Harry was prepared for the procedure, in a room next to Sirius. His Papa was allowed to remain with him, as it was clear how scared Harry was by all of this. Having Uncle Luc as family came in handy, the visiting hours were totally ignored, Remus was not about to leave his son. Draco didn't want to leave either, he and Blaise had come, but they were promised they could come back in the morning. Harry would be out soon, and he would need their company in the day, when he woke up. Severus and Narcissa remained at the hospital; Andromeda was there as well, but on duty for work.
Harry was terrified, he kept thinking about telling them he couldn't do this, he wasn't ready. But then he kept picturing Sirius and the memories from his Papa's wedding, and knowing the man wouldn't make it till Valentine's without this. He knew his Papa needed more time, and he could admit he wanted to know the man better. He stayed, but he clung to Papa's hand, falling asleep.
In the morning the healer came in. "It is time to take him for the procedure."
Remus moved back to allow the bed to be moved. "How long will it take?"
The healer turned back. "Not that long, I will have a nurse come out and tell you when your son is out of the procedure."
Severus held his husband. "He and Sirius will both come out of it fine. He will soon be back in class, and on a broom."
Narcissa had been with her cousin and met them in the hall. "Sirius was worried about Harry all night."
Severus knew his husband needed a distraction, and neither he nor Narcissa were doing much better. He may have only been Harry's adoptive father for a week, but he was worried about him deeply. He would be kept in the hospital until the next morning, just to be careful, but then they would go to the manor. Some patients left the same day, but like coming in the night before, the healer suggested it might be better for Harry. Severus led the pair down to the cafeteria, hoping some breakfast, and a trip to the gift shop, would help distract them both from it all.
Remus was reluctant, but was reminded the hospital would find him, if something happened. He knew this was simple procedure for his son at least, and other then minimal risk and some pain, he'd be fine. But reason really went out the window right now.
Narcissa was surprised when her husband appeared with the boys. "I thought you were going to wait until later."
Lucius laughed and pointed at the boys. "You thought they would wait so long?"
Draco looked around the shop. "Dad said we can choose something for Harry, for when he wakes up."
Remus pointed at the book he had chosen for his son. "It seems your father and Uncle think alike."
Lucius looked at his brother. "I do recall you once saying something about marauders and children."
Remus elbowed his husband, he didn't need to ask, but a small smile came to his face. He could admit Sirius had always been a big kid, and James had been when they were in school. James had grown up thanks to Lily and later Harry, but even in the war Sirius almost seemed like a small child. His cancer, and his time away dealing with the loss of James, finally did it for him too. Remus had a prank side; he had always been in on things, even when he was a prefect, but not the same level. Oddly his son brought it out more in a different way, he found a reason to live and laugh in his son. Now in his husband as well.
The boys were looking at the shop, and each chose an item for Harry. They knew he would be home tomorrow, and Christmas just passed, but a little bit of spoiling never hurt anyone. There was a gift from Sirius waiting as well.
Lucius looked at the time when they had paid. "Harry is likely coming out of the procedure. I am sure we can head up."
Draco made a beeline for the door. "He won't want to be alone when he wakes up."
Remus followed but reminded him. "We likely will have to wait to go in and see him. But we will go up."
They didn't have to put him out, but it had been decided it would be easier if he was out. It was another reason he would be staying over night, just in case. Magical medicine may have been slightly more advanced, but not much in cancer, and when it came to children they took all precautions. Sirius was looking at up to two months in here, and likely six months recovery.
A healer came out. "Your son has been moved into recovery."
Remus went over to him. "How is he?"
The man reassured him. "He had no reaction to the medication. I will let you into the room in twenty minutes or so."
Remus was relieved. "And Sirius?"
His procedure had just started, and it would be some time before they even knew how the procedure itself went. They knew being in the hospital in isolation would be hard, but it would be worth it to have time. They hoped he may have a few years, if he hadn't been so stubborn and came home when told two years ago, he may have had more.
Remus rested his head against his husband. "At least our son is okay."
The healer okayed visitors, but only Harry's dads for the first bit, not to over whelm him. He usually would have waited until Harry had woken, but Lucius pulled some strings, more then the private room. He reminded the man of Harry's fear of hospitals, and knowing it would be better Harry remain calm, pointed out that would be easier if he wasn't alone. He would definitely find no comfort in a healer by his side, unless Poppy, and even that was not much.
Remus sunk down onto the bed with his son, and kissed his curls. He had not seen his son so pale in a long time, and he ached. He knew it had been Harry's choice, and he would be back to class when next term started, but still.
Severus stood behind him. "I know he looks pale, but he will be fine. He looks better then you used to after a full moon."
Remus remembered the old days. "He reminded me I went through full moons. I'm glad he never saw me back then."
Severus kissed him. "Both of you have too big hearts, you know. I am glad I could perfect the potion for you."
Remus squeezed his hand. "You know it was the reason James finally accepted you. He could see you truly loved me."
His husband smirked. "You think it was for you? I just wanted the fame and money."
Though he had the patent, and made good money, Severus was kidding. There was one reason he spent years even in school to perfect the potion, and it was the man he married. He spent too many years watching him recovering from such pain, and wanted to help, not able to stop the turns all together. The potion made it so he was like a pureblood, a shifter, there was no pain in his transformations. He was still left exhausted, and some what sore, but still better.
A slight moan from the bed pulled their attention back, and sure enough Harry was soon coming around. His eyes fluttered open, and there was some worry in them, until they settled on his dad.
Remus kissed his son. "How are you feeling cub?"
Harry tried to smile but it was a bit shaky. "How is Siri?"
Severus saw the pain in Harry's face. "He won't be in recovery for a bit. How about I get the healer give you something."
Remus saw his son was about to protest. "Draco and Blaise want to see you. But I won't let them in till you're ready."
Harry hated to admit he was in pain, but he nodded. "Maybe a bit."
The healer came in, for a check up, and gave Harry a small dose of pain potion. Harry could have been given more, but to no surprise he refused to take it, just enough to calm the majority down. Draco and Blaise were allowed in, both pale from worry. They had a stuffed monkey and some chocolate frogs for him, and his Papa had his usual book.
Harry was surprised when he was given a gift, and told it was from Sirius. There was a stuffed wolf, and a note to be strong like his Papa, and a copy of a collection of Sherlock Holmes. He knew Harry loved mystery stories, and Harry had read a few.
Remus knew the book too well. "It belonged to James, his dad gave it to him after a quidditch accident second year."
Harry looked at the book. "I never took him as the book sort."
Remus laughed. "Holmes was one of the few books those two would read. I think it inspired Sirius to become an auror."
He was reminded his father had been an auror, but he considered professional quidditch, if not for the war. It seems the book, from the note with it, had been left with Sirius back then. It was one of the few things he had taken to the US.
A healer reappeared. "Sirius has been moved into recovery. We will have to wait and see, but he made it through the procedure."
