Disclaimer: Ohhh how I hate the end of book 5, this will (as usual) disregard it completely. Oh yeah... and I don't own anything save for the plot.
AN: This was inspired by a small collection of fanart I was looking at, it made me feel like writing some sort of comical family fic. For those it may concern, don't worry I know Harry's supposed to be stuck with the Dursleys because of the events in book 5, I'm probably a bigger Harry Potter fan than you think, so anything big like that which was omitted was purposely done, including the absence of Kreacher. Hey, isn't that what FanFICTION is for? R&R Please.
"Padfoot, would it be possible for you to actually clean something?" Remus cried in exasperation. The tall man with long dark hair looked up from his chair.
"Harry will like the house just the way it is." Replied Sirius, "We don't need to clean it just because he's coming..."
"...To live with us! We need to have the kind of home that a young boy can grow up in, healthily!" He added hastily brushing some dust of the mantelpiece.
"He'll only be here for the summer." Sirius sighed. Never the less, he stood up and waved his wand at a broom, which started sweeping.
"That's the spirit." Said Remus with a smirk.
"Question chief." Sirius stuck his hand in the air and waved it about, giving a marvelous impression of a certain muggle born girl that Remus knew.
"Yes?"
"Are we going to tell Harry about... us?" Sirius shifted from foot to foot and took his wand away from the broom, immediately the object zoomed up to the ceiling and started shaking furiously, raining it's collected dirt upon their heads.
"Sirius!" The werewolf waved his own wand at the broom, which fell lifeless to the floor once again. He then put a hand to his forehead. "I guess it's inevitable, but I know he'll accept us. He's a good boy."
Sirius smiled, it was hard to put anything on Remus's already burdened shoulders, he just looked so cute standing there like that, dirt caught in his light brown hair. He walked forward and kissed the end of Remus's dusty nose.
"He'll accept it." Sirius whispered. "Now come on, let's get cooking."
Harry Potter, or as some knew him The Boy Who Lived, stepped out of the cab, grabbed his trunk, and paid the driver. His owl cage was empty as he had sent Hedwig ahead. Looking around to see no one was watching, he then strode up to the door of Grimmauld Place and knocked. When no one answered he simply went in.
"Harry?" Inquired a gruff voice from the kitchen.
"Moody?" The boy peered through his glasses in disbelief as Mad-Eye hobbled in with a clunk.
"You might want to check in the kitchen boy, those men don't know the first thing about muggle stoves." Moody chuckled in a wheezy way, "Get that door for me will you? There's a good lad." Harry dropped his trunk and swung the door open for the grizzly old man. Then, curiously, Harry poked his head around the corner to peer into the kitchen and immediately sneezed. The room was slowly filling with black smoke.
"Lupin? Sirius?" Called Harry thickly. The smoke cleared enough for him to see Sirius standing slightly hunched, covered in feathers over a half plucked chicken, and Remus holding a platter of black cookies looking rather disappointed
"Harry!" Sirius bounded forward at once and wrapped Harry in a bone crunching hug. As he was released Harry had a chance to talk at last.
"What were you two doing?" He asked looking skeptically at the kitchen.
"Cooking." Replied Sirius proudly. Remus glared at him and held out his platter.
"I'm sorry Harry... I guess I'm not very good at this." Remus apologized, Harry couldn't help noticing that he was wearing a frilly pink apron. He assumed it was his old Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers way of trying to make him feel at home, since he had lived with muggles all his life. However, it just made him smile.
"It's okay, you er... probably just left them in too long." Harry said kindly looking at the bits of charcoal on the plate. "If you want, I'm sure I can get Hermione to teach you how to make them the right way."
"Yes, wonderful." Said Sirius dismissively. "Come on Harry, I'll show you where your room is.
"My room..." Echoed Harry distantly, he was finally going to be able to live away from the Dursleys.
"Damn stove, we just got it installed too." Sirius rambled as he led Harry up the stairs at a run. Remus followed them with a frown, Harry noticed that he hadn't bothered to take off his apron.
"Um Sirius, I have a favor to ask." Harry began as his godfather led him into a spacious bedroom.
"Then ask." Sirius grinned.
"I was just wondering if I might be able to have Ron and Hermione over for a couple of days this summer."
"No problem, we took the liberty of inviting them over for next week." Sirius ruffled Harry's hair and started back down the stairs, followed by Remus.
"He what?" Harry asked himself in disbelief. Shrugging off his surprise at being able to have friends over, Harry had started to unpack when Hedwig the owl soared in through the open window and onto his arm.
"Hello Hedwig." Harry smiled as she nipped at his fingers and flapped over to her cage. Grimmauld Place felt like home already.
AN: Just the prologue my chickens, just the prologue. Read and Review please!