Chapter 31
Harry Meets The Marauders

Author's Note: It is fitting I am publishing this chapter today, since Harry is meeting his Godfather in this chapter. Happy Father's Day to all Daddies and Godfathers!

This chapter begins during the middle of the meeting in the previous chapter.

Warning: Sexual Situations between Underage Characters (12+)


Saturday, January 2nd, 1993 – Late Afternoon

Harry was currently relaxing in his bed, completely naked. His hands were massaging Hermione's cat-ears, while his equally naked mate was bobbing her head up and down, as she gave him a blow-job. She was purring, causing her mouth to vibrate around Harry's penis, which was giving Harry much pleasure. One of Hermione's hands was around the stem of Harry's penis, while the other was cupped around her crotch, as she fingered herself. This had been going on for about the past five minutes.

Harry and Hermione had spent most of the late morning and afternoon in Dora's Quarters, as Dora helped teach Harry more Metamorphmagi talents and abilities. One of Dora's favorite pastimes as a Metamorph was changing her facial features to imitate animals, so for the first half of the lesson, Harry was learning this. Harry was able to successfully morph his face into Duckbills, dog snouts – and Hermione's favorite, though she admitted to be biased – the facial features of a cat, including whiskers and even the ears.

Dora also taught Harry how to create gills on his throat, which would allow him to breathe under water. During this process, Harry had to be in the bathtub. So Dora transfigured a pair of his boxers into swimming trousers, and he wore them – for privacy's sake – and spent about an hour practicing with gills. By the time they were finished with that part, Harry had been able to successfully remain underwater for ten minutes, using gills to breathe under the water. When Dora gave him advice to practice the talent for longer periods of time, perhaps in a lake or swimming pool. Harry bashfully admitted he couldn't swim. Hermione immediately offered to help him during the summer holidays, and Dora told them she was quite sure that there was a pool at Potter Manor. The young couple was quite pleased to hear that.

For the second half of the lesson, Harry had transformed into his feminine form, though he kept his own personality. Dora then taught him how to use his Metamorph abilities to mime various make-up and beauty techniques. Hermione was slightly jealous that Harry would be able to appear as if he was wearing makeup, without having to actually having to buy any.

Then, about half-an-hour ago, Headmistress McGonagall's house-elf had entered Dora's Quarters and told them that Dora's parents, as well as Remus Lupin and Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, had arrived.

Earlier that day, the house-elf gave them the news that Sirius had been found innocent by the Wizengamot, Severus Snape had been found guilty, and Albus Dumbledore had been cleared of every single one of the charges he had been accused of. This news had delayed the Metamorph training for about fifteen minutes, because Harry and Hermione were upset and ranting about the fact that Dumbledore had gotten away with the crimes against them. A while after they received that news, the house-elf returned and had informed them that Professor McGonagall had been named Hogwarts Headmistress. Harry and Hermione were quite happy about that news.

Dora had deduced that Sirius Black had likely come to Hogwarts, because he wanted to meet Harry. This made Harry very nervous. Seeing Harry was emotional, Hermione had whispered to him, suggesting he needed to calm down, and she had a good idea how to achieve that. Harry immediately accepted the offer, and had asked Dora to be excused. Dora accepted it, saying she wanted to go see her parents.

So while Dora headed to the Headmistress' office, Harry and Hermione returned to their Quarters, then to Harry's bedroom, where they were now. Harry couldn't say what Hermione was doing was actually calming his nerves, but he wasn't about to complain.

Harry's reverie about the day was broken when Hermione moaned around his penis, as she had an orgasm from playing with herself. Harry moaned too as he felt the pleasure rising in his crotch, and he whispered Hermione's name as his climax came. Hermione purred as she swallowed her reward. When she finished, she crawled up to Harry's side and laid her head on his chest. Harry grinned when Hermione began stroking his penis once again.

"Not finished?" Harry asked.

"Are your nerves calmed?" Hermione replied.

"If I said 'no', would you believe me?" Harry asked.

"Well, then I'll just have to try again," Hermione said.

She turned her head toward his, and kissed him softly on his lips as she continued stroking him. The young couple kissed until Harry was erect again. Then Hermione crawled atop Harry's body and hovered herself over Harry's crotch.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Harry asked; she hadn't rode him cowboy-style outside of when she was in heat, when the Neko had taken over during passion.

"I am helping you calm down," Hermione said, "Which wouldn't happen if you took over. Now relax."

Harry relaxed against his pillow and watched as his penis disappeared inside Hermione as she slowly made her descent onto him, wiggling her hips to ease her movements. She purred as he filled her up, and settled herself on his crotch.

Hermione hummed. "That feels lovely. How does it feel to you?"

"You're so warm and soft," Harry said, grinning.

Hermione smiled. "I'm just going to stay here for a moment to get used to it."

"Alright," Harry said, "Don't take too long. I imagine Professor – er – Headmistress McGonagall will be here soon with my godfather."

"And Mr. Lupin too maybe," Hermione said, "Didn't your father's letter said he and Mr. Lupin were friends too?"

"Referred to both Sirius and Remus as my 'Uncles'," Harry said.

"So they all felt like brothers, even if they weren't blood," Hermione said, nodding. "That's nice."

"You're nervous too, aren't you?" Harry asked.

Hermione stammered. "I – well, maybe, yeah. I suppose I am. I'm just... trying to be calm for you."

"You're worried how they'll react to your new... lifestyle," Harry said.

Hermione shrugged. "It's good practice, I suppose. I mean... we're nearly twenty-four hours away from the whole school finding out what I am."

"I know," Harry said. "Are you ready?"

"I will be," Hermione said.

"I'll be with you every step of the way," Harry said.

"I know," Hermione said, "Thank you."

"Anytime," Harry said, smiling.

Hermione smiled. Then she inhaled and exhaled, and pressed her knees into the bed, then slowly started ascending on Harry's penis. When only the tip was inside her, she then slowly sank down on him.

She purred loudly. "That feels really, really good."

"Yeah," Harry hummed.

"What are you so nervous about, Harry?" Hermione asked, as she slowly began riding him. "Tell me."

Harry shrugged. His focus was on their crotches, watching his penis disappear inside her.

"What if they don't like me?" Harry asked. "My Godfather and Mr. Lupin?"

"Harry, I have a good feeling they already love you," Hermione said, "They were your father's best friends, weren't they? I'm sure they saw you plenty of times as a baby, at least before you and your parents went to Godric's Hollow."

"I don't remember them," Harry said, frowning.

"I'm not surprised at all, Harry," Hermione said, "We rarely ever remember memories from when we were that young. What about the photo album Hagrid gave you? I bet their pictures are in it."

"I haven't looked at that in ages," Harry said. "It is in my trunk."

"Well, you should take it out so you can show it to your father's friends," Hermione said. "I'm sure they'll have loads of stories about your parents."

Harry smiled. "They will, won't they? I didn't think about that. Thanks."

She took his hands and placed them against her budding breasts. Harry palmed her nipples, and began massaging them. After a couple minutes of worshiping them, he moved one of his hands to her tail, and the other between their crotches. He stroked her tail and rubbed between her legs, causing her to moan in pleasure, and bounce harder and faster on him.

"God, Harry!" Hermione moaned, "So good!"

After about a minute, between the pleasure Harry's hands were giving her, and the way his penis was hitting her inner walls, Hermione had her second orgasm, yowling as she came around his penis. Harry was rather surprised when he didn't come too. He sat up and wrapped his hands around her back, and thrust into her a few times. Then, with a little difficulty, he turned them around until Hermione was laying on the bed, and he was on top of her.

"That was brilliant!" Hermione gasped, "Take me, Harry!"

Harry began thrusting in and out of her, her previous orgasm allowing him easy access. He leaned his head to hers and kissed her deeply. They continued to kiss as his movements continued. When he finished kissing her lips, he then kissed her chin and neck. Hermione stroked her tail with one hand, and one of her cat-ears with the other. A couple minutes later, Hermione yowled as she had yet another orgasm, and that was all Harry could take. He whispered her name into her ear as he came inside her. He slowly moved inside of her until he emptied himself, then pulled himself out, causing the lovers to whimper at the separation. Harry crawled up beside her and laid down, wrapping his arms around her.

"We're getting better at this, I think," Hermione said.

Harry chuckled. "I think so too."

"I can't believe that move you did, though," Hermione said, "flipping me over like that. I didn't think you'd be able to lift me up."

"Are you calling yourself fat?" Harry joked.

Hermione laughed out loud. "No, Harry! I'm just saying that was really surprising."

"Hey, I'm surprised too," Harry said, "I wasn't sure I'd be able to do that. Though I was able to lift you up during the first time you were in heat, when you were in the shower in the Hospital Wing."

"You're right," Hermione said, "I forgot about that. I'd say it has something to do with me being a Neko, and you being my Mate, but I saw nothing about it in the book. I haven't finished it yet, though, so maybe there is something I haven't gotten to yet. I really do need to read the rest! You've been distracting me, Harry!"

Harry grinned. "Sorry."

"No you're not," Hermione echoed the grin; then she sobered up, "Harry? How do you feel?"

Harry didn't need her to clarify. "More calm than I was before. I don't know if that was the – you know – sex, or if it was the discussion about my godfather."

"Maybe it was both," Hermione said.

"It was probably both," Harry said, chuckling.

They were suddenly interrupted by a soft cracking sound.

"Sasha?" Harry asked.

"Yes, sir," Sasha said, "I'm sorry for intruding, but Headmistress McGonagall informed me that she is on her way here with Mr. Black, and Professor Lupin. "

"'Professor Lupin'?" Harry asked.

"Remus Lupin is the new Transfiguration Professor," Sasha said.

"Oh, okay," Harry said.

"Headmistress McGonagall requests that you meet her outside the Quarters," Sasha said, "so you can give your guests temporary permission to enter."

"Alright," Harry said, "Estimated time of arrival?"

"Ten minutes, sir," Sasha said.

"Thank you, Sasha," Harry said, "You're excused."

Sasha vanished with a cracking sound.

"Suppose we better get up and get dressed," Harry said.

"Yep," Hermione said.

Harry pecked her on the cheeks then freed her from his grasp. The couple proceeded to dress themselves again, so they looked proper. Before they left the bedroom, Harry rummaged through his trunk and found the photo album. He then followed Hermione out into the Common Room. Hermione sat down on one of the sofas, and Harry left the Quarters and stepped into the corridor, to wait for Headmistress McGonagall, and his godfather and his new Professor.

He inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm himself down. He was about to meet two of his father's friends, for the first time in living memory. One of them was his Godfather. He thought about that title. Did it really mean anything now that he was Emancipated? If that hadn't happened, his Godfather would be his rightful guardian. He figured his Godfather had to be nicer than the Dursleys.

But what if that wasn't true? Even though the man was innocent, he had spent the past eleven years and change in Azkaban. He had asked Dora if she knew anything about Azkaban. Her reply was that it was described as Hell on Earth. She had never visited there, but she knew people who did. When they returned from a simple visit, they were pale and sick. Dora said it was because of Dementors and the general aura of Azkaban.

When Harry asked about Dementors, Dora had painted a grim verbal picture. Literal soul-sucking demons who not only could remove your soul, but also caused you to relive your worst memories and made the air quite chilly. Even if they didn't lose their souls, the prisoners were forced to be in the same vicinity of these monsters. If visitors became pale and sick from a few hours visiting there, how would someone be affected after being a prisoner there for eleven-plus years?

Only after a minute of waiting, Harry heard footsteps. He saw six people, two of whom he recognized. Along with Headmistress McGonagall and Dora, there were four others. Harry suddenly felt crowded as all six of them walked toward him. He swallowed nervously as they approached. He wondered which of them was his Godfather. Two of the men looked pale, and perhaps even a bit sickly, and one of them had what appeared to be fresh scratches on one of his cheeks.

"Merlin," one of the men said, "Amy was right. He looks just like James."

"Good afternoon, Harry," Headmistress McGonagall said, "Miss Tonks and her parents aren't coming in with us, but I thought I'd introduce her parents anyway. This is Ted and Andromeda Tonks. Or, as you'll call her in the future, Professor Tonks – she is your new Potions Mistress."

"Hi," Harry said, rather shyly.

"It is nice to see you again after so long, young man," Andromeda said, "Perhaps my daughter has told you that my husband and I knew you when you were a baby."

Harry nodded. She had mentioned that once. "It is nice to meet you, Professor."

"And these two gentlemen," McGonagall said, "Are Remus Lupin and your Godfather, Sirius Black. Remus is your new Transfiguration Professor."

"But you can call me Remus when we aren't in class," Remus said. "It is good to see you again, Harry."

Harry nodded. He looked at the darker-haired man, his Godfather, and found that the man was staring back at him.

"Hi," Harry said, shyly again.

His godfather smiled softly, but said nothing yet. Harry wondered if his godfather was as nervous as he was.

"Guess what, Harry?" Dora said, "You're going to see me a lot more now. I've been hired on as an apprentice to Remus."

"That's brilliant!" Harry said, grinning.

"Daughter, how about you show us to your Quarters?" Ted asked, "We'll leave Harry with Minerva, Remus and Sirius."

"I'll see you later, Harry," Dora said.

She winked and turned around, then led her parents back down the hall. Harry then turned to the Griffin statue, and requested temporary access for Headmistress McGonagall, his Godfather, and new Professor. The Griffin nodded.

"Do they know about Hermione, Headmistress?" Harry asked.

"Hermione?" Sirius asked; his curiosity seemed to win over his nerves, "Is that your girlfriend?"

Harry's Metamorph talents kept him from blushing, but he nodded shyly.

"They don't know her secret yet," McGonagall said, "But I can promise you she is in no danger."

"Secret?" Sirius asked.

"You'll see, Sirius," McGonagall said. "Lead us inside, Harry."

Harry nodded and led the adults into the room. Hermione was standing beside the sofa, and Harry walked over to her, and stood beside her, taking her hand. Sirius and Remus both looked quite shocked when they saw her.

"Hermione," Harry said, "This is my Godfather, Sirius Black, and our new Transfiguration Professor, Remus Lupin. Sirius, Remus, this is my best friend, girlfriend, and mate, Hermione Granger."

"It is nice to meet you, Hermione," Remus said, as he, Sirius and McGonagall moved across the room.

Instead of replying, Hermione shocked them all by hissing.

"Hermione?" Harry asked.

Hermione gasped and covered her mouth with her free hand. Sirius and Minerva looked alarmed. Remus merely looked curious.

"Are you okay, Hermione?" Harry asked.

Hermione lowered her hand, as tears came to her eyes. "I am so sorry! I didn't mean to do that."

"It is alright, Miss Granger," Remus said, "I believe I know what is wrong. I am going to take an educated guess and say that you are a Neko?"

"Y-yes, Professor," Hermione said.

"Please call me Remus outside of class," Remus said, "How long have you been a Neko? I can't imagine it has been for very long."

"One week," Hermione said, "Exactly a week. Long story."

"I'm sure it is, and perhaps an entertaining one," Remus said, smiling. "I am assuming you haven't learned everything about Nekos?"

"I've been reading a book about Nekos," Hermione said, "But I haven't read all of it."

"I believe you'll find that because you are more attuned to the behavior of a cat now," Remus said, "that you are not comfortable around canines." He glanced at Harry's godfather, "And maybe even canine Animagi. Sirius is an Animagus, he can change into a black dog that looks similar to that of the mythological creature known as a Grim. And I..."

He cleared his throat. "I am a werewolf."

There was a commanding silence in the room.

"Shall we all be seated then?" McGonagall asked.

Harry and Hermione sat down together on the nearby sofa. She was still grasping his hand. Meanwhile, the Headmistress sat down in a chair, while Sirius and Remus sat down on the other sofa.

"Well, Remus," Sirius said, "It seems you're not the only one with a furry little problem!"

Remus groaned. "Sirius..."

However, Harry and Hermione both started laughing out loud. Sirius grinned at their response, Remus' mouth twitched, and McGonagall merely sighed and shook her head.

"Your father, Harry," Remus said, "used to refer to my condition as a 'furry little problem'. I must say though, except for on the Full Moon each month, I pass as human. So I suppose I have it much easier than you, Hermione. Such an option is unavailable to you. But please know that I will be available if you wish to talk to me about it."

"Perhaps you're wondering why I have hired Remus, even though he is a werewolf," McGonagall said, "For starters, he was a student here, even with his condition. During each Full Moon he would be taken off the grounds where he would transform safely away from students. He will do the same now as a Professor. Albus was gracious enough to accept him into the school. While I did hire him because I believe he will be a wonderful Professor, I also hired him for another reason. It sends a message.

"When it is discovered by parents of students that he is a werewolf, Remus might want to resign from his position. However... I would not accept such a resignation."

Remus raised his eyebrows in McGonagall's direction. The Headmistress merely smiled.

"For one simple reason," McGonagall said, "Once it is discovered that I have allowed you, Miss Granger, to remain in this school, even with your condition, there will be complaints. But I will defend against those complaints, and say that Hogwarts accepts any and all into this school, be it witches and wizards, or Muggleborns, Nekos, werewolves, et cetera. It has been this way for a long time. You will always be welcomed here, Hermione, as will you, Remus, no matter what outsiders may say."

Hermione and Remus both thanked McGonagall.

"That might cause problems, Minerva," Sirius said, "Parents might remove a few of their students. It wouldn't be a great start to your tenure."

"There is going to be a lot of change happening around Hogwarts in the coming days, and even years, Sirius," McGonagall said, "Whatever happens, I have faith Hogwarts will survive it. If some students leave, so be it."

"If anyone complains about you, Headmistress," Harry said, "I would defend you. I am already looking forward to the changes. I know they'll be good for Hogwarts."

"Thank you, young man," McGonagall said. "But I believe we're here so that you can get to know your Godfather better. I'm afraid he won't be here very long. He's expected at St. Mungo's, the wizarding hospital in London, by this evening."

"You're going to the Hospital?" Harry asked, looking at Sirius, "Why?"

"Mandated by the Wizengamot," Sirius said, "Apparently spending eleven years in Azkaban isn't exactly healthy for you. Who knew?! If I knew that, I wouldn't have gone there in the first place."

Remus' mouth twitched. This told Harry that Sirius was probably joking with him.

"Don't worry, kid," Sirius said, "I'm probably fine. The Healers just need to get me back to tip-top shape. Next time you see me, I won't look like a half-dead hobo."

Harry grinned. If his Godfather could still crack jokes, even after spending so long in prison, Harry figured he had to be a good person.

"What would you like to know, Harry?" Sirius said, "You can ask us anything."

"Why did you go to Azkaban?" Harry asked, "I know you were framed... that you were innocent."

"I made a foolish mistake that night, Harry," Sirius said, "Fueled by emotions. I fully admit that I was a reckless young man back then. Your parents, Harry, were two of my best friends. Your father was like a brother to me. Closer than even my blood brother was to me. And when Lily started dating your father, she became part of the little family, and that relationship just deepened further when your parents married. I loved your parents. They were two of the greatest people I will ever know, and don't let anyone ever, ever tell you different."

"I'm afraid you're a bit too late with that one," Harry said.

"Oh?" Remus asked.

"The Dursleys – my Uncle and Aunt," Harry said, "Thanks to them, I grew up believing my parents were worthless drunks who had no jobs. That they died in a drunken car crash."

Sirius growled, making Harry and Hermione jump. Remus clapped a hand on Sirius' shoulder and Harry's godfather calmed down.

"Your Aunt – I'd assume her name is Petunia?" Remus asked, "She's your mum's sister?"

Harry nodded.

"I met Petunia once," Remus said, "But even if I hadn't met her, I'd have known about her from your mother's stories about her. Your Aunt – she was very jealous of her sister. She really, really wanted to be one of us."

"But she hates magic!" Harry said.

"She hates magic because she has none, Harry," Remus said, "Your mother told me once that she and her sister were best friends at one point in time. Before her magical abilities started to show. And then she started doing things that Petunia couldn't do. Then, a couple years before she came to Hogwarts, she met a young boy her age who was a wizard. Petunia not only became jealous of your mother's abilities, but of the fact that she was no longer the center of your mother's attention. Also, according to your mother, your Aunt didn't like her new friend."

Sirius snorted. "I can't really blame her."

"Why?" Hermione asked.

Sirius sighed. "Lily's childhood friend was Severus Snape."

"No!" Harry said, shocked. "My mum was friends with... Snape?!"

"It is true," Remus said, "Lily and Severus were the best of friends, for several years. Then at the end of our fifth year, something happened between them, and their friendship ended. Lily told me that when she got her Hogwarts letter, Petunia tried writing to Hogwarts, asking the Professors to accept her. But she wasn't magical. They couldn't accept her. Her jealousy grew."

"And she became the woman who hated magic," Harry said, "But why did she hate me? Why did she tell me my parents died that way? That they were drunks?"

"I don't know, Harry," Remus said.

"We can find out," Sirius muttered. "I'd very much like to speak to Petunia."

"I don't think that is a good idea," Remus said.

"On the contrary," McGonagall said, "I was intending to speak to Harry's relatives before the summer holidays to inform them that Harry's no longer their ward. I invite both of you, Sirius, Remus, to accompany me. But it won't be until June, likely."

"Good," Remus said, "You'll be healthier and more presentable by then, Sirius."

Sirius sighed. "Fine. I'll wait."

"I just want to be rid of them," Harry said, "I never have to go back. I don't have to think about them ever again."

"I understand, Harry," Remus said, "But I think you need the closure. And we adults need to understand."

Harry shrugged and nodded.

"Where were we?" Sirius asked, "Oh yes. Your parents, Harry, weren't drunks. They barely drunk anything much stronger than soda after they were married. Maybe once in a while for celebrations. But they were most certainly not drunks. Jobless? Well... your father wanted to be an Auror. But your mother convinced him against it... how? She told him she was pregnant with you."

Sirius grinned, and Harry smiled.

"It wasn't an announcement during a special romantic dinner, or a party," Sirius said, "It was in the middle of an argument about careers, and according to James, he asked her why she was so against him being an Auror, and your mother just yelled out 'Because you're going to be a father'. You couldn't remove the grin from his face when he found out he was going to be a father. Though your parents did have jobs, per se. They were part of the fight against Voldemort -"

He paused and smiled when neither Harry and Hermione flinched.

"You aren't scared to hear his name," he said, "Good."

Harry was about to say he couldn't really be scared when he had confronted Voldemort at least three times now. But it would cause a delay in the stories about his parents, and he didn't want that.

So he simply said, "Fear of the name increases fear of the thing itself."

"Agreed," Sirius said, grinning, "As I was saying, your parents were part of the rebellion against Voldemort and his followers. Lily didn't do any fighting once she became pregnant with you. James did, though it was limited. Lily didn't have an official career, but she did like to create magical inventions. She was working on several at the time of her – of her death."

He sighed and frowned. "Something snapped inside me when I saw – well, you don't need to hear about that right now. Anyway, I was seeing red. I wasn't really thinking. A lot of things went wrong that night. Rubeus Hagrid took you away from me, when I was rightfully your guardian. Hagrid's not to blame for that though. If he had given you to me... I wouldn't have gone to Azkaban. I wouldn't have gone after... after Pettigrew.

"But I did. And Pettigrew outsmarted me that night, faking his death, framing me for it, and causing me to go to Azkaban. Dumbledore's partially to blame for that too. I didn't get a trial. I was just used as a scapegoat. The Ministry wanted to be seen doing something. So I was whisked away to Azkaban. Literally. Thought I was being handed a glass of water to drink, and the glass turned out to be a Portkey to Azkaban.

"I am sorry, Harry, for the mistakes I made. I should have been your guardian all these years. I know you're Emancipated now, but I promise to be here for you, to do the job I promised your father I'd do. I've missed eleven years of your life. And that is the biggest regret of my life."

"I don't blame you, Sirius," Harry said. "It sounds as if there was a lot working against you. You're an innocent man, that was proven today. I'm planning on living at Potter Manor starting this summer, and Hermione's going to be there with me too. Even though I am Emancipated, I wouldn't say no if you wanted to join me."

Sirius smiled. "Potter Manor was like a home to me. I ran away from my home when I was fifteen. Went to Potter Manor and your grandfather welcomed me with open arms. He was a great man, just as your father was. I lived at Potter Manor when I wasn't at Hogwarts, until my Great Uncle died and gave me a bunch of money in his Will, and I was able to buy myself a flat. I would be very happy to live at Potter Manor again."

"I don't remember that place at all," Harry said, "I don't remember much from when I was a baby. I mean... I've... I've had these strange dreams. There was a motorcycle. It was flying..."

"I owned a motorcycle," Sirius said. "Let Hagrid borrow it. Last time I saw it, Hagrid was flying away on it with you, as a baby, in his arms."

"It really did fly?" Harry asked.

"Yep!" Sirius said, grinning, "My own little additions."

"I also dreamed of... a black dog," Harry said.

Sirius' eyes went misty. "He does remember me, Remus."

"What?" Harry asked.

Sirius stood up and walked to a clear space in the room. Harry and Hermione watched in amazement as Sirius transformed into a large black dog. Hermione went slightly tense when she saw the dog, but she calmed down as Harry comforted her.

"I did tell you he is an Animagus," Remus said.

"That's the dog I saw in my dreams!" Harry said, grinning.

"You used to ride on his back, when you were a baby," Remus said, "And you loved to pet him."

Sirius transformed back to his human self. "I wondered if you would remember me, Harry."

"Technically, it was a dream, Sirius," Remus said, "And he remembered Padfoot."

"Padfoot," Harry whispered.

He reached into his robes, and pulled out the Marauder's Map.

"Holy... Merlin!" Sirius said, "That's... that's our map, Moony! Talk about a blast from the past!"

"So you did make the map?" Harry asked.

"Yep!" Sirius said, "Me, Remus, your father..."

"Peter helped too, Sirius," Remus said.

"Maybe a bit," Sirius muttered grudgingly. "Anyway, yeah, we made the map."

"Where did you find it?" Remus asked.

"Fred and George Weasley had it," Harry said, "They gave it to me."

McGonagall cleared her throat. "Exactly what does that 'map' do?"

"That... is a Marauder's secret, Headmistress," Sirius said.

McGonagall glared at Harry's Godfather. Sirius winced, and he and Remus explained what the map did.

"Well, that does explain why it was extremely difficult to catch you boys in the act," McGonagall said, sighing, "And Fred and George Weasley too. But I must say, it is a security risk."

"Hardly," Sirius argued, "It is a good tool for security maybe. Polyjuice Potion and Animagus forms cannot fool this Map. You'll always know their real identities."

"Exactly," McGonagall said, "Now think what would happen if it gotten into the wrong hands."

"I think we can trust that Harry will take great caution with it, Headmistress," Remus said, "After all, it is an Heirloom. I can't imagine him wanting to lose something from his father."

"Definitely not," Harry said.

McGonagall sighed. "I will allow you to use it, Harry. But I must ask that you let Professor Lupin or myself borrow it, if the need becomes necessary, and that you tell us right away if you see anything suspicious."

"Yes, ma'am," Harry said, then turned back to Sirius and Remus, "Um... I also have this photo album. Hagrid gave it to me back in June. It has loads of pictures of my parents, and... I guess, you guys as well."

"So that is what he was doing," Remus said, "He wrote to me, asking for pictures to give to you. Some of those pictures in there will likely have been once owned by me. I hope you enjoy them."

"I was thinking we could look through them together," Harry said, "Perhaps you have stories?"

"That is a good idea," Remus said, "If I remember right, I gave Hagrid some pictures of your parents' wedding."

"Yeah, there are wedding pictures in there," Harry said.

"Ah," Remus said, "What a day that was, wasn't it, Sirius?"

So for the next hour, Harry and Hermione listened to stories about his parents, and their friends from Sirius, Remus and Minerva, as they looked through the photo album. There were several tears during it all.

"It is nearing dinner time," McGonagall said, glancing at a grandfather clock in the room, "I need to be going to the Great Hall. Harry and Hermione have been getting their meals in here, because Hermione doesn't want anyone to know her secret until tomorrow night. Sirius, you're welcome to stay for dinner if you want, though I do remind you that St. Mungo's is expecting you."

"I'll make sure he leaves with enough time to arrive at St. Mungo's at a proper time," Remus said, "But I think we can have dinner with Harry and Hermione."

"Yeah," Sirius said, "Haven't had good Hogwarts food in a long time."

"Well, then you're welcome to stay for dinner," Harry said.

"Remus, when Sirius leaves, come find me," McGonagall said. "I'll take you to your new lodgings."

Remus promised he would. McGonagall then said farewell, and proceeded to leave the room.

"Before we continue with our stories," Sirius said, "There's a couple things I'd like to talk to you about, Harry. Do you know who Amelia Bones is?"

"I met her on New Year's Eve," Harry said.

"I spoke to her earlier today," Sirius said, "And she gave me a request. She is planning on speaking to you soon about something. She wants you to place a restraining order against Albus Dumbledore."

"A restraining order?" Hermione asked. "Does that mean Madam Bones believes Dumbledore is still guilty, even though he's been cleared by the Wizengamot?"

"I believe she does," Sirius said.

"Good," Harry said, "Because Dumbledore is guilty. I clearly remember him Obliviating me and Hermione, and Compelling both of us... several times! That was one of the charges against him, wasn't it?"

"Yes, and interestingly enough," Remus said, "It was the charge that Dumbledore was nearly voted guilty of. He was cleared by only one vote. He convinced a lot of people by saying that the Flushing Draughts you were given actually caused you to hallucinate those memories."

Harry growled. "What a load of...! I was not hallucinating! I gave Madam Bones my witness statement! I wrote all of that down!"

"And Madam Bones read your witness statement to the courtroom," Remus said, "Dumbledore just has a lot of support, a lot of people who look to him as a great man. I used to be one of them, Harry. He allowed me - a werewolf - entry into this school. If I had never become a student at Hogwarts, I would have never met my best friends. It is quite likely, I would either be living amongst the werewolf packs, or... or I'd be dead. Dumbledore saved me from that fate. But everything I heard today changed my mind about him."

Harry nodded. "So Madam Bones wants me to put a restraining order on him, because she's afraid of what he could do to me?"

"Yes," Sirius said.

"But a restraining order is just a piece of paper, isn't it?" Hermione asked, "Sure it means that if Dumbledore breaks the order, he'd be arrested. But that doesn't stop him from doing anything before he's arrested. Or are restraining orders different in the wizarding world? Do they literally repel those named in the restraining order from those who cast it?"

Remus chuckled. "They really should do that, shouldn't they? But no... it is just a piece of paper."

"The restraining order isn't going to scare Dumbledore, Harry," Sirius said. "You're not going to be more protected from Dumbledore because you create it. I think Amy – Madam Bones – wants it done so she has clear evidence to send Dumbledore to Azkaban if he breaks the order."

"It will be up to us, Headmistress McGonagall, and the rest of the staff here," Remus said, "to protect you from Dumbledore."

"And we will," Sirius said, "That is a promise, kid."

Harry smiled. "Thanks. If Madam Bones asks me to make one, I'll do it."

"Me too," Hermione said.

"Alright," Sirius said, "Now for the other thing. This one is slightly more awkward – and a lot more entertaining – than restraining orders."

"Er... okay?" Harry replied.

"Remus and I learned today that you recently learned you're a Metamorphmagus," Sirius said.

"Uh... technically," Harry said, "If I hadn't been Obliviated, I would have known about it since I was six years old."

"Yes," Remus said, "We heard about that from your witness statement."

"How?" Hermione asked.

"Madam Bones read the witness statements in front of the entire courtroom during Dumbledore's trial," Remus said.

"Everyone in there heard that?" Harry asked, "How many people were there?"

"Several," Remus said, "They heard everything you wrote down about your Metamorph talents. And then forgot about it an hour later. Well... everyone but myself."

"They forgot?" Hermione asked, "How?"

"There is an enchantment known as the Rite of Confidentiality," Remus said, "It is rarely used, and only legally cast by leaders and officials such as the Minister of Magic, and only doing trials. It causes everyone in the vicinity of the enchantment to forget classified information they heard after an allotted time. In this case they forgot that you're a Metamorphmagus, Harry."

"Capable of turning into a girl!" Sirius said, grinning.

Harry blushed. "Know about that part, do you?"

"Harry, we've known about it since you were a wee lad still in nappies," Sirius said, "Course, I forgot about it, due to various issues, but my good friend Moony, here, reminded me. You see, Harry, one early morning, I was in my flat, and I got a very urgent Floo call from your father. He was – well, kind of panicked. I was worried, because I thought something had happened to you or your Mum. I asked him what was wrong, and he told me that you were a girl!"

Remus' lips twitched. "You met Andromeda Tonks out in the corridor, Harry. Your new Potions Professor. As you obviously know, her daughter is a Metamorphmagus. So she became somewhat of an expert after raising one. Your parents had already known you were a Metamorph, simply because you had a knack, even as a baby, of changing your hair several colors. However, that was the first time you changed genders. The Tonks and your parents were good friends, Harry. So after your initial gender transformation, they talked with Andromeda all about it. I remember James telling me that Andromeda suggested they give your female form a name because you might change several times. So your parents called her -"

"Rose Lily Potter," Harry said, nodding, "I think I said this in my witness statement, but one of those memories I was Obliviated of was Aunt Petunia reading me a letter she got from Mum about me being a Metamorph, and changing into a girl. That was the first day I can remember changing into a girl. According to a theory from Professor McGonagall, when I learned Rose's name, it was the day her personality was created."

"And that is what we wanted to discuss with you, Harry," Remus said, "Rose. This other personality. Andromeda told us about the dominant personality, and split-personalities in Metamorphs."

"Dora, Professor – Headmistress McGonagall, and Madam Pomfrey already helped me with that," Harry said, "I am the dominant personality. Rose knows that. She's agreed that I'm the dominant, as long as she gets to come out and play sometimes."

"So I assume we'll meet Rose sometime in the future?" Sirius asked.

"Probably," Harry said, "According to my memories when I was younger, she has a knack of showing up on her own."

"We'll be happy to meet her when the time comes," Remus said.

"Okay," Harry said, "Anything else you want to know about her?"

"Only what you wish to reveal," Remus said.

Harry thought about telling them what Dora had told him – that he was capable of becoming pregnant and giving birth to children. But he wasn't ready to talk about that. He shrugged and shook his head.

"Feel free to tell us when you are ready," Remus said.

"Yes," Sirius said, "We'll always be around to talk to you about anything. I missed a lot of time with you, Harry. I will make that up to you. I swear it."

Harry smiled, warmly. "Thanks. That means a lot to me."

Sirius smiled, then clapped once. "Now! Back to story-time!"

Sirius and Remus continued telling stories about themselves, and Harry's parents and friends, until Sasha brought them dinner. Then it was Harry and Hermione's turn for storytelling. So they told Sirius and Remus about their first year and a half at Hogwarts. Sirius and Remus were shocked to hear some of their stories, especially when it came to the troll and Voldemort. But they were also very excited to know that Harry was the Gryffindor Seeker and had been since his first year. Sirius was happy to inform them that he had been a Beater on the Gryffindor team. James had been both a Chaser and Seeker in different years.

When it was going on past seven-o-clock, Remus informed Sirius that he should head to St. Mungo's. Sirius grudgingly agreed. But Harry promised he'd write letters to Sirius, and Sirius happily said he would do the same.

Then Sirius and Remus left, leaving Harry and Hermione feeling rather lonely.

"That was nice, wasn't it?" Hermione asked.

"It was," Harry agreed. "They're very nice. I like them already."

"Me too," Hermione said, "I bet Remus will be a brilliant Professor! He seems very smart! He knows about a lot of things!"

"Yeah," Harry said, "He reminds me of you!"

Hermione punched him lightly and playfully in the shoulder, then kissed him on the cheek.

"Hey, I didn't tell you!" Harry said, "Dora isn't leaving tomorrow. She's Remus' Apprentice!"

Hermione grinned. "That's brilliant! Which means you'll have more opportunity to learn more Metamorph abilities from her!"

"Yeah," Harry said, then frowned, "Are you okay, Hermione? You scared me earlier when you first met Sirius and Remus."

"I scared myself," Hermione said, "I can't believe I hissed at them. I couldn't control it. It was like the Neko had come back again. Ugh, I need to finish that book on Nekos. I don't want any more surprises!"

"Alright," Harry said, "I think I'm going to read that book on Lords and Ladies and stuff. I need to be ready to meet my Betrothed tomorrow."

"Right," Hermione said, "Padma will be rooming with us. Almost forgot about that. And Daphne could join us soon too. And both do want to speak to you."

"Yep," Harry said, "I don't want to sound stupid in front of them."

"I'll help if I can," Hermione said.

Harry thanked her. Hermione pecked him on the lips, then stood and retrieved the Neko book, and the Lord and Ladies book from a nearby bookcase. She handed the latter book to Harry, and the young couple spent the next couple of hours in companionable silence as they read their books.


Whew, that was a long chapter! Much of the discussion was summarized, just to give the readers freedom of imagination to decide what might have been discussed between the characters.

If you notice, Harry and Hermione didn't have time to shower after their... romp. I nearly had a scene at the end of this chapter, after the meeting, where Remus recognizes this and discusses it with Sirius and Minerva. He would have noticed something odd with the youngsters, because of his heightened sense of smell. I MIGHT make that a bonus/deleted scene in the future.

Next chapter! Harry and Hermione have an appointment with Madam Pomfrey. Amelia Bones, Aurors Moody and Shacklebolt, Unspeakable Croaker and other representatives return to Hogwarts. McGonagall has a meeting with the staff and Ministry reps.

Hope you liked this chapter!