Okay, so, my baby called out to me again.
Draco: She's over dramatizing.
Don't care anymore. I had to write on this story. I've been writing a lot lately and this one called out to me.
Draco: She's starting more stories than she can handle. Don't push her into anything people, she's probably will start pulling her hair out.
Nih. Anyways read and review.
Draco: Humor her. And on with the story!
WAIT! *smile sweetly at the readers and claps her hands together * A really big thanks goes out to anyone and everyone that reviewed. But a bigger one goes out to the three people that review for my note. They didn't hurt my baby. *smiles again before walking off *
Draco: * checks that Ashlyn's gone* You really have got to stop humoring her, it's driving me nuts, cause she's always happy after reading the reviews-
*From the front door * Sorry Harry, Draco is harassing my readers, so he can't come out to play.
Draco: *running for the front door * NO!
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Harry walked through a dark blue room in Godric's Hollow. From what he could remember, it was his room. A memory of him and Draco looking at the moon in the sky one night played through his mind. In his mind there was also a silver fox with them.
"Carrigan," Harry murmured to the room, before walking slowly back to the living room where his fathers were, "Where's Carrigan?"
Sirius gasped slightly, and James looked thoughtful before moving out of the room, and into what Harry remembered as his Daddy's study. He just stared at the door for a few moments and waited for him to come back and tell where Carrigan was.
"Daddy?" Harry asked, looking at James with curiosity evident in his eyes.
"About the time you went into the coma, Carrigan started getting sick, and becoming wild. We sent him to Hagrid, at Hogwarts. Hagrid's been taking care of him since," James explained to his son.
"When will I get him back?"
"Tomorrow, Siri and I will go and get him while you and Draco go to London."
Harry moved to where his fathers were sitting on the couch and curled up beside Sirius, "I don't remember ever sleeping without him," he said quietly.
"Don't worry Baby Prongs, we'll have him back tomorrow and it'll be okay," Sirius said, rubbing his son's back comfortingly, he turned back to the television show that he was watching before Harry came back into the room.
"I've got to go contact Remus and see if he's going to come and tomorrow, cause if he is, I'll have him bring Carrigan over, instead of us making the trip," James said, before kissing his husband on the forehead, and running his fingers through his son's hair.
"Is Carrigan gonna be okay?" Harry asked after a few moments of watching the muggle show.
"Yeah, Hagrid said that about the same time you came out of the coma, Carrigan started acting normal, running around, as if he was looking for something," Sirius said, still rubbing Harry's back.
"How's Uncle Remy?"
"He's really good. Him and another person are working on something that might help his changings even more than the Wolfsbane potion. He's also teaching at Hogwarts."
"Will I see him tomorrow?" Harry asked; he was content to sit, curled up against his papa for a while.
"Yes, either tomorrow or Friday," Sirius hugged Harry lightly.
The following morning Draco arrived at eight, with a bag of his clothes and a few other possessions to put in the room that he would be staying in until Harry got used to living again. He knocked lightly on the front door and laughed when James, open the door quickly, pulled him in by his shirt, and then pulled him up the stairs, looking around as if he were ready to be attacked at any moment.
Draco was then pushed into a room, James following and shutting the door loudly, "What are you doing?" Draco asked him, taking in his half awake state.
"I woke up this morning, and Harry and Siri were whispering to each other, giggling, like how me and Siri used to do when we were going to pull a prank. I know they are plotting something, and I fear for my sanity! It's like when you and Harry were young, only now Harry can reach anything he needs in the kitchen, and he can read any of the old books," James whispered before putting his ear to the door, listening for footsteps in the hall.
Draco laughed loudly when James pulled away from the door and saw that the man was now half hot pink and half lime green. James looked at his hands before opening the door and running towards his son's room, letting out what could only be described as a war cry, as he jumped onto the bed where his son and husband were laughing. He moved to tickle Harry, while threatening his lover of 'bad things' later. Draco watched all this from the hallway, until Harry noticed him.
"Draco! Help me!" the blonde laughed before pulling off his shoes and jacket, and then entering the room, "Hurry!"
"What am I supposed to do?" Draco asked, watching as his friend was taken under by another tickling attack.
"Get him off of me! Papa! Help please!"
Draco moved to push James off of his best friend when he heard knowing downstairs, "There's someone at the door," he said above Harry's laughter, James ceased in his attack as Sirius left the room.
Draco watched James hug Harry close, before getting off the bed and walking out of the room also, leaving the two teenaged boys alone.
"Are we really going to London today?" Harry asked excitedly, he said up, and made room for Draco to sit on the bed also.
"Yeah, it'll be fun, and you need some new clothes anyways," Draco said, looking at the pair of pants that Harry was currently wearing, he could tell that they were some of James's, "But for now, you'll have to wear something of mine. I brought you a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. Oh, yeah, and shoes."
"Thanks," Harry said, as Draco made himself comfortable on the bed, "It's weird, I mean being back here."
"It will be for a while, but you have to remember some of the things that I taught you. They'll help a lot, I promise. Besides when you get used to it-" Draco was cut off as something silver darted into the room, onto the bed and started licking Harry's face.
"Carrigan!" came the excited yell from Harry, as he recognized the magical silver fox. He hugged it close.
Draco remember the fox, he also remember how it got after Harry went into the coma, he was surprised that it was acting normal, but none the less was happy to see it back.
"When are we leaving?" Harry asked, after he got the fox to calm down, it was now curled up beside him, and seemingly glaring at anything that moved, as if daring anything to take Harry away again.
"Probably later in the afternoon, cause I bet that you'll have visitors for your first day home, and you should see everyone who missed you before anything else. I'm going to go and get those clothes for you, so that you can be presentable to visit people," Draco said, smiling slightly, before walking out the door and into his room, to retrieve the clothes he had brought for Harry.
London could wait, and Draco wasn't sure if he'd be able to get Harry away from the fox anyways. He sighed, before walking back into Harry's room, where Harry was walking around and touching things, with the fox still on the bed, watching his every move.
Draco studied his friend for a few moments, before he moved and placed the clothes on the bed and walked out of the room and down stairs.
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::A\N::
Carrigan, the magical silver fox was explained somewhat in the prequel to this story, that isn't finished either, but I'll post what I had written in there to explain the magical silver foxes.
--Carrigan was Harry's silver fox. It was one of the few magical silver foxes in the world. They are destined by the fates for an owner that would need them. And Harry and Carrigan were born at the exact same time, the same date, and, as much as people said it wasn't true, it was written in the stars that they be together for all time. And if separated bad things would happen to both, and the person who separated them.--
Draco: She's over dramatizing.
Don't care anymore. I had to write on this story. I've been writing a lot lately and this one called out to me.
Draco: She's starting more stories than she can handle. Don't push her into anything people, she's probably will start pulling her hair out.
Nih. Anyways read and review.
Draco: Humor her. And on with the story!
WAIT! *smile sweetly at the readers and claps her hands together * A really big thanks goes out to anyone and everyone that reviewed. But a bigger one goes out to the three people that review for my note. They didn't hurt my baby. *smiles again before walking off *
Draco: * checks that Ashlyn's gone* You really have got to stop humoring her, it's driving me nuts, cause she's always happy after reading the reviews-
*From the front door * Sorry Harry, Draco is harassing my readers, so he can't come out to play.
Draco: *running for the front door * NO!
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Harry walked through a dark blue room in Godric's Hollow. From what he could remember, it was his room. A memory of him and Draco looking at the moon in the sky one night played through his mind. In his mind there was also a silver fox with them.
"Carrigan," Harry murmured to the room, before walking slowly back to the living room where his fathers were, "Where's Carrigan?"
Sirius gasped slightly, and James looked thoughtful before moving out of the room, and into what Harry remembered as his Daddy's study. He just stared at the door for a few moments and waited for him to come back and tell where Carrigan was.
"Daddy?" Harry asked, looking at James with curiosity evident in his eyes.
"About the time you went into the coma, Carrigan started getting sick, and becoming wild. We sent him to Hagrid, at Hogwarts. Hagrid's been taking care of him since," James explained to his son.
"When will I get him back?"
"Tomorrow, Siri and I will go and get him while you and Draco go to London."
Harry moved to where his fathers were sitting on the couch and curled up beside Sirius, "I don't remember ever sleeping without him," he said quietly.
"Don't worry Baby Prongs, we'll have him back tomorrow and it'll be okay," Sirius said, rubbing his son's back comfortingly, he turned back to the television show that he was watching before Harry came back into the room.
"I've got to go contact Remus and see if he's going to come and tomorrow, cause if he is, I'll have him bring Carrigan over, instead of us making the trip," James said, before kissing his husband on the forehead, and running his fingers through his son's hair.
"Is Carrigan gonna be okay?" Harry asked after a few moments of watching the muggle show.
"Yeah, Hagrid said that about the same time you came out of the coma, Carrigan started acting normal, running around, as if he was looking for something," Sirius said, still rubbing Harry's back.
"How's Uncle Remy?"
"He's really good. Him and another person are working on something that might help his changings even more than the Wolfsbane potion. He's also teaching at Hogwarts."
"Will I see him tomorrow?" Harry asked; he was content to sit, curled up against his papa for a while.
"Yes, either tomorrow or Friday," Sirius hugged Harry lightly.
The following morning Draco arrived at eight, with a bag of his clothes and a few other possessions to put in the room that he would be staying in until Harry got used to living again. He knocked lightly on the front door and laughed when James, open the door quickly, pulled him in by his shirt, and then pulled him up the stairs, looking around as if he were ready to be attacked at any moment.
Draco was then pushed into a room, James following and shutting the door loudly, "What are you doing?" Draco asked him, taking in his half awake state.
"I woke up this morning, and Harry and Siri were whispering to each other, giggling, like how me and Siri used to do when we were going to pull a prank. I know they are plotting something, and I fear for my sanity! It's like when you and Harry were young, only now Harry can reach anything he needs in the kitchen, and he can read any of the old books," James whispered before putting his ear to the door, listening for footsteps in the hall.
Draco laughed loudly when James pulled away from the door and saw that the man was now half hot pink and half lime green. James looked at his hands before opening the door and running towards his son's room, letting out what could only be described as a war cry, as he jumped onto the bed where his son and husband were laughing. He moved to tickle Harry, while threatening his lover of 'bad things' later. Draco watched all this from the hallway, until Harry noticed him.
"Draco! Help me!" the blonde laughed before pulling off his shoes and jacket, and then entering the room, "Hurry!"
"What am I supposed to do?" Draco asked, watching as his friend was taken under by another tickling attack.
"Get him off of me! Papa! Help please!"
Draco moved to push James off of his best friend when he heard knowing downstairs, "There's someone at the door," he said above Harry's laughter, James ceased in his attack as Sirius left the room.
Draco watched James hug Harry close, before getting off the bed and walking out of the room also, leaving the two teenaged boys alone.
"Are we really going to London today?" Harry asked excitedly, he said up, and made room for Draco to sit on the bed also.
"Yeah, it'll be fun, and you need some new clothes anyways," Draco said, looking at the pair of pants that Harry was currently wearing, he could tell that they were some of James's, "But for now, you'll have to wear something of mine. I brought you a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. Oh, yeah, and shoes."
"Thanks," Harry said, as Draco made himself comfortable on the bed, "It's weird, I mean being back here."
"It will be for a while, but you have to remember some of the things that I taught you. They'll help a lot, I promise. Besides when you get used to it-" Draco was cut off as something silver darted into the room, onto the bed and started licking Harry's face.
"Carrigan!" came the excited yell from Harry, as he recognized the magical silver fox. He hugged it close.
Draco remember the fox, he also remember how it got after Harry went into the coma, he was surprised that it was acting normal, but none the less was happy to see it back.
"When are we leaving?" Harry asked, after he got the fox to calm down, it was now curled up beside him, and seemingly glaring at anything that moved, as if daring anything to take Harry away again.
"Probably later in the afternoon, cause I bet that you'll have visitors for your first day home, and you should see everyone who missed you before anything else. I'm going to go and get those clothes for you, so that you can be presentable to visit people," Draco said, smiling slightly, before walking out the door and into his room, to retrieve the clothes he had brought for Harry.
London could wait, and Draco wasn't sure if he'd be able to get Harry away from the fox anyways. He sighed, before walking back into Harry's room, where Harry was walking around and touching things, with the fox still on the bed, watching his every move.
Draco studied his friend for a few moments, before he moved and placed the clothes on the bed and walked out of the room and down stairs.
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::A\N::
Carrigan, the magical silver fox was explained somewhat in the prequel to this story, that isn't finished either, but I'll post what I had written in there to explain the magical silver foxes.
--Carrigan was Harry's silver fox. It was one of the few magical silver foxes in the world. They are destined by the fates for an owner that would need them. And Harry and Carrigan were born at the exact same time, the same date, and, as much as people said it wasn't true, it was written in the stars that they be together for all time. And if separated bad things would happen to both, and the person who separated them.--