A/N. Nothing in particular to say, but big, big thank you to everyone who reviewed. Ms. Padfoot. Miss Anonymous, BlackPotterGrl, jenni, abesapien, Sea Mitress, dark-elf, Doodle bug, Mac1, tessbomb65 (not judging, I swear, so long as I can keep you reading). Fath8252, sunnysparkles, keri.
Ms Padfoot – I know who you are. Don't try and hide.
Miss Anonymous – Thank you for the praise! Honoured that you think I am doing them justice!
BlackPotterGrl – wow…awesome, thanks. To save you looking everyday to see if I have updated, I'll send you an email with a link on it. (If you like). Or Author Alerts work pretty well…not sure how they work though. (And the plan is to update once a week…depending on demand…but then, I am the world's most unreliable person.)…just heard I was on your favourites! Thanks!
abesapien – glad I made you laugh. I laugh at what I write sometime…or the vision I get, and you laughing too makes me sound a little bit less sad. Thank you for saying you think I write the character well. My characters tend to become OOC cos I try to get rid of their imperfections but…dark-elf told me Harry was very angry in OotP and I wrote him not quite that pissed with the world, which he has a right to be but never the less. As you can, this don't quite fit with OotP.
Doodlebug – nice name. Did you get your cousin? Rubber gloves can leave a sting.
dark-elf – what a review! Thank you! Very helpful to me. I know which bits in the story are a hit now. I am thrilled you like Remus' sense of humour, he is my favourite character, and I hate it when writers make him seem so wet! Later on you might see my love for flashbacks, and hot tempered and careless Sirius (preAzkaban Paddy as I call him) will make his appearance. My fave after Remus, I see him as being a hot headed and impetuous and a little bit careless and selfish, but a lot of fun and mischievous, but with this romantic side people rarely see, a real dreamer. And now, after 12 years with Dementors, he is a bit more serious (sorry) and worries about his loved ones a lot more…because of what the Dementors did to him. Not exactly sure what Sirius and Remus are going to explain, well I am, just not sure how to do it. Grr.
fath8252 – to save you checking do you want an email to say I've updated?
sunnysparkles – I'm on someone's favourites? Cool. Very honoured. Erm…stories like this? As in…Sirius and Remus with Harry, without being on some slash/incest website (RLSB…good, RLHPSB….weird) and Remus/Sirius not having a kid or being dead or whatever? I'll recommend Harry Potter and the Emerald Tablet anyway, and one by lukatrina…can't think of it's name.
Rainbow Over The Moon
Chapter Three; In the Morning.
The next morning Harry woke to the sound of bird's tweeting. Confused for a moment as to where he was (birds didn't tend to tweet in a nice and typically joyful manner at Privet Drive) he sat up and looked around. The room was his, as in, it felt like it belonged to him rather than 'his on loan'. He was at Sirius' and Remus' house. The Cottage in The Woods, as he had named it last night. He stood up and noticed his pajamas reached his ankle adequately, but also sat comfortably on his waist too. Last night he had been much too tired and overwhelmed to really think on subjects such as pajamas in any kind of detail beyond thanking the giver of said garments, presumably with the intention of replacing the scruffy much too big and much too short (even for him) 'things' he usually slept in (an original number from the Dudley Range which had fitted afore mentioned whale-boy when he was 9).
He recalled the room from last night with relative clarity and found in the bright light of mid morning, or so he guessed, he loved it even more. He couldn't believe Remus had done this for him. It meant he wanted him here, both of them did. This wasn't just some order from Dumbledore, and on that point, Harry wondered if they actually had permission from Dumbledore. Deciding not to question such generosity currently, or at all if he could enjoy it for any extended period of time, Harry settled for looking out of the window to see where exactly he was in daylight.
The view from his side of the house happened to be of a meadow type field, which led off to what appeared to be a moor. This did not exactly help him in deciding where in England he was, but he did figure wherever they were, was pretty isolated. The view from the window was extended and quite breath taking however, with long grass blowing softly in a summer breeze with purple and grey moor heather blurring into a large mass beyond that. Harry decided he liked the country, nice and isolated, and quiet. Away from reporters and the rest of the world that Harry didn't really want to talk to right now.
He smiled as he realised last night wasn't a dream, and he really wasn't stuck in the middle of Surrey with his accursed relatives, and on that thought he went downstairs, neglecting, in his joy, to get dressed.
This turned out not be such an error in ways as he found Remus and Sirius in similar attire sitting at the kitchen table both contemplating cups of coffee and quietly talking to each other. Conversation didn't stop as he walked in, something of an unusual occurrence to Harry, but Sirius did look up (Remus had his back to the stair case) and say "Morning Harry. There's orange juice in that jug, pull up a seat. We were just discussing the plan for the holiday."
"Good morning." Harry replied happily and poured himself some juice.
"You look happy." Remus stated as he passed him some recently browned toast.
"Just…being away from the Dursley's and being with people who actually want me around…big mood improver. I'm sorry if I was moody last night." He said honestly, and watched with tight nerves as he waited for a reply.
"Good point." Remus said, and Harry relaxed a little. "You weren't moody last night. Overwhelmed I'm guessing. But I am glad you know you're welcome here and to make yourself at home. This is your home too." He continued.
Rather than give Harry time to reply to that statement, Sirius jumped in and proceeded to explain the previous topic of conversation.
"Remus and I were discussing your living conditions. With the Dursley's, I mean." Sirius clarified. Harry frowned a bit at this, worried about where it all was leading.
"I thought you might get to that eventually." Harry said, hesitantly, glancing from Remus to Sirius.
"Well, as inappropriate as it may be to discuss this in pajamas, I doubt that you mind, much. But Remus and I, want to make you an offer." Sirius paused, unsure about how Harry would react to their offer.
"Okay...I really don't mind what we're wearing or how early it is...it's just us right?" Harry ventured to say, and smiled to himself when he saw Remus brighten when he referred to them all of the as 'just us'.
'They really do want me here! They want me to feel at home!' He realized as an unfamiliar feeling of belonging settling itself into his chest.
As he had been adjusting to the new sensation Sirius' words had created, Sirius had continued to speak, "...but there's a lot more to this."
"Er...sorry Sirius. What was that?" Harry blinked back to the present and blushed, embarrassed as he realized he had completely tuned Sirius out.
"It's alright Harry. I was just saying, well, we only got permission to kidnap you last night…that's where Remus went. Good job he…Dumbledore…said yes, really. But we need to work on some wards and things, and we can make them stronger if you help, particularly if you and Remus work together, you being the one they are designed to protect…and good ole Moony here being a Protective Spells and Wards extraordinaire. Bet you didn't know that…he helped repair the wards around Hogwarts…" Sirius said as Remus blushed at Sirius' complimenting. "Anyway…he is a genius with wards, and if you help set your own protective wards it will make it next to impossible for anyone or anything to get in here." Sirius declared. "We can…I say we, I mean he, can explain the technicalities, but I am not a Ward Master…not my speciality, besides that, it's mind numbing." He added, pulling an extremely bored face at the end.
"Ok…cool. But what about the laws…underage magic?" Harry asked, again honoured by the precautions taken to protect him.
"Again I refer you to our Resident Wards expert, and local rule breaker…Remus Lupin." Sirius said and pointed dramatically to a chuckling Remus.
"Ignore him. I've set a Masking ward which should let you, and him, use magic." Remus explained. "What…let me guess, someone told you stories about me being the law abiding Marauder?" he continued when he saw the shocked look on Harry's face.
"Well, he ain't, trust me. He just lies better than me or James ever did." Sirius interposed with a chuckle, but then sobered and instructed. "Don't go getting any ideas. Only stupid rules are meant to be broken. Most should be obeyed. And there's a sentence I'd never thought I'd say."
Harry was, once again, shocked. No one had ever cared enough to give him rules to abide by.
"So that means you're stuck here with us for the rest of the summer kiddo." Remus said and grinned.
"Really? Brilliant!" Harry exclaimed. 'No more Dursleys.'
"Yep. Really. So…if we make an attempt in the clothing department, we can come help you unpack later, alright kiddo?" Remus affirmed, indicating their retired attire.
"Thanks. There's not exactly a lot but…" Harry said.
"Well, lets get these wards set. And then we can do that" Sirius had moved now and was standing beside Harry. The earlier questioning, or doubt, perhaps, he had over being found in pajamas in front of two people he generally wanted to impress and respect him flew out the window as he realised Sirius was wearing only his boxers, and a rather battered, faded red T shirt (the fact it was faded made it look pink). Stifling a snort (Sirius Black…infamous mass murderer…pink T shirt and boxers…) he glanced a look at Remus, and found the werewolf clothed in a very wrinkled and creased pair of cotton bottoms and a t shirt which was a garish, but again faded, combination of Gryffindor colours and declared on it's front 'Marauders! Waterfront Bash, 84.' Harry smiled, and reminded himself to ask what Waterfront Bash, 84 was, as he suddenly felt a whole lot more comfortable realising Remus and Sirius weren't expecting him to stand on propriety, and there offer to make himself at home, really was sincere.
Harry's musing came to an end when Sirius grabbed his arms and turned him bodily towards the stairs. "Come on…upstairs…clothes…go." Sirius ordered and frog marched Harry from the room, a laughing Remus following.
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Sirius, Remus and Harry and reconvened approximately five minutes, three shirts and three pairs of jeans later outside in the pretty little garden, which overlooked the expansive moor on one side and was shadowed by a towering forest on the other. Harry wandered around a little bit and dragged his hand through a tall bunch of flowers in a bed near the house, Lilies, he realised.
"Ok. Harry? Have you learnt anything about wards at school yet?" Sirius asked him.
Harry turned around and meandered back over to Sirius who was watching Remus walk around the house and apparently test the wards surrounding it.
"No…haven't even really done shields much yet. We'll get taught this in Defence right?" He replied.
"Yes, soon I should think." Sirius nodded. "Remus is testing the current wards right now. I am not sure what types there are up, but I doubt it will make sense to you until you learn it. All you need to worry about is keeping you wand with Remus and keeping a hold of him. OK?" Sirius explained.
"Right. OK." Harry nodded and committed to memory what Sirius had said. He watched Remus walk slowly around the edge of the garden, quite a way out from the house and his mouth fell open as the air and sky around them suddenly light up a dusty pink.
"It's alright Harry. Just one of the wards." Sirius explained. "Pretty really isn't it." He added and put a hand round Harry's shoulders as the wards flashed different array of soft colours.
Remus finished checking on the standing wards, a process he had been doing with a series of pokes and prods and had begun to jog back towards them.
He smiled as he came up next to them and cracked his fingers. Harry had watched him run quickly, from a fair distance away and he wasn't even out of breath. "I've checked the wards, they're fine, just as strong as when I put them up. So Harry…if you come over here…" Remus said pulling Harry towards the ward line again, Sirius trailing behind, watching. "…just grab my wand with your left hand…that's right…" Harry was much reminded of 'Patronus Training' as Remus once again become 'Professor Lupin'. But, Harry felt with a little smile, that he liked the man as 'Remus'. He snapped his mind back to the task at hand and listened to Remus tell him he would take hold of Harry's wand with his left hand, so their arms were crossed, and describe the incantations. It was fairly simple but the actual concentration and the pure magic it would take was something more than Harry had really done before. Remus assured him he could do it and that he'd be there to take most of the slack and contain the spell so nothing untoward became of any of them.
The spell began slowly and quietly, Harry and Remus' voices soft and unintrusive in the still calm of the countryside. Harry felt magic begin to be pulled from him and his fingers tingled. His left hand, the one holding Remus' wand, grew warm and began to burn as he felt Remus' own magic rush from it. It was an odd feeling, to have someone else's magic course through you, but it felt familiar and warm and more welcome than unpleasant.
From the dual wand points a golden web began to spread and branch out, like the cracking of glass. Harry felt himself bend back and have to push his wand into remaining in contact. He could feel sweat gather at his temples and his eyes narrowed in concentration as he focused on his and Remus' magic and what they were willing it to bend into.
The golden webs and strands of magic began to grow and arc upwards and outwards and spread to encompass a large area outside the cottage. Remus and Harry were still repeating the incantation, over and over and Harry was yelling with the force. The blood and flows of magic pounded in his ears and made his vision swim and cloud with odd colours of sparkling pink and green. Nextt o him, he could barely hear Remus' quiet voice say the Latin words with him, but he could feel a strong copious stream pour from his wand, whereas he was screaming and pushing and pushing to keep his own outpouring steady. Finally, through shuttered eyes he saw the wards touch down on the opposite side of the cottage, but still they kept the magic pumping. Harry felt close to passing out and felt Remus move to support him from behind. He appreciated the support and sagged onto him, even though Remus held the majority of the strands and was controlling the entire web. He said nothing, but for continuing with chanting. Harry had gone onto automatic and his lips were shouting as loud as they could over and over. Somewhere inside the huge golden dome Sirius was looking around in anticipation and encouraging Harry, shouting "Not much longer, Harry! Keep it going kid." And the occasional "Whoo! Go Remus!"
They were having to push the web now, force it through the earth beneath them. Finally the tips of the golden strands poked up through the ground like new shoots and Remus pulled them up to join them back to their wands where they disengaged and pinged back to form a perfect sphere of golden webbing arcing over the house and disappearing into the ground. A huge flash sprang from the fibres of the ward and joined together, to form a smooth surface before being sucked back in and fading…sending Remus and Harry to the floor as it did.
Remus laughed and let out an "Oof!" as Harry landed on top of him. "You alright kiddo?"
Harry rolled off of Remus and flopped out flat on his back onto the grass. Looking at the huge blue dome above him. "Bloody hell!" he breathed.
"Ha. Figured you'd say that. Bit of an adrenaline rush eh?" Remus laughed lightly and sprang to his feet.
Harry opened his eyes and glared at him, 'Adrenaline rush, my arse!' he thought, he was bloody knackered.
But Remus just laughed and pulled Harry up, setting him onto his feet and pulling him through the just erected ward. Sirius met them inside it, invisible though it was, and hugged Harry.
"You did great!" he exclaimed. "Come on…I'll piggy-back you back to the house." He said and crouched down.
Harry blinked. He was overwhelmed to say the least and this latest revelation in the 'get closer to Remus and Sirius as 'godparents'' project had taken a new turn Harry hadn't quite expected.
"Go on Harry…sorry, I didn't really warn you it would take that much did I?" Remus said, and looked truly apologetic.
Sirius picked him up without Harry really realising, and he rested his head on Sirius' shoulder. He listened to Remus and Sirius mumble together quietly as they walked back to the house and felt the bumps and jolts in his ride lessen as he slowly slipped to sleep.
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He awoke on the sofa about an hour later to find a very guilty-looking Remus sitting over him, handing him a mug of what he presumed was tea.
"Sorry…" he said and looked even guiltier.
Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes, his head was clearer after a few sips of tea.
"No…it's alright. I figured it would be tiring. It's alright, really." Harry said and smiled.
"I'm sorry…I forget that wards are quite tiring and difficult…I'm just used to it, I guess. And you're only 14! I'm really sorry." He said.
"That was bloody amazing though…" Harry said.
"I know…try getting them things over a castle the size of Hogwarts." Remus said and made a face to express the difficulty of said task.
Harry nodded and drank the rest of his tea.
"Remus?" he asked slowly. "Thank you. For caring that much…thank you for putting up the wards and offering me your home." And he reached out to hug Remus tightly. Remus smiled and said quietly.
"Thank you for staying." And that to Harry said it all. He really was welcome here, he really was wanted.
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Remus left Harry to himself for a while, and disappeared into his study. Harry sat quietly, thinking to himself. He seemed to have a lot to think about at the moment and was quite absorbed in his thinking when Sirius came in and sat down next to him.
"Are you alright Harry?" he said and looked at him, assessing the damage.
"Yeah…that was kind of tiring though." Harry admitted.
"I know. I'm no good with wards, would have been in the same state." Sirius said. "He really is very sorry you know. Tore himself up when we got back in…thought you'd passed out. Got himself worked into a right little tizz." Sirius said laughing, and Harry laughed too and was once again consumed in his thoughts of being overwhelmed and a little shocked by the care Remus and Sirius bestowed in him. He'd never really been wanted anywhere before.
"He's powerful isn't he…" Harry asked meaning Remus who was still holed up in his study, from which some loud and suspicious voices emitted, although he could not work out what they were saying.
"Remus? Yes. People don't always realise. So unassuming he is." Sirius answered in the affirmative.
"First time I saw him, he was holding the ball of flames in his hand. Looked well cool." Harry told him.
"Oh yeah! I remember that. You've heard about our little adventures, haven't you?" Harry nodded. "Well, we discovered a fair few useful tricks on our little escapades. We mastered the Animagus transformation, obviously. But we also found that Remus could do some cool stuff to fire…any fire, hold it, bend it, conjure it. Pretty powerful stuff." Sirius explained and his face took on an expression which suggested he was impressed.
"Can you do anything like that?" Harry asked, smiling.
"Me? No…no pyrotechinics. Nope, only Remus was the arsonist. But an…cough interesting predicament I found myself in one night found me wishing very much for a certain invisibility cloak, and there you go…poof. Just appeared…well I disappeared but you get my drift. If I think hard enough and screw my nose up like this…" He twisted his handsome face into a somewhat contorted expression. "I can…conjure…things. Very useful." And he held out his hand to display an apple Harry was sure hadn't been there before.
"Cool! Could…could my dad do anything?" Harry asked tentatively; he didn't know how Sirius felt about talking about his father.
"'Course he could. Immune to mind altering curses, Imperious, Cheering charms…Memory charms. All sorts. Also, pretty useful skill to have." Sirius explained brightly.
"Do you think he passed that onto me?" Harry asked, still listening to apparent argument in the study.
"Reckon so. You might just be a brilliant wizard yourself but you never can tell." Sirius explained. And Harry felt a warm, fuzzy sort of feeling in his chest. Pleased as punch from Sirius' compliment, and proud to have something of his dad in him.
"Sirius?" he asked.
"Yeah?" the man replied. His dark blue eyes were watching the study door now, and he too listened to the voices within. He seemed to know about it though, so Harry didn't let it worry him.
"Do…do I have anything of my mum in me?"
"Your eyes of course. Erm…not sure. The eyes. And your skill with your wand. Good aim and skilled, tricky movements. Lils was brilliant with Charms 'cause of that." He said.
Harry grinned, he loved t hear about his parents, and even more, to have parts of them in him. It felt more like they were there with him somehow.
"Come on. Let's go unpack your stuff." Sirius announced and pointed Harry in the direction of the stairs.
It was most likely a tact to get Harry away from the argument in the study, and he assumed that was because it involved him, and this did not make for a happy Harry thought. So he stopped thinking about it.
So he and Sirius began organizing Harry's room and putting things how he wanted them. He didn't want to change much, just put his things in his wardrobe and dresser and organize homework into a pile on his desk. Remus joined them about half an hour in. The rifling through Harry's things brought conversations which to most would have been routine or nothing special, but to Harry, brought a twinge to his heart that told him he belonged, and that Remus and Sirius cared more than keeping him alive and relatively unmaimed.
On unpacking his clothes Sirius had sat back on his heels and dubiously surveyed the frayed and tattered pair of jogging bottoms he held. "Harry…you have a decent amount of clothes here…but look at the state! They're massive! And all these holes…" he poked a finger through one in the buttock area.
"They're Dudley's…course he has a huge wardrobe, everything he could want. Hence I have last years equally huge range, they don't fit him anymore. Actually, the stuff in there that will fit me will be a fair few years old. He was in age 14 – 15 by the time he was 11. And the holes…" here he shrugged, after explaining matter of fact, and not a bit sarcastic his garments size, origin and current condition.
"Erg…well, I won't have a godson dressed in these rags. You need some style mate…" Sirius exclaimed and tossed the bottoms to one side with a disgusted expression on his face. He rummaged again in the trunk and cautiously withdrew, dangling from one finger, a very cheap and old pair of y-fronts. "And I will not have you wearing these. Boxers are the only way to go Harry, my boy. Imagine the embarrassment of having a gush of wind up your robes and these…these…atrocities exposed to the wizarding public. No, we'll have to go shopping. Start on those missed birthdays and get you some decent gear!"
"Er…Sirius? You can't exactly…you know…and what about money? I mean…the Potter vault has plenty in it…but I don't want to squander that on…" he trailed off, feeling much embarrassed, especially as Remus had stopped unpacking books to listen.
"Ah, yes. Well, to put it bluntly. I'm loaded. And it's main purpose it to spoil you with. And then there's the hunks of cash from the main Potter vault intended to aid in our 'care' of you." He said and screwed up his nose as he thought of the rich little snots he had known, but reassured himself with the thought, Harry wasn't like that, no matter how much he spoiled him.
"Very true. And now the Order, which you're not meant to know about, has been reformed…well, there's certain rewards for the 'risks' we go through." Remus explained humbly and looked down.
Harry nodded, not liking this financial topic and so changed it. "You seem to know a lot about 'fashion', Sirius…" and left the question open ended.
"Ah…well, I liked to think I was a bit of alright in the fashion department back in my day. Knew what to wear, had a pretty good do on me…" Sirius explained and shrugged.
"He was a right dandy." Remus said and laughed. "Wouldn't be seen dead in any of your dad's clothes. Or mine. And his hair! Never touched the hair…oh no. Fate worse than death, that was."
"Aw, come on. I wasn't that bad. But the bit about James' clothes is true. Horrible fashion sense…erg." Sirius said and laughed. He stood up and looked into the mirror. "What do you think Harry? Have I got a chance…all these boyish good looks and charms?" Sirius asked.
Harry just laughed at him as he preened himself in the mirror. Remus watched him and snorted.
"Oh yeah…all that boyishness, you'll have all the 13 year olds falling at your feet." He jibed.
"Oi. Watch it you. Mr Professorness Sir. I bet all the little firsties had a crush on you…"
"Shut up dog breath. I was their teacher…no one fancies their teacher." Remus retorted.
Harry laughed at the pair and added, "Actually, half the girls in our year all fancied you a bit. They all wanted to take care of you and bring you tea and tissues…you know, cos you always looked poorly." Harry said laughing. Remus went bright pink and Sirius set himself about laughing uproariously and Remus glared at him.
"Look. You. I seem to remember a certain black haired, blue eyed little kid who had a bit of a thing for Professor McGonagall." Remus said with a certain sense of victory, as Harry screwed up his face in disgust and Sirius flushed a hot red.
"Professor…McG…McGonagall….oh…oh…" Harry gasped and curled up on the floor trying to stop laughing.
As Sirius was much too embarrassed to do much else but sputter and stammer, and Remus and Harry were not quite getting enough oxygen from laughing to do anything, they had to out wait the hilarity before going back to their tasks. And even then Remus and Harry were indisposed to fits of giggling, particularly if they had looked at Sirius, who was slowly returning to a normal colour.
They eventually finished and Remus disappeared off to make tea. When that had been done and the three people in the cottage were quite full, they retired to the little living room and relaxed in peace together.
Harry in particular was thinking quite hard, with a pensive look on his face as he curled up in an armchair.
"What you thinking about Harry?" Sirius asked, from his stretched out position on the sofa.
"Just…stuff. I guess. Things that have happened, you know today and things…" he said.
"Like what?" this from Remus who was lying across another armchair, impossibly long legs draped over one arm.
"Things that're changing…or that I didn't expect."
"Oh?"
"And…and I wanted to ask about…my Mum and Dad…I mean, if you don't wanna answer…or…" he said quickly.
"It's alright Harry. It's ok to ask, I don't mind talking about them…I've gotten over what happened…moved on, whatever you like to call it. I only really have good memories…and I like to talk about those…" Sirius said. "I want you to ask…"
"I still miss them. I really, really do. I've been alone, we both have, for a very long time. But it will be nice to remember and share the memories…" Remus said quietly. "And you're so like him, you so very like James. But there's…huge, huge differences from what's happened to you…or the Dursley's…or whatever…but you're your own person…very much so…" he added, not entirely composed but then…
"And that…things…like that. I keep finding things out I totally didn't expect from you!" Harry said, sitting up.
"I think there's some things we have to explain, right Harry? You're confused by this completely new situation and you don't quite understand how to act or what to expect?" Sirius asked. Harry nodded slowly.
"Harry, I want you to understand that this is more than a promise to your father…yes, we did promise him. He knew he was in danger, all of you, and he asked us both, to take care of you should anything happen to he and Lily. But this is more than our duty to him…we care about you, Harry Potter. Not the son of James…there's a lot more to it." Remus explained, sitting forwards and imploring with his hands.
"And I think that's thrown you as well…you know I am your godfather, it's written in both James and Lily's wills, but so is Remus', it's just not allowed by the Ministry. James asked us both. It's hard for people to understand the…bond, I suppose…we shared. More than friends. More like brothers, arguments and all. So that's how it was all planned, Uncle Moony and Uncle Padfoot. But you know what happened to that. And I think that what we, myself for sure, want to try and get to being…a family."
"Me too." Remus said, nodding fervently. "I'm sorry I've never told you, I was as good as your godfather as well…it wasn't the right time for anyone…"
Harry nodded his understanding and sat back into his chair, thinking, again.
The room fell silent and three occupants sat in a comfortable silence, reflecting on the latest revelations of the night.