Remus took his arm and led him gently down the hallway, stopping outside Harry's door. Harry was perched on a chair, one leg awkwardly tilted off it, bending over his desk to take notes out of a history textbook. They stood there for a moment, watching him, until Remus' fingers slipped down Sirius' sleeve and twined with his.
"That's your boy, Sirius," he said softly.
Sirius was still a little while longer, and then his thumb brushed the back of Remus' hand. Remus smiled and left him there, watching Harry work until the boy turned and gave him a bright smile. Sirius smiled back, and went to do the rest of the washing up.)
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(Sirius scowled, and muttered, "No."
Remus took his arm and led him gently down the hallway, stopping outside Harry's door. Harry was perched on a chair, one leg awkwardly tilted off it, bending over his desk to take notes out of a history textbook. They stood there for a moment, watching him, until Remus' fingers slipped down Sirius' sleeve and twined with his.
"That's your boy, Sirius," he said softly.
Sirius was still a little while longer, and then his thumb brushed the back of Remus' hand. Remus smiled and left him there, watching Harry work until the boy turned and gave him a bright smile. Sirius smiled back, and went to do the rest of the washing up.)
That part was good, and I loved the Fever Dream.