This story was only meant to be a one shot, but after some positive responses, it now be a fully fledged story, made up of one shots chapters. I do don't own Harry Potter all rights belong to Jk Rowling. Thank you.
After leaving Number Four, they arrived at Number 12 Grimwould Palce London. Harry gave his godfather a confused look. Sirius just grinned, he'd let Harry enter first. Harry, dragging his trunk behind him, the door that was directly ahead was open, Remus could be seen reading the paper. He heard everything, looking up from the paper, he smiles as Harry entered.
"Harry welcome home." Remus tells him, getting up Remus pulls him into a hug, Harry returns the affection.
"Hey come on Moony, I was meant to say that." Sirius whines. Remus just grins they turn to face him.
"Harry, we want you to feel at home while you live here, there is one thing I need you to do Harry. Now that you know about Remus's secret, I've set a room aside for him to use once a month. While he's in there Harry under no circumstances are you to enter that room while he's transformed ok." Harry nods, "I know he takes the wolfsbane potion, it's just for your safety." Harry nods to show he understood what his godfather was asking of him. It felt stange to Harry, that for the first time in his life he was being shown love. Harry relished the feeling, the contrast to his aunt and uncles was worlds apart.
"Now your new room has been set up, I've had the family's elf make up my brother's old room for you. Feel free to make the room your own Harry." Sirius watches his godson leave, turning to Remus he sighs.
"It's almost like having James back." He moans in hurt, lemanting for the man who he consried a brother in all but blood. Remus shares his thoughts too.
"I know Padfoot, I miss him too." Thankful that James didn't cast him aside after finding out about him being a werewolf.
"Peter though why didn't we see it coming? We should have seen it coming!" Sirius yells, slamming his fist on to the table. Remus did his best to calm his best friend down. Harry had come back down at this point. He was now eavesdropping in on his two new guardians.
