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30 June 2009 @ 10:01 pm
Fanfic: Approval  
Title: Approval
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Summary: When he's invited to spend the last week of holiday in London, Remus decides it's time to tell his parents that he and Sirius are in love. An investigation seems to be in order.


When Sirius and James told me that I should meet them in London for the last week of holiday—and of course, I should bring my parents, they'd like to meet them—I knew that I could put off telling Mom and Dad about my relationship with Sirius. There seemed like no right time, so I figured as I sat down to breakfast, that it was as good a time as any.


“Mum,” I said. “Dad...there's something I really need to tell you.” When they just looked up at me, I awkwardly continued. “See the thing is, I'm in love--”


“Oh, Remus!” my mother interrupted. “That's wonderful!”


“...with one of my male friends.” That stoned them. “Um...do you hate me now?”


Mum gasped. “Remus, of course, not! How could I ever hate my baby.”


Sometimes I wondered she was naïve or just that loving. I wasn't about to complain. My dad gave a resigned sigh; it wasn't a “I give up on you” sigh, I knew what those sounded like. It was a “well, I suppose it would be wrong to start hating you now over this, when you're a werewolf” sigh.


“Which one is it?” Mum asks.


“Sirius Black.”


“Sirius Black as in Sirius Black the troublemaker?” Dad asks sharply.


“Yeah. They want to meet before term starts.”


So I convinced them to come to London with me—or rather they convinced me that I shouldn't be unsupervised after this new revelation. The deal was that my friends would help out with money; they wouldn't take charity, since we weren't that bad off, but rather treated it as a charge for their permission.


Now Mum is looking around curiously at the Leaky Cauldron. Never mind the fact that she's been married to Dad for about twenty years, she's still amazed by the Wizarding world. London is enough of a treat, since she'd never been there, and the fact that she's meeting my friends even better. Dad, on the other hand, is looking around for said friends instead of the general picture.


James and Peter are sitting at a small table near the back. It's James that spots me, and waves, and they stand as we make our way over. Peter and I exchange a small hug, and James and I just wave. He doesn't like touching. I look around again.


Where's Sirius?”


Said he had to go get something,” James answers. “He brought that black monstrosity here in the first place, and now he's riding it around the streets of Muggle London.”


Black monstrosity?” I asked curiously.


You know,” Peter said. “That stupid motorbike he got.”


Motorbike?” Dad asks. “You never said anything about a motorbike.”


I glanced back at my parents. Dad is looking worried and Mum is looking excited. Of course she is; that's the type of girl she was as a teenager. Dad doesn't want me to take after him. I looked back at my friends.


What motorbike?” I'm truly clueless.


Didn't he tell you?” James asks incredulously. “He got this thing from who-knows-where, and he's been--” He then seems to realize that maybe he's said enough about it in front my parents. “Anyway, there's something else.”


What?” I'm ready for another semi-unpleasant shock.


He digs in his pocket for a moment and pulls out a silver badge. On it are the words “Head Boy”. I snatch it out of his hands.


Who'd you steal this from?” I ask, examining it.


He snatches it back. “No one. They sent it to me.”


Why would they make you Head Boy?”


He shrugs. Before I can say anything else, I hear my name called from the entrance. Sirius is swaggering in—Sirius doesn't seem to know how to walk any other way—smiling broadly and brushing his hair out of his face. He grabs me into a tight hug, and I can feel him turn his head slightly to smell my hair. It's too brief, but we haven't weened Peter into accepting homosexuality yet, and so he doesn't know. He pulls back.


What's this about a motorbike?” I ask.


Sirius looks annoyed. “I wanted to show you myself. Which arse was it that told you?”


I cough slightly and glanced at my parents. Sirius grins again and holds his hand out for them to shake. Mum, the only person I've ever met who flirts without knowing it, takes it enthusiastically and gives him a girlish smile. Dad is more wary. Sirius gives that charming smile that has a tendency to totally disarm people.


Hey,” he says, turning back to me. “Has Potter shown you his Nancy Boy badge yet?”I punch him hard in the arm, and he gives a whine of pain. “Not that you're nancy. You're completely different from anyone else, so Prefectness can't make you nancy.”


I narrow my eyes. “You're walking a fine line. You better make sure to toe it.”


It was diplomacy that I inherited from Mum, and sensing discord she came forward and took Sirius' arm.


Do you think I could see your motorbike?” she asks.


You...you want to?” Sirius asks, surprised. I don't think he's used to adults approving.


I used to have a boyfriend who had one,” she says. “I don't know if you know the type—he wore a leather jacket and boots and slicked his hair back with grease. Of course, this was all before I met Remus' father.”


Sirius smiles nervously at me as he leads Mum out front, but I just shake my head.




Mr. and Mrs. Potter show up later, and we all sit down to supper. Peter tells me that his parents couldn't make it, and I give a small shrug. Halfway through the first course, Sirius leans over to tell me what I've heard a hundred times.


Remus,” he hisses. “Your mum is gorgeous.”


I roll my eyes. “Yeah. I can relate to Marilyn Monroe's kids.”


There's a pause before Sirius says, “Marilyn Monroe never had kids.”


Of course, living in London makes it impossible to not have some idea of Muggle culture, without going out of one's way to find stuff. It's a given that Sirius knows what I'm talking about, even if James and Peter don't.


I know,” I say. “But if she did, they would feel the same way I do. Obviously I look more like Dad. I act more like him.”


Don't worry,” Sirius says. “I had a gorgeous Mum too. I do look like her.” As an afterthought, he added, “I don't really act like any of them, though.”


So do they like us?” Peter asks. “I mean, I'm sure you told them about us, and now that we've met...”


I think so,” I say, frowning slightly. “Mum does. She acted much like you lot when she was younger. I think Dad's been warming up to it. He has this way of worrying about how things will end up for me.”


You're right,” James says with a half-smile. “You do act like him.”


Do your parents know about me?” I ask. “I mean, what I am.”


Yeah,” James and Sirius say at the same time. Sirius glances at James and says, “At least, his do. Walburga and Orion and Regulus don't know.”


He hasn't referred to his parents as 'Mum' and 'Dad' since he ran away. I noticed, though, that Regulus is still 'my idiot brother'.


Mine half-do,” Peter says. “I've been trying to get them warmed up to the idea of being friends with someone like you before I really lay it in their laps. I think they know in the backs of their minds. It's there for them to see if they choose to, without me being incredibly open about it.”


You mean like my and Sirius' relationship, I think. Maybe you'll see it someday, Wormtail.




We have four rooms rented in the Leaky Cauldron, two for our parents and two for us. James casually arranged it so that Sirius and I are sharing a room, for which I am grateful. On the way to our room, Dad asks us to step into his and closes the door behind us. Mum isn't there.


Sirius,” he starts. “Remus has informed me of his feelings for you, and says that you feel the same.” When Sirius opens his mouth to speak, Dad holds up a hand. “I want to ask you, do you know of Remus'...condition?”


Sirius frowns. “What, that he's a werewolf? Yeah, of course.”


Dad nods. “Do you love him?”




It's my turn next. “Remus, you are aware of what you're in for with his type.”


It's not a question; I've confirmed his worries that I've taken after his tastes in romantic partners. Sirius looks offended, and I'll have to explain later.


I love him,” I say quietly.


Dad sighs in that same resigned manner. “Well, I just want you two to know that I think you are both out of your minds. It'll be hard enough, you both being boys. You've managed to pile more problems on top of it, starting with Remus' lycanthropy. I suppose it's both a blessing and a curse that you're something of an 'outlaw heart', Sirius. Are you two going to be happy together, even with society's opinions about you, which could catch up to you?”


Yeah.” Sirius has beat me to the answer. I nod.


Well, I won't stop you,” Dad says with another sigh. “I want you to be happy, Remus. And to tell you the brutal truth, your mother and I had given up on grandkids years ago.”


He looks a little embarrassed at this last statement, but Sirius laughs. It's infectious, Sirius' laugh, and soon we all are.


Can we go now, Dad?” I ask, once we're done with our joke.


Yes,” he says. “Goodnight, Remus.”




Goodnight, Mr. Lupin.”


Right as I open the door, Dad says, “And Remus. I want you both in separate beds, and I mean all night.”


I smile and nod. I think that he realizes that it probably won't happen. He was the goody-goody in school, but Mum certainly wasn't, and it has been hinted that, were I not a werewolf, I probably would have been less worried about what others wanted me to do and more concerned about what I wanted than the rules. Still, it's a good idea to play along. There's a way to doing these things, after all.


Once Sirius and I are alone, he drags me forward into a proper greeting. When our lips part I smile up at him. He's one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen.We lay on the nearest bed and spend some time just sharing small kisses between sentences as we talk about our summer. I give him the meaning behind what my dad meant by “his type”, and he smiles mischeviously.


It's right as we're drifting off that I remember his rule. It's not very prudent to break it on the very first night, so I stumble across to the other bed. I'm feeling content and incredibly light-hearted at this moment, partly from seeing my friends, partly from seeing my Padfoot, and partly from my parents' approval, even if it's not a straight-out blessing. There's still some time for that.

Notes: Yeah, I totally don't do first-person present-tense enough. There were a couple of times I had to remind myself that I was messing it all up.

I decided to play a bit more with inheritance of family traits, and I thought it was time to get a little creative with Remus' parents. And I totally have a friend that if you don't know him, you think he's trying to hit on you, so I wanted to take a stab at that idea, too. Sometimes it's a good thing to push it just a little, right?

Btw, I am infamously horrible at naming stuff, in case you're wondering >.<


Current Music: Happiness is a Warm Gun - The Beatles
See you later, instigator: Remus/Sirius3 (by wicked_visions)oudeteron on July 1st, 2009 11:53 pm (UTC)
I like the idea of Remus telling his parents and getting some sort of, dare I say, approval. Of course the other way around is a realistic possibility in its own right, but this fic is an interesting take on it too. And honestly, they deserve to have something without (too many) problems, so this was quite heartwarming.

I noticed, though, that Regulus is still 'my idiot brother'.
I think that really fits.
MissTeacakes: maggiemissteacakes on July 2nd, 2009 01:29 am (UTC)
I can't see a pair of parents accepting a werewolf child then hating him for being gay. Seems like the lesser of the problems, neh?

When I read the fifth book it seemed to me that Sirius was more disappointed in Regulus for being naive than anything.
See you later, instigator: Toshioudeteron on July 2nd, 2009 09:35 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I'd say it's not a problem at all - unless you count the issues with society at large, of course.

Same here. Somehow it seemed he didn't count Regulus in with the rest of his family at the end of the day.