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Harry Potter and the Story of Secrets

Part 6

"Come on, it isn't cold," Remus said gently. He stood in the huge bath room. His hand tested the water from the tap that was slightly warm but no to warm for a kid. Harry on the other hand wasn't so sure. Aunt Petunia always hated giving him a bath. She would put cold water into the tub and make Harry sit there till she was done.

However, stream was rising from the tub, and Harry couldn't figure out why. The water had to be cold, didn't it? Remus watched Harry. He had a feeling that more had happened to Harry at the dratted muggle house than was let on. He suddenly got an idea.

Taking a purple colored bottle, he poured the concoction into the tub. The room was suddenly filled with the smell of pear and water lily. Remus smiled at Harry and beckoned him closer to the tub. If Remus was right, which most of the time he was, Harry had some rather bad memories of baths.

"I always did like bubbles," Remus smiled, "And the best place to enjoy them is in the tub,"

"Bubbles?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. Remus was amazed at how much the small gesture made him remember James.

"Yes, don't you want to take a bubble bath?" Remus asked. Harry thought for a moment. He had never had a bubble bath before. Heck, he hadn't even had a huge breakfast before either. Remus was nice too, so, Harry shrugged to himself and shinnied out of the pajama's.

Remus helped the child into the bath tub. Harry broke out into a wide grin and smiled up at Remus.

"This is so much cooler than Aunt Petunia's baths!" Harry cried.

"I be it is," Remus replied, he put Harry's dirty clothes into the hamper, then he went to the closet and pulled out a towel.

"Do you take baths alone?" Remus asked. Harry nodded.

"I'm six! I can do it, just leave the towel there," Harry said. Remus put the towel on the toilet cover and then left. He pulled the door shut behind him.

"So, how is he?" Sirius asked. Sirius had started to grow worried for Harry. Not for what Harry would be going through here, with him, but what he had all ready gone through.

"I think that it will be a while before he gets over the differences here and at that muggle house. You should have seen how scared he looked when I started the tap," Remus shook his head.

"How'd you get him in?" Sirius asked.

"I put some bubble bath in, he seemed to like and he hasn't had one before,"

"Oh, well, at least he's enjoying himself," Sirius sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"It will take time, Sirius. Harry isn't going to be cuddly with us right away, but he will grow too,"

"I know, but what if…what if I make a mistake? What if I do something that reminds him of those muggles? What if he runs away from me?"

Remus put his hand on Sirius' shoulder. He knew that Sirius took this job to heart. Sirius had always joked around, he made other laugh. No one had made him laugh till he had gone to Hogwarts and met James and Remus (and Peter, but that rat was out of the picture now). Sirius had told them about his muggle-hating parents and found that neither James nor Remus cared. As long as Sirius was happy with life, than they were.

"Sirius, I think that we need to show Harry what a real family is,"

"A real family…"

"Don't you remember….?"

He ran. He ran fast, not stopping to catch his breath, not bothering to stop. He had just gotten a humiliating howler from his mother. She had insulted his friends, and his house, she had made the Slytherins laugh at him. She had made Peter cower (which he often does but Mrs. Black could make anyone cower), she made Remus blanch white, almost as if he would be sick, she had made James go red about the face.

And now, she had made him cry. Sirius came to a stop by the maple tree, he wiped the tears angrily away and growled at himself. He couldn't remember a time when he had cried after one of his mothers tongue lashings. Not even after she had hit him; but he was now, and Sirius didn't know why.

He flopped to the ground and put his head in his hands. He shivered in anger now. How dare she! How dare she insult his friends like that! They were the best thing that had ever happened to him. It just wasn't fair.

"Hey, Padfoot, you all right?" it was Prongs, he came and sat down next to Sirius.

"Oh sure, I'm fine. Mum just insulted you guy's. She basically called you mud-bloods, and I hate her for it," Sirius said, a note of sadness had entered his tone.

"Sirius, you know as much as I do that we don't care about what you're Mum thinks," James said.

"I know, damn it, I know, but…it hurt, it hurt to hear those things being said,"

"I'm sorry, but she really doesn't understand what we got," James said.

"What have we got?"

"We got family!"

"Family….?"

"Yeah, the Marauder's are family, you'll always be loved and wanted by us!"

"All right, Prongs, all right…Family…" Sirius agreed.

"We need to actually show Harry what family actually is," Remus said.

"Yes, exactly what we need to do," Sirius sighed once more.

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Harry looked at the dark red dress in front of him. Sirius was holding it up for the boy to see, but a sinking feeling told him that he would have to answer a rather embarrassing question. Of course, that question just had to be…

"Why do I have to wear a dress?" Harry asked with a slight sneer on his cute little face, "I ain't a girl!"

"Not, Harry 'I'm not a girl'," Remus corrected.

"I know you're not a girl, but neither am I!" Harry cried out indignantly. Sirius snorted, and Remus glared at him.

"Harry, this isn't a dress, it's a robe," Sirius explained.

"Why do I have to wear that?"

"Because, all wizards and witches do," Remus said.

"I'm not a Wizard!" Harry explained. Remus and Sirius looked like they would be sick. Sirius groaned, this would take forever to explain.

"Are you going to blow chunks?" Harry asked.

"Er—no, Harry….have you ever done anything, anything that you couldn't explain?" Sirius asked. Harry thought for a moment, a frown coming to him.

"I once turned my Aunt's hair pink and purple, and one time, she cut my hair, and it was really bad, and it grew back in one night!" Harry said.

"That's magic, Harry, you did accidental magic," Remus smiled.

"But….magic doesn't exist!"

"You saw magic yesterday! Sirius fixed you glasses with his wand," Remus pointed out.

"And that tea pot floated and poured you're tea, all by itself," Sirius reminded the small boy.

"But, Uncle…"

"Dursley is an old fart! Remember! He's just telling you lies," Sirius interrupted.

"Then…am I a wizard?" Harry asked.

"You will be, one day you'll go to Hogwarts where you'll learn everything you need to become a wonderful wizard, now come on, let's get this on you and then we can go see Albus," Sirius said.

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Albus Dumbledore was weird, even by Wizarding standards, he had twinkling eyes, he wore robes of very bright colors, and he knew practically everything. He even talked in riddles half the time, but that was beside the point. To Harry, he was one of the neatest people he had ever met.

Currently, Sirius and Remus were talking to Professor Dumbledore, while Harry got free reign to look at everything in the office (but not to touch). He was looking at the red bird that sat on a gold pedestal. The Phoenix looked back at Harry and cooed at the little boy every now and then. Harry giggled at the bird and wondered about it. He had never seen such a bird in pet shops! Heck, he hadn't even seen a bird like this one either.

"So, he has an aversion to magic?" Albus asked.

"I'm not sure, really," Sirius replied.

"He seems to think that he may get into trouble if he does," Remus explained.

"Well, this isn't a problem, some children seem to think that they will. Muggle-borns especially," Albus leaned back in his chair.

"But, what are we supposed to do about it?" Sirius asked.

"Explain to him that magic is only something that special children do, and if he happens to do accidental magic, praise him for it," Albus smiled.

"Well, I could have read that in any Wizard Parent guides!" Sirius rolled his eyes.

"We just need to make the transition as easy and fun as possible," Remus said.

"In deed, he'll come around, sooner or later," Albus agreed.

Sirius nodded and got up; "Hey, Pronglet, want to go see the Quidditch pitch?" Sirius asked, bringing Harry's attention to him.

"What's..Quid—Er—whatever you call it?" Harry asked.

"What! You don't know about Quidditch?" Sirius asked, gasping in mock-surprise.

"Is that bad?"

"No, of course not, come on," Sirius laughed and held out his hand. The two left the office, all the while Sirius trying to explain all of the rather complicated rules of the wizarding game.

"Those two will be good for each other," Albus said.

"I know, Sirius missed Harry while he was in Azkaban," Remus agreed.

"Azkaban could have been avoided,"

"Fudge is an incompetent fool," Remus muttered, crossing his arms. Albus chuckled. Remus was always a bit protective of his friends. Which didn't help matter's if they were in trouble. However, Remus felt overly guilty when Sirius went to Azkaban. Remus wasn't able to protect his friend there, and the Ministry of Magic wouldn't listen to his petitions to get the innocent man out. Of course, who would listen to a registered Werewolf?

"I agree, but they (the people) voted for him," Albus shrugged.

"I didn't, neither did James, or Sirius and Lily, I'm not sure about Peter though; he didn't tell us," Remus shrugged.

"Ah, well, all we can do is hope for the best,"

"Yes, I guess that is all that we can do…" at the moment, Remus added to himself.

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Remus found Sirius and Harry down at the Quidditch shack; Harry was riding a very slow broom that only floated about two feet off the ground while Sirius stood to the side and cheered the child on. Harry looked over to Remus and waved.

"Sirius is teaching me to fly!" Harry squealed.

"Oh? Did he tell you to keep both hands on the shaft?" Remus asked with a small smile. Harry's face went slightly red but he dismissed the soft rebuke.

"Sirius say's that I'll make a good beater!"

"What about a chaser? James was a Chaser," Remus said.

"Oh, come on Moony! We all know that Beater is better than Chaser!" Sirius moaned.

"That dispute is between you and Prongs, but I always did like Seeker," Remus replied with a smirk.

"Oh no! not this again!" Sirius shook his head and rolled his eyes. This dispute had gone back long in the groups history and Sirius didn't want to get into another one. Though, he though, it may be fun, but he decided to spare Harry the talk.

"We need to go home now," Remus said.

"Do we have to?" Harry winged. Remus and Sirius smiled to each other than turned to the boy.

"It's almost lunch time and we have a surprise for you," Remus grinned.

"A surprise?" Harry asked, he hopped from the broom.

"Yes, now let's put that broom up and we can go," Sirius said.

It didn't take them long to put the broom up and use an unused fireplace (specially connected to their own floo at the house) for them to get back home. There, Remus made some bacon and cheese sandwiches, and they all ate in the living room. Harry made special pains to not get crumbs all over the place. Sirius and Remus decided to ignore this habit, and talked to each other about what position was better. Remus also took up Prongs defense of the Chaser position as well as his own on Seeker.

Harry sat quietly after he had finished his sandwich; he wasn't expecting more, but he did want more. Remus saw him eyeing the plate of sandwiches; He inclined his head towards Sirius. They kept their conversation going, but Sirius deposited three sandwiches onto Harry's plate. Harry gasp in delight and dug in, this time not caring about the mess he made (he didn't make a big one). Sirius smiled and Remus, who returned with a smile of their own.

"So, Harry, are you ready for you're surprise?" Sirius winked.

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A/N – Happy Thanks Giving day everyone! I hope you all enjoy all the marvelous food!