "I've decided to join the two of you, if you don't mind."

"I thought you were signing your divorce papers," Harley snapped, jealously ringing in every word. After Tonks had a miscarriage three months into her pregnancy, their rushed marriage fell apart. Although Remus admitted things went too fast, and it was over, he kept putting officially ending the marriage off, which made Harley want to tear her hair out.

Remus tried to wave it off, like it was nothing. "I'll have her send them to me. It's better if I don't see her anyway."

"You know…" Sirius looked annoyed. When he heard about what happened as he was recovering in the hospital, it was the first and only time he tried to hit Remus. "You never let Tonks grieve the loss of the baby, Remus. You really should give it another go."

Remus laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. "Well—"

"He's coming," Harley butted in before Remus could agree. "We rented a huge ass cabin, Padfoot. There's plenty of room."

Unfortunately, Sirius wasn't going to give up without a fight. He absolutely adored Tonks and hated what happened between her and Remus. "I'm sure she's willing to forgive the thing with Kingsley, since you two were broken up at the time."

"Sorry, Padfoot." Remus tried not to look at her. "But… I'm seeing someone."

"Who?" Sirius demanded. "Spend Christmas with them."

"Sirius!" Harley yelled as Remus started to turn pink. Anyone who messed with Remus, answered to her. "Why are you being so mean?"

"He's…" Sirius gritted his teeth. "We never get any alone time together, Har."

Why would they need alone time? And just last week they went to Ginny's Harpies game together! Sirius wouldn't meet her eye. He couldn't… No. It was preposterous. Sirius was like her dad. Harley suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Remus is coming," she insisted. "Or I'm not going."

Sirius looked hurt, but Harley couldn't help it. She'd just blame him, saying it was his fault for being nasty to Remus.

"You don't think…" Harley snuck into Remus's room after everything was unpacked at the cabin, and Sirius was snoring away. "That Sirius, you know, likes me."

Remus sat up to get a better look at her in the dark. There was a funny look in his eyes, but it wasn't the usual infuriating, Dumbledore-worthy twinkle. "… You really are as fat headed as your father."

"It makes sense." Harley sat up and for once, covered herself with the blanket. "He wanted to get me alone! Probably to tell me something. And you know what it is! So you came to put a stop to it!"

"That's not what it is." But Remus wouldn't tell her what it really was. He must be lying. "I'm sure he's going to tell you. Although I don't want him to. And if he does…" He reached out to brush some of her hair away from her face. "I'll be here for you, okay?"

"And not with Tonks… Or Kingsley… Or…" She frowned when Remus laughed quietly. "What? It's not my fault you're a slag."

"He doesn't fancy you. Trust me." Remus kissed her shoulder. "He doesn't see you that way. And I shouldn't either."

Harley closed her eyes and turned her face towards the ceiling. "Don't make me regret inviting you." With a sigh, she opened her eyes and faced him. "I don't want to hide anymore."

"Wait." He always said to wait. "Until this thing with Sirius blows over. Now is not the right time."

"It never is," Harley grumbled as she rose out of bed. He grabbed her wrist, silently pleading with her to stay, but she slowly, almost reluctantly, slipped it out of his grasp. "Can't have Sirius catch us now, can we?"

"Harley…"

"I'm going to bed."

Sirius would like to say he barely slept, but around two, he was out like a light. He didn't even dream about James and Harley hating him. The biting cold woke him up before he had a chance to the guilt sink in. Sirius peeled open his eyes to see that he wasn't clenching his fists. He was holding ski poles. Harley must've charmed him to sleep last night.

"You ready, Padfoot?" Harley grinned evilly. "There's no way you'll get rid of your fear unless you face it head on! C'mon! Remus is waiting for us at the bottom of the hill!"

Before he could apparate, Harley gave him a shove, sending him gliding down the hill. As she followed, she matched his screams of terror with a, "WOHOOO!"

The cold felt like it was peeling his face off, and Sirius had to use all the effort that was focused on not dying on not pissing all over himself. It was over in a flash, although he nearly broke his neck twice. He was almost down the hill when he face planted right into the snow, which muffled Harley's evil laughter.

Remus was the one to help him up as just as Harley slid over to them and covered the both of them in snow. "Did he pee?"

"No," Remus said before he could and held out his hand. "Pay up."

There was some grumbling from Harley, but she did indeed hand Remus a few galleons, after giving him a once over and checking the snow for yellow. Some friends he had.

Breakfast. The cabin came with a house elf who could cook anything imaginable. Harley asked for a full English, just like him, while Remus picked at a simple omelet. Sirius couldn't hold it in anymore, but every time he tried to say something, Remus interrupted.

"I'm sure we can find a puppy if we go into town!" Harley was oblivious. "Buy me a husky, Padfoot."

"I'm your father," Sirius said before Remus could try to answer for him. He froze, but Harley merely rolled her eyes, not understanding what he was trying to say.

She waved him off and ate a spoonful of beans. "Yes. What? Does that mean you get to pick the dog? It'll be creepy if you pick one that looks like your animagus from, Padfoot. Especially if it goes into heat before we can get it fixed. And we are getting a girl."

"No. I mean…" Sirius winced when Remus kicked his shin from the table. He understood how devastating this would be to Harley, but this wasn't something he could let go. There was no way he could spend the rest of his life lying to his daughter. "I'm your biological father."

Everything went downhill from there.

Note: I picked Harley's name because of Harley Davidson motorcycles, and she's a lot like Sirius, who loves his motorcycle. So she's not named after Harley Quinn. I haven't seen the movie yet. No one will go with me. :'(

So, what do you think? :D Part two will be up in a week or two, but I'd know how you guys feel about this! Especially Harley and Remus!