When It All Goes Wrong Again: Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own Harry Potter. I'm poor, so don't sue. I can only dream that anyone in the HP universe is gay. This story is totally fictional, and my idea.
Warnings: This story will have slash in it. Those couples will include Sev/Remy, Sev/Remy/Siri (Rocks my socks!), and Harry/Draco. There will also be some het tossed in there, because I have to go with the belief that not all the characters can be gay, as much as I may enjoy writing it.
Summary: AU. The night of James and Lily's death, Harry was just visiting his godparents, when Voldemort stormed the house. Harry was returned to his dad's care. He grew up with one of his father's, never knowing the other one. What happens when a bad situation forces him and his dad to move in with his father? Slash. SS/RL, HP/DM
Authors Note: Wow, I must say that I'm shocked. See I was just looking trough authors favorite story lists, and this author that I've liked for a really long time has this story on her list. And I'm just in shock! Thanks to anyone who reviewed. And thanks to those that didn't review but only read. Wow. And thanks to Piri for just being herself. Wow. Yeah, I'm gonna go and do the 'Happy Snoopy Dance' some more.

Harry sat on the porch steps, watching Sirius tinker with the motorcycle. After a few minutes the older man looked up, "What's up?"

"Would you take me for a ride on it?"

"Your dad would kill me," came the automatic reply. "You're father would murder me also…" there was a short pause before Sirius replied, "Actually, this will be good for you. I have no doubt that you've only ridden brooms, if even that."

Sirius moved to grab an old rag and wipe the grease off his hands, "Helmet and goggles for you. Helmet for me. Keys. Wand. All set to go, let me get it ready."

The bike of started and Harry got situated comfortably, Sirius took off. The bike started slowly, but as it moved down the long driveway away from the Snape Manor it picked up speed quickly, "Hold on tight," Harry complied promptly. Soon the bike was flying through the air.

The feeling of it was exhilarating, and Harry wasn't sure if he'd be able to catch his breath.

Sirius felt the excitement of the boy behind him, and he smiled to himself, knowing that he was able to still bring the boy a bit of happiness even after being gone for far too long. He felt a pull on his mind and sighed, "We've got to go back now, sunshine. But we'll do it again okay?" The only reply was a nod and the small arms tightened around his waist, he landed the bike, driving slowly towards the manor, where two men stood in front.

"Harry Orion Silvius Lupin and Sirius Orion Black! I have it in my mind to beat you both within an inch of your life. You, Sirius, for taking the boy on the blasted bike, and you, Harry, for getting on it! What were you thinking?" Remus' voice was loud and angry.

"That Sirius loves me enough to not let me get hurt," Harry replied coldly, pulling off the helmet and goggles, handing them to Sirius, who was now standing beside him, "He was careful dad, I wasn't hurt and we hadn't even gotten past the clouds before you called. I've gone higher on a broom."

"What about you Sirius, what do you have to say?" Remus asked, noticing that Severus was being uncharacteristically quiet.

"I was taking sunshine for a ride. I can remember a werewolf once telling me that the boy couldn't ride until he was in Hogwarts. And he is now, so he can ride," Sirius wrapped an arm around Harry, kissing the mop of messy hair before pulling the boy into the manor, leaving the others outside.

Remus turned to look at Severus, "What's wrong?"

"He's closer to Harry than I am already, and he's only been here for two days, and one of those was spent sleeping!"

"We both knew, since Harry was born, that he was much more like Sirius then we wanted. It's just natural that they get along," Remus tried to get the man to understand.

"I suppose," Severus muttered before walking into the manor quickly, with Remus following.

"If father is my father, and dad my dad, who are you to me?"

"Huh? What?" Sirius was taken aback by the question.

"I mean, you three were together when I was born, and I know that father and dad are my biological fathers, are you adoptive? Or are you just an extra dad?" Harry clarified his question.

Sirius seemed to think of it before replying, "I'm your one and only adoptive father. Cause there was no way to make a kid from three parents, though both of those two are convinced that you some how inherited my personality, and from what I've read in the papers, I have no doubt that you may have."

"What do I call you?" Harry inquired, looking at the man curiously from his position from on of the barstools.

"When we raised you that first year, I was 'Papa'. So if you want to, you can call me that," moving to get a drink, Sirius answered.

"Why do you call me 'sunshine'?"

"Because for the first few nights, Remy was exhausted, and you wouldn't sleep. I'd sneak into your room, where you were normally causing a fit in Sev's arms, and I'd sing to you. Over time, we realized that you feel asleep quickest to 'You Are My Sunshine'. And after that, I just called you sunshine."

"How long were you and them together?"

"Remus was life mates with me and Sev for half of fifth and sixth year before all three of us got together. Sev and I weren't in each other's good graces until your dad intervened. And after that happened, and we both realized that neither one was going to give up, we decided to take the best of it," Sirius informed Harry, "Until when your father had to leave, we were always together."

"Do you think that father really cares?" Harry's voice was uncertain, and unmistakably pain filled.

"He wouldn't give you up for anything, not even your dad."

"Then why doesn't he act like it?"

"Because, it's been fourteen years since he's been near you, as a father rather than a teacher. He can't be sure how to act," Sirius took a seat across from the black haired boy.

"Then how are you so calm about it? Why are you taking it so easily?"

"Because I'm more willing to take chances. With Sev everything had to stay the same, he wasn't too big on change, or chances. I love that man just as much as I love your dad, but sometimes he just doesn't know what kind of choices to make."

There was a long, comfortable silence, before Harry asked, "Will you be there for me when father isn't?"

"I'll be there for you until the day I die."

"How long will you be here? Before your next mission?"

"I don't know," Sirius paused, "They might call me out tonight or in a month. It all depends on what the Ministry wants."

"If you were asked to, would you give up being an Unspeakable for us?" the question was murmured, as if the questioner was afraid of the answer.

"If that's what it took to stay here, then yes. Do you want me to give it up?" If the answer was 'yes' Sirius would send a letter of resignation that night.

"Do you love it? Your job, I mean."

"I love helping people, but I love being part of this family more. I can find other ways to help people," Sirius soon found his arms full of the fifteen year old, he hugged the boy firmly.

"Don't leave us for as long as you did. I don't think dad and father could take it again, papa," Harry hugged the man tight, happy when the hug was returned.

Remus watched his from his position in the door for a few moments before calling out, "Harry, your father wishes to see you. Something about Draco and France. Lucius was talking nonsense through the fire," Remus moved out of the way as Harry rushed through the door yelling a 'bye' to the two men.

"Lucius? As in Malfoy?" Sirius asked.

"Yes, one and the same. Draco is his son. He may well be in love with Harry, and know it too, but Harry doesn't have a clue. Or at least that's the impression that we have gotten."

"So they could be lovers, and you haven't a clue?"

"He blushed bright red when he walked in on Sev holding my hand once. I think if he were having sex, we'd know."

"You can never be too sure," Sirius replied, smiling, "At least not with our son. He's got the wit of a Snape, the intelligence of a Lupin, and the attitude of a Black. He'll make one hell of a man."

"That he will," Remus replied, nodding his head.

"You wanted to see me father?" Harry asked when he entered the study that he avoided.

"It seems that Draco has caused much trouble in France, and Lucius believes that you will help to keep him out of trouble. How this is accomplished is beyond me. But since it is alright with your dad, you are going to be going with them. Your things are packed, all you need to do is say good bye to your dad and Sirius," Severus told Harry, watching his son's reaction.

Harry rushed and hugged his father, before steeping back and saying, "It's papa, not Sirius," and rushing out of the room yelling, "Papa, dad, I'm going to France! With Draco!"

Remus braced himself for catching his overly exuberant son, "That's wonderful, Harry."

"I know, and I can't believe father is going to let me go!"

Harry's excitement at being able to go to France made Severus smile as he calmly walked to the kitchen, watching the boy almost cause Remus to fall when he jumped to give him a hug.

"France! Wow," Harry moved to hug Sirius, who smiled and slipped a muggle money holder into the boy's hand.

"Buy something for yourself, but don't spend it all in one place," he whispered, kissing Harry's forehead, before glancing at Remus.

The werewolf glared, "You'll spoil him Sirius."

"That's what I'm here for! You two can be the parents that teach him about all the unimportant stuff like responsibility and the lot, while I will teach him the important stuff like the art of lying around and pranking," Sirius grinned, standing and hugging the boy once more before pushing him towards Severus, "Don't forget to thank who's allowing you to go."

Harry hugged his father once again, getting a response of the older man wrapping his arms around the boy loosely, "Thank you so much father. You don't know how much this matters to me."

"You're welcome Harry. You better mind Draco's parents. If I get one bad report, you won't go again," Severus replied, moving to let his son go.

"I do believe that I just witnessed the longest conversation between the two of you," the silky voice of Lucius Malfoy drifted to the four males.

"Luke!" Sirius moved to the man.

"Si? What are you doing here? When'd they let you off assignment?" the senior Malfoy grasped one of Sirius' hands and his shoulder, "I was sure that they'd never let you get back home."

"You know me, I'd always find a way," Sirius moved away slightly, "Now I want you to take care of my boy, don't let him get into any of the trouble I'm sure you allow Draco into. How is Narcissa? I haven't seen her in ages."

"You know 'Cissa, same as she's always been. You'll have to come over sometime, get reacquainted, but I'm afraid that Harry and I must be going, Draco is going mad," Lucius motioned to Harry, "I trust your father filled your trunk for you?"

"Of course I did," Severus interrupted, handing Harry the shrunken trunk, "Take care of yourself. And don't go off on any adventures."

"You all make it seem as if all I do it get into trouble," Harry smiled at his parents before moving to stand next to the elder Malfoy, who pulled a token from his jeans. Harry grasped on to it, muttering, "I hate port keys." He soon felt the ground under his feet and opened his eyes to see his blonde hair friend pacing, "Draco!"

"Harry, you're here!" Draco moved around the room to get to him, he grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room, "Let's go out to the shopping center and get something to eat. The people here are driving me insane. Bye father!"

Harry waved to the elder Malfoy, who had a smile on his face and waved back.

For the first time since Harry was born, the three men were in the same house, together, with only each other. The silence was almost deafening. Remus looked at his two companions, before sighing and leaving the room.

"Remy!" Sirius called to him, "Wait." But he just watched as the werewolf walked shut himself in a room, "Have you even tried to get back with him, Sev? Or are you waiting for him to make the first move?"

"He's been alone since you left; I figured he'd moved on."

"We're his fucking life mates, Severus. In other words, we are his mates for life, and he can't have more than two! You know that!" Sirius moved and pulled the potions master to him by the back of his neck, "You and I both know that us being close to him and him not being able to touch us is slowly killing him. You may not be willing to go to him again, but I am. I won't let him self-destruct Sev."

Severus was about to reply but was cut off when the lips of Sirius smashed into his. The kiss wasn't soft or loving, it was harsh and passionate. Teeth bumped together and tongues dueled, hands wondered into hair trying to get closer, he almost whimpered from the loss when Sirius pulled away and murmured, "I'm going to him. You can join us if you want to." Severus could just watch as Sirius walked into the room that Remus had entered moment earlier.

Sirius was shocked to see Remus lying on bed, obviously in pain, he rushed to him and climbed onto the bed, "Remy, hey, I'm here, what do you need?" Sirius could hear the worry in his own voice; a hand reached out and pulled his head down.

"That's just enough," Remus muttered before placing a kiss on the unresisting lips, "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too, Remy," Sirius moved around so he was lying below Remus, "I've missed you too."

Remus moved his hands to play with Sirius' long locks, while moving to kiss the familiar jaw. The hands that were sliding along his back distracted him from hearing the door open, but he did feel the bed dip next to him and the extra hands the joined in. He pulled away from Sirius and looked up at Severus, "You are gorgeous, absolutely and totally."

Severus was shocks as he was pulled into his second kiss. This kiss was more caring and warm; it was familiar, like coming home after a long time away. The lips against his were soft, they melted together.

Harry walked into yet another clothing store, "Co," he whined, "We've been into three other stores exactly like this one!"

"No, they aren't exactly like the other ones, you just can't notice the difference," Draco informed his friend, moving to grab many shirts and pants then heading off to the changing room, calling back to Harry, "Come and tell me what you think."

Harry sat in a chair just outside the changing room, examining the cell phone that Lucius had given him in case of emergencies. He heard someone clear their throat and looked up to see Draco standing in a pair of black leather pants and a tight turtle neck, "A bit warm for summer, don't you think Co?"

"I'm buying my winter wardrobe," Draco replied, moving to the vast wall of mirrors to admire the outfit, "I need the sweater in dark green."

Harry just sighed, knowing it was going to be a very, very long day.

Draco heard Harry sigh and smiled to himself before moving to change again.

Remus tried to move his arm from its uncomfortable position under Severus' neck, but found he couldn't without chancing waking up the man. He was surprised when he felt a pair of lips on the back of his neck.

"He always did manage to sleep on your arm, didn't he?" Sirius smiled when he got no reply except a sigh of contentment, he squeezed his arms around the too thin waist of the werewolf, before moving to rest a hand on hip of the potions master.

"Remy, you could have just asked me to move," Severus mumbled, as he turned over to face the other two men, "I would have."

"I know, but you were sleeping peacefully," Remus replied, moving the numb arm under his head and using his other arm to pull the black-eyed man closer, leaving it resting there. He let out another sigh, smiling before he fell into a restful sleep.

Sirius looked over at Severus and smiled at the man softly, "He deserves all the love we can give him Sev," before following his lover into the land of dreams.

Severus just watched the two men he was so sure he'd never be with again, smiling to himself. His happiness was obvious as he snuggled closer to Remus, before also falling fast asleep.

Draco walked out in yet another outfit to see a stranger talking with Harry. He was about to go and see what the man wanted when part of the conversation drifted over to him, "…he's very attractive."

"Yes, I know," came Harry's reply, "Believe me, he tells me every day that he is."

"So you to are committed?" the stranger asked.

"I do believe that that's none of your business. So if you would, please leave," Harry was shocked at the aggressiveness in his voice, but blamed it on the werewolf emotions within him.

The stranger glared before stating, "I don't think I will," he noticed Draco, "I was just telling your friend that I wouldn't mind getting to know you."

"I do mind though. Seeing as I've promised to save myself for someone else. You'll just have to find someone other than myself or my friend," Draco's voice held all the aloofness of an aristocrat, "And I do believe that I and future Malfoys won't be shopping in this store."

The store clerk, over hearing this, called security and had the stranger removed before calling her boss.

"Mr. Malfoy, hello. My name is Benjamin Thomas, I'm the owner of this store, if you have any problems, feel free to tell me or the assistant on duty. We apologize for the trouble caused today, we do try to keep those people out of the store," a man who looked to be in hid mid-thirties said, walking to where Draco and Harry were standing.

"It's wonderful to meet you, Mr. Thomas, but my friend and I must go and meet my father," Draco replied moving to go back into the changing rooms, "I'm not so bold to say that my selection for the day will be free, am I?"

"Anything you and your friend wishes to have today will be free of charge for the grief that we have put the two of you through," Mr. Thomas replied with a false smile in place.

"Thank you, sir. Have a nice day," Harry relied, as he watched Draco pulled the many articles of clothing from his dressing room, before moving to grab some more clothes in Harry's size.

After getting the items rung up, and grabbing the many bags, Harry and Draco were walking back towards the Malfoy France estate, "That was better than I thought."

"You are manipulative Draco," Harry replied, glancing at his friend. He placed his arm around Draco's shoulder after moving the bags into a single hand.

Draco almost sighed dreamily when Harry's arm slid from his shoulder to his waist, "But you love me anyways."

"Yeah, because I don't know what you'd do to me if I hated you," Draco could only feel disappointment at that statement, "Besides, who else will be able to get me a thousand dollars worth of clothes for free?"

And all Draco could think was how he'd give Harry anything, just to know that he'd have his attention for that much longer.