Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything else that might belong to anyone else which I might accidentally mention. This does not apply to hot glue or small paper products for reasons made obvious by a highly complicated mathematical formula that my cat explained to me sometime around two a.m. last night. I'd go into detail, but she swore me to secrecy.

On a side note this story will contain slash of the Remus-Sirius variety, mostly because I think that they work well together and it's kinda necessary for the plot. This won't be a major feature in the story, and there will be no lemon scenes between them for more reasons than I care to go into, but it will be there. So if this makes you uncomfortable, I suggest that you stop reading now. Otherwise, on with the story...

Chapter Three

Malfoy Manor was humongous. Harry hadn't even realized he'd had a height complex until he was standing outside the parlor doors...then WHAM!...total insignificance.

"So..." Draco drawled. "Do you like it?"

"I feel short," Harry blurted out. "I mean really short! How tall are those doors? Eight, twelve feet? Is everything here gigantic? Maybe I should carry around a ladder with me so I can reach the top of the tables. Or is there some sort of drink that you eat...I mean drink...or was it the cake that you drank...I mean ate...I like mushrooms..." Harry finally petered off. Draco had his face buried in a pillow, shoulders shaking. The adults were staring at him with looks of complete confusion and the beginnings of amusement. Finally, Harry collected himself enough to add. "What I meant to say was 'I like it very much, thank you.'"

Which set Draco off into another bout of laughter.

"Draco," Lucius said mildly, still smiling, "once you're done, perhaps you'd like to show Harry to his room? Dinner will be held at 8."

Harry's room was directly across from Draco's, and-as one would expect from a bedroom in Malfoy Manor-lavishly furnished. It was decorated in tasteful blues and greens with a large desk, a larger wardrobe, and a bed so big that Harry would have to swim through the coverlets to reach the center of it. There were two doors: one to a bathroom with a swimming pool for a tub ("Well that's alarming," Harry said to the small rubber mouse in his duffle bag. "I never learned how to swim.") and one to a terrace with a magnificent ocean view. "They seem determined to drown me, Rumples."

Draco watched Harry's exploration with growing curiosity. "Who's Rumples?"

Harry reached into his bag and pulled out a small gray squeak toy. With the air of someone introducing a head of state, Harry Potter held out his first friend in the palm of his hand for inspection by his second. "Draco, I would like to introduce you to Rumples the Rubber Mouse. Rumples, this is Draco Malfoy."

Predictably, one of his guardians took it as an opportunity to show off, and Rumples squeaked smartly and bowed. "Loki, stop possessing Rumples!"

Draco grinned. "I take it Rumples doesn't normally bow of his own accord."

"Not usually, no."

"May I?" Draco was fascinated by the simple muggle object, even though it was technically below a 'Malfoy's dignity.' He particularly liked the squeaky noises. He stood studying Rumples for over an hour while Harry settled into his room and dressed for dinner until...

"Draco, it's 7:30."

"Bloody Hell!"

Dinner looked like it was intended to be a formal affair, since it was set around a large table with expensive looking decorations. There were three strangers already seated by the time Harry and Draco entered. On Lucius right was a beautiful blond woman with blue eyes. She was obviously Draco's mother, Narcissa Malfoy.

The other two were men. One was delicate looking and light haired with a gentle demeanor and honey colored eyes. The other was an extraordinarily handsome man with black hair and blue eyes. He could hear Ate's gleeful whisper in the back of his mind, Puppies!

Their eyes widened in recognition as soon as they saw him, and before he knew it he was nearly suffocated by the two men. "Harry!" "We thought we would never find you!"

Lucius interrupted smoothly. "Harry, may I introduce your godfathers, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin?" He said, indicating the brunette and the brown-haired man respectively.

Remus was smiling widely. "We've been looking for you ever since you disappeared. I hope we didn't crush you or anything..." he added sheepishly.

Sirius was grinning like a giant puppy. "Of course not! I bet he's built just like Jamie! That man could fall down ten flights of stairs and walk away with a paper cut!"

Harry blinked. He was confused, and he wasn't sure whether it was due to his recently reduced oxygen supply or something else, but he could have sworn Lucius had claimed he had godfathers. "If I had godfathers, then why was I sent to live with the Dursleys?" he asked.

Everyone seemed to stop suddenly. It was Severus who answered. "By all rights, legal custody of you should have been transferred to your godfathers upon your parents' deaths. The fact that you ended up at the Dursleys remains a complete mystery to everyone but the person who put you there, as does the reasoning behind it. At the least, it was a breach in legality. At the most, it was tantamount to abduction."

Harry looked up at his newly discovered Godfathers. "So I should have been with you all this time?"

"Yes," Sirius said. Remus just nodded.

"I think I'll call Odin after dinner."

Over dinner, Harry found out several interesting facts about his new godfathers:

1. Remus was a werewolf. 2. Werewolves mated for life. 3. Sirius was Remus's mate. 4. Sirius taught Charms at Hogwarts ("I forbid you from making any more bad puns about your position while we are eating dinner, Black!" Snape warned after the thirteenth 'charming' joke. "And I forbid you from making any jokes using the word position," Remus added.) 5. Remus taught Ancient Runes. ("You're such a nerd, Moony," Sirius said affectionately. "I seem to recall you admiring that aspect when I was helping you with your homework."), and 6. They were leaving as soon as dinner was over to legalize adoption papers to make sure Harry couldn't be stolen from them again.

"You do want to be adopted, don't you?" Remus asked nervously.

In the space of little over an hour, Harry had come to like the both of his godfathers immensely and the mere thought of going back to the Dursleys made him want to cry. "Of course I want to be adopted! I've only spent an hour with you two, and I already like you both much better than I ever liked the Dursleys!" They didn't need to know that their competition for his affections resembled moldy buckets of lard and a badly drawn stick figure. After all there was no reason to make them think they were getting off easy...

Severus Snape openly sneered at the two men when they looked like they were about to cry with joy. "If you're so pleased to be adopting the boy then may I suggest that you hurry up with it before whoever absconded with him in the first place sees fit to interfere with your attempt to gain custody over him? And for Merlin's sake stop that infernal sniffling before I lose my dinner!"

Narcissa smiled. "Ah, Severus, trust you to see the light side of the situation."

"Why, mother, was that sarcasm?" Draco looked surprised.

Sirius was frowning, however. "I hate to admit it, but I think Sev's right. We do need to hurry."

Remus screamed, clutching his heart. "It's the seventh sign of the apocalypse!" Even Severus looked surprised, but just as they were flooing out he recovered enough to snap, "Don't call me Sev!"

Lucius turned to Harry afterward. "Now, I believe you mentioned something about contacting Odin?" he asked.

Harry nodded. "He knows everything. Whether he's willing to tell it or not may be an entirely different story though, but most of the time it depends on how or when you ask the question. For instance, he refused to tell me anything about how my parents were killed until after Hagrid came to pick me up from the Dursleys."

"And do you think he will be adverse to any of us asking questions?"

Harry shrugged, already concentrating on calling the All-Father to him. "I don't see why he would." Odin appeared sitting on the large plush couch in front of the fireplace.

"I see your circumstances have drastically improved, my son," he said kindly.

"The Malfoy's have been very kind to me," Harry agreed. "Who left me at the Dursleys, Odin?" Harry had never been very good at small talk.

"I can't tell you that, Harry."

"You can't tell me his name, or you can't tell me his identity?"

Odin smiled. "If you already know the answers to my questions, Harry, then why do you bother with the asking of them?"

"I like the idea that I'm right," Harry answered. "So does this man have an obsession with sweets, a long white beard, and a homicidal goddess named Ate after him? If you can't answer yes directly you can just wink at me."

Odin scowled at his charge good-naturedly. "You know very well that I haven't been able to wink since before you were even dreamed of, but yes, you insolent whelp, you are correct."

"If I may," Lucius asked, " what possible motive could Albus Dumbledore have had for leaving Harry in the care of his...muggle relations?"

"There were several," Odin answered vaguely. "None of them are justifiable, and none of them can be told to you directly or indirectly by me at this time." He turned to Harry and pinned his one-eyed gaze on the boy. "I will speak with Ate about her impulse control around the man, but you must understand that her motives are entirely honorable. Were it up to us, the man would be in the deepest parts of Hades with Voldemort suffering the worst punishments imaginable."

Harry blinked.

I'd like to thank everyone for all of the reviews I have received, and if it seems like there's a delay of a few chapters before I implement your suggestions...there is. It's mostly because I won't publish a chapter until I have the next chapter already written. That way I know where I'm going, and everyone is assured that I won't abruptly stop writing for no apparent reason. (This is of course barring finals week at the University, during which I plan to be half insane with studying, and anything I write will probably come out as inaccurate Spanish...sorry.)

Night-Owl123: Thank you. I'm writing as fast as I can with a cat attacking my keyboard (moves Snow's paw away from the mouse for the umpteenth time). –Gives out brownie-

Lady FoxFire: Actually, I forgot about Celtic mythology. I'm just more familiar with the Norse mythology, mainly because I'm a fan of Mickey Zucker Reichert's books. Thanks to your post, I've now incorporated some of Celtic myth into a major plot point. (Oooohhh...foreshadowing...) -Gives out brownie-

blubb-blubb: Thanks for the links. These should come in handy, and don't worry about the cliché Draco-Ron bit. Ron's just not that prominent of a character. He's comedic relief rather than school yard rival. –Gives out brownie-