Harry loves us. I can see it when he looks at us.

I can see it in the way his eyes trace Lucius' cheekbones, in the way he accidentally brushes against Severus' side to feel his warm skin, even in the way he talks and laughs with Sirius. His eyes light up so much his whole face glows.

The hardest thing for me to fathom though, is the way he looks at me.

Softly. I even…sometimes the way he looks at me makes me weak, makes my stomach twist into knots.

He brings me coffee in the morning, shyly knocking on our door to ensure he never walks in on his godfather and me in a compromising position. Sirius, cheerful even first thin g in the morning, laughs at him every morning whilst I mutter my thanks but we never talk about him when he's gone. I lie in bed and drink my coffee, Sirius showers and we both go down to breakfast.

No matter how early I am, Lucius is always up. He kisses me and takes a sip of my coffee but he won't let me make him some. I offered a lot, in the early days and he told me Malfoy's don't drink coffee. Severus is a night owl, so we both know not to expect him for a long while yet, but Sirius will appear once he's out of the shower. Harry usually beats him down, appearing in the kitchen with his hair every which way, a bleary smile on his face. His birthday is in a week. He's so much lighter, happier now. For weeks at the end of his sixth year, he had nightmares, screaming awful ones that drove all of us out of bed and to his side. Sirius would hug him and stroke his hair as he called out whilst the rest of us stood around helplessly. I remember them well. Severus would never say anything about it, but I know he stayed up many nights trying to find a dreamless sleep potion that wasn't addictive so Harry could sleep away his fears. Lucius bought him beautiful clothes to wear, and Sirius took him flying.

I couldn't do anything. I was the useless one. Now, I look around at us all from over the rim of my book. Sirius, my first lover, ever since our fifth year at Hogwarts. Sirius is tapping his fingers on a chair, looking out the window. He wants something to do. Severus, poor blind Severus. He is beautiful, underneath his scowls and rages, and I am glad Sirius and I found that our before we left Hogwarts. It was our seventh year when Severus joined me in Sirius' bed, so quiet and shy he barely spoke a word through it all. Then we turned 17. We came of age and our soul bonds came into being. Lucius came last into our foursome, last but not least! As Sirius always says.

It was the end of year feast. James, as Head Boy, was making a speech. Lilly stood by his side, grinning fondly at him. I scanned the head table, noting many guests. Cornelius Fudge, vice-Minister of Magic smiled from the head table. Next to him, his secretary, Dolores someone.

Next to Dumbledore, on his left sat a tall man with long, light brown hair. Lord Malfoy of Wiltshire. It wasn't at him that I was staring however; it was at his only son, Lucius. He was 23, I vaguely remembered him from when I was in first year. Now all three of us were over age, we could feel what previously only Severus, the oldest of us could feel. We were missing a piece, and that piece was sitting in front of us, calmly sipping at his wine. I swallowed hard and turned to Sirius. "Siri, look at the head table."

Sirius looked up, a mouthful of food hanging out his mouth. He spotted who I was looking at and let his breath out in a long hiss.

The three of us had made plans involving a bottle of wine and the room of requirement, but suddenly it seemed we'd have to accommodate one more. James finished his speech and sat down next to me. "What's up Moony? You look a bit funny."

"I think… James you know how hard it was for you to accept Severus?"

"Yeah."

"Well I have some more bad news for you." I looked pointedly in Malfoy's direction.

"Oh you have to be joking!" James laughed.

"Nope." James looked down the table. "Snape?"

Severus grunted, embarrassed. "Yeah I feel it."

(Of course, we discovered later that Snape's embarrassment came from the fact that he and Lucius had snuck in a quick pash before the feast but at the time, I thought it was just ordinary awkwardness.)

James looked hopefully at Sirius. Sometimes, in a relationship like ours, not everyone is linked. Just because we three were, didn't mean that all three of us would be linked to Lucius, but judging by the grin on Padfoot's face, we all were. I already felt different when I glanced up at the head table again.

James shook his head. "You are going to have the weirdest bonding ceremony ever." He commented finally, turning back to his food.

I sighed. Harry looked so much like his father, but his personality was quite different. We sat quietly in the warmth of the room listening to the rain. I lean back more, Sirius keeps stroking my hair. He looks up.

"Are you hungry Harry?" he asks. Harry shakes his head slowly but Sirius leaps to his feet anyway, kicking me in the ear in the process. "Oops sorry Moony." He says, dashing to the door. "I'm making dinner, okay?" he announces to the room.

"We have house-elves for a reason Black." Lucius says lazily, moving to take Sirius' vacated chair. He pulls my head onto his lap with his long cold fingers. From the corner of my eye, I see Harry watching. He shivers. "Lazy pureblood!" Padfoot shouts from the kitchen. I can hear him singing, he must be in a very good mood. "So, Harry, your birthday is coming up. Looking forward to it?" Lucius asked abruptly.

Harry jumps. "Yes." He flashes a brilliant smile. "School after that too. Ron and I are prefects, and Hermione and Terry Boot are Head Girl and Boy."

"Whose Quidditch captain?" I ask.

"Ron and I are sharing."

Lucius rolls his eyes. "You are allowed to have power without sharing it you know."

Harry looks shocked. "I was going to give up Quidditch altogether but Moony and Padfoot talked me out of it, so Ron and I have to share, we're the oldest and have been playing the longest. Besides, I didn't play for 5th, so it's only fair."

"I don't see how that makes it fair." His companion drawled but allowed a brief smile to escape at Harry's expression. Harry had successfully changed the subject from his birthday, and I judging by Severus' smirk he'd just realized it. I breathed in deeply. Three of us were looking at Harry, and Sirius was sill singing in the kitchen. Tension was in the air, a faint sense underneath the casual talk and friendly banter. Padfoot and I have always loved Harry in an uncle-ish sort of way, but ever since Harry came to live with us in his fifth year, when the four of us rescued him from the MoM, it's changed. He's less the boy and more the man, less 'James Potter's son' and more Harry. Severus and Lucius were against the idea of him living with us until they saw what kind of family the Dursely's were to him, and now they love him just as we do.

The problem is, it's not in a paternal way. I can feel it. We've even talked about it once, quietly at night when we're all in bed. We haven't found a bed yet that will fit all four, so there are two doubles in our room, and we switch sometimes. Severus never said a word, but he listened. We're not sure what to do, so I think we're all waiting and hoping the problem goes away- except for Lucius who has no problem at all. He's not a pseudo-godfather, or former bitter teacher, just a man.

Sirius

I had to leave the room. I was going to explode. Touching Remus always gets me hot and bothered and to have Harry sitting across from us, looking so forlorn, practically begging to be folded in my arms was too much. It was either leave, or leap from my chair and take him right then and there, in front of the horrified gazes of my mates. Besides, he's underage.

For another week anyway.

Aargh what am I saying! He's my godson!

I sung a bit louder, and stirred the soup.

This story will stay in the present, however I may write a sequel/prequel exploring things that are only mentioned lightly in this chapter, such as the Remus/Sirius/Severus relationship and the Lucius/Severus one. It will be mostly from Harry's POV.