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It was early into the next morning, when Hedwig returned with Herminoe's reply enclosed. The white owl landed on top of Harry's stomach, waking him from his sleep. The noises had happened again last night, but quieter. Maybe it was just his imagination. Hedwig, happy to have the nice long trip to stretch her wings, nipped Harry's finger playfully, and flew to Harry's shoulder, peering over at the letter as if she could read it. Harry opened the Hermione's reply, holding his breath.

Not proper for her to tell him what was going on? What? Harry blinked at the letter, not knowing what to make of it. Just then a call came from the kitchen, "Harry! Breakfast!"

"I'm coming!" he hollered in response. Jumping up from his bed, the letter still in his hand, he dashed over to the kitchen.

Sirius was already at the table, looking more tired than usual. "Good morning, Harry," he muttered in a low voice.

"Morning, Sirius," Harry said, sitting down at his chair, his plate already on the table. French toast with sausages. He looked over to Remus, who was already fully taken by his newspaper. Was it just him, or were they both being more quiet than usual this morning? With a sigh, Harry said, "Okay, out with it. what, am I in danger again, or something?" As Harry was always in some sort of ultimate peril, he had become very familiar with the silent treatment from his friends when they were worried about him.

A nervous smile came across Sirius' lips, as he let out a small burst of laugher, "Wrong, Harry? There's nothing wrong."

"Yes there is," he retorted, glaring slightly at his godfather. "I can tell by the look on your face."

Another nervous laugh. Sirius looked over to Remus for support, but his old friend just continued to read his newspaper. "Well- err... Harry... Remus and I talked last night... and... well-" he paused again. Sirius had never been a good one with words. Struggling with what he should say next, he looked down to his French toast.

Then, unexpectedly, Remus' said something. "Do you ever wonder why Sirius and I share a room, Harry?"

Harry blinked. He had never really pondered why they shared a room. Harry was sure that there was a logical explanation behind it- other than the fact that there were only three rooms in Remus' house: two bedrooms, and a living-room. He pointed this out, "Well, there are only two bedrooms in your flat, Remus."

Nodding in agreement, Remus tore his eyes away from his newspaper for a second, "Yes, but Sirius and you could share a room- or I could sleep on my couch-- although I would think that sleeping on that lumpy couch would be very un-"

"The point, Moony," Sirius interjected, becoming un-nerved at this subject once again.

Remus blinked as an innocent smile crossed his lips, "I thought you were going to tell him, Padfoot."

"What?" Harry looked to his godfather, his eyes begging for Sirius to answer him. "Tell me what?!"

A panicked look spread across Sirius' face as Remus returned to reading his paper. The dark-haired man paled to a white as he looked over to Harry, looking quite uncomfortable. "Well, you see Harry..." he swallowed hard. "Damn," he cursed, putting his face into his hands, "I didn't want you to find out this way. I swear, Harry..."

Now Harry was the one who was beginning to become uncomfortable. He gulped and asked, "what is it, Sirius? Please, you're driving me crazy!"

"Harry," Remus said, still reading his paper, "Sirius and I..." Sirius, from under the table, kicked Remus HARD in the leg. So hard, that Remus grunted from the pain.

It was the grunt that tipped Harry off. He had heard that grunt before... several times before. His eyes became very wide as everything clicked together... Sirius and Remus shared a room because... because....

The room began to spin as Harry's vision had become very blurred. In the distance, he heard Sirius rushing to him, catching him and calling, "Harry! Harry!"

Harry's eyes shot open, as he awoke in his bed, tucked in and in his pajamas, his breathing hard. He observed his surroundings, taking note that it wasn't morning, and he most certainly wasn't in the kitchen. Was it all a dream? he asked himself. He silenced his breathing for a moment, trying to see if there were any.... unusual noises. There wasn't. He flopped back down on his pillow, reflecting back on what had happened in his dream. Sirius and Remus? No, it couldn't be... that would just be... "It's Sirius and Remus!" Harry reminded himself out loud. For some reason, he just could not absorb it.

Resolving to get to the bottom of this, he swung his feet off the bed, and headed towards Remus and Sirius' room. They would be able to explain things... confirm that the dream was just a dream, and whatever had happened in it was just something his sixteen year old mind had made up. Without knocking, he opened the bedroom door slightly, "Sirius? Remus? Are you awake?"

No answer.

He opened the door a little bit more, peering inside. Sirius' bed was empty. Harry's eyes grew wide with panic. Where was Sirius?! His eyes wandered over to Remus' bed, where he found the answer. There Sirius was, sleeping contentedly, holding Remus close to him. Both Sirius and Remus' long hair had spread out amongst the dark sheets, tangling together in a black and sandy mess. The moonlight shined brightly down on them as Harry's face fell. "Ah!"

Sirius' eye opened lazily, as he groggily said, "Harry?" Harry? His eyes opened wide with shock. "HARRY!" he exclaimed, flailing under the sheets.

Dumbfounded, Harry just stood there. After a second of Sirius' freaking out, Harry sleepishly rubbed his eye, and yawned. "I've been having some strange dreams lately..." and with that, he shut the door and walked back to his room.

The next morning, the three males had joined together at the table for breakfast as usual. Harry looked up from his pancakes, noting that Sirius' face was covered with a light flush. He looked to Remus, who was reading the paper, as usual. Then, with a short laugh, Harry said, "You know, I had the strangest dream last night..."