Hope you had a Merry Christmas!

Disclaimer: I do not own the song 'Tiptoe through the tulips.' But it will reappear in the fanfic several times. Btw in this timeline, (because a website said so,) Full moon is on Saturday, day after today. (Fanfic of course) Also, someone PM-ed me and asked me why "Draco Malfoy is still at Hogwarts? You mentioned he was not splashed, along with Goyle and Crabbe." I forgot to say that he was held back because he failed his NEWTs

"... And tiptoe through the tulips with me
Knee deep in flowers we'll stray
We'll keep the showers away
And if I kiss you in the garden, in the moonlight
Will you pardon me?
And tiptoe through the tulips with me.
Maybe it's flowers you stray will be the showers of life..."

Sirius grimaced. For some strange reason, Harry loved that song, and would softly sing/hum it randomly, but for Sirius, it sent shivers down his spine, and it hadn't helped when Prongs Jr had 'helpfully' told him the person who performed it died of a heart attack soon after. Sirius eyed the boy fondly, his eyes resting on the peaceful and dreamy expression on the boy's face.
"Harry?"
"Mhm?"
"It's the full moon tomorrow"
"You're going to the shrieking shack tomorrow, right?"
"For a while"
"Mmm"
"And-" Harry's soft snoring started, and Sirius trailed off.

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"Harry! Harry, wake up!" Sirius was shaking a pile of blankets whom he thought was his godson, as Harry was hiding in the bathroom trying to figure something out.

'What do I do?' Harry thought to himself as he heard Sirius continue shouting. 'All those seven years- I hid it from him because on full moons he curled into a ball as Padfoot and stared at the moon. And I could put up wards without him noticing.' And this was a very Serious problem, (with a capital S.) 'I won't tell him, not until after the full-moon' Harry had finally decided what to do.

And so Harry exited the bathroom and got greeted with a "Harry! There you are." From Remus, and Sirius bouncing out of Harry's room, then to stop bouncing to only rush over to his precious godson and pulling on 'overprotective mode.'
"Harry! Why, why are you so pale? You're as pale as Remus, and it's the full moon for Remus! And did you even sleep? Why are the shadows under your eyes so dark? Why weren't you in bed? Are you okay? Do I have to stay with you on the full moon? Are those Snitch Pajamas?"

Only to have Harry reply with a simple "I'm fine, and no, those are not snitch Pajamas, those are the golden remembrall ones you got me before school started" Then the trio spent the day playing games and recorded that Sirius tried to cheat twenty-three out of the thirty games they played, and succeeded fourteen times out of the twenty-three. Before long, it was evening, with them disabling the twenty feet rule for the night, and Sirius was leading Remus to the shrieking shack. As soon as they left, Harry slipped into his room, closed the door, and warded the room with Unbreaking and Escape-proofed the room. For Harry James Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Vanquisher of Voldemort, Wrongly imprisoned Azkaban prisoner, and newly freed man was a werewolf. One who managed to control the Werewolf somehow.
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Sirius's P.O.V

I left our quarters with Remus and headed to the shack. My Moony was pale and could barely stand. We had just closed the passageway when Moony started transforming. So of course I pushed him quickly into the shack and transformed into Padfoot. We spent the entire night running around, and the clock hit five AM and Moony transformed back. We were walking back to the castle and were telling each other facts like 'did you know children who get turned by a werewolf transform back at eight am instead of as soon as the moon disappears?' and 'did you know Harry is a smart kid?' when Moony suddenly said "I can sense a Kid Werewolf in the castle" So naturally we ran back to our quarters, hoping Prongs Jr was safe. But-nothing ever goes right for us, and when we burst into Harry's room, a sleeping werewolf was curled up on the bed instead of Harry. Me being me, thought the werewolf had eaten Harry and rushed at the werewolf, with Remus pulling me back. "Padfoot! Padfoot! The Werewolf is Harry!" And then I was, backing out of the room as not to disturb Harry. Of course I was too late. Harry woke up, but surprisingly did not attack us! And then he changed back. "Um- Hi"
I fainted.

Harry opened his eyes and saw Sirius standing by the door next to Remus, then Sirius lunging at him and Remus pulling him back. Harry started panicking and changed it back. Sirius fainted. Remus caught him, leaving the room, but returning a few minutes later, sitting next to Harry on the bed. "How?" The word was whispered softly, but Harry heard it as the person who whispered it had set themselves down next to him. "How did you change back?" Remus shifted eyes from the ceiling and to meet Harry's; whispering once more. "How?"

"I- I think it's because I have an animagus form, I don't know how I am an animagus, I thought we couldn't have one." Harry admitted, not noticing Remus's expression of shock, who asked another question. "Why did you hide the fact you're a werewolf?"
"I-" Harry stopped, as if considering his life choices. "I don't know," he revealed slowly, "I guess it's because no-one really cared when I got turned. All said I deserved it. Except Sirius. And you." Remus's heart panged with sadness for the childhood that Harry had lost, and out of pure anger to go kill the Dursley. Harry, noticing Remus's expression added, "No Moony, you cannot go kill them. Sirius asked around a thousand times already." Remus snorted at the fact Sirius did that, but did not answer. Suddenly, a crash sounded from the living room, and a "Owwwww" from a voice that had to be Sirius. Then said man burst into his godson's room, looking distraught. "Harry!" Harry found himself in a tight hug from Sirius, who was nearly crying. "I should have been with you, why didn't you tell me? I could've helped you in Azkaban! When were you bitten? Who was the little sh-" "Sirius! Language! You may be upset, but. You. Are. In. Front. Of. Your. Godson." Remus chided, even though Sirius could see he was upset as well.

"Okay, okay," Sirius raised his hands in surrender. "Why didn't you tell us?" Harry mumbled something, which got lost on the way to his ears. Only Remus picked it up. "What?"
"I- no-one cared before and-" "Of course I'd care, pup!" Cried Sirius, a sorrowful expression on his handsome face.

After ages of debating, they got Remus and Sirius to stay in their quarters on full moons with Harry.

"Okay, so that's done. Any other big secrets?" Sirius asked sarcastically, not expecting the answer. "Yes actually, I'm an animagus, I can control my werewolf, and the egg I found is a Phoenix egg." Silence filled the room.
"Okay, I was not expecting that."

The Past

A seven-year-old Harry was curled in a ball under the park benches. It had been two months since a werewolf had bitten him on the arm, and it was the full moon already. Unknown to him, he slipped into a trance that would show his animagus form. (But he wouldn't know that or how to transform until Sirius) He was walking along a grassy area, full of flowers and plants. Ahead, he saw a beautiful Mongoose dancing through the air, landing properly every time. The creature had beautiful emerald green eyes, a fluffy tail, and had a Black/Brown-Gold coat of fur. Barely hidden on the top of his forehead, was a lightning bolt scar. Unknownst to him, the trance had lasted hours; the sun coming up, people getting ready to jog. He broke out of the trance, to see he had transformed back, and was about to run back to Privet Drive when a jogger jogged up to him. "Are you alright? Why were you sleeping here?" Poor-I'm-A-Orphan plan it was, Harry decided, as more joggers, well jogged up to him. Forcing his face to look innocent, sweet, and scared at the same time let out a "I was playing, and then I got lost! I can't find my Aunt and Uncle! And it was cold." The group looked sympathetic, and felt sorry for the boy, but Harry decided to take it one step further, and forced a tear to roll out of eyes, plopping down on the floor.

A few minutes later, the group had led Harry back to the hellhole, and Aunt Petunia showing 'Happiness' that the group found him. "Get in boy," Petunia snarled, pulling the poor boy in my his shirt as soon as the group left, pushing him into the path on Vernon. Who pushed him into the wall forcefully, and raised a large, meaty hand ready to strike the boy...

I know this is late, short, and poorly written, but I am having a mental burnout right now (And a headache decided to tag along), and can't properly write I've been trying to finish this ever since after Christmas, but life does whatever it wants, I guess. I will be taking a break for maybe two weeks or so?
Happy New Year!