Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or related characters, people and other things…though Sirius does own Harry in this story and vise-versa.

Author Notes: This is the sequel type thing to 'Time Slip.' So, it might be best to read 'Time Slip' first before reading this…it might make more sense. I hope I did it justice…stick to the theme…grins…hope you get that. Also, I decided that it was September when the Epilogue took place in 'Time Slip' and since it was his seventh year plus one, it would be 1998…right? The first part is taken right from 'Time Slip.'

P.S. I'm posting this in honor of Zach not doing it! I always knew Zach didn't do it. (Bones) And also, I realized I haven't posted anything new since last year and that was almost a year ago. I suppose I could post this now. I don't know really how to go with it, but I'll try my best. I have a few ideas.

Finished: August 29, 2007

Time Warp

Prologue

September 10, 1998

"Sirius?" a boy of eighteen with black hair and emerald green eyes shouted curiously through the hall of Grimmauld Place. "Sirius, where are you?" He walked stealthy through the halls as the war had taught him to do. He looked until he heard a noise coming from the kitchen. He knew that the war had ended, but no matter what, he still wouldn't be able to do anything without thinking that it was a Deatheater on the other side making the noise. He slowly pulled out his wand and quietly walked to the door and pulled open the door.

"Hey Harry!" the one making the noises shouted. Harry smiled, relieved, and put back his wand.

"There you are Sirius!" Harry shouted happily and looked over his boyfriend. Sirius looked exactly as he had before the war except that there was a faint scar going from his hair line, over his left eye and down his cheek. He also had more scars over his body, but were currently covered until later tonight. "Why didn't you answer me when I called out?"

Sirius smiled and munched on a chocolate covered pretzel. "I decided to let you sneak up on me."

Harry smiled and rolled his eyes. "Now what if I decided to throw a curse at you?"

"I would've ducked and covered." Sirius replied cheerfully and walked over to Harry. When he got there he put his hands on Harry's waist and looked down at him. "But you wouldn't have thrown anything at me, because you wouldn't want to mar this beautiful body of mine."

"No, I guess I wouldn't have." He replied and leaned up to kiss him on the lips. When he pulled back, he smiled. "I'm glad you came out of it with only a few scars."

Sirius grinned and started to pull Harry closer to him. "Though I did hear that you went berserk when nobody knew where I went that one time."

Harry glared at him. "Hey, you would've gone crazy too if you didn't know where I was at all times."

Sirius nodded and pulled him tight to him. He leaned down and whispered in his ear. "I love you." He started to nibble on his ear.

Harry smiled and started to kiss Sirius' neck. "I love you too."

Sirius pulled back and smirked. "So when are we going to start on that baby we wanted?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Haven't we decided to adopt?"

"We can still try you know."

"Haven't we been doing that a lot lately?"

"So? I think a baby Harry and a baby Sirius would benefit the world."
"I think that we would go crazy if we had to raise a Sirius Jr."

Sirius raised his eyebrow. "What about a Harry Jr.?"

Harry smirked and pulled away from his lovers embrace. He started to walk out the door. When he got there, he turned around. "I was a good baby, unlike you. I don't know if I could handle another Sirius."

Sirius crossed his arms over his chest. "It wouldn't just be another me! It would be part me and part you. Don't you wonder what that would be like?"

Harry smiled. "Yeah I do. So are you coming or not?"

Sirius quickly followed Harry out the door. "Do you even need to ask?"

"Didn't think I had to."

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Fifteen years later…

Grimmauld Place changed a great deal since the two wizards moved in. The rooms were no longer dull and gloomy. Everything had been cleaned and repainted. The house now had warmth. All Dark Arts objects were disposed of. The screaming portrait of Mrs. Black was finally removed and placed in the basement along with any other things that held even a semblance of significance. Kreacher had become nice, since Harry had made Sirius be nice to him. It took a lot of doing, but they finally got along. Harry had become a psychiatrist in the muggle world, while Sirius was now the editor of the Daily Prophet.

Though the biggest change was that the halls were no longer filled with silence or screaming. Instead, it was filled with the laughter of children…

A six year old boy with shaggy black hair came running through the halls, screaming with laughter. He had a huge grin on his cherub face and his bright blue eyes sparkled with glee. He wore loose blue jeans and a black t-shirt that read 'It wasn't me.' He tripped over his own feet while he ran. He waved a bright pink piece of cloth and screamed, "YOU CAN'T CATCH ME!"

A girl of ten came running behind him. "I'm going to kick you arse!" she screamed. "Give it back!" The girls' waist length fiery red hair billowed out behind her as she ran. She wore loose blue jeans and a loose cerulean tank top. Her icy blue eyes sparkled with rage as she chased her nuisance of a little brother down the hall.

The little boy turned into the living room. Suddenly, the piece of cloth was yanked from his hand and he skidded to a stop. The young girl turned the corner and quickly stopped.

Bright blue eyes looked up at a man who was in his early thirties. His black hair was short and messy and his emerald green eyes looked down at him in mock annoyance. He wore gray sweat pants and a white t-shirt. On his hip was a girl of the age of two who was sucking on her thumb and looking down at him with the same emerald green eyes. Her shoulder length black hair was tucked behind her ears. She wore a cute green dress.

"Are you tormenting your sister James?" the man asked of the six year old boy.

James shook his head. "No Daddy…"

"He is too Daddy!" the girl yelled as she grabbed the piece of cloth from her fathers hand. "He stole it from me!"

"But Daddy! Lily wouldn't let me try it on…I wanted to wear it!" James whined as he grabbed onto his fathers leg in a hug.

Harry looked down at his eldest son. "Son, what your sister has, you don't need."
"It's a bra…" a voice said from behind Harry. He turned to look at his youngest son who was sitting in one of the chairs. He was four and had the same fiery red hair as Lily. But his eyes were a bright emerald green like his. He wore a blue shirt and blue jeans. He was hugging a large teddy bear.

"Thank you Albus." Harry said with a smile. He turned back in time to see his eldest child blush. "Lily, your brother was only playing…you should've just let him try it on."

Lily scowled at him. "I don't want to daddy! It's mine and he's a boy! Boys don't wear bras!"

Harry rolled his eyes and looked at his youngest child. "You think Lily should've just let James wear it Niamh?" The little black hair girl nodded her head and grinned around her thumb. Harry turned to back to Lily. "See? Even your baby sister agrees."

"So?" Lily pouted and shoved her bra into her pants pocket. "Doesn't mean the little bugger should steal my stuff!"

"DADDY!" James shouted.

Harry sighed and looked at the red headed girl. "Lily Rose, what did I say about calling your brother that?"

Lily looked down at her feet. "Not to call him a bugger…"

"Good. Now apologize."

Lily sighed and looked at her younger brother. "I'm sorry…"

James seemed to think about. Suddenly he grinned and launched himself at his sister. "I forgive you!"

Harry smiled as he watched his two oldest hug. "Now that we got that all settled…who wants to hear a story?"
All eyes turned and looked at him. "ME! I do! I do!" the three oldest shouted.

"Good. Go sit down and I'll tell you one." He grinned as the two children ran to the sofa.

James patted the seat that was empty between the two. "Sit here Daddy!" Harry smiled and walked towards the seat and sat down. Instantly Albus got off his chair and pushed up to sit next to him. Harry placed Niamh next to Lily.

"Is everyone comfortable?" He asked. They nodded. "Which story do you want to hear?"

They thought about it, but Lily was the one to speak up. "How about the one about Dad getting his scar?"

Harry laughed. "But you've heard it a dozen times!"

"We want to hear it again!" James shouted.

"Yeah!" Albus agreed.

"We like your war stories Daddy!" Lily said.

Harry shook his head. "I guess I'm out voted…" He sighed. "I suppose it all started when we went to Dumbledore's office…"