Disclaimer: I don’t own it. If I did, I’d have money...since I don’t that just goes to show that I’m a loser.
Warnings: R. Slash. M-Preg.
Authors Notes: Hey! I’m back. There have been several technical difficulties in my own little world. I was using my brothers computer, but he finally finished fixing mine. But by that time, I had already typed this chapter up and didn’t want to redo it. Eventually, I got tired of waiting for him to give me my files back, so I’m redoing it. Then my friggen’ internet broke down. That sucked a lot. Anyhow, I’ve finally got more for you!
The one major thing I’d like you to note is: HARRY DOESN’T LOOK LIKE HIMSELF! I stated in the first chapter that he’s in a disguise. That in my own mind denotes a hair change, eye color change, hidden scar, handwriting difference, and voice change. That is why Sirius hasn’t recognized him yet. That’s it for now! Read and Review!

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“Sirius! Sirius! Wake up!”
Someone was slapping his face and calling his name. “Harry?” He asked blinking his eyes open.
“Thank god! You scared me there for a minute,” James replied, very relieved.
Sirius sat up slowly and cradled his head with his hands as tears began to fall. “I’m sorry James...I can’t handle this. Not...not after seeing that...”
James sighed. “That’s okay. I’m sorry my painting upset you so much. I guess we’ll call a rain check on the tea?”
Sirius nodded and stood up. “I’ll be back another day to explain...my reaction.”
After a quick goodbye, he was out the door and back to his own apartment. James leaned against his now closed front door. That man...he had only just met him, but there was something familiar about him. Just as the man in the painting was somehow familiar. Judging by the way Sirius had reacted, the figure reminded him of something too. But the question was...what?
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Bright and early the next morning, James groaned and rolled out of bed. He took one look at the alarm clock beside his bed and cursed.
“Fuck! I’m late!”
Choosing to forego his morning shower, James ran a comb through his hair and grabbed his bag. He ran out the door and tripped over his ever stylish doormat that said, ‘Hi, I’m Mat.’
“Damn it! Stupid fucking inanimate object!” James swore pulling himself up only to see an amused looking Sirius Black.
“Hmm...late for something I take it?” Sirius asked.
“No...not at all,” James said straightening up.
“Are you sure?” Sirius smirked.
“Trust me, nothing is more interesting to me than being given the chance to talk to you,” James replied
Sirius blushed, then coughed. “Go on, go to school. We can meet after your classes.”
“But-” James started.
“You’re starting to sound like my six year old. ‘No daddy, don’t send me to school!’” Sirius mimicked.
James sighed. “Fine. But I’m coming after you as soon as I get back!”
“That’s what I’m counting on,” Sirius said with a seductive wink.
That was James’s cue to blush.
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A/N: Yes, painfully short I know. But hey, at least Sirius is conscious, they’re arranging a talk, and I didn’t leave you with a cliff hanger. With that note, I’m off! Review for me please!
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