I know I'm sort of going off track a bit but in a chapter or two it will be back to the main aim of the story, the trials and trebulations of raising Harry :3 Please read and review, you know I love it hehe.

When Harry wakes up, I will take him home with me and tutor him until Umbridge is gone. I'll have Hermione and Ron as well, so that they can all learn enough to scrape the OWLs at least. Then, when that foul beetle has gone from Hogwarts, they can return and learn there properly. Remus was trying to sort out a plan in his head as he watched Harry lying almost lifelessly in the bed. Ron and Hermione were also watching him – he had gone to fetch them at midnight as promised. Madam Pomphrey had looked slightly disgusted at how dirty they were and quickly used a few cleaning spells on them before locking the doors and windows and placing a charm on them which resists Alohamora from the outside. At this point, Sirius had transformed from a black dog rapidly losing his hair to a tall, frightened looking man with rather a lot of hair missing. The four sat silently, each lost in their own thoughts. A loud hammering at the door broke through their thoughts. Madam Pomphrey bustled over and quietly asked through the door,

"Who is it?"

"Ginny, Ginny Weasley."

"Last year in October why were you in the hospital wing?"

"Because my fingers were mouldy from Flobberworm spit."

Madam Pomphrey briefly lifted the wards and allowed her in. She ran full tilt to the bed. She hadn't been allowed anywhere near Harry for nearly the entire month he'd been in a coma. Madam Pomphrey conjured another chair which she promptly sat on.

"How is he?" Ginny quietly asked, her voice cracked.

She was expecting Remus or Sirius to answer, but Harry himself answered. His eyes shot open, bloodshot and full of emotion. He stared, unblinkingly ahead. His five watchers also stared. But just moments after they opened, they closed again.

Now just Remus and Sirius were left. Ginny had gone back to the girls dorm along with Hermione under the invisibility cloak, and Hermione walked it back. Then Hermione and Ron under the cloak had sneaked down and outside and found a long stick to prod the knot so that they could get back 'home'.

"I heard Remus muttering to himself." Hermione told a yawning Ron.

"Okay."

"He was saying that when Harry wakes up he'll take all three of us to his cottage and teach us until Umbridge is gone."

"Okay."

"Ron!"

"Yes?"

"Isn't that amazing?"

Ron yawned widely and gave a nod.

"You're an idiot, Ronald Bilius Weasley. I love you."

Ron stared with surprise after Hermione as she marched ahead, to shocked at what she'd said to retaliate with anything.

"Padfoot?"

"Moony."

"Will you be okay here by yourself? I need to do something. Something quite important."

"Of course, Moony. If he wakes up while your gone I'll sent a patronus, mate."

Remus quickly moved towards Madam Pomphrey's room, to the next available floo fire.

"Lupin Cottage!"

The cottage was calm, still. A very thin layer of dust lay over everything, and Remus began to realise how much he smelt: he'd spent the last month in the hospital wing, only leaving for Ron and Hermione. He had eaten and drank regularly, Madam Pomphrey ensured that, but he hadn't washed in a while and he'd worn the same clothes for a month. He shook his head at how bad he smelt compared to the fresh sweetness of the cottage before running to the bathroom to wash.

His bathroom (attached to his room, which had once been his parents room) was a slightly bigger version of the bathroom one floor up, a floor down from Harry. The floor was flagstones and the walls whitewashed (nary the wooden beams, which remained dark brown). A tin bath was sat in the corner of the room, with a tap sitting over it. A stone seat with a hole in it sat over the bowl and tube that made up the toilet, with a bucket of water to flush it away beside it and a metal stick with toilet rolls on it beside it. The sink was a table with a large steel pot on it sat beneath a tap, with a large bar of pink carbolic soap sat on the table part. It was very old-fashioned, but there again Remus liked it that way. This bathroom was homely to him. Even if he did have to pour water he'd just washed his hands with down the toilet. He quickly ran a bath and fetched a bar of nice soap and a sponge from his washing drawer in his room. He also got his razor and carefully shaved his face, making sure to leave his intricate moustache. He scrubbed and washed himself in the bath, getting every last grain of dirt and bead of sweat off of his body before lying back in the (quickly scourgified – hey, he didn't want to lie back in his own dirt) water and letting it's warmth seep through his muscles and veins. Once he was clean, warm and relaxed, his hair once more floppy and shiny, he quickly got out and dashed naked and dripping into his own room before grabbing a clean towel from his small, personal airing cupboard and rubbing himself dry. Then, he fished out a clean suit (another tweedy number, this one complete with leather elbow patches) and shoved it on, enjoying the crisp, clean material.

"Now to sort out sleeping arrangements for Ron and Hermione."

An hour later, Remus had sorted things out: he'd used several spells to expand Harry's room. Then, he had used 'locomotor' to transfer two beds between some of the spare but bare rooms downstairs to up into Harry's. He put two closer together and then transfigured a bed sheet to form a blind between one of the beds and the other two, so that the three would be together but Hermione would get as much privacy as she needed. Then, he decided to go down to the room he had used for homework as a small child and change it into a classroom.

The room was fairly large, and painted creamy yellow with wooden boards as flooring. A shaggy yellow rug spread across most of the floor, which was very soft and squashy underfoot. Two rows of four desks sat in the room – the old fashioned desks with a lift up lid. Remus opened them and saw inside of each one were a few muggle pens, a few pencils, about ten sheets of paper (rather than parchment) and an exercise book, most of which were maths. At the front of the room was a blackboard, which still had writing on it from the last tutoring session Remus's father had given to him. It was about algebra, and had been when he was in fourth year. Still don't understand algebra, Remus ruefully thought. He took hold of the blackboard wiper and rubbed it off, making sure it was all gone. At the front was a desk, behind which stood a chair. On the desk were several books about maths, English, science and the likes, pens, paper, rulers, and Remus saw with a wince the cane which his father had insisted on keeping. He'd only used it on him once, but Remus held utter hatred but fear for the thing, even after all those years. He took out his wand and used a cleaning spell on the room to rid it of dust before transfiguring the cane into a bottle of ink.

After several hours of transfiguring, cleaning and wiping, Remus knew he would need to buy a few things from Diagon Alley. Just odd bits an pieces to make the job easier. But he didn't want to leave Harry for to long. Sighing, he hit the palm of his hand against his head in frustration, but took the floo to Diagon Alley.

A newspaper lay shaking in Remus's hands.

Sirius Black, Innocent?

In a shock turn of events, Peter Pettigrew, the wizard supposedly killed by Sirius Black fourteen years ago has been found alive! Under truth serum, the man admitted to have set Black up, and been a follower of Lord Voldemort (before his death)! Pettigrew has pleaded innocence, but extracted memories and the results of truth serum prove without a doubt that he is guilty and Sirius Black, supposed mass-murderer is innocent!

"We offer then humblest of apologies to Mister Black, and we hope that he will come out of hiding and accept a cash grant in way of apology." Says Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge. The Ministry are hoping that Mr. Black will see this news report and come forward. If you have any information of his whereabouts, please send an owl to...

A picture of Peter Pettigrew in handcuffs, looking filthy, was displayed, and changed often to a picture of Sirius with the word 'INNOCENT?' over his head. Remus almost jumped for joy. He had bought all he needed, so slipped through the floo back to the hospital wing.

"SIRIUS! SIRIUS YOU BUMBLING IDIOT, YOU'VE BEEN RELEASED OF ALL CHARGES!" Remus bellowed, running through. He threw the newspaper (which he realised he had neglected to pay for) at Sirius, a huge grin on his face. Sirius's eyes grew wide, and he flung himself at Remus. They hugged and held each other with happiness.

"Sirius, you're living with me." Remus said seriously to his friend.

"No, I can't-"

"You're living with me and you're taking over guardianship of Harry." Remus said the last bit with a little more waver to his voice.

"No, I'm not. I'll live with you, but...but...we'll take joint guardianship of Harry!"

The two men embraced as brothers, before Sirius said seriously,

"Should I inform the Ministry that I'm here?"

"I can, mate."

And the two men were sure that through Harry's deep sleep, he gave a little smile.

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