The characters, places, and song used do not belong to me. They are the
property of J.K. Rowling and the Beatles, respectively. However, I am
claiming Remus' apron…
Contains male/male pairing, aka slash. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Anyway, enjoy!
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Harry opened his eyes and smiled as he realized what day it was: July 31, his sixteenth birthday.
'Yes this is going to be the best birthday ever,' he thought as he fumbled around for his glasses. Not only was he not with the Dursleys but he was living with two of his favorite people- Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.
At the end of the previous school year, Harry's fifth, Sirius' name had finally been cleared and Peter Pettigrew was thrown into Azkaban. Once again Harry's godfather asked if Harry would like to live with him. The answer was, of course, yes. So after Harry's final exam was over he and Sirius made a little visit to the Dursleys to let them know that Harry would no longer be staying with them.
Harry chuckled as he remembered the incident. It was very similar to the confrontation between Ron's Dad and Uncle Vernon the summer before Harry's fourth year. But this visit didn't end with the living room in shambles and Dudley's tongue three feet longer than usual. This had been far funnier. The Dursleys recognized Sirius from the wanted ads on TV. That only added to their horror of meeting an adult wizard who was allowed to use his magic in their home. Sirius put more hexes on them than Harry could name. He was sure all of the effects wouldn't completely wear off for months. The Dursleys were so scared by the end of the visit they probably would have given Sirius their house if they thought it would make him leave them alone. But once they had arrived at Sirius' house, several miles from Hogsmeade, it was Harry's turn to receive a shock.
Remus Lupin, Harry's former Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor and one of Sirius' best friends from his time at Hogwarts, was waiting for them in the kitchen sipping tea when they arrived. He greeted both of them warmly and turned to Sirius. "Should we tell him now?" he asked, and Sirius nodded.
"Harry," Remus started, "I'm moving in with the two of you."
"And we wanted to wait until I was officially cleared to tell you this Harry. Remus and I have been dating since our sixth year at school and we're still just as much in love."
"I guess we're trying to make up for the thirteen years we had to spend apart."
Sirius snorted. "Yes, that and Moony here doesn't trust me to take care of my own godson by myself!"
Harry gaped at the couple, and then a look of understanding crept across his face followed by a smile. "Oh, so that's why Dumbledore kept sending you to talk to Remus last year." And the three of them burst into laughter.
As Harry got dressed, he grew even more excited. Sirius and Remus were going to take Harry to Diagon Alley to shop for school supplies and his birthday presents. Then they were going to the Burrow for dinner with the Weasleys and Hermione.
Harry heard Remus' voice as he ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Sirius, I asked you to hand me a cup of flour- not use your wand to send it flying towards me and then dump it over my head!" A now very white Remus was glowering at Sirius who was nearly rolling on the floor laughing. It was at times like these that it was clear to Harry who of the Marauders had organized their pranks and who had been the voice of reason.
"I see you two are enjoying yourselves this morning," Harry said brightly as he sat down at the table.
"Well Siri and I were making you a cake until he decided I was the mixing bowl." Remus pointed his wand at himself making the flour disappear. He was wearing a pink ruffled apron over his usual robes.
Harry didn't know whether be scared or laugh. "Er, Remus… why are you wearing that apron?"
"Well, er … ah," Remus coughed and blushed slightly. "It was on Sirius', er, suggestion. He seems to like it."
"Indeed I do," Sirius muttered, smiling evilly.
Harry pretended not to hear this comment. "So about this cake… you didn't really mean were making it, did you Moony?" Harry tried to give him an innocent smile.
"I meant it if you or your troublesome godfather decide to disturb me."
Sirius let out a heavy, melodramatic sigh. "I suppose that would be our cue to go into the living room now," he said, dragging Harry by the hand.
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By midmorning, the cake was in the oven, and all three members of the household were ready to leave, with a pinch of Floo Powder in their hands. They each stepped into the fire, tossed the powder in the air and said "The Leaky Cauldron". A few seconds later, they appeared with a pop in the fireplace of the biggest pub on Diagon Alley.
"Alright," Harry said looking down at his list of school supplies. "First we need to go to Flourish and Blotts for my new books, then Ollivanders to get my wand cleaned, and then to get some new robes to replace the ones I ruined during my Potions exam last term." His truth potion had been a little too strong and he had boiled it a little too long. The cauldron exploded and the potion had burned holes in the table as well as Harry's robes beyond what a simple charm could fix. But thankfully for his potions grade, Snape had been in an uncharacteristically good mood that day and had given him another chance to make the potion- after he cleaned up his first cauldron, that is.
After the first two errands had been accomplished, Remus and Harry headed off to Madame Malkin's as Sirius went to purchase some things they needed around the house. Harry was utterly shocked by the sight that greeted him as he entered the shop.
Draco Malfoy was standing in front of a three-way mirror trying on a robe. And not just any robe, mind you—this was the tightest men's dress robe Harry had ever seen. Malfoy might have almost been handsome- that is if he wasn't, well, Malfoy. Harry nearly choked in shock.
"They actually make robes like that?"
"They sure do. In fact Sirius used to have a few of them."
"S-Sirius had those?"
"Actually, if I remember correctly, his were midnight blue. But that's rather irrelevant, isn't it? He enjoyed showing off all the muscle he got from Quidditch practice." Lupin lowered his voice slightly, "and he got an even bigger kick out of watching the girls' faces fall as he came to a dance looking like that, with me on his arm!"
This image sent both of them into a fit of laughter. At this point Draco finally noticed their presence and turned around coldly.
"So … Potter's come to do his charity work, I see. But who would have thought that Professor Lupin's need was so dire that he would abandon Weasley. Or have you brought him along too? Maybe to carry the bags for a few extra knuts?"
His snide remark sobered both Harry and Remus quickly. Then unexpectedly Remus grinned slightly.
"Draco, I haven't had the pleasure of seeing you since the end of your third year. I've really missed teaching you. Though I imagine your being transfigured into a ferret and bounced along the stone floor of the halls has greatly changed your attitude at school."
The blond haired boy got a sour look on his face. He knew exactly what Remus was talking about. Everyone, inside and outside of school, knew about it; the incident had become famous. Professor Moody, who had taken Lupin's old position, turned Malfoy into a bouncing white ferret at the beginning of the school year for trying to attack Harry when his back was turned. Malfoy scowled at him and blushed at the same time.
He took advantage of Malfoy's momentary silence. Harry walked past him on his way toward the rack of robes. "By the way, nice robe Malfoy," he snickered.
Harry watched Draco angrily flounce back to the dressing room. Slowly he turned around and pointed his wand at Harry. But before he could say a curse, Remus had his wand pointed at Draco and had already muttered a spell.
Draco opened and closed his mouth several times. Then he clutched his throat with something that looked very much like panic.
"As I am no longer you professor," Remus said rather matter of factly, "I see no reason not to ensure a few moments peace from you while we shop. Your voice will return within an hour." Harry could have sworn Remus added under his breath, 'or two…'. Remus turned to Harry, "So, some new school robes… shall we?"
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"Siri, you should have seen the look on his face! Honestly, I wish I had had a camera. Malfoy hasn't looked that shocked since the time Hermione slapped him."
The three residents of the Black household were sitting around the table drinking pumpkin juice. Harry was updating Sirius on their earlier encounter with Malfoy in Madam Malkin's.
"Remus was absolutely brilliant," Harry gushed. "You know Moony, I'd really like to learn that curse. It might come in handy if Malfoy insists on bothering us again- or if Hermione starts quoting Hogwarts, A History too much…"
"Well I suppose it would be ok if I showed it to you… as long as you don't make a habit of using it." Harry grinned.
Sirius' face abruptly grew stern. "Now Remus," he chided, "as brilliant as you may have been, I'm very disappointed in you… Why in Merlin's name couldn't you have cursed the git while I was there to enjoy it?"
"I'm sorry Padfoot," Remus said gravely trying to mask his amusement. "Next time I decide to curse a former student that I know you particularly don't like, I'll be sure to wait until you're there."
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Chapter 2, going to the Burrow, will be uploaded soon.
But while you're waiting, please review!
Contains male/male pairing, aka slash. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Anyway, enjoy!
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Harry opened his eyes and smiled as he realized what day it was: July 31, his sixteenth birthday.
'Yes this is going to be the best birthday ever,' he thought as he fumbled around for his glasses. Not only was he not with the Dursleys but he was living with two of his favorite people- Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.
At the end of the previous school year, Harry's fifth, Sirius' name had finally been cleared and Peter Pettigrew was thrown into Azkaban. Once again Harry's godfather asked if Harry would like to live with him. The answer was, of course, yes. So after Harry's final exam was over he and Sirius made a little visit to the Dursleys to let them know that Harry would no longer be staying with them.
Harry chuckled as he remembered the incident. It was very similar to the confrontation between Ron's Dad and Uncle Vernon the summer before Harry's fourth year. But this visit didn't end with the living room in shambles and Dudley's tongue three feet longer than usual. This had been far funnier. The Dursleys recognized Sirius from the wanted ads on TV. That only added to their horror of meeting an adult wizard who was allowed to use his magic in their home. Sirius put more hexes on them than Harry could name. He was sure all of the effects wouldn't completely wear off for months. The Dursleys were so scared by the end of the visit they probably would have given Sirius their house if they thought it would make him leave them alone. But once they had arrived at Sirius' house, several miles from Hogsmeade, it was Harry's turn to receive a shock.
Remus Lupin, Harry's former Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor and one of Sirius' best friends from his time at Hogwarts, was waiting for them in the kitchen sipping tea when they arrived. He greeted both of them warmly and turned to Sirius. "Should we tell him now?" he asked, and Sirius nodded.
"Harry," Remus started, "I'm moving in with the two of you."
"And we wanted to wait until I was officially cleared to tell you this Harry. Remus and I have been dating since our sixth year at school and we're still just as much in love."
"I guess we're trying to make up for the thirteen years we had to spend apart."
Sirius snorted. "Yes, that and Moony here doesn't trust me to take care of my own godson by myself!"
Harry gaped at the couple, and then a look of understanding crept across his face followed by a smile. "Oh, so that's why Dumbledore kept sending you to talk to Remus last year." And the three of them burst into laughter.
As Harry got dressed, he grew even more excited. Sirius and Remus were going to take Harry to Diagon Alley to shop for school supplies and his birthday presents. Then they were going to the Burrow for dinner with the Weasleys and Hermione.
Harry heard Remus' voice as he ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Sirius, I asked you to hand me a cup of flour- not use your wand to send it flying towards me and then dump it over my head!" A now very white Remus was glowering at Sirius who was nearly rolling on the floor laughing. It was at times like these that it was clear to Harry who of the Marauders had organized their pranks and who had been the voice of reason.
"I see you two are enjoying yourselves this morning," Harry said brightly as he sat down at the table.
"Well Siri and I were making you a cake until he decided I was the mixing bowl." Remus pointed his wand at himself making the flour disappear. He was wearing a pink ruffled apron over his usual robes.
Harry didn't know whether be scared or laugh. "Er, Remus… why are you wearing that apron?"
"Well, er … ah," Remus coughed and blushed slightly. "It was on Sirius', er, suggestion. He seems to like it."
"Indeed I do," Sirius muttered, smiling evilly.
Harry pretended not to hear this comment. "So about this cake… you didn't really mean were making it, did you Moony?" Harry tried to give him an innocent smile.
"I meant it if you or your troublesome godfather decide to disturb me."
Sirius let out a heavy, melodramatic sigh. "I suppose that would be our cue to go into the living room now," he said, dragging Harry by the hand.
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By midmorning, the cake was in the oven, and all three members of the household were ready to leave, with a pinch of Floo Powder in their hands. They each stepped into the fire, tossed the powder in the air and said "The Leaky Cauldron". A few seconds later, they appeared with a pop in the fireplace of the biggest pub on Diagon Alley.
"Alright," Harry said looking down at his list of school supplies. "First we need to go to Flourish and Blotts for my new books, then Ollivanders to get my wand cleaned, and then to get some new robes to replace the ones I ruined during my Potions exam last term." His truth potion had been a little too strong and he had boiled it a little too long. The cauldron exploded and the potion had burned holes in the table as well as Harry's robes beyond what a simple charm could fix. But thankfully for his potions grade, Snape had been in an uncharacteristically good mood that day and had given him another chance to make the potion- after he cleaned up his first cauldron, that is.
After the first two errands had been accomplished, Remus and Harry headed off to Madame Malkin's as Sirius went to purchase some things they needed around the house. Harry was utterly shocked by the sight that greeted him as he entered the shop.
Draco Malfoy was standing in front of a three-way mirror trying on a robe. And not just any robe, mind you—this was the tightest men's dress robe Harry had ever seen. Malfoy might have almost been handsome- that is if he wasn't, well, Malfoy. Harry nearly choked in shock.
"They actually make robes like that?"
"They sure do. In fact Sirius used to have a few of them."
"S-Sirius had those?"
"Actually, if I remember correctly, his were midnight blue. But that's rather irrelevant, isn't it? He enjoyed showing off all the muscle he got from Quidditch practice." Lupin lowered his voice slightly, "and he got an even bigger kick out of watching the girls' faces fall as he came to a dance looking like that, with me on his arm!"
This image sent both of them into a fit of laughter. At this point Draco finally noticed their presence and turned around coldly.
"So … Potter's come to do his charity work, I see. But who would have thought that Professor Lupin's need was so dire that he would abandon Weasley. Or have you brought him along too? Maybe to carry the bags for a few extra knuts?"
His snide remark sobered both Harry and Remus quickly. Then unexpectedly Remus grinned slightly.
"Draco, I haven't had the pleasure of seeing you since the end of your third year. I've really missed teaching you. Though I imagine your being transfigured into a ferret and bounced along the stone floor of the halls has greatly changed your attitude at school."
The blond haired boy got a sour look on his face. He knew exactly what Remus was talking about. Everyone, inside and outside of school, knew about it; the incident had become famous. Professor Moody, who had taken Lupin's old position, turned Malfoy into a bouncing white ferret at the beginning of the school year for trying to attack Harry when his back was turned. Malfoy scowled at him and blushed at the same time.
He took advantage of Malfoy's momentary silence. Harry walked past him on his way toward the rack of robes. "By the way, nice robe Malfoy," he snickered.
Harry watched Draco angrily flounce back to the dressing room. Slowly he turned around and pointed his wand at Harry. But before he could say a curse, Remus had his wand pointed at Draco and had already muttered a spell.
Draco opened and closed his mouth several times. Then he clutched his throat with something that looked very much like panic.
"As I am no longer you professor," Remus said rather matter of factly, "I see no reason not to ensure a few moments peace from you while we shop. Your voice will return within an hour." Harry could have sworn Remus added under his breath, 'or two…'. Remus turned to Harry, "So, some new school robes… shall we?"
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"Siri, you should have seen the look on his face! Honestly, I wish I had had a camera. Malfoy hasn't looked that shocked since the time Hermione slapped him."
The three residents of the Black household were sitting around the table drinking pumpkin juice. Harry was updating Sirius on their earlier encounter with Malfoy in Madam Malkin's.
"Remus was absolutely brilliant," Harry gushed. "You know Moony, I'd really like to learn that curse. It might come in handy if Malfoy insists on bothering us again- or if Hermione starts quoting Hogwarts, A History too much…"
"Well I suppose it would be ok if I showed it to you… as long as you don't make a habit of using it." Harry grinned.
Sirius' face abruptly grew stern. "Now Remus," he chided, "as brilliant as you may have been, I'm very disappointed in you… Why in Merlin's name couldn't you have cursed the git while I was there to enjoy it?"
"I'm sorry Padfoot," Remus said gravely trying to mask his amusement. "Next time I decide to curse a former student that I know you particularly don't like, I'll be sure to wait until you're there."
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Chapter 2, going to the Burrow, will be uploaded soon.
But while you're waiting, please review!