Chapter Nine B

"Ron and Hermione!"

"Harry, are you feeling alright?"

"Of course! Just listening to you two sent me back to my first couple years in school with the arguing duo, especially when they liked each other and avoided that issue."

His godfather fell from his seat in uncontrollable laughter. Remus raised a brow, trying to fight back his laughter. "I can see Sirius being compared to your friends but not me."

Osiris tried to smother his laughter, making snorting sounds. He tried to sound serious and keep their subject on track, succeeding with the next two words, "I'm sorry."

Both males immediately sobered. If they weren't sure that Osiris was Harry Potter, the defeated look on the Mage's face would have convinced them of the returned saviour. "Harry?"

Shadowed emerald eyes refused to look up, "I spent ten years suffering for things I had no control over."

Sirius was ready to explode but Remus not only restrained him but shook his head. The werewolf wanted to hear this. And surprisingly, so did Sirius. Both males agreed , silently, that Harry needed to unburden himself as well as start the road for recovery and to heal the right caused by his disappearance. And for the first time, he willingly told the whole story without blemishes or skipping parts, he opened his mouth to began.

Osiris never noticed as he reverted to being the wizard he almost forgot for ten years. Harry Potter, mind already deep within his hazy memories he had always wanted to forget. "My first couple memories of my relatives, until I began school, were of being neglected. Aunt Petunia would spend enough time to change my diapers, clothes and quick sponge baths. I never knew my whole name until school. That's also when I got my first taste of pain. I had questioned about my parents."

Slightly shuddering, emerald eyes glazed over with oncoming memories. "My aunt began screaming at my uncle that I was talking the forbidden. He punched me and said my parents were dead. That 'both were rotten, no good freaks that deserved it and I should be grateful they were willing to raise me.' I heard the argument all my life."

Sirius grew angry, ready to become the dangerous man everybody had said he was while he had been on the run. Thankfully, Remus kept a steady grip, though he was fighting his werewolf instincts.

"Excuse me." Abruptly Osiris fled the sitting room for the bathroom. Too many emotions and the Mage instincts needed control, so he fled.

While he hid, the two older wizards fought to gain control when a steady knocking interrupted. Remus opened the portrait to see Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy. "Snape, Malfoy."

The dark haired professor grimly nodded, "I've brought the first cup of Wolfsbane."

Sirius blinked, "Remus! You're not a werewolf anymore. You don't need that bastard's help!"

The Malfoy heir frowned even though his professor smirked. Remus was quick to interfere, "I want to be safe. Even with the promise of being an animagus, how can I be sure the wolf can be controlled?"

Before anyone could answer, Osiris stepped back into the room. He wasn't surprised to see the smoking goblet. Instantly he understood, "Better safe then sorry. Although to avoid any other complications, I'd see She-Demon. Also, I'm quite sure the werewolf clan could use that potion. The council will be less stressful in controlling the transformations. Think about it, Professor Snape."

Then ignoring the others, the Mage plopped down in his chair. A slight tremor was visible in the rattling tea cup. Not caring who else listened, "Do I continue?"