A/N: This is going to be a series of oneshots from my After Midnight universe. So if you haven't already, you might want to read that first or these oneshots really won't make much sense.

The title comes from Say Anything's Alive with the Glory of Love. I think of Harriet and George when I hear it.

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Sirius

No. 12 Grimmauld Place was in every way the perfect place to hold headquarter for the Order of the Phoenix. Orion Black had placed every possible security measure he could, causing it to be unplottable. Dumbledore had also placed his own enchantments over the old, decaying house so there was no safer place. But be that as it may, Sirius Black could not help the feeling of disdain he felt from being in his old childhood home.

And so he was greatly thrilled when the Weasley's moved their children in and he had gotten to know the twins, Fred and George. They were budding pranksters and reminded him of James and himself when they were in their school days. He watched as they caused chaos and drove their mother insane every chance they got (which he quite enjoyed because the boys' mother drove him crazy whenever she could). They were everywhere together, mimicked each others every movement, and even spoke in the type of dialouge only twins can manage. They were so alike in character and looks that Sirius could not tell them apart for a while.

But all of that changed the moment his goddaughter, Harriet Potter, stepped into his house.

One of the twins, George he quickly learned, gravitated towards his goddaughter. Sirius saw it in the way he boy's eyes darted towards Harry at dinner that first night. He saw it in the way George causally threw an arm over her when they, along with Fred, were talking to Mundungus about Merlin knows what. He saw it in the way the the boy rubbed the back of his neck when he talked to her. And he saw it in the way he demanded to be in the room when they talked to Harry after dinner. Sirius knew his protest was not because he was of age, but because the boy wanted to make sure Harriet wasn't in any danger.

"He reminds me of James the way he looks at her," Sirius told Remus later that night after the two had retired to his old bedroom. "I don't like it one bit."

"You didn't have any problem with George until Harry showed up," said Remus eyeing his old friend wearily.

"That's because he wasn't looking at my goddaughter like the world begins and ends with her."

"Harriet is a pretty girl, Sirius. She's going to have admirers and I don't think George is necessarily a bad admirer to have."

"I know that Remus. I know she's going to have boys interested in her," said Sirius pacing about. "But-"

"But what, Sirius?"

"She's not Lily."

"Come again?"

"She doesn't have a problem with how he is. She isn't waiting for him to grow up, to mature. She likes him just how he is now."

Remus pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing where this was heading. He had seen how George acted around Harriet when he taught them nearly two years ago. He had also seen how oblivious Harry was to all of it.

"She's not Lily," agreed Remus. "She's also not James."

"Don't start with me, Molly."

"Harriet," said Remus looking his friend in the eye, "is her own person and you have to trust her to make her own decisions. George makes her laugh and though I don't think she realizes it yet, I think she could very well love George one day."

"Don't talk like that."

"Isn't that what you want? For Harry to be happy?"

Sirius stopped his pacing and sank down on his bed, hanging his head. After a moment he looked up at his old friend, and Remus wasn't surprised to see his eyes had gotten misty.

"I just- I feel like I just got her back, you know?"

"I know," said Remus smiling.

"Last I saw her, she was just this little baby and now- now she's practically a woman and she's got boys that are interested in her. I was her first word-

"Pretty sure she said 'oony first-"

"I'm not ready to share her yet, to give her up."

"You've never been good at sharing."

"Remus."

"If it makes you feel any better, I don't think Harry realizes that the boy likes her."

"Her obliviousness may be our one saving grace."

"Plus I think she only has eyes for you right now," said Remus standing to leave but when he got to the door he stopped, his hand on the knob. "Remember that, Sirius."

The night before Harry and the others were to return to Hogwarts, Sirius finally snapped. Granted, he was probably in a foul mood for all the wrong reasons. He didn't want to admit it to anyone, but Sirius had deep down in the blackness of his soul hoped Harry would be able to stay with him. He told himself it was because he wanted to keep her safe, it was his duty afterall. But if he was honest with himself he wanted to lock her up in a tower like in those muggle books Lily had told him about in school, keeping her away from a world that wanted to do away with her. But he could deal with that. He could deal with what a bastard he was. He could deal with her going back to school and being out of his eyesight. He could take the celebratory chants over his goddaughter being allowed to return to school after her trial. But what he absolutely would not stand for was the way George Weasley had made his goddaughter laugh throughout dinner to the point tears were streaming down her face.

And so Sirius waited after dinner that night until George had gone up to his room to retrieve something and had followed him. The boy had been digging around in his trunk when Sirius entered the room and shut the door.

"Hey," George greeted, looking surprised. "What's going-"

"Listen, for the next minute I don't want you to speak a word. Do you understand?"

Sirius hated the humor that had sparkled in the boy's eyes when he nodded.

"Good. Here's the thing, I see the way you look at my goddaughter. I've seen it and I don't like it. Sure, I understand it. She's beautiful, she's kind, she's innocent. She's the light in this miserable, dark world. But if you in any way put that light out, I will kill you."

"I would never do anything to hurt her," said the boy and Sirius hated even more the way he said it with such conviction as though he believed it himself. "And besides, I don't think she even sees me the way I see her. I'm just her mate. Someone she's grown up with."

The humor in the boy's eyes was gone and Sirius could tell in that moment how far gone George was. He had seen it in his best mate's eyes years ago.

"I don't think Harry has a lot of time to think about that sort of thing right now."

"So you think I could have-"

Sirius left before he could finish his question, slamming the door behind him with such force that he knocked a portrait off the wall in the hallway. There was only one person who could answer George's question and Sirius himself didn't want to know the answer to it just yet.