Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter and I doubt I ever will. Sigh. Do you know how depressing it is to have to admit that every chapter? Warnings: Slash. R. M-Preg. If you have a problem with any of these things, do us all a favor and don’t read it. Authors Note: Hmm...okay, apparently most of you don’t read this. If you did, then I wouldn’t get so many questions about things I already mentioned in previous ones. Oh well. I’ll try again. -Darin is Harry and Sirius’s kid. The other two are adopted (I will repeat that again at some point in the actual story.) -Harry has blue eyes because he’s in a magical disguise. Even though some of you find it cute to have him with a different eye color. Anyway, read and Review! -- Chapter 4 James was finally done with the days classes. With a relieved sigh, he pulled up into his parking space. Upon getting out of his car he heard a few frustrated swear words coming from the truck to his right. “Would you like some help?” James asked walking around to the back of the vehicle. “Yeah. That’d be nice,” the guy said turning around. James’s jaw dropped. Before him stood the most beautiful man that he’d ever seen. Long black hair fell delicately into his deep blue eyes. James’s heart was racing at the sight of this man. There was also the feeling that he’d seen him before somewhere. “I’m just moving in,” the man explained. James snapped back to reality. “Really? Which one’s yours?” He asked indicating the apartment building. “216. Do you live here too?” He said. “I think it might be interesting to live near someone who has the same accent as me for once.” “I’m in 214. Looks like your is next to mine. It’s nice to meet you. I’m James Black,” James said extending his hand. The man blinked a few times then took his hand. “Feeling’s mutual James. I’m Sirius Black.” -- ‘His name is James? James Black? That is just too coincidental. Or is it?’ Sirius thought as James helped him carry all of his boxes to his apartment. ‘Putting that idle thought aside...he’s fucking gorgeous.’ James himself was thinking along the same lines as far as Sirius’s looks. Being more of the impulsive type, he chose to act on his thoughts. “Hey...um...would you like to...um...go for a burger or something later?” Sirius eyes widened. “You’re joking, right?” “Why would I be?” James asked. “Hmm...first off I’m 43. Secondly, I have three kids. Lastly, I’m widowed,” Sirius replied. James blushed bright red. “Oh. Well this is embarrassing. Here I am hitting on a straight guy...” Sirius burst out laughing. “Me straight?” That served to make him laugh harder. James cracked a smile, but otherwise looked on in polite puzzlement. Finally Sirius’s laughter died down. “Hey, I said I was married before...they died. But I never said it was a girl. In fact, I’m sure he’d be insulted if I had said that,” Sirius explained. “Oh. Okay. Well then...did you adopt all of your kids?” James asked conversationally. “Sort of...,” Sirius said. Changing the subject quickly he asked, “So it doesn’t bother you that I’m old and have kids?” “Not at all. In fact...would you come over to my apartment for some tea or coffee or something?” James asked. Sirius’s jaw dropped. “Persistent are we?” “Yeah, something like that,” James said grinning. “Alright. Tea can’t hurt,” Sirius replied with a smile as James and he dropped the last box off. James led Sirius over to his apartment (all 3 feet over), opened the door and busied himself making the tea. Meanwhile, Sirius looked around. James’s apartment was smaller than his own, but that was to be expected due to the fact that he was living alone. For the most part, it was kept well and clean. Pencil sketches and paintings lined the wall. They were obviously done by a professional. “Are you an art collector?” Sirius asked. James looked up. “No, why do you a- Oh,” He said when he looked at his walls. “Those are just my drawings. Ignore them.” “Are you serious? They’re beautiful,” Sirius said in awe. James blushed. “At least someone thinks so. My professor hates all of them...well, with the exception of one anyway.” “Can you show me?” Sirius asked. “Sure,” James replied with a smile, leading him over to his living room area. He pointed to a painting on the far wall. He didn’t need to bother. Sirius’s eyes were drawn to the figure in the painting. Vivid green eyes sparkled with determination. Black hair stuck up at odd angles. A bleeding wound shaped like lightning glistened on the figure’s forehead. In his right hand was clutched a wand. Black robes swirled around him torn in various places. Sirius was shocked. “Harry...” was all he managed to say before passing out. -- A/N: How am I doing? Is this any good? Give me your opinion! REVIEW!