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Triumvirate of Power.
Harry watched calmly as his parents ate. He had had a long time to think about what had happened, and he had realised that he had over-reacted a bit about what had happened. Of course, it was understandable because of the circumstances they had been in, but he knew he had to forgive them by now. He didn't notice that his parents were looking at him until his father's warm words filled the silent room.
"Harry, are you alright? You're very quiet."
The teen looked up and smiled slightly. "I'm fine, Dad, just a bit tired. I just travelled over twenty hours to get here, and I haven't had the chance to rest yet. I guess it's starting to catch up with me."
His mother looked at him alarmed. "Twenty hours? Have you gone insane, Harry?"
The younger wizard sighed and shook his head. "I needed to get here, Mum, I can rest when I get to Hogwarts."
But his words were lost as his mother stood up and firmly grabbed his muscled arm. "Oh, no, you don't, you're going up to bed right now, young man." Harry made to answer but the words never crossed his lips as his mother yanked him out of his seat and started to drag him out of the living room. "No arguing either."
Harry looked back towards his father but he just shook his head at Harry with a small smile on his lips. He was not going to interfere when his wife was in mother-hen mode. For an instant, Dragon considered shaking the hand loss from his arm, but after a few seconds of consideration, he desisted. It was not worth it, and he might hurt his mother or the baby without meaning to. Sighing, he allowed himself to be pushed into a room, thinking that Gryffin and Phoenix would have to wait another few hours for him to get to Hogwarts.
Looking around the room, he was surprised at the sight that met his eyes. He had been expecting a guest room, but what he found was much different. The room had obviously made with great care; it was done in Gryffindor colours, even if the red was toned down so that it wouldn't hurt his eyes. There were lots of pictures placed along several surfaces, and as Harry walked closer, he saw that they were mostly of him and of his two best friends, of Sirius and Remus, and even one or two of Lily and James. At one side of the room was a large bed covered with golden pillows and a few stuffed animals that made him smile slightly. At the end of the bed stood a trunk, which Harry guessed was empty since there were several drawers along one of the walls. There was a large crystal door that led to a large balcony and that allowed him to see the long green patches of land that extended after the house. He was just about to look at the things that had been placed on the table when his mother's soft voice drew his attention away from the room.
"Do you like the room, Harry?"
The boy nodded, looking a bit wistful at the bright room. "Yeah, it's a very beautiful room, are they all as nice as this one?"
When the answer didn't come he turned to watch his mother who had finally left the door and walked to his side. The woman placed a hand on his cheek. "No, Harry, this room is special."
The teen looked down at her intently. "Special?"
Lily nodded, a small, warm smile on her face. "We made this room especially for our first-born son."
Harry's eyes widened a bit. "You mean...?"
The teen didn't finish the sentence, his thoughts gone back to when his parents had told him he was not their son. The hurt he had felt then must have showed in his eyes, for his mother gently gathered him in a hug. "Yes, Harry, this is your room. James and I made it espcially for you, so that you would know that you always had a home with us, even if you don't want to live here, and also because you should know that you will always be our first one. No matter how many children James and I might have in the future, you will be our heir."
Harry smiled, a lot of his fears had been laid to rest with those simple words, and he allowed his body to relax into his mother's arms. Closing his tired eyes, he rested his head against her shoulder while his senses made out a second presence making his way to them. Knowing that it was his father who was approaching, Dragon didn't move, and soon, they were both pulled into a strong embrace.
After making sure that Harry got in bed without further trouble, Lily and James went back to the living room hand in hand, a peaceful feeling engulfing them. They reached the sunny room just in time to see Sirius stepping out of the fireplace. The other man smiled slightly at them as they approached.
The pair sat down in the couch and watched as Sirius joined them after making sure his robes were not dirty.
"What brings you here, Siri?"
The black-haired man looked towards his friend, a little unsure if he was doing the right thing. He had received Ron's call this morning, and he had been debating if he should warn the Potters or just wait for Harry to arrive. He could understand Ron's point of view; it certainly was Harry's right to decide if he wanted to see his parents or not. But on the other hand, Sirius wished to see them getting along again, and somehow he suspected that Harry wouldn't be the one to approach them, the teen had always been way too stubborn.
Sighing, and knowing that his decision had been made long ago, he leaned his head against his hands and looked at the pair in front of him.
"I got a firecall from Hogwarts a few minutes ago; Ron is already there, and Hermione and Harry are on their way, it won't take them long to arrive."
James and Lily shared a short look, before smiling softly. Lily snuggled in James's arms. "We know, Siri."
The man raised an eyebrow, obviously puzzled at that answer. "How do you know? Ron was very firm in his decision that it would be Harry's decision to contact you."
James laughed softly. "That's one loyal friend Harry has. As for how we knew, that's easy, Harry got here about an hour ago. He's upstairs sleeping."
Sirius' look of shock soon changed into a gentle smile as he realized that he had underestimated his godson once again. It seemed the teen was willing to risk it again, and the tall man couldn't help but feel proud of him. It must not have been easy for the teen.
Harry woke up to an insistent voice whispering in his mind. Without opening his eyes, he tiredly acknowledged the familiar voice. It couldn't have been more than two hours since his parents had ushered him to his room, and he felt even more tired than he had before.
'Dragon!'
'Phoenix, I was sleeping; what's wrong?'
There was a long silence from the other side of the link, and Harry was about to surrender to sleep once again when the girl's voice spoke again. 'Sorry for waking you, Dragon, but we were getting worried; we thought you would get to Hogwarts sooner. But of course, we understand that you had to rest; it's a long trip.'
The teen sighed. 'For your information, I'm at Hogsmeade right now, Phoenix.' He paused for a minute, unsure of how he should continue. The in a softer voice, he added. 'There was someone I needed to meet.'
The girl must have realised what he was talking about for he felt warmth and understanding spread through their link. 'Is everything alright?'
Dragon thought about it for a moment. 'I'm not sure, Phoenix, we haven't had much chance to talk; I was too tired so I just ate, and then was ordered up to bed.'
The girl couldn't help but laugh at the tone of voice her friend had used; it was like he couldn't believe that someone had ordered him to do something as trivial as sleeping. In a teasing tone of voice, she gently prodded him. 'You must have been really tired to have listened to that, Dragon.'
The teen just grumbled a bit under his breath, letting the small sense of annoyance to flow through the link while he got more comfortable in his bed. 'Maybe I was tired, so?'
The girl laughed out loud at the petulant voice coming from Harry, making the people sitting around her in the Gryffindor common room look at her curiously. 'Nothing Dragon, nothing. I guess you'll be at Hogwarts by tomorrow?'
Shrugging, the teen nodded his head. 'I guess so; I will need to talk to my parents but that probably can wait until we're there. And now, if you don't mind, I'm going back to sleep unless you want me to fall asleep on you.'
The girl laughed softly again. 'By all means, go back to your beauty sleep. We'll talk tomorrow.'
Harry barely heard those last words, already on the edge of sleep, and when nothing else bothered him, he finally surrendered to the gentle blackness.
To be continued...
A/N: Thanks for all reviews. And thanks to Vinnie for her beta-reading and to Leena for her help.
Triumvirate of Power.
Harry watched calmly as his parents ate. He had had a long time to think about what had happened, and he had realised that he had over-reacted a bit about what had happened. Of course, it was understandable because of the circumstances they had been in, but he knew he had to forgive them by now. He didn't notice that his parents were looking at him until his father's warm words filled the silent room.
"Harry, are you alright? You're very quiet."
The teen looked up and smiled slightly. "I'm fine, Dad, just a bit tired. I just travelled over twenty hours to get here, and I haven't had the chance to rest yet. I guess it's starting to catch up with me."
His mother looked at him alarmed. "Twenty hours? Have you gone insane, Harry?"
The younger wizard sighed and shook his head. "I needed to get here, Mum, I can rest when I get to Hogwarts."
But his words were lost as his mother stood up and firmly grabbed his muscled arm. "Oh, no, you don't, you're going up to bed right now, young man." Harry made to answer but the words never crossed his lips as his mother yanked him out of his seat and started to drag him out of the living room. "No arguing either."
Harry looked back towards his father but he just shook his head at Harry with a small smile on his lips. He was not going to interfere when his wife was in mother-hen mode. For an instant, Dragon considered shaking the hand loss from his arm, but after a few seconds of consideration, he desisted. It was not worth it, and he might hurt his mother or the baby without meaning to. Sighing, he allowed himself to be pushed into a room, thinking that Gryffin and Phoenix would have to wait another few hours for him to get to Hogwarts.
Looking around the room, he was surprised at the sight that met his eyes. He had been expecting a guest room, but what he found was much different. The room had obviously made with great care; it was done in Gryffindor colours, even if the red was toned down so that it wouldn't hurt his eyes. There were lots of pictures placed along several surfaces, and as Harry walked closer, he saw that they were mostly of him and of his two best friends, of Sirius and Remus, and even one or two of Lily and James. At one side of the room was a large bed covered with golden pillows and a few stuffed animals that made him smile slightly. At the end of the bed stood a trunk, which Harry guessed was empty since there were several drawers along one of the walls. There was a large crystal door that led to a large balcony and that allowed him to see the long green patches of land that extended after the house. He was just about to look at the things that had been placed on the table when his mother's soft voice drew his attention away from the room.
"Do you like the room, Harry?"
The boy nodded, looking a bit wistful at the bright room. "Yeah, it's a very beautiful room, are they all as nice as this one?"
When the answer didn't come he turned to watch his mother who had finally left the door and walked to his side. The woman placed a hand on his cheek. "No, Harry, this room is special."
The teen looked down at her intently. "Special?"
Lily nodded, a small, warm smile on her face. "We made this room especially for our first-born son."
Harry's eyes widened a bit. "You mean...?"
The teen didn't finish the sentence, his thoughts gone back to when his parents had told him he was not their son. The hurt he had felt then must have showed in his eyes, for his mother gently gathered him in a hug. "Yes, Harry, this is your room. James and I made it espcially for you, so that you would know that you always had a home with us, even if you don't want to live here, and also because you should know that you will always be our first one. No matter how many children James and I might have in the future, you will be our heir."
Harry smiled, a lot of his fears had been laid to rest with those simple words, and he allowed his body to relax into his mother's arms. Closing his tired eyes, he rested his head against her shoulder while his senses made out a second presence making his way to them. Knowing that it was his father who was approaching, Dragon didn't move, and soon, they were both pulled into a strong embrace.
After making sure that Harry got in bed without further trouble, Lily and James went back to the living room hand in hand, a peaceful feeling engulfing them. They reached the sunny room just in time to see Sirius stepping out of the fireplace. The other man smiled slightly at them as they approached.
The pair sat down in the couch and watched as Sirius joined them after making sure his robes were not dirty.
"What brings you here, Siri?"
The black-haired man looked towards his friend, a little unsure if he was doing the right thing. He had received Ron's call this morning, and he had been debating if he should warn the Potters or just wait for Harry to arrive. He could understand Ron's point of view; it certainly was Harry's right to decide if he wanted to see his parents or not. But on the other hand, Sirius wished to see them getting along again, and somehow he suspected that Harry wouldn't be the one to approach them, the teen had always been way too stubborn.
Sighing, and knowing that his decision had been made long ago, he leaned his head against his hands and looked at the pair in front of him.
"I got a firecall from Hogwarts a few minutes ago; Ron is already there, and Hermione and Harry are on their way, it won't take them long to arrive."
James and Lily shared a short look, before smiling softly. Lily snuggled in James's arms. "We know, Siri."
The man raised an eyebrow, obviously puzzled at that answer. "How do you know? Ron was very firm in his decision that it would be Harry's decision to contact you."
James laughed softly. "That's one loyal friend Harry has. As for how we knew, that's easy, Harry got here about an hour ago. He's upstairs sleeping."
Sirius' look of shock soon changed into a gentle smile as he realized that he had underestimated his godson once again. It seemed the teen was willing to risk it again, and the tall man couldn't help but feel proud of him. It must not have been easy for the teen.
Harry woke up to an insistent voice whispering in his mind. Without opening his eyes, he tiredly acknowledged the familiar voice. It couldn't have been more than two hours since his parents had ushered him to his room, and he felt even more tired than he had before.
'Dragon!'
'Phoenix, I was sleeping; what's wrong?'
There was a long silence from the other side of the link, and Harry was about to surrender to sleep once again when the girl's voice spoke again. 'Sorry for waking you, Dragon, but we were getting worried; we thought you would get to Hogwarts sooner. But of course, we understand that you had to rest; it's a long trip.'
The teen sighed. 'For your information, I'm at Hogsmeade right now, Phoenix.' He paused for a minute, unsure of how he should continue. The in a softer voice, he added. 'There was someone I needed to meet.'
The girl must have realised what he was talking about for he felt warmth and understanding spread through their link. 'Is everything alright?'
Dragon thought about it for a moment. 'I'm not sure, Phoenix, we haven't had much chance to talk; I was too tired so I just ate, and then was ordered up to bed.'
The girl couldn't help but laugh at the tone of voice her friend had used; it was like he couldn't believe that someone had ordered him to do something as trivial as sleeping. In a teasing tone of voice, she gently prodded him. 'You must have been really tired to have listened to that, Dragon.'
The teen just grumbled a bit under his breath, letting the small sense of annoyance to flow through the link while he got more comfortable in his bed. 'Maybe I was tired, so?'
The girl laughed out loud at the petulant voice coming from Harry, making the people sitting around her in the Gryffindor common room look at her curiously. 'Nothing Dragon, nothing. I guess you'll be at Hogwarts by tomorrow?'
Shrugging, the teen nodded his head. 'I guess so; I will need to talk to my parents but that probably can wait until we're there. And now, if you don't mind, I'm going back to sleep unless you want me to fall asleep on you.'
The girl laughed softly again. 'By all means, go back to your beauty sleep. We'll talk tomorrow.'
Harry barely heard those last words, already on the edge of sleep, and when nothing else bothered him, he finally surrendered to the gentle blackness.
To be continued...
A/N: Thanks for all reviews. And thanks to Vinnie for her beta-reading and to Leena for her help.