A/N: Hey all! Here's chapter 3 of Raising Harry, and finally, some Harry-time! Enjoy!

Thank you so much to everyone who followed, favorite-ed, and reviewed! If I did not get back to your review, I apologize, I've been very busy. For the guest reviewer who asked about Snape...I'm not sure yet. He may show up, he may not. I'm still thinking about it.

There's another A/N on the bottom with some opinion questions, if you'd like to put in your two cents!


Sirius stopped in front of the house with the number four on it that matched every single other house on the street. "This is it?" he asked Remus.

"This is 4 Privet Drive. That's what it says on the papers from the goblins." Remus tucked the sheaf of parchment into his pocket and walked up to the door. Seeing that Sirius wasn't following, he turned around. "Come with me, Padfoot. He's your godson."

"I'm scared. What if he's happy there and wants to stay? What if he doesn't like us? What if – "

"What if we just go in and see? We'll be able to visit with him whenever we want. I'm sure the Dursleys will allow us to come over." Ringing the doorbell, the werewolf patted Sirius's shoulder. "Everything will be alright."

Or…maybe not.

"Harry is a lovely boy, we're happy to keep him," Petunia told Remus. "He's been through enough trauma over the past few months. Leave him with us, a family situation is much better than…whatever you men have set up."

Sirius tried to stand up, but Remus pushed him back down. "We have a home set up for a sixteen month old and can take him home immediately. I can't imagine it is easy to have two children under two years of age."

"Petunia manages as well as she can." Vernon looked over at his wife, who held their enormous son in her arms. "Even though the boy is a problem child, she has him well in hand."

"Speaking of Harry, where is he? I haven't seen him since his parents died," Sirius put in.

"In his room. He misbehaved this morning and he was punished." Petunia patted her brat's blonde hair. "Dudders here was so scared by the freakishness his cousin showed – "

"Freakishness? Freakishness?" Sirius jumped out of his chair and this time, Remus didn't move to stop him. "That's his magic, you – you ignorant Muggle. And if your lump of a son was traumatized so much, maybe he'll eat less and he can fit into clothes made for his age."

"Don't insult my Dudderkins!" The horse-like woman covered her son's ears. "He's sensitive!"

"Where's Harry?"

Vernon's piggy eyes glared at the dark haired wizard. "It's none of your business. He's ours, we get paid for him – "

"You're paid to take care of him?!" Sirius shouted.

Now Remus stood up, too, his fists clenched, amber bleeding into his green eyes. "Where is Harry Potter?"

"I told you – "

"Show me. Right now. You will not be happy if you don't." The werewolf pulled out his wand and pointed it at the giant Muggle. "Let's go. Show me."

"I – " Vernon looked at his wife, who nodded shakily. "Follow me."

Sirius and Remus followed him to the stairs, expecting to ascend. To their surprise, Vernon pulled open the door to the cupboard under the stairs. "Out, freak."

"Muggle – " Sirius growled.

That was when the tiny toddler crawled out of the cupboard. Harry's big green eyes met Sirius's gray ones. "Pafoo?"

"Hey, Prongslet." The man held out his hands to the boy, who immediately jumped into them. "Padfoot is here. No one's going to take you away now. You're going to come home with Moony and me."

"Mooey?"

Remus took the thin baby from Sirius's arms and cuddled him. "Yup, we're going to take you home with us. Now as for you two – "

"Who's giving you money to take care of Harry?" Sirius asked abruptly. "Tell us. Now."

"A – An old man. Long white beard. B – Bumdlebore?" Vernon stuttered out. Remus and Sirius exchanged a meaningful look. Here was the old man again, meddling where he wasn't supposed to. "He – he said that w-we would g-g-get m-m-m-m-money ev-v-very month."

"We're going to take care of that." The werewolf rested his hand on Harry's head, pressing it to his shoulder. It worried him that the cheerful child he'd seen just a few months ago was so quiet and sad. A child his age should be jumping out of his arms, not silently resting. "Where are his things?"

"We did not buy him anything. Why should we? He's not our brat," Petunia spat, entering the hallway.

Sirius glared at her with fiery eyes. "He is your nephew. Even if you hated Lily, he is still a child. How could you treat a child this way? You gave him no love, no care, you barely gave him a roof over his head. How do you look into your own son's eyes at night, knowing about the child sleeping downstairs?"

"I – "

"Padfoot." Remus removed his hand from Harry and lay it on his friend's shoulder. "Let's go."

"But Moony, they – "

"I know. We can come back another time. I want to take care of Harry first. His wellbeing is the priority, not revenge." Shooting the Muggles a murderous look, the man left the house with a loud pop! of Apparition.

Sirius stopped in the doorway before he left. "You're in for it now. Moony is much more bloodthirsty than I am, especially around full moon. If he wants to take care of Harry…" He paused for effect. "I would wish you luck, but that is my godson you hurt. I'll be joining him. Looking forward!"

Vernon and Petunia stared open-mouthed at the spot where the wizard had Disapparated for a very, very long time.

U_U

"First things first," Remus said, setting Harry on the couch in his flat, "We need to get you some clothes."

"Cose?" Harry looked up at him curiously, emerald eyes wide.

"Yes, you need clothes. Since those awful Muggles didn't buy you any, and it seems that no one thought to take any from your house, Sirius and I will need to purchase some." He patted Harry's thick black hair gently. "We can go shopping as soon as we finish lunch. Oh, hello, Sirius."

Sirius ran his fingers through his hair, setting his leather jacket on the couch. "Thanks for not telling me where we're Apparating to. I went to four different places before thinking to come here!"

"Where did you go?"

"Diagon Alley, James's and my – "

"Daddy?" Harry asked softly. "Where Daddy?"

Remus and Sirius turned sad eyes on the toddler. "Mommy and Daddy aren't coming home, Prongslet. You're with Moony and Padfoot now." Sirius wrapped his arms around his godson and squeezed him tightly. "We're never going to leave you. Never."

"'Kay."

"Now how does lunch sound?" Remus stood up from his crouch on the floor and turned to Sirius. "What do you want?"

"Which takeaway menus do we have?"

The werewolf rolled his eyes. "There is a child in the picture now. We can't have takeaway for every meal."

"Wait, you mean one of us will have to cook?!" Sirius stared at him in disbelief.

"Either that or we need an elf. One of the two," he replied. "You know what, what about a restaurant in London? We can purchase Muggle clothes and then go to Diagon Alley for any wizard wear or magical toys we need."

"I'm game with that! Come on, Prongslet! We're going to have an adventure." The man swept the toddler up in his arms, making him giggle.

A soft smile spread across Remus's scarred face. "Let's go, then."

A/N: I have the bare bones plot for this fic, but I'm conflicted on some things. This is a list:

1. Wolfstar - Aye or nay? I've never written slash, but I'm not averse to trying it out!

2. The Malfoys - I have some Black family stuff planned, but should the Malfoys be included or should we ignore them?

3. Weasleys - I've never been a big fan of the whole "Let's go meet the Weasleys, they have kids!" I find that to be ridiculous. I'm pretty sure that it said in the books that Molly and Arthur were not in the Order until the second war. But if enough people want to see them, I have a couple of ideas to bring them in.

Right now, that's it! But if there's anyone/thing else you want to see, leave a note! Feel free to answer some, none, or all of these questions!