Few months later

Harry hesitated on the landing. In his right hand was an envelope containing a letter sprawled with his handwriting. He walked a few steps forward, and stopped. Then he turned back and ran into his room. In his room, he gave a hefty sigh of frustration and sat on his bed holding his head. Looking up, he caught sight of himself in the mirror and grinned. What a sight he was. His hands were stained with ink and his hair was sticking up from all the ruffling done to it due to frustration.

'Alright, alright, let's do it, Potter.' He told himself. Standing up, he walked to his godfathers' room once more. Knocking hesitantly, he stood and waited. The door opened and revealed Sirius in his pajamas. Harry grinned. He had purposely waited till the end of the day to hand over the letter to Sirius and Remus so that they could sleep on it before confronting Harry about it the next day.

"Kiddo? What is it?" Sirius said. "Or are you looking for Remus?"

"Uh… Both of you actually." Harry said as he was ushered into the room.

"What is it, Harry?" asked Remus from the bed with a book on his lap.

"I… Uh…" Harry stopped and gathered his breathe. "MypsychologistwantsmetowritealettertobothofyouabouttheDursleystoprovethatI'mwellandoverit. So here it is! Bye!" Harry said as he flung the letter on the table and ran into his room.

"I'm going to sleep! Now! So don't disturb me!" Harry yelled before slamming the door to his room.

As soon as he closed the door, he quickly scuttled around the room finding for his boxers to sleep in. Then, he jumped into bed, muttered Nox and went under the covers all the while fervently hoping Sirius and Remus wouldn't keel over and have a heart attack over the letter.

Sirius and Remus stared at each other and then to the letter sitting innocently on their bed side table. Remus was the first to move as he picked the letter up and guided Sirius to sit on their bed. Carefully, he slit the envelope and took out the letter.

Dear Padfoot and Moony,

My psychologist told me that if I wrote a letter to you, it would mean that I'm ready to move on in my life. She told me that I would never heal from what I have endured but I would learn to move on and never look back. Her words, not mine. I am supposed to write to you about what I faced there when I was young. She said that it was okay not to tell you the whole thing. So I guess I'll tell you some of my experiences there. As you can tell though, I'm not thrilled to be telling you this. I do like having Padfoot around. It would be rather hard to visit him in Azkaban after all…..

When I was small, I lived in a cupboard under the stairs. It was a small dingy little thing and I loved it then. It was my save haven where the musty smell and the little spiders scuttling around me was my comfort. In the morning, ever since I was 5 years old, Petunia would wake me up to cook breakfast. In the early days whenever I burnt the food, my hand would be burnt too. Vernon took pleasure in my screams and the smell of my burning hand. Soon though I learnt quickly and my hand never got burnt again. After the Dursley's breakfast, I was given 2 pages full of chores. There were usually about 20 chores on it and most were difficult for a 5 year old kid to do. Dudley liked to get in my way and would often purposely sabotage my chores so that I would get into more trouble. When Vernon gets back, he would check how much chores I had left incomplete. When I was smaller and more naïve, I would rush around the house trying to complete everything on the list. One day I did complete it and I walked proudly to Vernon to show the ticked boxes. However my big grin only served to anger him and he beat me because he thought I was mocking him.

Since then, I simply did not bother rushing through the chores. I did what I could and the rest that I could not, I was punished for it. The punishments vary. Sometimes it was merely a 3 day fast or sometimes it would involve a severe beating. I learnt when I was 6 never to shout or cry in the middle of a beating because that only serves to excite Vernon more.

One day when Vernon was scolding me about a work that I had done perfectly (he said it was wrongly done), I got so angry that the glass windows broke. Vernon went so pale I thought he was going to faint. His blissful silence was interrupted by Petunia's shrill shriek about 'the freaks'. Then Vernon got angry and my punishment became worse. It was later until I got into Hogwarts that I realize I had done accidental magic. Weird things used to happen when I was young about 3 years old. But after beatings after beatings, I learnt to control them.

My childhood though bad, was not horrible. I'm still alive and stronger for it, Siri, Rem. Don't dwell on the past and stop imagining yourself killing them, Siri. You have that glint in your eyes sometimes when you look at me and I just know you're imagining yourself torturing the Dursleys! After this letter, let's stop being maudlin over this, guys. I made my peace with all this already. I know that I'm not a freak or useless as they called me. I know that mom and dad were not useless as they had said and had died heroes instead of being drunkards. I'm loved now by you guys and my friends. Circumstances has changed a lot since then. I'm alright now and I need you to be alright too. So please, Siri, Rem. Let's move on from this and let us be a stronger family for it.

Harry.

The two finished the letter silently. The air around them was solemn and tense. "He's right you know." Remus said breaking the tense silence. "We need to move on instead of being so hell-bent on revenge. That's not what Harry needs and I bet the psychologist made Harry write this letter for our benefit as well as his too."

His words were only met by silence.

Sirius stood up slowly. His mind was in a whirlwind. He was so… So anguished that his godson had to go through all that. All the beatings, the 3 days fastings! He even said it was 'mere' punishment. If so, then what was the worse ones? Did he even want to know?

He walked slowly to Harry's room still thinking. He was aware of Remus standing behind him following silently. He opened the door to Harry's room and mutely look at the bed containing his godson. He's godson's small lithe figure only served to remind him of the 'mere' 3 days fast. How many of those 'fasts' were there? How many were there until his body was left malnourished till he was so small?

He walked noiselessly towards the bed, his feet soundlessly stepping on the carpeted floor. He sat slowly on the bed and ran his hand through Harry's hair. Remus placed a hand on his shoulder. Harry gave a twitch in his sleep and opened his eyes blearily.

"Okay…" Sirius said. "Okay… Let's move on."

His voice was a stark contrast from his usual one. His usual one was loud and bright. Now, he's was quiet and gravelly. "Okay…." He whispered once more.

Harry smiled sadly. "Thank you." He said heartfelt, as he moved to hug Sirius and Remus. His body then shook as tears started to leak from his eyes. His psychologist had said on his first visit that he was in fact not as fine with his childhood trauma as he said he was. But on his last visit, she had said that Harry was recovering. And he knew, that tonight had healed the worst of his wounds and that one day he would be okay.

THE END(:

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