Author's Note:
Like I said last chapter; the time for time jumps has arrived. There are a few key things I want to happen before Harry goes to Hogwarts, but it is coming soon. The next few chapters will all contain more and more time jumps.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the lyrics to You Like Me Too Much by the Beatles.
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CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO:
The One Where Remus Slaps Sirius
After spending the day flying with Harry, Sirius decided to add another memory to the Pensieve. Talking about flying and playing Quidditch only made him remember this fight that James and Lily had gotten into at the end of seventh year. James had won the Quidditch Cup and spent the night drinking and having fun with Gryffindor House to celebrate, but he had spent too much time celebrating and had forgotten about his date with Lily. She had been left waiting for him on the Quidditch pitch to celebrate their ten month anniversary and he had completely forgotten.
Lily had been furious.
She told him that he cared more about Quidditch than her. The row they had in the middle of the common room had been rather legendary; especially because James had not only won her over, but won the hearts of some of the other girls in the common room as well by his tactics.
Sirius remembered it fondly and watched the memory unfold before him.
"JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER!" Lily yelled as she stormed through the portrait hole.
James paled slightly, the glass of Firewhiskey halfway to his lips. "Oh shit, she said my middle name aloud."
A few snickers could be heard nearby as people mouthed 'Fleamont' around him in amusement.
"Lily, darling! I've missed you!" James exclaimed, putting his drink down and attempting to kiss her.
Lily pushed him back and since his balance was rather precarious due to drink, made him stumble. "Don't even think about it, Potter!" Each word was broken up by her finger poking him in the chest. "You" — poke — "stood" — poke — "me" — poke — "up! " — poke.
"I…" he paled as he suddenly remembered. "Lily, I'm so sorry! We were celebrating the win and I lost track of time. Padfoot kept giving me drinks!"
"Don't bring me into this mate," Sirius said, holding his hands up in surrender.
Lily glared at him. "I've been waiting down on the Quidditch pitch for almost an hour!"
James paled. "My romantic evening! I had it all planned out! Lily, I completely lost track of time!"
"You lost track of time?" she repeated carefully, making Sirius pale.
"Mate, she's getting that look in her eye. She's going to blow like a top."
James ignored his best friend, eyes on his girlfriend. "I was re-enacting that last epic goal. I broke a record this year, most goals by one Chaser in one game in the history of Hogwarts. Fifty-eight goals! Can you blame for me losing track of time?"
"You're the one who arranged this!" Lily exclaimed. "And here you are too busy talking about Quidditch to spend any time with the girlfriend that you claim to love."
"Lily!" James said, desperately. "Please, don't be upset, it was an accident!"
"An accident?" she repeated, sweetly.
He nodded, moving closer to her. "It won't happen again, I swear it. Don't leave me — you like me too much."
Lily snorted. "At the moment I most certainly do not like you! It's our anniversary, James!"
"I know!" he exclaimed, grabbing her arms. "I'm sorry."
Lily glared at him. "I was perfectly all right with celebrating tomorrow due to the game, but no, you absolutely insisted that it was our anniversary today and that even a Quidditch game wasn't going to stop us from celebrating together, but obviously Quidditch is more important to you than I am!"
"No!" James exclaimed, grabbing her arm again. "Nothing is more important than you! No one is more important than you!"
Lily softened a little. "I'm still upset with you."
He kissed her cheek. "You like me too much and I like you, remember?"
Lily sighed. "You can't always use Beatles lyrics to get yourself out of trouble, you know?"
Sirius took this as a sign and summoned James' guitar down from the Head dormitory and placed it in his friend's arms.
James simply grinned and began to strum and when he started to sing, Lily softened up all over again.
"Though you're gone away this morning, you'll be back again tonight. Telling me there'll be no next time if I just don't treat you right. You'll never leave me and you know it's true; 'cause you like me too much and I like you. You've tried before to leave me, but you haven't got the nerve; to walk out and make me lonely which is all that I deserve. You'll never leave me and you know it's true; 'cause you like me too much and I like you. I really do. And it's nice when you believe me. If you leave me, I will follow you and bring you back where you belong. 'Cause I couldn't really stand it, I'll admit that I was wrong, I wouldn't let you leave me 'cause it's true; 'cause you like me too much and I like you."
Lily simply sighed as the girls in the common room giggled in awe. James Potter really could be the most romantic bloke on the planet.
He continued to strum and to sing, making Lily sigh. He always made it so hard to stay mad at him.
"'Cause you like me too much and I like you. I really do. And it's nice when you believe me, if you leave me, I will follow you and bring you back where you belong. 'Cause I couldn't really stand it, I'll admit that I was wrong. I wouldn't let you leave me 'cause it's true. 'Cause you like me too much and I like you. 'Cause you like me too much and I like you."
Lily stood up and kissed him deeply, making everyone in the room cheer. "You're an insufferable git, James Potter."
"And you're desperately in love with me," he said as he kissed her, tugging her into his lap.
Lily straddled him and deepened the kiss. "Desperately, but you're still an absolute git and you owe me a romantic evening."
James simply grinned. "I'll owe you three because I'm your absolute git. I love you, Evans."
"I love you, too, Jamie," she said.
Sirius smiled as he bottled up the memory and added it to the collection. Quidditch had always been the most important thing to James outside of his friends and nothing had been more important to him than Lily and then later Harry. He thought the memory was a fun one that showed how much the two of them had been in love.
He locked up the vault of memories with a smile.
~ ASC ~
A few weeks later, Harry was madly racing through the treehouse with Marauder chasing him. Lately, he had decided to challenge himself and see how long it took him to make it over the rock wall, through the tree house itself, shimmy up the fireman's pole, down the spiral staircase, and across the rope bridge. From there he would swing himself down onto the tire swing which was five feet above the ground, swing high and fast until he had enough leverage to jump off and grab the four-sided-rope-ladder, climb to the top, and rush through the net tunnel before going down the second spiral staircase and across the monkey bars and jumping down to barrel roll onto the ground.
He'd been attempting this every day for about two weeks and so far, his record was seven minutes. Harry wanted to do it under five minutes. He wanted to prove how fast he was and then he could show Uncle Sirius and Uncle Remus how brilliant he was at running through the course.
Marauder barked after him as he jumped down onto the tire swing, grinning as he pumped his legs back and forth in an attempt to gain more momentum and speed. He stood up on the swing, laughing as Marauder stayed up on the platform, barking at him.
"Shush, Marauder!" Harry said, trying to angle himself for the jump.
He held tight to the swing and on three, propelled his body upwards and towards the four-sided-rope-ladder and missed by a quarter of an inch, slamming his elbow into the wood and then his head before tumbling the eight feet to the ground.
His breath rushed out of him as he landed on his right arm and he heard something snap as his head bounced off the ground.
Marauder rushed down the stairs, barking madly, and hurrying towards his boy.
Harry groaned, using his left arm to touch his head and his hand came back bloody.
Oh no, Uncle Sirius is going to be so cross, he thought, and then he promptly passed out.
Sirius was washing his motorbike on the side of the house, 'The Immigrant Song' blaring from the wireless. He looked up with a grin as Marauder came running around the corner barking, madly.
"Hi, boy," he said, frowning when the dog continued to jump up and down, barking wildly. "Calm down, Marauder, what is it?"
Marauder continued to bark, turning his body and barking towards the yard.
Sirius put his rag down, eyes on the dog. "Marauder, what is it?"
Marauder gestured towards the back again and Sirius' blood heated.
"Where's Harry?"
Marauder bolted back around the house and Sirius ran after the retriever. He saw Harry immediately, lying on the ground below the treehouse, and his heart stopped. He slid across the grass on his knees, grabbing his godson, the sight of the blood running down his head making him pale.
"HARRY!" he yelled, turning the boy over. His head was bleeding badly and his right arm was bent sideways.
"Marauder, go get Moony. Go!"
Marauder raced off towards the house barking wildly and Sirius prayed that Remus hadn't left yet. He cradled the child in his arms and stood up, his knees shaking. He was going to be all right, he said to himself, he's going to be all right.
Sirius was practically running towards the house by the time Remus came outside to see why Marauder was dive bombing at the backdoor.
"Sirius, what the hell is wrong with Marauder he keeps — HARRY!" He paled, rushing forward, wand outstretched. "Put him on the chair, Sirius!"
Sirius carefully lied him on the lounge chair, his hands shaking. "Moony, his head… I… I think he fell. We have to get him to St. Mungo's! Braxton should see him! We have to get him to see a healer, I'll call Poppy and Braxton! What if they need to operate? I don't have a good first aid kit! I don't have any more pain potions! All I have is the stuff for when he's sick! Moony, he can't die!"
Remus slapped Sirius across the face so hard, his head snapped back. "Calm the fuck down! He's going to be just fine!" He pushed Sirius out of the way and hovered over Harry, his wand on his head. "Get inside and get some warm water and a towel and get your goddamn wand!"
Sirius nodded, so pale that Remus' handprint was visible on his face as he ran into the house.
Remus carefully turned Harry's head, his heart pounding like a jackhammer in his chest. He was pleased to see the small superficial cut on the back of his head. Head wounds always bled profusely, he thought, calming slightly. Harry groaned when Remus' hand touched his neck. "Shh, it's all right, little Prongs, don't move, okay?"
Sirius came rushing back out of the house with a clean towel and a bowl of warm water and his wand, which he had left in the kitchen. "Here, Moony!"
"Dab at his head, Sirius, it's just a small cut," Remus instructed carefully.
Sirius nodded, his hands still shaking and when Harry groaned again when the warm cloth touched his head, Sirius cried out. "Oh, Prongslet, it's okay, baby, it's all right, Uncle Moony and I are here."
Sirius carefully mopped up the blood and Remus put his wand to the cut, gently sealing it closed. He used his wand to check for any other damage and was relieved to see outside of his arm, nothing else was broken. Harry's eyes fluttered open and he groaned again as he attempted to move his right arm.
"Ow," he murmured, eyes looking up at the two panic-filled faces of the men in front of him.
"Harry!" Sirius exclaimed, a huge grin crossing his face. "Hey, Prongslet, hi, my baby, you okay, Harry?"
"Sirius, give him a second," Remus said carefully, taking Harry's right arm in his hand. "Harry, I'm going to heal your arm. It's going to hurt a lot, but only for a few minutes, okay?"
Harry nodded, his left hand gripping Sirius' tightly. "Okay."
Remus carefully bent Harry's arm back and Harry cried out, biting his lip. "I know, little Prongs, I know, I'm sorry," he murmured, his wand pressing to the bone as he muttered 'brackium emendo.'
Harry bit his lip so hard it bled as he felt his bones re-knitting together like sharp needles stabbing him all over his arm. It only lasted a few minutes and then it was gone and Remus breathed a sigh of relief.
Tears rolled down Harry's cheeks now as he sat up and Sirius threw himself on top of him, arms crushing him against his chest so tightly that he found it hard to breathe.
"Uncle Padfoot!" he hissed, but Sirius only lessened his grip, he didn't let go.
"Harry, my heart stopped!" Sirius exclaimed, pulling back to look into Harry's eyes.
Remus reached over to grip Harry's face in his hands. "What happened? What were you doing, young man?"
Harry flushed. "I just missed the rope ladder is all."
Sirius' eyebrow rose in question. "Explain."
Harry quickly outlined his race plan and told them how he had been running across the obstacle course every day to see how fast he could go and when he explained how he jumped off the tire swing up towards the rope ladder, but had missed and fell, crashing into the treehouse as he went down.
Sirius immediately crushed him to his chest again.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER, YOU ARE NEVER TO DO THAT AGAIN, DO YOU HEAR ME?" Sirius yelled, his grey eyes flashing in anger. "If Marauder hadn't…" He swallowed carefully before he continued. "When I saw you lying there… blood…" He buried his face in Harry's neck as he hugged him. "What were you thinking?"
Tears rolled down Harry's cheeks as he clung to his godfather. "I'm sorry, Uncle Sirius. I was just playing and I slipped. I've done it before, dozens of times!"
Remus tugged Harry away from Sirius, crushing him up to his own chest. "Harry, Sirius and I were so scared when we saw you like that. We're not angry. We know that it was an accident." He breathed into Harry's hair, sighing. His heart was still pounding so fast that he knew Harry must be able to feel it against his cheek. "Are you okay? Do you hurt anywhere else?"
Harry shook his head, clinging to Remus. "No."
Sirius' hands shook as he reached for Harry again, cradling the child into his lap. "Merlin, Harry, you scared me half to death!"
Harry buried his face in Sirius' bare chest. "I'm sorry."
Sirius held him close for a moment and then he pushed him back to cover his face in kisses. "My heart stopped, Prongslet. It just stopped and I completely panicked. If Uncle Moony hadn't been here… and my wand was in the house because I'm a fucking idiot… Uncle Moony had to slap me."
"What?" Harry asked in bewilderment.
Sirius nodded, smiling gratefully at Remus. "I wasn't thinking and Uncle Moony had to slap my face to get me to stop panicking. I thought that you were dead," he said, covering Harry's face in kisses again.
Harry buried his face in Sirius' chest. "I'm sorry. I was just playing and I fell."
Marauder butted his head in now, licking the back of Harry's neck and he giggled.
Sirius scratched Marauder behind the ears, grinning widely. "Marauder, you are a godsend and you are going to get nothing but the best fucking prime dog food money can buy. I'll even chop up a nice big juicy steak for you," he said, rubbing the dog's belly when he rolled over. "Yes, I will, because you are a good boy, such a good boy." He kept his arms around Harry, his eyes meeting Remus'. "Thank Godric you were here, Moony and thank you for slapping me. I needed it."
Remus smiled, gently rubbing a hand up and down Harry's back. "Of course. Even if I hadn't been here, Sirius, you would have been all right. You would have taken care of Harry."
Sirius nodded, kissing the top of Harry's head. "Well, I don't know about anyone else, but I need a giant fucking ice cream sundae."
Harry perked up, tear-stained face smiling. "Really?"
Sirius nodded, smiling. "Really. And while we eat this giant fucking ice cream sundae, you and me are going to talk about what you should and should not be doing on that jungle gym treehouse, okay?"
Harry nodded, a small smile on his lips. "Okay."
Remus slid Harry's glasses back onto his face. "Come on. Fortescue makes the best ice cream sundaes."
Harry took Remus' hand in his own and smiled as Sirius stood up, dusting his jeans off.
"I just need to find a shirt," Sirius muttered as he hurried into the house ahead of them.
When he stepped into his bedroom, he took a minute to catch his breath, staring at his still shaking hands. If that hadn't been the scariest moment of his entire life, he didn't know what was. He looked into the mirror and saw blood smears on his chest. He was pretty sure that Harry had just aged him five years. He quickly cleaned himself off, put on a clean shirt and made his way downstairs to his friend and godson.
They were definitely having a talk about rules on the treehouse and rule number one was going to be not to scare the living daylights out of Sirius Black.
And that was that.
~ ASC ~
Sirius continued to write to Althea on a monthly basis and she responded in kind, filling him in on her wedding plans, her new job, and all about Xander, who he was liking more and more the more she told him about him. Not only was he a very qualified and well-known healer in the study of the brain, but he was more than just intelligent. He had a dry sense of humour and he found himself chuckling at some of the jokes he had shared with Althea. The house he had bought was in Athens and apparently the view was spectacular. They were planning on a beach wedding on Zakynthos Island where Xander's grandparents lived. The wedding was to be for the next year and they were very excited about it. Althea also mentioned that Medea was pregnant again.
Sirius told her all the incident with the treehouse and how much he had completely panicked. She reassured him that his reaction was normal and that will boys will be boys and he would have to learn that Harry was going to hurt himself from time to time, though hopefully nothing quite as serious again any time soon. He told her all about Harry's first time on a broomstick, followed by the days of him flying afterwards. He spent almost every waking moment flying around the garden and through the trees behind the cottage, having the time of his life. His friends came over often and Harry had even shown Neville how to mount the broom, but the broomstick had sensed Neville's fear and Sirius vetoed Neville from actually flying. He convinced Neville to climb up onto the broom with him and fly and that seemed to calm him down as he clung desperately to Sirius in the air, the wind whipping through his hair (reminding Sirius of how uneasy Neville still was on his motorbike when it came to flying as well).
Sirius had let Harry take his broom to the Burrow to play Quidditch, grinning when Harry had told him that Ginny's brothers absolutely refused to let her play because she was a girl. Harry had then invited her over alone and let her fly on his broomstick, Sirius had been surprised by just how talented she was on a broom herself. Harry and Ginny had decided to keep her flying skills a secret; especially when in October, Ginny let it slip to Sirius that Fred had showed her how to pick locks the Muggle way and she had been breaking into the broom shed with her bobby pins and borrowing her brother's brooms at night time to practice in secret.
Sirius really liked that little spitfire.
Before Sirius' twenty-ninth birthday, he had to ground Harry for the first time, something that he was pretty sure had hurt him as much as it did Harry.
Harry had asked him if he could spent the night at the Weasleys and Sirius had said no because he had classes with Remus the next day, but maybe on the weekend. Harry had proceeded to wait until Sirius went into the garden and then he used the Floo to arrive at The Burrow. Sirius had spent a frantic thirty minutes trying to find his godson before Molly Weasley had Floo called to ask him why he hadn't sent Harry over with any pjs. Harry had immediately been sent home and Sirius had hated yelling at him.
"Harry, what were you thinking?" Sirius demanded, glaring at his godson. "I told you no and you went anyway!"
Harry looked down at his feet. "I know."
Sirius knelt down in front of him. "Why did you go when I told you no?"
"Mr Weasley said if I came over we were all going on a sledding adventure. And I wanted to go and if I went on the weekend than they would have already went."
"You didn't tell me that there would be sledding when you asked, Harry," Sirius told him. "If you had explained why specifically you wanted to go I might have changed my answer."
Harry nodded, his eyes meeting Sirius'. "So, can I go now?"
"No," Sirius said, sternly. "You went without my permission and directly disobeyed me. I am very angry with you. Do you have any idea how worried I was when I realized that you weren't here?"
Harry bowed his head in shame. "I'm sorry."
"Good," Sirius said. "You should be sorry. And I'm afraid that you're grounded."
"Grounded!" Harry protested, his eyes wide. "You've never grounded me before!"
"Well, there's a first time for everything," Sirius said stubbornly. "Two weeks, Harry. You can't see your friends or play on your broomstick or ride the motorbike or go into the treehouse. You will study with Remus, take care of Marauder, and play in your room. Do you understand?"
Harry's eyes flashed in anger. "That's not fair!"
"It's not about fair," Sirius told him. "You did something wrong and there are consequences to that. Look at the rules in the kitchen, Harry. What does number nine say?"
"Always tell the truth," Harry read softly.
"Exactly and you lied to me, Harry. Prongslet, I am very disappointed in you."
"I'm sorry!" Harry exclaimed, his eyes filling with tears.
Sirius nodded. "I know you are and I'm sorry, too. Punishment starts now, so go on up to your room. I'll call you down when dinner is ready."
Harry looked at him with such wounded eyes and Sirius' heart clenched, but he stayed firm as he watched his godson trench up the stairs.
It had hurt both of them.
The two weeks dragged on for both of them, but after Harry's parole was lifted, they both agreed that it had been a deserved punishment and Harry apologized again and again for lying and for sneaking out. He also had to apologize in person to Mrs Weasley for lying to her and telling her that he had permission to come over when he hadn't.
Christmas came and went and a simple Happy Christmas card arrived from Narcissa, reminding Sirius that she had made the promise to stay polite while still not associating with him, but he sent her a Christmas card in turn; a loud boisterous one that sang carols. He knew that she would absolutely despise it, which was exactly why he had chosen it. Sirius had a small New Year's Eve party at his house, inviting Harry's friends as well as his own to celebrate and to usher in the year 1989. They stayed up late and Sirius let the Weasley twins set off fireworks in the garden to usher in midnight and they all clapped in celebration.
Althea wrote another letter after Christmas, informing Sirius that his wedding invitation would be arriving within the next month (said wedding would be in August of 1989), that Apollo and Medea were having another girl (name still to be determined), and that his grounding of Harry had been the mature and smart decision to make no matter how tough it was to see through. Althea also mentioned that she was very proud of him for sticking to his guns and going through with the punishment.
Saying no is hard, she wrote, but be firm and stick to your word.
Sirius responded with happiness for her wedding and told her of this lovely black-haired beauty named Belle that he had met in Diagon Alley. She was five years older than him, recently divorced, and had been looking for a bit of fun. Sirius took her dancing and they spent two glorious weeks together before she had to fly back home to Paris. He told Althea not to worry and that his date for the wedding would be Harry as he hoped to meet a sexy bridesmaid at her wedding. Sirius told her how Remus had recently gotten back together with Veronica Riley, only to break up with her again after two weeks when she suggested that they try to take things more seriously. Althea had responded with: Someone is deeply afraid of commitment.
Sirius knew that commitment wasn't Remus' problem, but he couldn't exactly say that. He was worried about his friend though. He had been happy with Veronica, but he had pushed her away just as he always did. Just because he was a werewolf. But nothing Sirius ever said to him made any difference. Remus wouldn't give any relationship a chance no matter what his friends said to him.
Remus refused to acknowledge his friend's words no matter how good intentioned they were. He was a werewolf which meant that anyone he potentially spent time with could be hurt and it was the last thing that he wanted. He didn't need the look of utter disgust to cross someone's face when they learned of his secret. He wasn't willing to put himself through that hardship no matter what.
Nothing Sirius said would change his mind.
Harry celebrated his ninth birthday with a big party in the yard and a day at the Muggle amusement park with Sirius (Ron, Ginny, and Neville attended as well) and as August came in, Sirius and Harry dressed up and waited to take the portkey to Greece to attend the wedding of Althea and Xander on Zakynthos Island.
The weather was beautiful, sunny, and warm and the smell of the ocean made Sirius smile. They sat in the back of the church as Althea and Xander promised to love and cherish each other until death do them part and then they headed out to the reception on the beach of Porto Vromi.
Althea greeted Harry, smiling and kissing his cheek. "Harry! Look at you, you've grown so much!"
Harry grinned up at her. "You look pretty, Healer Thea."
"Thank you. But I'm not your healer anymore so, how about you just call me Thea?"
Harry nodded.
Althea introduced him to Xander, who stared at Harry in awe. "The Boy Who Lived? Wow, what an honour!"
Harry blushed at this and moved closer to Sirius who ruffled his hair in comfort.
"We just call him Harry. Congratulations to both of you! What a beautiful wedding," Sirius told them sincerely, winking at the dark-haired bridesmaid who was smiling at him from across the room.
They spoke in small talk for a bit before Althea and Xander hurried off to greet the other guests. Sirius brought Harry over to Apollo and Medea. Apollo was holding Daphne and their new daughter, Circe, was in Medea's arms. Apollo asked Harry how Marauder was doing and showed him photos of Marauder's brothers and sisters, much to Harry's delight.
They ate dinner and Harry went to play with the other children on the dance floor so Sirius asked the dark-haired bridesmaid to dance. Her name was Persephone. Sirius told her that he had an owl named as such and she grinned at him. They danced together for almost thirty minutes and after checking that Harry was still happily playing with the other children, Sirius let her lead him into a broom cupboard without protest.
In less than five minutes, her dress was hiked up around her waist and Sirius had her knickers bunched into his back pocket, his trousers undone as he rode her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she panted his name, her hands clenching his arse as he shagged her. His fingers slid into her and she arched towards him, her hips desperately moving against him, searching for release. When his other hand tugged the bodice of her gown down and his tongue found her bare breast, she cried out her release and he soon followed.
Twenty minutes later, they both felt immensely better as they straightened their clothing and grinned at each other. Sirius kept her knickers; whispering that she would only get them back later that night, and she kissed the back of his neck as they stumbled out of the cupboard.
Two hours later, Sirius took her again, bent over the vanity in the ladies dressing room. He handed her the knickers across the vanity when they finished.
"Don't forget these, love," he whispered, kissing her goodbye.
Persephone had just grinned at him.
Sirius danced with a few other women and danced with Harry on the dance floor. He had even conned Medea into one dance making the woman smile. Althea and Xander said goodbye and goodnight before the happily married couple took off for their honeymoon. Sirius and Harry took a portkey back to Devon, both exhausted.
Harry rambled on about how much fun he had and how nice it was in Greece while he got ready for bed. But the boy was beyond tired and his eyes were already closing as Sirius tucked him in. He kissed his forehead and told him he loved him, but Harry was already asleep.
Sirius smiled as he watched his godson sleep for a moment. The love he felt for the boy sometimes grabbed him by the heart so tightly that he didn't now how to respond. He was nine years old already and in two short years he would be going to Hogwarts. He was incredibly proud and terrified at the thought.
Sirius closed Harry's bedroom door halfway and headed into his own room with a smile. Time really did fly.
End Author's Notes:
Just to help with the names.
Apollo and Medea Castellanos
Daphne (2)
Circe (8 months)
Althea Castellanos Papakonstantinou and Alexander Papakonstantinou
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