Harry Potter and the Rewrite of Azkaban

Chapter 5

Sirius woke up with the sun filtering through the curtains and Remus cuddled into his chest like a teddy bear. He grinned, bringing Remus closer, tangling them together. He sighed contently, stroking at his husband's scars with his thumb, a wave of protectiveness washing over him like a tidal wave. Remus's eyes gently fluttered open, and he immediately blushed. Sirius laughed.
"You're always so flustered in the morning," he said, mischief in his eyes.
"Go away," Remus muttered sleepily.
"You love me too much."
"Falsehood."
"Truthhood."
"Sirius... That isn't a word."
"It is now, cause I said so." Sirius grinned, and Remus sighed in exasperation. "You love me really," he said, cuddling him closer.
"You're lucky I do," Remus replied, smiling. He kissed Sirius on the cheek before sitting up and heading to his desk in the other room to mark the homework he'd been handed (it needed to be marked for the next day). Sirius flopped onto his back and laughed, feeling the sun hit his eyes. He rolled over to look at his husband through the doorway, an idea forming in his mind. He jumped off the bed, already a dog before he hit the ground, and sneaked up behind Remus, tail wagging a mile a minute. Sirius put a paw on his shoulder and he sighed.
"Not now, Sirius," Remus said, before he put another paw on his shoulder. He was wiggling vigorously.

Remus sighed. He knew what Sirius was up to. "I'm marking homework, leave me alone," he said, gently brushing off Sirius's paws. Sirius whined and nuzzled into into Remus's legs, headbutting them a little. They opened a little reflexively, and Sirius slipped through. He barked, and put his head on Remus's laps, panting softly.
"Go away, you're like a kid." Sirius placed his paws on Remus's legs and pushed his chair away from the desk. He then stood on his hind legs and started wiggling. Remus knew he was trying to dance, and was horrifically failing. Sirius put a paw in Remus's hand, and he caught the other one as it came up. Suddenly Remus saw Sirius's face - his human face - in front of him, and they both heard a crash. Remus whipped his face to the door, wand out, on guard - but it was a student. He stood up, his red hair whipping around his face, and the two men immediately recognised him as Ron. Remus was grateful that he was wearing his shorts, until he realised he didn't have a shirt. Before he could do anything about it, Ron started speaking.
"Are you fucking serious?" Remus wrapped his arm around Sirius and smirked.
"Yes." Ron stared at him, speechless, and shook his head. Sirius laughed as the boy started to walk out, and called to him.
"Say a word of this to anyone and you're getting detention for a term!"
"Oh my god," Ron muttered, as he left. Sirius laughed again.

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"And I swear the dog turned into Sirius!" Ron said to Harry.
"Ron, my guy, I don't think you're okay, maybe you should join me. Sirius can't turn into a dog," he said, a convincing look of confusion crossing his face.
"I saw him!"
"Sure, Ron, and Voldemort's back." Ron flinched at the mention of Voldemort. "Don't do that. Being afraid of a name gives him more power," Harry said, as he sat up and turned to look out at the night sky and his dads' room.
"Why were you even there?" He asked, genuine confusion laced in his voice like a poison.
"Well, Luna was talking about those bloody Thestrals again, and obviously I can't see them, so I went to ask your dad, cause he probably knows loads about magical creatures and how to defend yourself." This made sense. Luna was known to be lost in her own little world often, daydreaming, defending herself from the Nargles, whatever it was that she did. Ron sat next to Harry on the cold white hospital bed, the mattress sinking under his weight. Harry looked at him, and a rush of happiness bloomed, squirmed around and rooted itself in his chest.
"We have to go back to proper lessons tomorrow. It's gonna be weird, with the weekend we just had here, don't you think?" Ron asks, his eyes fixated on the ever-white twinkling of the stars in the sky. Sometimes he almost felt that the stars were his family. Bright and cold and beautiful, unable to feel in the way most other humans could. But sometimes he felt broken, subhuman. If I was human I'd have had a crush by now. That thought hounded him, haunted him, hunted him down like a predator fixating on it's prey. Am I even human anymore? Was I ever human?