I officially hate the end of the year! I've been SO busy. As is you are extremely lucky to get an update now. I have three projects and my french final on Monday. :dies: Well, I hope you like it. And a warning: Again, this chapter contains mentions of cutting. I'm afraid unlike the other chapters I can't really give you a watered down version. So, um, if this is a problem for you email me and I'll try to sumarize the chappie without the references. Okay then, that done. READ AND REVIEW! As always.

Eclipse

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Knock, knock. Currently, Draco, Remus and Sirius all stood outside the door to Harry's and Ron's rooms. Draco softly called his lover's name as he slowly opened the door and peeked in; while Sirius stood impatiently moving from foot to foot and Remus leaned against the wall. When Draco looked in and saw Harry lying down he called softly once more. After he still got no reply he turned to the two adults behind him and shook his head.

"Sorry, looks as if you'll have to come back later." Sirius' eyes went wide with exasperation.

"What in the world for?"

"He's sleeping."

"Well, can't you just wake him up?" At this, Draco's anger flared up once again.

"Harry is in a very vulnerable condition. Both emotionally AND physically. He needs his rest. I am not going to allow him to fall ill just because you need to apologize for something YOU did that shouldn't have happened in the first place! Maybe it's you that should wait until HE'S ready to speak with YOU!" As Draco stopped to draw breath there was the noise of shuffling from inside the room and Draco turned back towards the chamber's occupant.

"Draco?"

"Oh, so you are awake then. You looked as if you had fallen asleep again."

"I was just thinking. What is it?" At this, Remus moved so his head was in the door.

"We, that is to say, Sirius and I, were wondering if we could talk to you."

"Wha-? Oh, ummm, sure I guess."

All three trooped in. Remus and Sirius stayed standing in the middle of the room, looking at each other uneasily. Draco went over to his lover and, kneeling down, looked him directly in the eyes.

"You don't have to talk to them if you don't want to Harry."

"I know. It's alright."

"Okay then, but if they start being absolute prats you leave. Last thing you need is to get overly stressed. Got it?" Harry rolled his eyes and sighed exasperatedly.

"Yes, Madame Pomphrey." Draco kissed him briefly and then rose and left the room.

For awhile the two men simply stayed in the middle of the room. Sirius shifting from foot to foot nervously and sharing furtive glances with Remus. Finally, Sirius coughed hesitantly and stood in front of Harry.

"Look, Harry. Malfoy told us that you heard us earlier." Harry's eyes went wide with surprise. He did? God I love that Slytherin. Wait, I didn't want them to know I heard them. Oh fuck. Gotta make 'em think it was nothing. Gotta make 'em think it was nothing!

"Oh, ummm, yeah. It's really not important. I just over reacted y'know. I mean the whole uhh, hormone thing." Smooth Harry. Real smooth. Remind them of the reason they're mad at you in the first place.

"Harry," Now it was Remus kneeling in front of him. "Draco also told us, well more like yelled at us, how upset you really were." Oh bugger all! Draco is SO going to die.

Remus reached out to Harry's arms and before Harry had time to react he had pushed up both of Harry's sleeves. Harry's emerald eyes were locked with the slightly wet brown one's of his old professor.

"Why, Harry? Why do this to yourself?" Harry only shook his head and looked down, effectively ending the contact with the werewolf's penetrating orbs. "It won't help you, not in the long run. All it'll do is hurt you, and the people you care about."

Questioning emerald looked at Moony. Sighing, Remus removed his hands from Harry and rolled up his own sleeves. Harry gasped in surprise for before him, were arms more littered with scars then his own. The only difference was he didn't have any scabs or recently healed wounds. All of his were old and a pinkish-brown color. Harry chanced a glance at Sirius only to see the man's face shadowed and dark.

"But you, you, YOU did that?"

"Yes, I did unfortunately. Being a werewolf I faced quite a lot of prejudices and things of the like. Eventually all the beatings and hate mail got to me and I turned to cutting. As stupid as it was I sought help from a razor instead of my friends." Here Remus looked over to the ex-convict. Said ex-convict was still staring at the floor broodingly. "As you can imagine, they were rather upset."

"Upset! Master of understatement Mr. Moony ladies and gentlemen! We were so bloody worried we wanted to tie you to your bed and never let you up again!"

"I remember. I'm just glad you lot settled for following me everywhere and taking away all my pointed objects. They wouldn't even let me eat with a fork or use a knife. I had to use a spoon to eat everything for almost two months." Sirius began shifting from foot to foot again when two sets of amused eyes looked at him.

"What? We were bloody hysterical! I mean, we had no idea you were hurting yourself and yet you had been doing it for almost three entire school years right under our noses. Then all of a sudden Prongs comes upstairs to see if you're okay after the Slytherins had been messing with you again and what does he see? You sitting on your bed with blood running down your arm and all you were doing was staring at it! He screamed bloody murder and then we all come upstairs to find him pulling a razor out of your hand and healing your arm." Sirius shuddered. "That was one of the scariest moments of my life. You were so calm and yet there was blood all over your sheets." Remus looked at him sadly.

"I know, and I really am sorry you had to find out that way. Granted, you weren't supposed to find out at all but I'm glad you did. It kept me from doing something I would have really regretted. Anyway," Remus turned back to Harry, who in the midst of Sirius and Remus' story had forgotten why the two were really there. "What we said Harry. It's not true." It was Sirius' turn to speak up now.

"Yeah, like Moony said. All that stuff, we-I was upset. I didn't actually mean it." Harry turned his head away from the two in order to hide his quickly filling eyes.

"That doesn't mean it's not true though. You were right, I've screwed myself and everyone else over completely. How the hell am I supposed to fight Voldemort if I won't even be able to walk properly!" Remus put his hand on Harry's arm.

"That brings me to another thing. Apparently you and Mr. Malfoy seem to think that we only care about you as a weapon against Voldemort."

"That's the only thing anybody cares about." Sirius moved over so that he was sitting next to his godson and wrapped his arm around his shoulders.

"Now THAT, Harry is a load of bullocks. We care about you. Not your next battle with a crazed lunatic." Still looking down, Harry's next words were barely a whisper. So low that both Sirius and even Remus with his werewolf senses had to strain to hear what the young Gryffindor seeker said.

"Is it true though?" Sirius looked at Remus confusedly but the werewolf just shrugged.

"Is what true?" Harry's voice, if possible, became even lower.

"I'm not like my dad. He-he would hate me now." Without a moment's hesitation Sirius drew Harry into bone cracking hug.

"James would NEVER hate you, Harry. He would never be able to. At least not without hating himself. Because, like it or not, you are a great deal like him." Harry lifted his head from Sirius' shoulder and brought his tear stained face to look at his godfather's.

"But-but you both said-" Remus cut him off before he was even half way through his sentence.

"What we said, we DIDN'T MEAN. You are your own person; you're not a clone of Prongs. But, you are still very much like him. The first time I saw you on your broom, oh god Harry. I could've sworn it was James." Sirius was smiling along with Remus now.

"Yeah, and the first time I saw you fight. Back in your third year. The way you hit Snivellus. Brilliant work m'boy. VERY James." Still sniffling slightly, Harry threw himself in his godfather's arms, dragging Remus with him.

"I love you guys. My dad couldn't have had better best friends."

The three Gryffindors stayed in that position for what seemed like hours. Harry, thinking blissfully of all they had said. Sirius, thinking back on old times when Lily was pregnant and he would spend hours at a time talking with James about what life would be like when the baby came. Remus was simply basking in the moment and thinking of all the wonders the future had in store for Harry and his Slytherin boyfriend.