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fanfiction I have written. I' am purely doing this as a means to enjoy
myself. I wish J.K Rowling all the best in her writing.
A/N: Thanks to my reviewers I've had, keep them Reviews coming. Now on with the story,
Chapter 2
Harry settled into the house, on Garden Avenue, and for once in his life he had somewhere to call 'his' home.
He had made up with Ron and explained why he couldn't see him straight after the final battle. The press had gotten their story off Dumbledore and were now trying to catch a glimpse of the-man-who-killed-Voldemort, to try to get an interview out of him.
Remus had moved in with Sirius and Harry as soon as possible, the only thing that had caused a somewhat big argument between them was on the night of the full moon.
In his sixth and start of his seventh year Harry had learned to become an animagui, he managed to transform into one of the rarest animals, the Phoenix.
Needless to say that when Harry, in Phoenix form, managed to sneak into the basement to be with Remus and Sirius, neither of them had been pleased about it causing the argument.
***flashback***
Harry was sitting at the kitchen table, the night after the full moon eating a sandwich, when a sickly looking Remus and a pissed off looking Sirius entered the kitchen.
Sitting down facing Harry Sirius asked dangerously, "Do you have any idea what you did last night?"
"Yeah," answered Harry absently, "I transformed into my Phoenix,"
"That's not what Sirius meant Harry," replied Remus.
Putting down his half eaten sandwich Harry retorted, "I thought you both wouldn't have minded. I transformed last night to keep you company Remus but if you honestly don't want my company don't worry it wont happen again,"
"Harry you could have got hurt," chided Sirius,
"No I couldn't. I could have made you both proud of me," snapped Harry, "But I guess I was wrong in that assumption as well?"
"Harry we are proud of your transformation, but we were worried," answered Remus calmly.
Standing up Harry snapped, "Don't bother," then he stormed out of the room.
***End Flashback***
It had taken a lot of time before Harry had finally admitted why he had snapped. He admitted that although the Dursleys held blood protection they had never been worried or even cared about him, and it had scared him slightly that someone could worry, care comfort, and tell off all in one person and still like him at the end of the day. But after a few hiccups at the start they all finally managed to get along.
With newspaper reporters, people staring, and people thanking him in the wizarding world, Harry started to stick around the muggle world only venturing into the Wizarding world if aboustly necessary.
It just so happened that on his eighteenth birthday Harry went out with a few close friends, who included Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Remus, and Sirius, to a muggle night club called Isis. Hermione had been concerned with not getting into the club as she wasn't eighteen till September, but with some pleading with the manger of the club who had just happened to hear of the famous Harry Potter she was allowed in the club.
As the party wore on Remus and Sirius were the first to leave agreeing to meet Harry back at home. Then Fred and George went back to their flat in Hogsmeade more than a little tipsy, then Hermione and Ron left, well rather Hermione left dragging Ron.
Harry finally stumbled out of the club (Isis) around half past one in the morning it was still dark out, so Harry tried to avoid all alleyways, trouble was that to get back to his house he needed to cut down a back entrance to some abandon houses. Stepping into the alleyway someone came out from the shadows wearing a balaclava and pointing a gun at Harry.
"Give me your money. Now!" ordered the mugger.
"I haven't got any," answered Harry, trying to side step him.
"Don't bullshit me, either give me your money or die," threatened the mugger.
Harry doubled over laughing, the last person that had threatened him had been Voldemort and then he had destroyed him. Not to be deterred by the laughing man in front of him the mugger jabbed the gun in Harry's shoulder.
"Like I said lad don't bullshit me. Give. Me. Your. Money,"
Sobering up quickly Harry replied earnestly, "I haven't got any sorry,"
"Fine you bastard," cursed the mugger firing the gun.
As soon as the gun shot went off the mugger took off leaving Harry sitting on the floor stunned.
Harry didn't know what hit him as the bullet went into his shoulder; Harry looked down at his shoulder to see a trail of red blood trailing down his shoulder, staining his crisp white shirt that he had on.
Shaking with pain Harry knew he'd have to get up and go home as there was no one about for at least five miles, getting up Harry wrapped his jacket around himself to keep warm and began his last five minutes home.
Reaching the house Harry reached out shakily to grab the door handle, and then pushing with the last of his strength he walked into the house to see Remus and Sirius waiting up for him.
"Harry did you have a good ti-" the question dies on Remus' lips as the smell of blood filled the air.
"Help," croaked Harry before passing out from blood loss.
Both men on the couch jumped up as Harry hit the floor with a loud 'THUD'. Crouching next to him Remus saw what looked like a muggle gun shot wound on Harry's left shoulder.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Sirius urgently.
"Floo Poppy and tell her to bring a muggle healer. Harry has been shot by a muggle hand gun," answered Remus rationally.
The next few hours were spent with Poppy and a Dr. Downs, who knew of the Wizarding world, trying to heal; Harry's shoulder. With both their techniques combined they managed to remove the bullet the muggle way, heal the wound the magical way, and now all he needed was some more rest again. Both Remus and Sirius thought the same thing at that moment, everything seems to happens to Harry.
*** Harry woke up feeling like he was floating in water, (A/N: I'm not sure if this is right after an operation???) cracking his eyes open the whole world span causing him to snap his eyes shut and groan out loud.
"Harry is you okay? Do you need anything?" questioned Sirius frantically.
"Water," croaked Harry simply.
"Okay," replied Sirius.
Getting up Sirius poured some water into a glass, then helping Harry to rise his head up a little bit, poured a little of the water into Harry's mouth until Harry moved his head to the side indicating that he had, had enough.
"Thanks," mumbled Harry lying back down.
"No problem. Just rest," instructed Sirius.
Inclining his head slightly, Harry fell back into a deep slumber. Just after Harry had fallen back to sleep again Remus came into the room.
"Still no change?" asked Remus, sitting down next to Sirius.
"He woke up," answered Sirius, "But he was still under that muggle medicine."
"You can always have Snape give him something to expel the antistatic from his body," suggested Remus.
Shaking his head Sirius replied, "No, well let Harry ride it out naturally,"
"Okay. Just remember you get some rest as well," instructed Remus.
Sirius just nodded his head as he continued to watch over his godson; he didn't even notice Remus leave a couple of minutes later.
***
Over the next couple of days Harry was confined to bed. He had, had a bad reaction coming out of the antistatic making him violently sick.
Harry had a number of visitors over the two days, but he was only left completely alone for the night, his main two visitors were Remus and Sirius who were always coming in and out of his bedroom just to check up on him. The strange thing was that Harry was finding himself attracted to Remus.
The more time he spent with Remus, which was everyday, the more attracted he became, he was even starting to dream about him and would often wake up to find himself aroused.
By the fourth day Harry was finally allowed to walk about, as long as he took it easy. But getting dressed was another matter, he still had his arm in a sling and he couldn't lift it above his head as it was still healing, all his shoulder muscles had to re-gain there former strength.
In the end Harry opted to just put one arm through his shirt then wrap it around him, the house was constantly warm so he wasnt worried about catching a cold.
Now finally clothed Harry started to make his way down the stairs following the scent of cooking bacon. It took Harry five minutes to reach the kitchen as he was still slow on his feet from not walking about the last four days.
Pushing open the kitchen door, the site that greeted him made him smile; Sirius was trying to cook breakfast without using his magic, whilst Remus was sitting at the table reading the mornings Daily Prophet.
"Good morning Harry," greeted Remus, looking up from his paper, "Sleep well?"
"Like a log," answered Harry sitting down.
"What?" asked Sirius joining the conversation.
Smiling Harry answered, "Sorry, muggle expression,"
Even though Harry had been in the wizarding world for eight years now, he still managed to answer some questions with a muggle expression which usually ended up confusing Ron, Remus, and Sirius.
"So how do you want your bacon?" asked Sirius going back to his cooking.
"Not burnt," answered Harry innocently.
Remus moved the paper closer to his face so Sirius couldn't see him smirking behind his paper. Even Harry turnmed his laughing into a fake coughing fit.
"Oh ha, ha, very funny," replied Sirius sarcastically.
Stopping his fake coughing/laughing fit Harry replied, "Sorry. I would like it well done,"
"Do you think its wise Harry to have something heavy?" questioned Remus re- joining the conversation.
"Rem I've had nothing but soup for the last two days," complained Harry, "I think I can handle a bit of bacon,"
"You know, Harry, Moonys right," put in Sirius,
"Fine I'll have toast," sighed Harry in defeat.
Sirius brought over three plates, two with bacon sandwiches on and one with plain toast on. Smiling to sweetly as he took the toast Harry began eating and every now and then he would glance up at Remus.
Looking up as he finished Harry watched Remus take his own plate over to the sink. Bloody hell why couldn't I like someone who is available, thought Harry, suppressing a groan as Remus straightened his robes, this shouldn't be happening, I shouldn't be falling for my godfathers partner.
Sighing Harry shook off his confusing thoughts and made to get up from the table when he saw Sirius looking at him. Sirius blinked and looked away when Harry looked him in the eye,
"You okay Sirius?" asked Harry.
"Fine why don't you go back up to bed to rest some more?" suggested Sirius, shit! I hope he didn't see me staring at him for that long? Thought Sirius.
"No. it looks nice outside I think I'll go sit out in the sun," replied Harry.
Harry moved over to the back door his mind racing confusing him even more. Did he see me staring at Remus? Bollocks this is not good, thought Harry, but then if he did see me surly he would have said something. I knew I shouldn't have fallen for Remus
***
Remus watched as Harry moved out the door, he had sensed Harry was staring at his back but he didn't dare turn around, stop it you shouldn't be thinking of Harry like that he's just a kid.
Watching Harry sit on the reclining, they had brought over the summer, he never heard Sirius get up until he felt a pair of lips on his neck.
Jumping slightly Remus sighed, "Sirius we shouldn't,"
"Why not?" asked Sirius assaulting Remus' neck again.
"Because Harry could walk in on us," answered Remus trying to control himself.
Sirius continued on his assault on Remus' neck for another five minutes before finally pulling himself away from Remus with a disappointed sigh.
"Fine I'll stop for now," comment Sirius straitening his robes, to cover up his apparent erection
"Good," replied Remus.
"Do you think Harry's arm will cause him any problems in the future?" asked Sirius changing the subject drastically.
"Sirius, Harry is a strong young man he'll make sure it doesn't affect him," explained Remus.
Sighing Sirius replied, "I know it's just so much has happened to him in the last few months and I think that he now deservers to be happy,"
"I know Sirius but all we can do is be there for him when he needs us," explained Remus.
Sirius just nodded as the kitchen lapsed into a comfortable silence. Remus' words kept repeating themselves in his mind, 'all we can do is be there for him' trouble is I don't want to just 'be there' for him. URGH! I shouldn't even be thinking of him like this, what would Remus say if he knew that I wanted to sleep with my godson?
Little did Sirius know that similar thoughts were being thought of by Remus, 'deservers to be happy' Merlin I'd do anything to see Harry happy. What?! I shouldn't be thinking of him like 'that' Harry is too young. What would Sirius say if he knew I wanted to sleep with his godson?
***
Harry sat in the reclining chair with a small smile playing about his face, as he had sat down he caught Remus looking at him. I know I should never have fell for Remus, thought Harry soaking in the first warm rays of sunlight.
Wait what am I thinking!? I can't have 'fallen' for Remus can I? URGH I'm so bloody confused I guess my life is never ever going to be simple, maybe peaceful now but not simple.
I guess I can only think of one thing that I can do and that is to stay away from Remus until my feelings for him subside, I just hope he doesn't take it the wrong way.
With that thought firmly planted in his mind, Harry resolved to try to spend less time with Remus, and when the three of them were together at dinner times then he would make the extra effort to be especially nice to them.
The trouble with this plan though was trying to find something to do to keep himself occupied. Even then once he had found something to do he had to deter Remus that he didn't need any help; all he hoped for was that his feelings would die away soon. He hoped.
A/N: Thanks to my reviewers I've had, keep them Reviews coming. Now on with the story,
Chapter 2
Harry settled into the house, on Garden Avenue, and for once in his life he had somewhere to call 'his' home.
He had made up with Ron and explained why he couldn't see him straight after the final battle. The press had gotten their story off Dumbledore and were now trying to catch a glimpse of the-man-who-killed-Voldemort, to try to get an interview out of him.
Remus had moved in with Sirius and Harry as soon as possible, the only thing that had caused a somewhat big argument between them was on the night of the full moon.
In his sixth and start of his seventh year Harry had learned to become an animagui, he managed to transform into one of the rarest animals, the Phoenix.
Needless to say that when Harry, in Phoenix form, managed to sneak into the basement to be with Remus and Sirius, neither of them had been pleased about it causing the argument.
***flashback***
Harry was sitting at the kitchen table, the night after the full moon eating a sandwich, when a sickly looking Remus and a pissed off looking Sirius entered the kitchen.
Sitting down facing Harry Sirius asked dangerously, "Do you have any idea what you did last night?"
"Yeah," answered Harry absently, "I transformed into my Phoenix,"
"That's not what Sirius meant Harry," replied Remus.
Putting down his half eaten sandwich Harry retorted, "I thought you both wouldn't have minded. I transformed last night to keep you company Remus but if you honestly don't want my company don't worry it wont happen again,"
"Harry you could have got hurt," chided Sirius,
"No I couldn't. I could have made you both proud of me," snapped Harry, "But I guess I was wrong in that assumption as well?"
"Harry we are proud of your transformation, but we were worried," answered Remus calmly.
Standing up Harry snapped, "Don't bother," then he stormed out of the room.
***End Flashback***
It had taken a lot of time before Harry had finally admitted why he had snapped. He admitted that although the Dursleys held blood protection they had never been worried or even cared about him, and it had scared him slightly that someone could worry, care comfort, and tell off all in one person and still like him at the end of the day. But after a few hiccups at the start they all finally managed to get along.
With newspaper reporters, people staring, and people thanking him in the wizarding world, Harry started to stick around the muggle world only venturing into the Wizarding world if aboustly necessary.
It just so happened that on his eighteenth birthday Harry went out with a few close friends, who included Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Remus, and Sirius, to a muggle night club called Isis. Hermione had been concerned with not getting into the club as she wasn't eighteen till September, but with some pleading with the manger of the club who had just happened to hear of the famous Harry Potter she was allowed in the club.
As the party wore on Remus and Sirius were the first to leave agreeing to meet Harry back at home. Then Fred and George went back to their flat in Hogsmeade more than a little tipsy, then Hermione and Ron left, well rather Hermione left dragging Ron.
Harry finally stumbled out of the club (Isis) around half past one in the morning it was still dark out, so Harry tried to avoid all alleyways, trouble was that to get back to his house he needed to cut down a back entrance to some abandon houses. Stepping into the alleyway someone came out from the shadows wearing a balaclava and pointing a gun at Harry.
"Give me your money. Now!" ordered the mugger.
"I haven't got any," answered Harry, trying to side step him.
"Don't bullshit me, either give me your money or die," threatened the mugger.
Harry doubled over laughing, the last person that had threatened him had been Voldemort and then he had destroyed him. Not to be deterred by the laughing man in front of him the mugger jabbed the gun in Harry's shoulder.
"Like I said lad don't bullshit me. Give. Me. Your. Money,"
Sobering up quickly Harry replied earnestly, "I haven't got any sorry,"
"Fine you bastard," cursed the mugger firing the gun.
As soon as the gun shot went off the mugger took off leaving Harry sitting on the floor stunned.
Harry didn't know what hit him as the bullet went into his shoulder; Harry looked down at his shoulder to see a trail of red blood trailing down his shoulder, staining his crisp white shirt that he had on.
Shaking with pain Harry knew he'd have to get up and go home as there was no one about for at least five miles, getting up Harry wrapped his jacket around himself to keep warm and began his last five minutes home.
Reaching the house Harry reached out shakily to grab the door handle, and then pushing with the last of his strength he walked into the house to see Remus and Sirius waiting up for him.
"Harry did you have a good ti-" the question dies on Remus' lips as the smell of blood filled the air.
"Help," croaked Harry before passing out from blood loss.
Both men on the couch jumped up as Harry hit the floor with a loud 'THUD'. Crouching next to him Remus saw what looked like a muggle gun shot wound on Harry's left shoulder.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Sirius urgently.
"Floo Poppy and tell her to bring a muggle healer. Harry has been shot by a muggle hand gun," answered Remus rationally.
The next few hours were spent with Poppy and a Dr. Downs, who knew of the Wizarding world, trying to heal; Harry's shoulder. With both their techniques combined they managed to remove the bullet the muggle way, heal the wound the magical way, and now all he needed was some more rest again. Both Remus and Sirius thought the same thing at that moment, everything seems to happens to Harry.
*** Harry woke up feeling like he was floating in water, (A/N: I'm not sure if this is right after an operation???) cracking his eyes open the whole world span causing him to snap his eyes shut and groan out loud.
"Harry is you okay? Do you need anything?" questioned Sirius frantically.
"Water," croaked Harry simply.
"Okay," replied Sirius.
Getting up Sirius poured some water into a glass, then helping Harry to rise his head up a little bit, poured a little of the water into Harry's mouth until Harry moved his head to the side indicating that he had, had enough.
"Thanks," mumbled Harry lying back down.
"No problem. Just rest," instructed Sirius.
Inclining his head slightly, Harry fell back into a deep slumber. Just after Harry had fallen back to sleep again Remus came into the room.
"Still no change?" asked Remus, sitting down next to Sirius.
"He woke up," answered Sirius, "But he was still under that muggle medicine."
"You can always have Snape give him something to expel the antistatic from his body," suggested Remus.
Shaking his head Sirius replied, "No, well let Harry ride it out naturally,"
"Okay. Just remember you get some rest as well," instructed Remus.
Sirius just nodded his head as he continued to watch over his godson; he didn't even notice Remus leave a couple of minutes later.
***
Over the next couple of days Harry was confined to bed. He had, had a bad reaction coming out of the antistatic making him violently sick.
Harry had a number of visitors over the two days, but he was only left completely alone for the night, his main two visitors were Remus and Sirius who were always coming in and out of his bedroom just to check up on him. The strange thing was that Harry was finding himself attracted to Remus.
The more time he spent with Remus, which was everyday, the more attracted he became, he was even starting to dream about him and would often wake up to find himself aroused.
By the fourth day Harry was finally allowed to walk about, as long as he took it easy. But getting dressed was another matter, he still had his arm in a sling and he couldn't lift it above his head as it was still healing, all his shoulder muscles had to re-gain there former strength.
In the end Harry opted to just put one arm through his shirt then wrap it around him, the house was constantly warm so he wasnt worried about catching a cold.
Now finally clothed Harry started to make his way down the stairs following the scent of cooking bacon. It took Harry five minutes to reach the kitchen as he was still slow on his feet from not walking about the last four days.
Pushing open the kitchen door, the site that greeted him made him smile; Sirius was trying to cook breakfast without using his magic, whilst Remus was sitting at the table reading the mornings Daily Prophet.
"Good morning Harry," greeted Remus, looking up from his paper, "Sleep well?"
"Like a log," answered Harry sitting down.
"What?" asked Sirius joining the conversation.
Smiling Harry answered, "Sorry, muggle expression,"
Even though Harry had been in the wizarding world for eight years now, he still managed to answer some questions with a muggle expression which usually ended up confusing Ron, Remus, and Sirius.
"So how do you want your bacon?" asked Sirius going back to his cooking.
"Not burnt," answered Harry innocently.
Remus moved the paper closer to his face so Sirius couldn't see him smirking behind his paper. Even Harry turnmed his laughing into a fake coughing fit.
"Oh ha, ha, very funny," replied Sirius sarcastically.
Stopping his fake coughing/laughing fit Harry replied, "Sorry. I would like it well done,"
"Do you think its wise Harry to have something heavy?" questioned Remus re- joining the conversation.
"Rem I've had nothing but soup for the last two days," complained Harry, "I think I can handle a bit of bacon,"
"You know, Harry, Moonys right," put in Sirius,
"Fine I'll have toast," sighed Harry in defeat.
Sirius brought over three plates, two with bacon sandwiches on and one with plain toast on. Smiling to sweetly as he took the toast Harry began eating and every now and then he would glance up at Remus.
Looking up as he finished Harry watched Remus take his own plate over to the sink. Bloody hell why couldn't I like someone who is available, thought Harry, suppressing a groan as Remus straightened his robes, this shouldn't be happening, I shouldn't be falling for my godfathers partner.
Sighing Harry shook off his confusing thoughts and made to get up from the table when he saw Sirius looking at him. Sirius blinked and looked away when Harry looked him in the eye,
"You okay Sirius?" asked Harry.
"Fine why don't you go back up to bed to rest some more?" suggested Sirius, shit! I hope he didn't see me staring at him for that long? Thought Sirius.
"No. it looks nice outside I think I'll go sit out in the sun," replied Harry.
Harry moved over to the back door his mind racing confusing him even more. Did he see me staring at Remus? Bollocks this is not good, thought Harry, but then if he did see me surly he would have said something. I knew I shouldn't have fallen for Remus
***
Remus watched as Harry moved out the door, he had sensed Harry was staring at his back but he didn't dare turn around, stop it you shouldn't be thinking of Harry like that he's just a kid.
Watching Harry sit on the reclining, they had brought over the summer, he never heard Sirius get up until he felt a pair of lips on his neck.
Jumping slightly Remus sighed, "Sirius we shouldn't,"
"Why not?" asked Sirius assaulting Remus' neck again.
"Because Harry could walk in on us," answered Remus trying to control himself.
Sirius continued on his assault on Remus' neck for another five minutes before finally pulling himself away from Remus with a disappointed sigh.
"Fine I'll stop for now," comment Sirius straitening his robes, to cover up his apparent erection
"Good," replied Remus.
"Do you think Harry's arm will cause him any problems in the future?" asked Sirius changing the subject drastically.
"Sirius, Harry is a strong young man he'll make sure it doesn't affect him," explained Remus.
Sighing Sirius replied, "I know it's just so much has happened to him in the last few months and I think that he now deservers to be happy,"
"I know Sirius but all we can do is be there for him when he needs us," explained Remus.
Sirius just nodded as the kitchen lapsed into a comfortable silence. Remus' words kept repeating themselves in his mind, 'all we can do is be there for him' trouble is I don't want to just 'be there' for him. URGH! I shouldn't even be thinking of him like this, what would Remus say if he knew that I wanted to sleep with my godson?
Little did Sirius know that similar thoughts were being thought of by Remus, 'deservers to be happy' Merlin I'd do anything to see Harry happy. What?! I shouldn't be thinking of him like 'that' Harry is too young. What would Sirius say if he knew I wanted to sleep with his godson?
***
Harry sat in the reclining chair with a small smile playing about his face, as he had sat down he caught Remus looking at him. I know I should never have fell for Remus, thought Harry soaking in the first warm rays of sunlight.
Wait what am I thinking!? I can't have 'fallen' for Remus can I? URGH I'm so bloody confused I guess my life is never ever going to be simple, maybe peaceful now but not simple.
I guess I can only think of one thing that I can do and that is to stay away from Remus until my feelings for him subside, I just hope he doesn't take it the wrong way.
With that thought firmly planted in his mind, Harry resolved to try to spend less time with Remus, and when the three of them were together at dinner times then he would make the extra effort to be especially nice to them.
The trouble with this plan though was trying to find something to do to keep himself occupied. Even then once he had found something to do he had to deter Remus that he didn't need any help; all he hoped for was that his feelings would die away soon. He hoped.