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No beta, don't own Harry Potter either, dissatisfying, I know.
Harry's POV
Grownups are weird.
Like, it's like they don't know I can see them. That's what I'd been thinking all throughout dinner tonight.
Across from me sat uncle Sirius and uncle Remus, trying very hard not to look like they were touching each other.
Now I'm not stupid (uncle Remus said I was actually really smart for my age), so what were they doing?
I watched Padfoot lightly brush up against uncle Remus again. Uncle Remus turning a little pink in response.
I repeat my earlier statement. Grownups are weird.
"So...I wanted to ask you guys something." Sabine said, leaning over her plate to look at my uncles.
"Shoot." Uncle Sirius encouraged, still chewing his bangers 'in mash. Moony gently hushed him about talking with his mouth full before Sabine continued.
"I was wondering if maybe, we take the kids out for a bit of trick or treating this year!" She exclaimed, jazz hands out.
The room when very quiet. Uncle Remus grabbed Padfoot's hand like a vice.
Sabine's smile wavered, looking slightly disconcerted. "Or we don't have to do that! We could dress up at home! Get some candies and-"
"That sounds lovely." Moony's voice came out a bit strangled, like one of miss Figgs cats when he accidentally stepped on its tail.
I looked at uncle Sirius, his face, happy go lucky a second before, had dulled, turning the color of old portage.
"We um...*cough*. It's just hard. Halloween is a very hard time of year for us. People...our best friends passed on at around this time." Uncle Remus explained, looking over at me sadly.
It dawned on me. He must be talking about my mum and dad.
Oh
I didn't know that much about them. Don't get me wrong, Moony and Padfoot always answered all the questions I had. But they always looked so sad, and I didn't like making them sad, so I stopped asking.
"I am so sorry, I...I can only imagine what that's like for you."
I looked down at the table. What it was like for me? I didn't know them. But... I still missed them, in a weird sort of way.
Like when you see someone else with a mars bar and now you want one. It's like that.
"Is that like uncle Reggie?" Athena asked suddenly, her voice very soft.
Sabine whipped around to look at her, incredulous. "You remember him?" She asked.
"Um... a little. Like, his face, a-and his laughter, how rough his hands were." She looked down shyly, something I'd never seen her do.
"Reggie?" Uncle Sirius asked, seemingly shaken from his stupor.
"Yes, an old friend of mine. Helped me out a lot when theny was a baby. He... also died, mid January." She rushed out, trying very hard not to make eye contact.
"Right..., I'm sorry of your loss." There was a piercing silence.
"Maybe taking the kids trick or treating is for the best, I don't...Halloween will be a very hard night for us. It's best if he's not here." Uncle Remus said finally, taking a shaky breath and trying really hard not to look at me.
"Of course, take all the time you need." Sabine's voice was soft and warm, she reached over and gave each of their hands a squeeze. Athena hugged me close.
Remus's POV
I sat in the slouchy chair in the kitchen, watching with hollow eyes as Harry and Athena chattered excitedly.
It was Halloween night, by far the worst night of my life. Every year i would drink myself into a stupor, wake up face down on the stairs or laying on the floor doused in whiskey.
But this year I had Sirius. I would still drink, but I wouldn't wallow as much, theoretically.
A sweet giggle cut over my thoughts. Harry and Athena where chasing each other around the kitchen table, laughing and shouting all the way.
He looked so much like James...
He hadn't started wearing glasses until fourth year. We'd teased him about it for weeks after he had gotten them.
My eyes misted a little, but I stopped myself. I couldn't cry, not yet.
Sabine walked into the room, laughing at "the duo" (as we started calling them) 's antics.
She was dressed as a witch, something Sirius had found hysterical when she'd shown him. The cheap black dress, exaggerated pointy hat, and muggle broom reminded me to my own trick or treating as a child.
Harry's costume consisted as a old white sheet with eye holes and a drawn on mouth. He'd been dead set on being a ghost ever since Sirius had started telling him about nearly-headless nick.
Prongslet also liked the pranks we told him, spending the rest of the day hiding here and there and jumping out at people.
Athena (to no one's surprise) wanted to be a dragon. She'd spent days coloring cardboard box's to make her costume.
The result was a large box with a hole in the middle for her waist, held up by suspenders, with little wings and a cardboard tail to match. She'd even mad a helmet, Sabine letting her paint a pair of old gloves to look like gloves.
I'd been worried Harry might be jealous, but he loved his ghost costume. He and Athena were never closer.
What was he thinking? I wondered, staring at this little boy, my cub.
Both me and Sirius had agreed that Harry was far to young to stay with us on Halloween, the pain was still to fresh.
But still...
Sirius walked in just then, dressed in the loosest pants he owned and a large t-shirt. He looked, angelic. Like how the a river (while polluted) can still be breath taking.
I stood. "Okay kiddos, you ready?!" Sabine asked, looked over at us as she asked.
"Yes!!" Both cubs squealed.
I gave her a firm nod. She returned it.
"Sabine told them to put on there shoes and stepped over to us. The seer looked ready to say something, but stopped herself.
She knew when this kind of pain felt like (sort of). She'd lost both her parents, Reggie (whoever that really was), she knew there was really nothing she could say.
"Remember them for who they were, not what happened to them." She said finally, resting a hand on each of our shoulders.
Then she pulled us into a group hug. We hugged back, and I felt small arms wrap around my legs, Harry's small face pressed into my thigh. Athena had Sirius around the hips and we stood like that for a long time.
When I finally did pull away, a wiped a tear from my cheek.
"Go on, go have fun! We'll be fine." I reassured, kneeling down to be on Harry's level. Sirius knelt to, arms open as he hugged both of us.
"I love you."
"We love you too cub"
And then, they were out the door.
Sirius's POV
It had been hours.
I sat on the floor, wine bottle in hand, back pressed agents the coffee table in the parlor.
Remus paced across from me. Smoking a cigarette and siping whiskey straight out the bottle.
I'd been talking for hours.
That had been what kept me sane in Azkaban all those years. People had always told me I liked the sound of my own voice a bit to much.
I would talk for days on end, rambling on and on. But not manically, I always talked calmly, like I was giving a lecture.
And I never talked to anyone in particular, I just talked.
About everything and anything, the walls, the weather, how badly the Chudley Cannons chances were of winning the World Cup. It gave me something to do.
So we stayed there. Me sitting and Remus pacing, me talking hours into the night, Moony listening and adding her and there.
We talked about the good times, we didn't laugh, but we smiled. We talked about the bad too. Words filled with grief and guilt poured out of me, filtered in and out of Moony.
That's how we got through it.
We did what we always did. I talked, he listened. Just the two of us. Remus and Sirius.
"I think I can sleep now." Remus finally cut in. I'd paused in whatever I'd been saying to take a swig.
"Okay."
"I've never been able to do that before."
"Me either."
He looked confused, but focused.
"Come up with me?"
Yes. I thing I could sleep tonight too. Tucked into Remus's side.
"Yes." I replied, followed my Moony up, leaving my own bottle behind.
Sabine's POV
We walked around every block in the neighborhood, collecting candy and laughing infectiously.
But towards the end of our third hour (it was only 9:30 so hush), Harry's feet started to drag.
Thinking he was tired, I offered to pick him up, it he declined, looking more sad then tired.
I walked us over to a fence next to a tree, Athena and Harry quickly climbing to sit on it.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Athena asked, beating me to it.
Harry looked even sadder, eyes glued to the ground below. When he spoke, it came out choked.
"I miss my mummy and daddy. B-but I don't know why!" He wailed, wrapping his arms around himself.
Before I could react, Athena was hugging him. Kissing his forehead like how I did to her. A small ball of pride filled my belly, my sister was truly an angel.
"It's okay 'arry! I miss my parents to sometimes! You don't have to know someone really well to miss them." Athena cooed, wiping Harry's snot and tears away with her sleeve.
That seemed to make the little boy feel better because he nodded and blew his nose into the corner of his sheet.
"Do you miss your parents?" The question sliced through my heart.
I wanted to tell him yes, that of course I missed my parents just like every good daughter should. But for some reason, I just couldn't lie to him.
Maybe it was the way he looked up at me, eyes wide and trusting. Maybe I was going soft. Whatever the case, I told him the truth.
"My parents and I...we weren't very close. They didn't like my magic and made me feel bad about it. So I think miss is the wrong word."
Harry nodded so I continued.
"I love my parents, very much. Even though they hurt me-"
"They hurt you?!" Harry yelped, eyes the size of dinner plates.
"Not like how the Dursleys hurt you, a different kind of hurt." I said quickly, which calmed him down a bit.
"So I still love them. But no, I don't miss them. But I do remember them, and I think that's all that matters."
"But I don't remember my parents." The little boy started to tear up so I pulled him and Athena into my lap.
"You don't have too remember rememberthem, you just have to remember you love them. That's what counts." I told him.
He thought about it a long time, and I realize he had fallen asleep in my lap.
Athena realize to, gentle slipping off my lap so I could carry him home. We walked, he hand in mine, my thought a million miles away.
Remember that you love them. Of Reggie, why did it have to be this way. Alone, now both of us are alone. Regulus a. Black...Black.
I trailed off, face worked hard into a look of deep concentration as we walked on.
No one's POV
The next morning, both Sirius and Remus woke to splitting headaches. But they were okay for the most part, and that's all that mattered.
They walked downstairs after a soft kiss. Sitting down to find Sabine all alone in the kitchen.
The seer looked nervous, fingers tapping out a complex rhythm on the wood table.
She looked up when the two men entered the room.
"I have something to tell you."
Remus and Sirius looked at each other. They had some thing to tell her to. A big, furry, something.
"So do we."
A pause sounded before both Remus and Sabine blurted out.
"I'm a werewolf!"
"I know what happened to Regulus Black!"
Silence, and then-
"What?!"
Hey y'all, two chapters in one week. WHAT:0
That is crazy for me!
Anyways, hope you enjoyed!