A few days after Harry woke up; he finally pestered his new guardians into letting him use his wheelchair around the house. He was going insane, all cooped up bed all day. He had always been active. Well excluding when Sirius……

'Don't think about that' Harry scolded himself. 'He's alive and well, don't think of before.'

Harry had found out that wheelchairs and stairs do not mix well after a failed attempt to get down the stairs. Right now he was nursing some bruises and hurt pride. He could still hear his godfather's bark-like laugh ringing in his ears after he checked to see if Harry was ok.

Harry began reading his book again, they should receive their school lists soon, but Harry was doing some 'extra' reading on the arts of defense. Plus, he had do something else than listen to Sirius and Remus in the next room bewitching his wheelchair to go up and down stairs with a command. He guessed it would kind of levitate. Since Harry had met Remus Lupin, he had always thought of him as a quiet spoken man, but about five minutes ago Harry had heard him let lose a series of curse words that could have turned the air blue. Harry had almost started laughing at the thought.

So far Grimwald Place had sucked. There was no one there to keep him company, well anyone his own age that is. There was Moony and Padfoot, they practically acted like teenagers, but it wasn't the same. He missed kids his own age. He missed his friends. What he really wanted to do is go visit the Burrow or something. He just had to get out of the house. No one but Headmaster Dumbledore had bothered to visit him. He wondered if his friends knew or cared.

"Hey Cub, good news." Sirius burst into the room, a big grin on his face.

"You finished the chair?" Harry had to laugh at his godfather's child-like enthusiasm.

"Nope, Moony is about as cooperative as you and Snape."

"Ha-ha, very funny Padfoot, now what's the good news?"

"Well Albus knows this wizard who now is a muggle doctor and he says he might be able to fix your back, or at least give you some feeling back to your legs, isn't that great?"

"Um……like do you mean a hospital?" Harry felt nervous, the last time he was there was when he was six years old and had fever of 105 degrees. He was so sick the Dusley's had no other choice. He hated it there though; it scared him badly, being all alone in that big white room.

"Yeah, a muggle hospital, that's what it is. Why the long face Pronglet?"

"Um, I just had a bad experience when I was younger. It's nothing though; I'm just being stupid as usual." Harry looked at his godfather's face as he said this, which he soon learned wasn't a good idea after nearly being smothered by his godfather in a form of a hug.

"I never want to hear you call yourself stupid ever again, you got that, ever, you are not stupid."

"Ok, now will you let go of me, I can't breathe," came Harry's muffled reply.

"Oh sorry bout' that."

Later, when Remus finally gave up one the chair, Sirius proposed they go to Muggle London and get Harry some proper cloths. He was still wearing the rags the Dusley's gave him.

Fifteen minutes later the threesome found themselves on the slightly crowded street. Harry declined Remuses offer to push his wheelchair, while Sirius in dog form posed as his service dog, with the harness and everything. (Service dogs help people with disabilities if you didn't know that already).

They went to a large department store where Harry who felt very uncomfortable with the looks he was getting, they were almost as bad as the 'Boy-Who-Lived' looks and handshakes, these looks however, were of pity. Harry and Remus picked out some cloths, mostly in dark colors, well except the bright orange shirt Padfoot insisted they get by standing still in front of the display, refusing to move in the slightest bit. It was actually a funny spectral to watch from afar. Padfoot, once outside, lifted his leg on a woman who made a rude comment to someone next to her about invalids. That caused Remus and Harry to laugh for a good 10 minutes.

Then, when they were winding down their shopping trip, Remus and Sirius both looked at each other once they spotted a store without a large flashy sign, just a small one that said 'Leather Goods Since 1967". They smiled and Padfoot led the way over to the door, and Remus held the door open for Harry and Sirius.

Inside the store, there were all kinds of handmade things, most of them were leather. Remus went over to the counter and rang a small bell. He turned and grinned at Harry once more before a man appeared out of a doorway next to the counter.

"May I help you?" The man had slightly gray hair, sea-foam green eyes and didn't smile at his would-be customers.

"Yes, I'm Remus Lupin, and I'm here to pick up an order I made three weeks ago."

"Ah, we just finished that yesterday, it's very nice." The man went back through the door and soon returned with a package.

The man unfolded the package, which really was a folded leather jacket. He turned it so they could see the front which was rather plain, then turned it to the back. What was on it caused Harry to gape openmouthed at his guardian; Padfoot let out a laugh-bark at his godson's reaction. The back of the jacket said in white embroidered letters, Marauders. The beneath it said, 'Pronglet.' With the black leather and white letters, this jacket sure was a work of art.

"Wwow, is that for me?" Harry stuttered.

"Who else do you know with the name Pronglet, son of Prongs?" Remus asked with a small laugh.

"Thanks, you really didn't have to do this for me though."

"Every Marauder must have a jacket, it's the rules. Padfoot and I still wear ours today, we wanted to surprise you, so we didn't show you ours." Remus paid the man, and the three exited the store. Harry, feeling happier than he had felt in a long time, wearing his jacket to ward off the cool summer breeze that came at night, felt like he finally had a family.