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A/N: I HAVE MY NEW LAPTOP! AND MERRY CHRISTMAS! X

Chapter Fourteen

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Remus swept his hair from his eyes and groaned down at the paperwork before him. Once upon a time, he'd be able to mark a student's paper blindfolded, but now it was feeling more like a chore. He didn't like doing it alone, preferring to do it with Sirius so that the other man could loudly critique something, from the student's handwriting, to their sheer lack of knowledge on the subject or even their name.

Not that he'd ever do it during lessons, but it did make it awkward when Remus had to call on said student, and Sirius' taunts rang in his ear.

Still, marking homework during his free period before lunch was never something he was going to enjoy.

As if by some miracle, his floo flared green, indicating an incoming call. Setting his quill aside, he went over to the fireplace and grinned to see Sirius' head bobbing there. "You can't be in trouble yet, I've only been gone a few hours."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "I was just wondering what your plans were for the full moon this month? Are the boys staying here or do you think it'd be better to ask Andromeda to watch them for the weekend?"

Remus' shoulders slumped. "Can we not talk about this later?"

"Of course! I just saw it marked on the calendar and thought I'd ask before I forget."

Remus cocked an eyebrow. "And ...?"

"And Draco asked and I wasn't sure what to tell him."

Ah, there it was.

"Is he afraid of me or something?"

"No, I just think he doesn't know how we managed in the past and doesn't know what to expect now." He paused, pensively. "I can only imagine many a run-in with Greyback didn't help."

Remus shook his head, repressing a shudder. Was Draco afraid of him or was he just reading too much into it? Either way, it twisted his stomach. "Do you think I should go up and talk to him?"

Sirius shrugged, "You can try, but he's with Harry at the moment."

Remus' eyebrows shot up. "What? When did that happen?"

"About .. oh, an hour ago? I gave Harry his dinner and then he insisted it was Draco's turn to read him a story."

Grinning, Remus headed for the door. "Come on, I want to see this!"

Sirius chuckled and followed. Casting a muffling charm on the stairs, they went up to the second floor and crept along the corridor, almost like they were teenagers in Hogwarts again. The door eased open; inside Harry was sitting up against his pillows, his eyes wide open as he watched Draco intently. Said blonde was perched in the rocking chair Sirius usually sat in, one leg cocked over the other, a large book open in his lap. His gaze was focused on the page before him, but every so often at Harry's exclamation, his mouth twitched into an almost-smile.

It was the smallest movement, but it was a stark difference to when Draco had first came to them.

Remus turned away from the door, and motioned for Sirius to head back downstairs.

"I'm amazed," he admitted, flicking his wand at the kettle and setting two mugs on the counter. "Draco was really against being here at all."

"I know. He still doesn't talk about it all, though."

Remus frowned, "I don't expect he'll want to."

"It'd be for his own good," Sirius stressed.

"I'm aware, Paddy, but how often were you emotional at his age? Not a whole lot, if I remember rightly."

Sirius pulled a face.

"Besides, you should be enjoying the peace and quiet while it lasts," he continued. "Before long, Harry's going to remember certain things and that's going to be a minefield all on its own."

Raking a hand through his curls, Sirius nodded. "I know. It's been killing me. I just ... I don't know what I'm going to say to him."

Remus placed a hand on his friends shoulder, wanting to smooth out the fine lines around his eyes. "We'll think of something when the time comes. Just let him be a kid for once. He didn't get it before."

Somewhere above them, they heard a door close, floorboards creaking, and then another door open and close. Draco had gone to his own room.

"I'll pop in on him in about an hour, see if he's settled."

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At 8 o'clock Sirius eased the door open and peaked into Harry's room. The soft glowing lights shone in the shape of stars and moons across his ceiling. It was calming to look at and Sirius hoped it gave Harry some comfort if he ever woke up in the middle of the night. The small bed was situated across from the window so that the toddler didn't catch a chill when winter came. The curtains were drawn and the fire in the grate was crackling happily behind a barrier charm.

Harry was lying sprawled in his bed, like a starfish, his mop of black hair sticking up in all directions. He was sleeping, his chest rising slowly. His blue and red pyjamas depicting "Spiderman" were cute and quickly getting too small for him. One of the things Sirius was glad he could do for his godson, was to feed him three proper meals a day. None of this 'begging for scraps' shite like those muggles had forced upon him.

Harry huffed and shifted over in bed, curling up into the pillow, Hootie tucked snuggly against his chest.

He was just so cute.

Unable to stop himself, Sirius ran his fingers through Harry's hair and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I wish you didn't have to grow up so fast," he murmured, resting his forehead against the toddler's.

Leaving the room, he pulled the door to and retreated back to his own room. Remus was there, bathed in the glow of the floating orbs as he rocked a sniveling Teddy against his chest. The baby's hair was flashing between red and blue and his face was flushed an ugly pink were he was quietly crying.

"Hey now, what's this?" Sirius asked, casting a Muffliato charm at the door.

Remus shook his head, bouncing with every step as he tried to calm his son. "I'm not sure, he just seems upset."

"Have you checked him for everything?"

"Of course I have," Remus ground out through clenched teeth.

Sirius came up behind his friend and rested a firm hand on his shoulder, "Hey now, don't snap at me."

"Sorry. Maybe he can smell wolf."

Sirius frowned, "Is that possible?"

"I've no clue, Sirius!" Remus hissed. "All I know is that my son is crying his lungs out and I can't calm him down!"

"Give him here." Remus stopped, his eyes flashing gold in the soft light. At Sirius' insistence, he handed over his son. Settling Teddy against his chest, Sirius glanced at his friend, "Now lie down on the bed and take off your shirt."

Hesitantly, Remus did as he was told, tugging his t-shirt off over his head. Sitting propped up on the bed, he watched with a confused frown, as the curly-haired man laid Teddy on the end of the bed, his thrashing, chubby limbs being freed from his onesie. Finally, in just his diaper, Teddy was lifted ever-so-gently from the blanket and gently eased down onto Remus' chest. Teddy wriggled and choked a little, but after a few moments his breathing calmed down a little and his small hand curled around a wisp of chest hair.

The steady thumping of Remus' heart soothed him.

Startled gold eyes looked up at Sirius, "How did you know to do that?"

Sirius shrugged with a small self-satisfied smirk on his lips. "It worked with Harry a few times in July."

Remus gently rubbed circles across Teddy's back. "You make this all so much easier."

"All what?" Sirius asked, unfastening his waistcoat. Since the weather was getting a little cooler, his wizarding attire was more comfortable to wear.

"Being a single dad," Remus sighed, his eyes staring off into the distance. "I never thought this would happen, being a dad, let alone having to go it alone."

Perching on the edge of the bed, Sirius rested a hand on Remus' shoulder. "I know, Remmy."

"What would our friends say?"

Sirius snorted lightly. "James would have tried to turn the rugrats into super-spies. Whereas Lily ... Oh Lily ... She would have been everyone's mum."

"Even Draco's?"

"She would have mothered him worse than Molly Weasley."

They lapsed into silence. Teddy snoozed gently. Once Sirius was changed for the night, he lifted Teddy up as carefully as he could, clothed him and settled him down in his cot. With a flick of his wand, the cot started to rock gently from side-to-side. As he climbed into the bed, the floating orbs dimmed down. The wind whistled down the chimney and made the hairs on his arms stand up on end.

He was drifting off to sleep when Remus nudged him with his foot.

"Sirius?"

"Mm?"

"Can you do something for me this weekend?"

"Sure. Whassit?"

"Can we look into converting the basement?"

"To what?"

"Into a potion's lab. For Draco."

"Why's we need a lab?"

Remus bit down on his bottom lip. "Sirius ... What do you think about letting Draco brew my wolfsbane potion?"

Cracking his eyelids open, Sirius frowned at the golden-eyed man across from him. Even in the dimmed light, his eyes were more wolf than usual. The moon was right around he corner. They wouldn't have time for Draco to brew a batch this time. However ...

"Do you really trust him to do that for you?" Sirius asked, propping himself up on his elbow.

"I do. Not to mention, from what I've heard, he's still an impeccable genius when it comes to potion-making."

Sirius grinned through the darkness. "It'll take another month or so to sort the place out but ... dear Merlin, I love that idea!"

Remus Squeezed Sirius' arm across the mattress. "I think it'll be good for him."

"I'll get started first thing tomorrow," Sirius yawned, shifting onto his back. "Then we can set the boy up with something worth his time."

~0~

"What in Merlin's name are you doing down here?"

Sirius whipped around mid-step, the music warbling through the air as his eyes focused on Draco standing in the doorway to the basement. He was hunched over, wearing a fitted navy blue sweat with a cowl that framed his pointy chin and made him look almost ethereal with how pale he appeared.

"I was wondering where you'd gotten to!" Sirius beamed, sending the broom in his hand to sweep wandlessly around the room. "Did you miss me, kiddo?"

Draco frowned at him, his grey eyes sharp and intense. "Why would I do such a stupid thing?"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Well if you're here to help me clear this dump out, I'm grateful."

Draco wrinkled his nose. "What are you doing down here?" he repeated, taking the steps down into the cellar.

"We are cleaning."

"We?"

"Draco!"

Spinning around, arms crossed over his chest, Draco came face-to-face with Potter. He was dressed up in the most hideous bright green jumpsuit with a bandanna tied around his head.

"Have you come to help us clean?"

"No. What -of course not! Why would I clean this place?"

"Well, Daddy says we have to clean our rooms otherwise we don't get ice cream and and and ... Daddy says this is your room so ... that means you got to clean it."

"What?" Draco shot a look at Sirius. "What the hell is he gabbing about?"

"It was going to be a surprise," the older man stated, before directing a look at his godson. "See Harry? You spoiled the surprise."

"No I DIDN'T!" the toddler stamped his foot, his fists clutching at his mini-broomstick. "I said it's his room!"

Sirius sighed before kneeling down to the toddler's height. "Okay," he placated. "But don't say anymore okay?" He pressed a finger to his lips, eyebrows raised in warning.

Potter mirrored his actions before grinning and hurrying off into a corner to start whacking his broom at a cobweb filled with dead doxies.

Sirius chuckled at his antics before Draco rounded on him again. "Care to explain what you're playing at?" he sneered through gritted teeth.

Unphased, Sirius cocked an eyebrow. "Go on. Talk to me like that again and I'll treat you how I treat Harry when he gets into a mood."

Thrown off-guard, Draco asked, "What?"

"Tell him, pup."

"Daddy puts me on the naughty step for a while until I say sorry," Potter stated

Draco snorted, "You're hardly going to manage to put me on the naughty step."

Chuckling, Sirius drew himself to his full height. "Please give me a reason, Draco. Give me a reason to try."

The teenager saw the wicked gleam in his cousin's eye, and for the first time in ages felt a pang of dread shoot through him. Curling his lip into a sneer, he huffed and turned away. To his dismay he was left staring at Potter as he crouched down and swept the flagstone floor. He'd only come down for a sandwich and now he was in a stuffy basement with only a small window letting in light from ground level, with Potter and his mad cousin.

"So what is this for?"

"It was Remus' idea," Sirius said, "It's a surprise. So grab a broom and get sweeping."

"I don't want to sweep!"

"It's okay Draco!" Potter chimed. "I can show you how to do it. Daddy showed me two days ago. I'm really good at it, aren't I Daddy?"

"Yes, pup, you're incredible. The best sweeper in the world!"

The beaming smile that Potter shot Sirius' way, was enough to make Draco's heart clench. When was the last time his father had said he'd done a good job? He was jolted out of his thoughts when something tapped at his hands; glancing down he saw Potter with another broom in his hand and was offering it up to Draco.

"Come on Draco! We have to clean!"

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Daddy says we get cake if we do good."

His grin was infectious. Draco found himself smiling and he felt a little lighter compared to when he woke up that morning. Grabbing the broom, he listlessly started scraping it across the floor. He felt the weight of Sirius' gaze on the back of his neck, but he ignored it as the floor was cleared of dust, debris and cobwebs. Next up was to wash the walls down as well as the floor; Draco couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a mop and he knew he'd never held one before. While he mopped, Sirius and Potter scrubbed at the walls, several other sponges levitated to mimic their movements across the room as they went.

It took a good few hours and by the time they were done and had to leave the room to air-dry, Draco had damp patches everywhere and was starving. When he came down to the kitchen after changing, lunch was already on the table and Potter was munching on a sandwich, his chin barely reaching above the table.

"Was wondering where you got to," Sirius said as he set two more plates of sandwiches on the table, sitting across from Draco.

"I had to change into something dry." He picked at his sandwich for a moment. "Where's Lupin? Isn't it meant to be your day teaching?"

"Since it's the full moon later this week, Remus wants to get most of his lessons out of the way."

"You'll be teaching most of next week then?" Draco frowned. "What about Potter?"

"I'm sure you'll all manage just fine. Give it a day or two, Remus will be back on his feet to help."

"So you'll want me to help Potter?"

"I'm sure you can make eggs on toast," Sirius grinned. "Besides, it'll only be for a few days."

Draco pulled a face but didn't say anything else. Potter's wide green eyes darted from one man to the other, before he attacked his sandwich again, grinning around every mouthful.

When lunch was over, Sirius asked if Draco wanted to help finish clearing the basement but he declined. "I'll wash the dishes and go and do some studying," the blonde teen said with a shrug.

Sirius frowned; it would have been so easy for him to scourgify the dishes but Draco didn't like he was in the mood."Is there something on your mind, Draco?"

"No I'm fine," he replied tightly, rolled the sleeves of his jumper up as the sink filled.

"Do you have a problem with Remus?"

A dish clattered as he tensed. "Why would I have a problem with living in a house with a werewolf?" he asked through clenched teeth.

"He's perfectly safe!" Draco tried to say something, but the words were lodged in his throat. His jaw simply wouldn't unclench and his head was swimming. A chair scraped back and a firm hand rested on his shoulder. The warm, solid pillar of Sirius was leaning close behind him. "You're safe too, Draco," he squeezed, "I wouldn't let anything happen to either of you. You and Harry are safe, as long as you stay inside. I can help take care of Remus."

"What about Teddy?"

"Andromeda will look after Teddy, just like last time." A tremor ran down Draco's spine and coiled in his stomach, like a lead snake. As if sensing his tension, Sirius pulled him another step back and hugged him from behind. "It will be fine Draco, but if you're really uncomfortable with it ..."

"What?"

"Why don't we invite Hermione and Ron over to keep you two company? I'm sure they'd like to see Harry again."

Draco rolled his eyes and shrugged Sirius off of him, "Thanks but I'd rather not suffer through them again. If they want to come and babysit, let them."

Sirius let his hands fall away. "Well," he said, defeated. "Alright then."

Draco focused his attention on washing the dishes. He almost broke a few with how hard he was handling them. At some point Sirius had whisked Potter away and into the cellar. If he stopped scrubbing, he could hear them clattering about in there but wasn't curious enough to go and have a look. He didn't want to look, he didn't care. It took him another hour to finish with the dishes and scrubbing down the counters and table before heading back up to his room.

~0~

Friday evening was fast approaching and Draco was getting his bearings after having fallen asleep. Ancient Runes rarely sent him off to sleep. He supposed he was over-doing it a little bit with all the studying, racing to get all his assignments written to the best he possibly could. Getting rid of the kinks in his muscles, he raked his hand through his hair and stretched. It was already 6pm and the sky would be completely dark soon. His insides twisted as he descended the stairs to the living room.

A fire crackled in the grate and Draco stopped short in the doorway at the sight of Hermione and Ron sat on the sofa. They glanced up at him as he entered.

"To what do I owe the displeasure of your company?" he asked, still feeling too tired to inject the right amount of disdain into his words.

The two Gryffindor's shared a look before Hermione said, "We got here a little early. Sirius said he was just giving Harry a bath before he makes his dinner."

"Right," he said. "Well I'll just leave you lot to it."

"You don't need to go, Draco."

Her words made him tense up. It felt wrong to hear his name fall from her mouth. "All the same, you two want to spend time with Potter, whereas I don't."

Weasley, who had been sitting there, tense and quiet, on the sofa let out a long sigh, "I told you, 'Mione. He can't be bothered to slum it with us so leave him to it."

"Ron!" she hissed, shooting him a glare. Returning her gaze to Draco she inclined her head to the sofa opposite. "Come on, Draco. I'm sure Harry would like your company."

He eyed the two of them. "All the same, I'd rather not."

He turned on his heel and walked across the hallway to the kitchen. Remus was nowhere in sight and Sirius was holding a freshly bathed Potter astride his hip. When he saw Draco, he sighed with relief and practically launched the toddler into the blonde's arms. "Sorry, Draco, just hold him for a second, I need to just dish his food up."

Draco grimaced as he attempted to adjust his grip on the toddler, who didn't seem bothered. If anything clung onto Draco's jumper and dropped his head onto the blonde's shoulder. It was totally unnecessary and awkward. What would happen when Potter got older and remembered all of this? That he was clinging onto his school nemesis?

"Where's Remus?"

"He's resting out in the conservatory for now. Don't worry, the house is warded and he can't get through in his wolf-form," Sirius raked a hand through his hair. "Just make sure Harry doesn't go near the windows. Take him through into the living room and I'll bring his dinner."

Draco frowned at the brat in his arms before sighing loudly. "Fine," he ground out, turning on is heel and marching out of the kitchen.

The two Gryffindors' heads snapped up when he barge into the room and plonked Potter down on the sofa opposite them. "There you are, scarhead, time to play with your friends." Looking up at Granger and Weasley he said, "If you need me I'll be upstairs."

"Draco-"

"Oh let him go Hermione," Weasley said. "It's not like we need the ferret hanging around when we want to spent time with Harry."

Granger swiveled around to admonish the redhead but Draco cut across her. "See Granger? You'll be fine."

He turned and made for the door. Hopefully he could escape and hide away before Sirius came in with Potter's dinner.

"NO!"

All three heads turned to see Potter standing up on the sofa, his feet sinking into the plush cushions and his little hands clenched into fists. The air around him crackled, small blue and green sparks running through his hair and around his pyjamas. There seemed to be a rush of air that ruffled his hair and clothing. His eyes gleamed bright green as he glared up at them.

Draco released his grip on the doorknob.

"Okay," he held up his hands to show Potter that he wasn't leaving.

"Harry why don't you let Draco study and we can watch a movie, hmm?" Hermione said in a soft voice, crouching down a little so she was more level with the toddler.

"NO!" he shouted again. "Draco can't go!"

Rolling his eyes, the blonde walked away from the door, "Look, I won't leave. Now settle down so Sirius can come in with your dinner."

The toddler narrowed his eyes but the crackling in the air subsided, placated for now. Sirius chose that moment to open the door and saunter into the room levitating two trays; one with Harry's dinner of chicken nuggets, potatoes and green beans, and the other holding a plate of biscuits, chocolates and popcorn for the others. Sensing the tension in the room, he cocked a dark eyebrow.

"What's going on here?"

"Nothing," Draco replied tightly. "I was just trying to leave. Potter got a little pis -er -peed off with me."

Sirius frowned and levitated the trays to the coffee table. Pulling the footstool closer, he took Potter's hands in his own and tugged him gently until the toddler awkwardly sat down on the edge of his seat. "Now, pup, what's all this I hear about you raising your voice?"

Potter ducked his head, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Now, Hermione and Ron have come all the way here to see you. Do you think it's nice for them to see you getting angry and shouting?"

More silence. Draco felt a twinge in his chest, almost like he wanted to defend Potter.

"Now," Sirius continued. "Remus and I are going to be away tonight. Draco and his friends are going to look after you."

Draco scoffed at the same time as Weasley. He glared at the redhead.

"I want you in bed with brushed teeth by seven o'clock, okay mister?"

Potter nodded his head, his bottom lip jutting out.

"Come give me a hug before I go."

Potter practically dove against Sirius' chest, burrowing into the folds of his shirt and mumbling so that only Sirius could hear. The man pressed a kiss to Potter's head and mumbled back, before easing Potter back on the sofa and ruffling his hair. "Be a good boy, pup."

"I'm always good!"

Sirius grinned, lingering for a moment longer, before finally standing up and stretching his back. Turning to the three teenagers he furrowed his brow. "If there's any issues, send a patronus out into the garden. It's how we used to take shifts with Remus during school." Casting one last look at Potter digging into his chicken nuggets, his shoulders sagged. "Try not to keep him up too late," was all he said, before he left the room. His footsteps echoed down the hall towards the back door. It opened and closed and then there was silence.

It stretched on, thick and heavy, while Potter made as much noise as possible eating by himself. It was Hermione who stepped in and broke the awkwardness; "Shall we put a movie on, Harry?"

"Yes please!"

"Which one would you like? Do you want to watch a Disney film?" He nodded, his cheeks swollen with half-chewed beans. "What's your favourite?"

"Winnie the Pooh!"

Draco watched, unable to hide his fascination, as Hermione hunted around for a strange flat shiny object and slotted it into a space below the television. Weasley was frowning, although he didn't look as confused as Draco felt.

'Ah that's right,' Draco thought. 'His father works with muggle rubbish in the Ministry.'

Although, even he had to admit that not all muggle technology was rubbish or bad. Manual light switches? Dreadful and an absurd waste of time! Movies that you could rewind and play back without feeling nauseated? Genius! Not that he would ever admit it to anyone.

Potter crawled up onto the sofa, wedging himself on Hermione's other wise. Weasley draped an arm around the shoulders of his girlfriend. Draco watched with a twisting inside his chest; it looked ever so cosy and familial and couldn't help but wonder what his life would be like if he had friends who cared enough. Potter's clearly cared. As the 'movie' began, Draco tried to leave as stealthily as possible. Potter's head spun around and his eyes went wide.

"Draco where're you going?"

"To my room."

"No! It just started!" the brat whined.

Hermione and Weasley glanced up at him, watching him for his reaction. He didn't have any fight left in him. "Fine. Mind if I join?" he directed his glare at the couple, half-heartedly daring them to object. Weasley rolled his eyes, but Hermione shifted further into his chest and wriggled Potter along with her.

Potter beamed up at him as he settled into the tight space between Potter and the armrest. "Can you see?" he cocked an eyebrow at the toddler, who continued to smile up at him, his head leaning sideways to rest on Draco's shoulder.

"Yeah I can."

"Good."

Leaning back a little, just in case, Draco turned his attention to the movie. He couldn't understand the relevance of the fat yellow bear or what the obsession with honey was -and yes the grammatical errors made him want to burn his eyes out -but it had a innocent little charm to it. It almost made him long for his stuffed dragon that he had when he was a child.

By the end of the movie, Potter was still leaning lazily against him but he was fast asleep, his jaw slack and his head tilted at an awkward angle.

"Oh dear, I hadn't realised he'd nodded off," Hermione whispered, keeping her voice low. "Do you want us to help you put him to bed?"

"No it's alright. I'm sure I can manage."

Hermione looked at him for a moment, before smiling and nodding. "Okay, we'll use the floo once you've taken him up. Don't want to risk waking him."

Draco gave them both an awkward nod before turning his attention to Potter. It was a bit of a struggle lifting the toddler up and he wasn't sure how he managed it, but soon he was clutching the puny Potter against his chest, his arms and legs wrapped loosely around Draco for support. He staggered to the top of the staircase and was just about to walk into Potter's bedroom when he heard the distant sound of the floo, indicating that the other two had left.

He supposed it hadn't been a dreadful evening, just awkward.

Potter settled down into his kid-sized bed with ease, the safety rail magically sliding up into place as soon as his head touched the pillow. He leaned over and made sure Hootie was near enough for Potter to cuddle with during the night. The curtains were open, letting the pale moonlight shine in, illuminating just how small and frail Potter was as a child.

Yet, he'd defeated the Dark Lord whilst in nappies. It was incredible.

A flicker of movement from the garden below caught Draco's eye. Leaning over to the window, he pressed his hands against the glass and peered out; bathed in the moonlight, a larger than life grey werewolf loped around the garden, it's long, skinny limbs moving seamlessly as it was chased by a shaggy black dog less than half its size. They snapped their jaws playfully at each other, the dog jumping up and over the wolf, and even took turns into submitting, their paws in the air, before immediately returning to their game.

Draco had never seen a werewolf be playful before. One little potion did that? One potion was the difference between a blood-sucking monster like Greyback and a docile creature as Remus?

Potter turned in his sleep, grasping out for Hootie and whimpering a little. Draco passed the toy to the toddler, hesitated, and then gently stroked his hair until the little crease between Harry's brows smoothed out.

"You're safe here, Potter," he murmured, his eyes glancing out the window to see the dog lean up on its hind legs to lick at the wolf's muzzle. "You're safe here with us. I promise."

A/N: I hope you all liked this chapter, I made it a little longer than normal to make up for my absence. Due to health issues and laptop issues updates have been slow lately, but I'm almost 100% better, I think, and I have a new laptop so yey!

I hope you all had a lovely Christmas!