But the warmth of dinner could not last. Harry had been so happy to see everyone alive and happy and untouched by war that he had let himself forget about the betrayals. He trooped up the stairs with the rest of the kids and went into his and Ron's room with Hermione. When they were all inside, Harry turned to face them. "So. This is where you've all been this summer."

"Well I haven't been here that long…" Hermione said.

"And none of you thought to contact me or give me any information whatsoever? I was alone at the Dursleys after watching Cedric die and seeing my mortal enemy resurrected with my blood. And my friends abandoned me."

"Dumbledore told us not to write you, mate." Ron said, his face red.

"Well fuck what Dumbledore said. Since when do we all follow the rules?" Harry shot back, voice starting to rise. He had to stop and take deep breaths to keep himself from full on yelling like he had in the original timeline.

"He told us it was unsafe to write, Harry!" Hermione said, her eyes tearing up a bit at his anger.

"So? First of all, why didn't you call me while you were at home with your parents Hermione? You both left me alone, don't deny it."

Hermione had started crying in earnest now, but Ron looked like he was about to explode.

"Hey mate, back off! We were just doing what Dumbledore told us to do!" Ron yelled at him.

"Right. What Dumbledore told you to do. Well, when you decide to think for yourselves, come find me." And before either of them could respond, Harry walked out of the room to go find Sirius.

He walked up the stairs leading up to the next floor and found the room he remembered being plastered in posters of half-naked women and knocked. After a moment, Sirius peeked out from the crack in the door, "Harry?" he asked.

"Are you hiding something in there, Sirius?" Harry questioned with a raised eyebrow. His other eyebrow joined the first when Sirius flushed a Weasley red. He seemed to bolster himself before cracking the door open more and pulling him inside quickly, surprising Harry. Inside the room was Remus Lupin, under the covers of his bed, looking just as shocked as Harry was sure he did. It took a few moments for Harry's brain to process what he was looking at. He kept getting stuck on the thought of Teddy Lupin…

Oh god. That's why Remus was so against being with Tonks right away. He must have been heartbroken that his best friend and lover had just died. Harry felt a rush of sympathy for the two men who had hidden their relationship and who had been separated after just being reunited.

"Ah. I seem to remember Sirius being referred to as a lady's man when he was young…" Harry said to Remus. Sirius's blush returned full force at this while Remus snorted from his position on the bed, looking grateful he had not started yelling at them.

"We got together after Hogwarts actually," said Sirius, sitting down on the end of his bed and trying not to look nervous.

Harry nodded, before throwing himself in the chair at Sirius's desk. "So why didn't you guys tell me?" He would be lying if he said he wasn't a little hurt that they had never felt they could confide in him.

"We didn't want to lose you Harry. Not everyone is alright with two men being together, especially with one of us being a werewolf. We didn't want to risk it." Remus said.

"Moony. I'll always love you guys, no matter what. I think it's great you two have this cute little relationship." Harry teased. This time both Remus and Sirius blushed, and Harry laughed.

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you Little Prongs," Sirius said sheepishly, "but thank you for understanding."

Harry's heart hurt at how pathetically grateful and relieved they both looked so he turned the conversation to what he had really come for. "So anyway, Siri, I was wondering if there's another room I could stay in? I'm kinda not happy with Ron and Hermione right now."

Sirius looked concerned, "What happened, you were fine at dinner?"

"Yeah, well I didn't want to make a scene. But they didn't write to me about anything this summer and just abandoned me. And Ron abandoned me last year too during the tournament. I just think I deserve more than that…"

The black-haired man jumped up from his bed to give him a hug, "Of course you do, Harry! You can stay in Regulus's room, as long as you don't mind a ton of green and silver. Then you'll be right next door to me and Moony," he finished excitedly, bouncing a little on his feet.

"I'm not sure if I want to hear werewolf mating all night, Padfoot…" Harry got hit with a pillow from Moony at that and he started laughing. Sirius growled playfully before pulling him out of the room and opening the next door – R.A.B. After teasing the two of them a bit more, he said goodnight to his pseudo uncles and entered Regulus's room. He was too tired to explore it more now, so he took off his jeans and laid down under the covers, thanking Kreacher for at least cleaning one room of the house, before falling asleep.

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When Harry awoke the next morning, it was to something dripping onto his face. He cracked one eyelid open just to see Padfoot in dog form slobbering and panting over his head.

"Ugh, gross, Padfoot! Moony! Come get your dog!" he yelled out. Remus came running into the room at the sound of his yells, wand out, half-naked, and hair sticking up every which way. When he saw Sirius licking Harry's face he started laughing, quickly joined by a human Sirius.

"Thanks guys," Harry said, "really appreciate the wake-up call." Sirius and Remus eventually succeeded in getting themselves under control and both smiled at him.

"I have 14 years of Padfoot wake ups to impart to you, Harry. Better get used to it." Sirius said in a sing-song voice.

Harry glared but still leveraged himself upright and stepped out of bed. "I can hardly wait, Padfoot. Now do either of you have clothes I could use so I do not have to go down to my trunk in Ron's room right now?"

Sirius looked contemplative for a moment. "You know, I you're about the same size as my brother Reg was," here, a flicker of pain flashed across his face, "you could take what you want from his closet. Wizarding fashion hasn't really changed much in the last 15 years."

Harry smiled at him gratefully, "That would be great, Sirius, but I don't want to take your brothers clothes if you're uncomfortable with it…."

"Nonsense, they're just sitting here gathering dust. Here- "and with that, Sirius flung open the doors to Regulus's wardrobe to show him.

"Thanks, Padfoot. I really appreciate it. Now get out so I can change without two dogs watching me."

"Hey!"

And with that, Sirius was dragged out of the room by a bemused Remus and Harry turned to look at the wardrobe. That had been easier than he thought it would be to get wizarding clothes. Sirius was right when he said wizarding fashion hadn't changed much and he could get away with wearing any of the robes in Regulus Black's closet and still look fashionable and rich. They would be perfect for his hearing. But for now, he dug out a pair of black jeans that Regulus must have hidden from his mother and a black button down to wear on top. After a shower in the bathroom that had snake themed faucets, he put on the clothes and attempted to tame down his black hair. He could afford to change his hairstyle a bit now since the scar was healing and was not as prominent. His hair did not need to be permanently flattened down on top of it. After getting ready, Harry bounded down the rest of the stairs to the kitchen where Sirius, Remus, Tonks, and Shacklebolt were eating what Mrs. Weasley was obsessively making.

"Hello Tonks, Shacklebolt," he said with a nod to each of them as he sat down. Shacklebolt nodded his head back but Tonks lit up at his appearance.

"Wotcher Harry! Why are you up so early?" she asked.

Harry smiled wryly, "I've always gotten up early, my relatives never really let me sleep in so it's just habit now." Harry saw Sirius and Remus both exchange a look that they thought he didn't see at that, but he let it go for now. "So, what are you up to today?"

"King and I both have to go into work today, I just stopped by to have a free breakfast and he had something to drop off for Dumbledore." Tonks told him.

"Ah, yes, Mrs. Weasley's cooking is hard to pass up." Harry responded. The five of them chatted over tea and breakfast before the two Aurors had to get up to leave for work. When they stood up, Harry had a sudden idea.

"Wait, Tonks, Shacklebolt! Do you think one of you could take a letter to Amelia Bones for me? I could give it to you tomorrow." He asked them.

They both looked surprised at his sudden question, but Shacklebolt nodded his bald head. "I could. I'd just need a reason why I had it."

"I'll get back to you tomorrow morning since there is no meeting tonight. Thank you," Harry said with a nod to them both. With that, both Aurors left, thankfully through the floo so Tonks could not disturb Walburga's portrait.

"What was that about, cub?" Remus asked curiously.

Harry smiled mysteriously. "You'll see."

Both the marauders looked very interested at that, but they could not question him further since Mrs. Weasley had yelled and gone to wake up the rest of the kids to come down for breakfast before making them clean. The twins, of course, apparated directly into the kitchen, making their mother yell at them for using magic willy-nilly. The twins took seats across from Harry, Sirius, and Remus at the end of the table.

"How are you this morning old chaps!" said Fred.

"This delightful morning filled with the wonderful sounds- "said George.

"-of our mother's beautiful yelling."

"Just lovely Gred, Forge. How is the business going?" Harry asked, smirking.

Fred and George looked nervously at Remus and Sirius, but the two marauders seemed more confused than anything else.

"Don't worry," Harry said, "these two marauders would love your business idea." And with that he leaned back in his chair to watch the show. Fred and George turned as one to gape at the two older men.

"The marauders? You don't mean…."

"Moony, Padfoot, Prongs, and Wormtail?"

"Those marauders? The kings of pranking?"

"The most devious of the devious?"

"The best of the best?"

"Our idols?"

"Our heros?"

Fred turned to glare at Harry. "How long have you known these two pranking geniuses have been here and did not tell us?"

Harry looked nervously between the twins. "Remember you shouldn't prank your investor…"

"Wait how do you know about the marauders?" asked Sirius with a tilt to his head.

"We found your map in our first year!" said George. "We gave it to Harry when he was an ickle third year, but he never told us he KNEW you!"

"Knew us!" snorted Remus, "He's the son of Prongs."

Fred and George turned back to stare, open-mouthed at Harry. After a moment, each twin reached out to tap the other's chin and close their mouths. "We will be discussing this more later Mr. Potter." George said.

"Yes, my dear Harrykins, we will discuss this later." Fred added in. Harry sunk down in his chair at the mischievous gaze of the twins.

"So anyway. Tell us everything. It seems dear Harry did not tell you, but we have recently come into some money and are working on inventions for our future joke shop and would love to have the expertise of two legendary men to help us." George said with a more serious face than usual.

"Wait!" Harry sat up straighter in his chair, "What if the four of you worked together? Do you think you could come up with things to help us in the war? Distractions or pranks to play on death eaters?" he asked the four of them.

All four men joined in him in sitting up straighter in their chairs. Sirius was almost bouncing out of his seat as well as the twins and even Remus looked intrigued.

"Oh Harry," said Fred, "you don't know what you've done."