Dumbledore

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"What were you thinking?"

Sirius and Remus exchanged looks of shame and hung their heads.

"We're-" Remus began.

"Don't say you're sorry." Dumbledore warned "Especially if you don't mean it."

Sirius opened his mouth to protest loudly about the treatment Harry had been receiving from the Dursley's, but Remus elbowed him hard in the gut.

"We're not sorry." Remus said angrily "Harry was being horribly mistreated by his relatives and we could not let it continue. And frankly, Dumbledore, Fiona's house is twice as safe as the Dursley's."

Dumbledore sighed and stroked his long white beard "Harry's Aunt told me he was treated as if he were her own."

"Bull!" Sirius cried and this time Remus did nothing to stop his friend "Harry was made to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs while his pig of a cousin got two bedrooms! He was starved! Mistreated! And-!"

"What?!" Fiona said, dangerously quiet.

"Oh...um, nothing?" Sirius mumbled, an angry Fiona was a scary Fiona.

"He slept where?" Fiona glared at Remus, her eyes aflame with suppressed rage.

Remus cowered slightly "Under the stairs." He muttered.

Fiona rounded on Dumbledore "And it never occurred to you," She seethed "to actually visit and check up on him?"

"Well, Miss Lupin, you see-"

"Shut up. Now." Fiona hissed "Harry is never going back to that hellhole. Not as long as I'm alive and kicking. Now, get the hell out of my house."

Dumbledore silently nodded and left.

Fiona staggered to a armchair and plopped down into its soft warmth "You saved him." She whispered "My God, that poor boy."

Remus sat down next to her and hugged her "He's safe now. It's okay."

"Remus, it's not okay! Do you have any idea the kind of effect that abuse could have on him?" Fiona asked, choking back tears.

"We'll help him get through it. And he's young, he'll be happy and healthy in no time." Sirius smiled.

"Get some sleep, you two." Fiona sighed.

"What about you?" Remus worried.

"I've got a new protective enchantment I'm working on. If you, Sirius, and Harry are going to stay here I'll be damn sure he's safe as can be."

"Just make sure you sleep a little." Remus murmured into his sister's ear "You won't do Harry any good sleep-deprived."

"I will." Fiona stood up and made her way downstairs but she turned "Tomorrow we'll talk about what to do for the full moon."

Fiona left the two men alone as she ventured down the stairs and out of sight.

"I always wondered," Sirius said after a moment "How is it, that she lives in such a large place, has so much money, and dresses so nicely, but you look like that?" He gestured at Remus's shabby clothes.

"Shut up."

"Really, I want to know!"

"Fine. This was my parents home. Werewolves aren't allowed to inherit property or titles, so Fiona got everything. She pays for a lot of my stuff but I try not to spend too much of what she gives me." Moony explained.

"I never knew that." Sirius said, surprised "I thought you were Lord Lupin and just chose to live simply."

"Nope." Remus popped the 'p' "Fiona is the only head of the House of Lupin. She's Lady Lupin."

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The next morning, after talking for hours the night before, Remus woke up in his old room. Sirius, down the hall. And Fiona on the floor above in the Lord's, or now the Lady's, suite.

Harry Potter woke up in an unfamiliar room. It was much larger than his cupboard. The bed was enormous and comfy. He didn't want to get out but he had to make breakfast. So he crawled out and realized he was still in his clothes from yesterday. Then it all came rushing back to him.

Fiona, his godmother. Sirius, his godfather. Moony, his...what was Moony exactly? An uncle? Harry smiled, Moony would be his uncle. His real uncle. Not an uncle like Uncle Vernon, but a nice Uncle.

Harry made his way to the staircase, still smiling, and walked down it. He realized he didn't know where the kitchen was, so he decided to find Fiona and ask her.

The young Potter went down flight after flight of stairs. Finally he reached a door, in what must have been the basement , labeled 'Workroom.' In fancy script.

He pushed open the door cautiously and peaked his head inside. There was Fiona, waving her wand and muttering. Harry opened the door further and it creaked loudly. Fiona turned around.

"Harry!" She said, surprised "What are you doing up?"

"I have to make breakfast." Harry whispered.

"No you don't." Fiona smiled.

"But, the Dursley's..."

"Harry, you're not with the Dursley's anymore. You don't need to do anything you don't want to. And, as long as you stay safe, I have no issue with you doing anything you want. Given you let Sirius, Remus, or me know beforehand." Fiona winked at the little boy.

"Really?" Harry's eyes lit up "Can I have pancakes for breakfast?"

"Any time you want."

"Wow!" Harry breathed "When do I have to go back to the Dursley's?"

Fiona leaned in and whispered in his ear "Never."

"Really, truly?"

"Yes, Harry. You get to live here with Moony, Sirius, and I until you go to Hogwarts, and then in the summers during your school years."

Fiona stepped back slightly as Harry grabbed her in a tight hug. He squeezed her around the stomach until his arms grew sore. Fiona knelt down and hugged him back.

"Already bonding, I see!" Sirius cried as he entered the room.

Harry quickly stepped back, blushing. But Fiona laughed and punched Sirius's arm gently.

"Shut up, Pads."

Harry's eyes widened as he put two and two together and got four. Sirius was Padfoot? How could that be? He was a wizard, maybe all wizards could change shape?

"You're Padfoot?" He asked.

"Um...yes, Harry, I am." Sirius smiled sheepishly.

"Cool."

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