Chapter Four



It never failed that every morning, Harry would be awaken by Draco's movements or light brushes against the cheek. It had been the first summer of bliss on Privet Drive. The Dursleys, were not nasty, they ignored him, and apparently Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon warned Dudley, for he did not make any comments to the teen when they were in vicinity of one another. Aunt Petunia, was almost nice.

Pier Polkiss however, was a different story. A couple of times, Harry had to keep his door locked, in fear of greasy rat trying to get in. It was a bit disconcerting, to know that some creepy teenager, wanted to rape him. When Draco wasn't around, Harry was quite leery of leaving the room.

The young teen received several letters from his friends, Ron and Hermione, but they seemed very spare and very - subtle. Even the letters from Sirius, didn't have much in them, and it was kind of depressing to know that they didn't seem to have any time for him. Ron and Hermione's letter's sounded as if they were together, and even Sirius' sounded vaguely like theirs; that was depressing. He didn't mind, not being with them, because Draco was a positive godsend. But, it kind of hurt, that their letters were so scrawny. Even Ron's, which was usually chalk full of information that he and the twins had been doing over the summer holiday.

Nothing was in the newspaper, at all about Voldemort. But it wasn't until Draco showed him tiny articles with his or Dumbledore's name slipped into it that he noticed, just what the Ministry had in mind for him and the Headmaster. Draco told him, that according to his father, the Minister was trying to discredit him and Dumbledore as much as possible. It was a bit unnerving to see his name slipped in during every day articles that had nothing to do with him. It was making Harry out to be an attention seeking little child, with Dumbledore as an old and bumbling baffoon. Harry was more upset over the discrediting of Dumbledore, rather than himself. All this babbling in the paper was getting him down.

He sighed and threw it across the room, sick of looking at it. He sat there in Indian style on his bed, staring down at the scarlet floor. He was wearing camoflauge black and white trousers, they hung low against his hips and were baggy in the legs. He had a white tank top and a black unbutton shirt over it, to match. His hair was pulled back, a camoflauge bandana in his hair and he was wearing a silver necklace, which had been a gift from Draco, for his birthday gift.

Harry's dreams had become more and more peculiar, the locked doors, the continuous shuffling from corridor to corridor, that he did not recognize. He figured it was the trapped feeling. And if that wasn't enough, then the most insane and bizarre things began to happen. While Draco was coming by, a little less through out the summer, because of his father. He had been all that kept Harry's sanity in check. He was restless, and he wanted to get out and do something, but Draco had strongly suggested NOT to go outside, that according to his father, the Ministry were a threat to him, they would try anything to hush him up, no matter how cruel or deadly the means were.

For a few days, Harry had listened, believing Draco had his best interests at heart, but then, the bottled frustrations of being confined overwhelmed him. He sat there, on his bed, glaring at the scarlet carpet. It was mid-afternoon, and Harry could feel the warm air breezing in cooling down the excessive heat that July had consummated. And now, here Harry was, sitting bored, not knowing if or when Draco would be arriving. With Dudley and his friends gone, Harry would like to take full advantage of going outside, without the fear of being frisked.

Harry dropped his feet to the floor, and he stood and stretched, and huffed as he stared at Hedwig. "I'm tired of this." He threw his hands up and dropped them carelessly to his side.

He was about to leave for the heck of it, when Draco tapped once on the door and entered, he arched an eyebrow, when he saw Harry's irritated look. "I'm sorry Harry." said Draco, softly. The door was half cracked, and Draco stood just inside.

Irritation splashed across the dark headed teen's face he grumbled and adjusted the black and white bandana in his hair, "I'm leaving." said Harry, "I'm sick of this, I'm sick of sitting in this room." He jerked his hands up frustrated.

"Harry, please!" Draco held out his hand trying to stop him, he walked in further, "You have - no idea - the lengths the Ministry would go too, just to keep your mouth shut." Draco felt bad, for trying to keep Harry locked up, but he didn't want anything to happen.

He tried to get the emotions of his feelings on his face, but the teen was so vexed, that he paid absolutely no attention, and instead rolled his eyes, "I don't care anymore!" declared Harry, "I'm sick of being - locked up like someone in Azkaban!" He began to pace, and he crossed his arms over his chest. His cheeks flushing in the process.

Draco looked both ways, and out the window briefly, before glancing back to his partner, "If the Ministry gets a hold of you Harry, you might just end up there." snapped Draco, testily. "You don't want to go looking for trouble!"

Harry's head shot up, and he looked at Draco, almost warily. That was exactly, what Sirius Black had said in his letter to Harry, the other day. "Looking for trouble?" whispered Harry, "Why the hell would I look for trouble? I want to take a walk, smell the fresh air! Come on, Draco, I have been confined-" The teen had desperation in his voice, and his eyes were so intense, Draco looked away quickly.

"Rather confined than killed!" retorted Draco, crossly. "Do you have any idea, the danger you're putting yourself in?" He rubbed his jaw and then his cheek, trying to be patient with Harry. Draco couldn't blame him, for being so upset. He would be too.

"I'm not going to die by going on a walk!" Harry's voice was rising, slightly. "All,I want to do is go outside - for a while!"

"Please, Harry,"

"No!" Harry shoved passed Draco, and scaled down the steps, he opened the front door, when Draco raced after him, ungracefully and then slammed the door shut, causing Harry's eyes to narrow.

"You can't leave!" Draco exclaimed. "Harry, you cannot take the risk!"

"Move Draco!" shouted Harry, "Let me out!"

"No! I can't do that. I am not going to be responsible -"

"I'm not a two year old!!!" spat Harry, throwing his hands up.

"No, you're not! But you're an underage wizard, who can't do magic, outside of Hogwarts or in a muggle neighbourhood," Draco stated, "if you go out there, and something happens -"

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had heard the commotion from the living room and were now watching, one with curious and the other with annoyance on his face, as he heard, wizard and magic, all in one sentence.

"Bloody Hell, Draco, nothing is going to happen, now move it, or be moved!"

Draco arched an eyebrow, "Really think you can move me without magic?"

Harry screamed out in frustration, "If you - don't let me out, I will do accidental magic! Ask them!" said Harry, pointing to his relatives. "What happened, the last time I got so angry at your sister, Uncle Vernon?" He looked to his uncle, who had gone as purple/red as a raddish.

Uncle Vernon nodded vigorously, "They came! Those - others."

Desperate, Draco said softly, "Harry, please, listen to me."

"I've listened to you for a week now! I've been in my room day in and day out! I'm not doing it any longer. Move from the fucking door!"

Draco stood there, and crossed his arms, "No, I can't do that."

Harry gripped the door, as Draco leaned against it with his weight. "You really - want me to break this door?" asked Harry, scathingly.

"I doubt you could." said Draco, assessing him.

"Wanna bet?" challenged Harry, through clenched teeth. He jerked, Draco, was moved slightly with the door. It opened halfway, only for Draco to come up and wrap his arms around Harry, to pull him away.

"No." snapped Draco, forcefully.

Harry glared darkly at him, "Let go-"

"No."

"Let go."

"No."

"Yes." Harry's voice had become so low. His brilliant green eyes glared up at him, Draco's locked with his.

Harry felt the blood pumping in his ears, and a throbbing sensation washed over him, almost as if his breathing was being restricted, and before Draco knew it, he jumped away, letting go of Harry, as if he had been zapped with something electric.

Harry not giving it a thought, yanked the door and walked out, and took off, leaving Draco cursing.

Just as it got dark, Harry found out just how very wrong he had been, and just how right Draco Malfoy really was. It really should not have come as a surprise , when the stars in the sky suddenly went black and a bitter coldness swept from the alley in Magnolia Crescent, and if getting attacked in the middle of the blackness by Dementors wasn't enough, then what really got bad, was the fact that his cousin was caught up into the middle of it and nearly killed.

It had all happened in swift succession, the darkness, Dementor attack, patronus, Mrs. Figg, Privet Drive, Aunt Petunia; the infamous Howler, the Ministry of Magic expulsion letter, and then the next letter just five minutes after that telling him that he had to await trial. It was like a dream, a scary dream that seemed endless. The last thing he knew, was locking himself up into his room and pressing his back against the door and then sliding down to the floor like a puppet being let go from its string. He tucked his knees up to his chest, his face pale and the sweat pouring from his scalp. How he was able to carry Dudley from Magnolia to the house was beyond him, but he was drained of all energy, and all he could do was bow his head and press it against his knees, and murmured, "I'm so sorry Draco." He whispered, as he closed his eyes, and brought his hands up, he threw off the bandana, and wiped the sweat underneath it.

He just had to go and be so stupid, didn't he? He had to ignore the warnings, Draco gave him. He had even tried to stop Harry, by force. That was how much Draco had really cared for his wellbeing, and now, here he was all alone feeling this empty darkness sweep his body, and a helplessness he had not had before. The image of being expelled washed across his mind and slipped down his body and chilled his heart. He shuddered, and swallowed the saliva that had built up in his mouth.

He was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. All, because he wanted to get out for some fresh air. Why, didn't he listen to Draco? He could see Snape's face right now, and the dark arched eyebrow upwards into the greasy hairline. The condescending voice, the points, and then the abominable detention he would receive for stupidity. The letters that were left on his bed, he didn't need to open them. He didn't need to hear it from Ron and Hermione at the very moment. Especially, Hermione. Ron would just write a rehearsed letter, from Hermione's point of view, rather than his own. Sirius' words of comfort weren't as rehearsed however. He was the only one who knew what it was like to be held prisoner. To be locked up for something that you could not helped. At that moment he felt so very small. He felt weak and detached from his being.

It took the rest of Harry's energy to move from his place on the floor to the furthest corner of the room. He remembered doing this inside of his cupboard, when he was a little boy. He'd scoot as far into the corner as he could and try to minimize himself from the world, and now - here he was, fifteen years old, sitting in the blackest corner of the room, his head against the wall and his eyes closed, desperately blocking the light of the moon outside.

The stars had betrayed him tonight, the moon had lied to him and abandoned him in that alley with his defenceless cousin, and then - his worst fear was brought upon him like ice cold water showering the unsuspecting.

Harry had been so enraptured with his thoughts, that he did not see the door opening, nor did he see Draco standing there, clad in wizard robes instead of muggle clothes.

Draco looked around the room and it had only taken a second to find who he was looking for. He heaved a sigh, closed the door and walked over to the corner. He said nothing as he sank down next Harry.

The smaller teenager jumped in surprise, having been wallowing in his shame, he had not even felt him sit down. Harry swallowed, "I'm sorry." said Harry, quietly. Draco gave him a temperate look, while brushing his hair out of the way, slipping pieces behind his ears. He then wrapped his arms around Harry, pulling him close.

He collapsed into his arms, clinging to Draco, for all it was worth. "I'm sick of being locked up!" He whispered desperately, fisting Draco's robes, "I'm sick of being detained, like a prisoner…" He began to cry gently, unable to help it any longer. His shoulder's shook, as his body was consumed with guilt and desolation.

Draco tenderly rocked him, trying to calm the unhinged feeling that was claiming Harry's being. "I hate - ALL of this! If - it isn't bad enough I - I'm l- locked up, I- its worse w- when your friends d- don't even w- write properly." All Draco could do was hold Harry, rock him, and stroke his dark hair. "I'm sorry, I yelled at you. I - I should have listened. I was just frustrated…" His voice cracked and his throat felt as if it were being rubbed with sandpaper.

"I know you were." whispered Draco, pressing his mouth against Harry's head. "I would be too in your situation." He was so calm;

Harry was surprised that Draco wasn't giving him snide or cynical comments about how great of a job he did going out and doing exactly what he had feared. But, none came.

"I - I never meant to - take my irritation out on you. I was stupid-" said Harry, moving his face from Draco's robe. "You've done nothing but help me, and I just - slapped you in the face." He shook his head, "I'm sorry." His voice was full of shame.

"Sssh." Draco pressed his finger against Harry's lips. "Don't worry about that."

"But, I do." said Harry, "I would have completely lost my sanity by now, had it not been for you. My friends don't even write me - I'm stuck here - at least you are here, and I - I should have taken your warning more seriously. I - I was completely evil, to you."

"What's done is done. Now, we have to prepare to get you out of this mess."

Harry haved a sigh, "This is so screwed up."

"It is." said Draco. "The legal system is a fucking quack. To beat it, sometimes you have to stoop to their level."

"Not sure, if I can go so low."

"You may not be able too. But, I can."

Harry leaned back and looked up at him, "What do you mean by that?"

Draco smiled, "You'll see."




Now, here Harry sat, in this musky, dusty, and corrosively nasty house without Draco, staring out the window into the darkened night, while his two friends cringed, visibly. Hermione sporting sores on her finger, because of Hedwig, and Ron had a scar on his cheek from where Hedwig's claws had dug into the Weasley teen.

Harry wasn't speaking, he was too angry and annoyed. He continued to listen to Hermione's ramblings about how they weren't allowed to put too much information into a letter. Blah, blah, blah. Harry however, wasn't up for listening. Hermione was on the edge of tears. Ron was looking a bit worried, and trying to find something to lure Harry into a conversation with.

He was too upset to yell, scream, and rant. He just - wanted too sit there, give them the silent treatment. It was so much worse. There was a distinct crack and Fred and George appeared in all their glory, and soon after Ginny appeared.

Fred and George tried their hardest to get Harry to speak to them, but he only looked at them; Ginny sat next to Hermione, stroking Crookshanks and watching Harry, closely.

"Harry, say anything!" begged Hermione. "I can't stand this silent treatment."

"Oh, the silent treatment YOU gave me for a month?" asked Harry hotly. "You don't like it do you?"

"They wouldn't let us, Harry." said Hermione, nearly in tears.

"We couldn't!" said Ron, "We were warned."

"Was your mother and father looking over your shoulder?" snapped Harry. "Since, when do YOU listen to directions?"

Fred grinned widely, "He has a point, Ronnikins, did you go Percy on us?" he teased.

Ron growled, "Don't even associate me with that two faced bastard!"

"What's up with Percy?" asked Harry, suddenly. Grateful for a change of subject, Ron launched into the big squabble his parents and Percy had, over Harry and Dumbledore. "Geez and Percy was bloody Head Boy? How thick can he get?" Was Harry's remark.

"That's what we say." said George sitting on th bed. "He's become quite the little bastard in the family."

"Making mum cry." Fred scowled. "Pissing dad off! It's hard to piss dad off."

Ginny rolled her eyes, Percy needs to be attacked from all sides with a beater bat." Hermione had kept out of it, because, well, she wasn't a sibling, and Harry didn't mention what he would like to do to the brother as well, out of respect.

"Are you still mad." asked Hermione timidly.

"Yes, I'm mad! I'm pissed off." scowled Harry. "Have you ever been locked up?" He snapped. "Have you ever, had to put up with three despicable relatives? I don't know about you, but being locked up sucks."

"N- no, I'm sorry, Harry. It's not our faults!" insisted Hermione. "We've been here! Cleaning, that's it. While the Order has been downstairs."

"The Order?"

Fred answered for Hermione, "The Order of the Phoenix. Dumbledore created it, during the last reign of You Know Who."

"Only adults out of school are allowed to attend." said George. "Which makes no sense." Seeing Harry's face, he added quickly, "I mean, you've done more than half them adults, and they still won't let you in."

"I'm not surprised. They all want to hold onto the last of their dignity." Mumbled Harry, leaning back against the chair.

Harry felt unsettled. He really, really did not like what was going on, or how things were being worked. He hated it even more, when they all went downstairs, Sirius and Mrs. Weasley got into it, and finally, the little information Harry picked up wasn't fit for anything, and it was all under the watchful glare of Mrs. Weasley.

Sirius had actually, been trying to talk to him, but the glares weren't helping any. Harry just found himself leaning against Sirius, with a heaved sigh.

He looked over at his godson sadly, and ran a hand over the boy's small back. "You'll be alright kid. You have luck, like no one else I've ever known." He whispered to Harry, who looked up at him.

"You're the only one who knows what it feels like to be locked up."

Sirius nodded, "I asked them not to do that." He said, with sincerity. "I asked them, not to lock you up, not to keep you confined to that muggle place, but no one ever listens to me."

"I know, Sirius. I'm not mad at you, I'm frustrated."

Sirius smiled and moved his arm and wrapped it around his godson, who scooted closer. "I know you are, Harry. I would be too."

There were people were watching them shrewdly. It was annoying. "Sirius?" He questioned.

Sirius looked down, and then leaned over and whispered into the boy's ear, "I didn't quite agree with keeping you out of the loop of information. They think, I am going to spill the beans so to say."

"Would you if I asked?" Pondered Harry, to Sirius.

"With eyes like that?" asked Sirius. "How could I resist?"

Harry laughed lightly, "Thank you, Sirius. I liked that answer."

"No problem."

Harry found himself unable to sleep that night, as he sat on the edge of his bed. Ron was out like a light, and Harry could have sworn something snickered in the blank portrait just opposite of his bed. He was wearing blue silk night pants and a white tank top. He stood, giving up, and made his way quietly out of the bedroom and into the rickety hallway. This place was creepy, thought Harry, mildly as he took the steps quietly.

When he entered the kitchen, he stopped when he saw Remus Lupin and Sirius sitting there talking over a cup of tea. Well, Remus was drinking tea, Sirius was drinking Firewhisky.

"Harry!" said Sirius, his eyes lighting up.

"Hi, Harry." said Remus' gentle voice.

"Hey." said Harry, rubbing his arm unconsciously.

"Couldn't sleep? Come on, pull up a seat." said Sirius, with a smile.

Smiling softly, Harry did just that.

"There's no Molly, here so -" The animagus flicked his wand, and a shot glass appeared in front of Harry, and Sirius poured him a glass of Firewhisky.

"Sirius." said Remus, in a slight warning tone, but his mouth had a smile on it, and his eyes glittered. "You really, think that's wise?"

"I don't care. It's Harry." He seemed to stress, Harry's name, as the teen stared at the amber liquid.

"I've never had Firewhisky." He said, curiously.

"It's good. Take down in one gulp."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that…" said Remus, "That might burn his vocal cords."

"Nah, he's a Potter. He can take it." insisted Sirius, a grin on his face.

Harry shrugged, "Here goes nohting." he raised it to his lips and then, the next thing the two adults knew, he necked it all back. He coughed a moment, held his flaming mouth, and his eyes watered. "Holy shit."

Sirius barked with laughter, Remus grinned; "Now, you know why they call it Firewhisky." drawled the werewolf

"No kiddin'?" Harry coughed, and breathed out. "Wow, that's - kicking." He said, licking his lips. It had a good taste to it though. "I like it." He insisted; Sirius laughed, and poured him another. "Maybe, I'll drink this one a bit slower."

Remus chuckled, and sipped at his tea.

"Oh, I wanted to give you these." said Sirius, flicking his wand. There were two letters on the table. "They arrived earlier, about an hour ago. I didn't want anyone getting a hold of them and reading them, just in case they were private."

Harry saw Draco's handwriting, and went for them immediately. The teen wasn't exactly sure if he could trust Remus or Sirius, but he would rather Sirius get a hold of his letters than Molly or Moody. He ripped the letter open;

Dear Harry,

Hey, I've written to let you know, that everything will be fixed. You will not be expelled, and I don't think a trial will be held, if we could help it. We Malfoys have a few things up our sleeves. I will be out of touch with you for a couple days. I have a few leads to check up on, and a couple people to see, anyway. I wanted you to stop worrying your pretty little head. Where are you? Are you safe? Your relatives said, that you had taken off with a group of wizards. I guess, they finally removed you. The only problem is, I miss you, now. I'm used to coming over every day, and I can't do that. Cherity can't even get to you, so it must be protected, in quite the way. I'll be here, waiting for your reply. I don't think, my mind will rest until I know you're one hundred percent safe. From your own handwriting. I miss you, want you, and need you, Harry.

Love,
Draco

Harry smiled, feeling his heart flutter, as he gently closed the letter, and glanced up to see both adults staring curiously. "Just a friend."

"Oh? Looks like more than just a friend, from the look on your face." teased Sirius. "Who've you been seeing?"

The teen blushed, "I- I you wouldn't understand." He insisted, laying it flat on the table. "My friends wouldn't even understand." he added more ruefully.

"Ooh, a mystery." said Sirius, looking gleeful. "Harry has a mystery lover Remus."

"So it seems." said Remus with amusement. "Why wouldn't we understand?"

"It's unorthodox." He didn't know why he was telling these two, so much information. He glanced over his shoulder at the door instinctively. "Not many people would approve of it." Sirius and Remus exchanged looks, of amusement. "People, would even go so far as to think, that I've been douced with a love potion or something. But, that's anything but the truth."

"Who is it?" asked Remus, his werewolf curiosity peaked. "We won't say a word."

Just as Harry's blush had been receeding it came back, "I- I don't know, if I should say. You'll both get bright ideas."

"How do you know?" asked Sirius. "You don't hardly know us. Maybe its time we all got together, without Molly Weasley and the others, and know each other."

That was true, Harry did not know Sirius or Remus, and they were the last link to his parents. "I'd like that."

"Well, tell us!" said Remus.

Harry gushed, "Uhm, it's a boy." he said, for starters.

Remus and Sirius exchanged glances, they grinned, and looked back at Harry, "What's so bad about that?" asked Sirius, cheerfully.

"Well, I don't know about the magical world, but in the muggle world its kind of strange for people to see that."

"No, not here, it's as normal as night and day. Most of your witches and wizards have no preferrance." said Remus. "It's always been that way."

"Oh, that's good." said Harry, mild relief showing upon his face.

"Take Remus, and I for instance." Remus blushed at the words of Sirius. "We're not just friends, you know."

Harry laughed at this, and Remus cleared his throat, "We're not talking about us Sirius."

"Why not?" asked Harry, with a smile. "I need to get to know you two. I only know the professor side of you, Remus. I daresay that's not enough."

Remus smiled, "You can Harry." He said, with honesty. "It was my fault before. I have a fear of rejection."

"Don't we all?" Remarked Harry.

Sirius cleared, his throat, "Okay, okay, Harry, who are you seeing?"

"Seriously, you wouldn't approve of it. Ron would think I was a nutter, and Hermione well - I don't know how she would take it. She's weird."

"Is it that controversial?" asked Remus, arching an eyebrow. "Okay, if its so - strange, then tell us, how did it begin, with this said boy?"

Harry could do that. "Well, it was a couple nights after Cedric's death and everything. I was feeling particularly up in the air, and I was in the trophy room, staring at Cedric's plaque. I won't lie, I blamed myself, so bad for it all. I started crying - I couldn't help it. People around me, coming up to me, asking me questions a couple looking at me, as if I'm a murderer. I just - I couldn't handle it." Harry had a distant look on his face.

Sirius' arm went around Harry, and pulled him closer. Harry took a soft breath and then said, "I was there, and then - in comes the last person in the world, I expected. He really was, I wasn't paying attention to whom it was, I was that distraught, and I literally cried on him - until I realized, that I did not recognize the smell. I looked up and I saw him there - it was a surreal second. It was something that should not have occurred, but it did. One thing lead to another and we - er - sort of got a little physical." Sirius grinned widely, as Remus smiled delicately at him. Harry was flaming in the cheeks. "I'd never - experienced that before, and I couldn't believe it was with HIM, of all people. After that- I - I figured, y'know, it would just be a one time, desperate moment thing? But, it wasn't. We'd made a few eye contacts, but not talking, because - well - we just didn't associate like that, in past unless we were attacking one another. Then he sent me a letter about a day before the Hogwart's Express, telling me not to forget. I went - back to the Dursleys. He came to the Dursleys." Harry felt himself smile. A true smile. It had been the only time, he was ever happy on Privet Drive.

Eyebrows went upwards, "Did he really?"

"Yeah, he was livid at the arrangements. I was still a bit - baffled mind you, because this wasn't a regular occurance. But, we just - I don't know, talked and talked some more until it became comfortable and relaxed. He has spent over half the summer with me." He sighed, and looked down, "He warned me- he told me that the Ministry would do anything to hush me up." Remus and Sirius exchanged looks.

"He told me, to stay inside the house. I got a bit - er - mad at him, I sort of lashed out at him, cause of my frustrations. I didn't listen to him, and - well - look what happened." He murmured, "Worthy of a Snape kick in the arse." He took the dark red liquid and swallowed it in one gulp, he grimaced visibly from the taste, and felt his throat and stomach burning.

"How did he know?" asked Remus.

"His father, has thick ties in the Ministry. His father isn't exactly on my favorites list."

"Now - you have me bubbling with curiosity." said Sirius, hardly able to stay seated, "Who? Is it?"

For a moment Harry hesitated, "D- Draco Malfoy." The name sent a shiver up Harry's spine, and he closed his eyes for one moment to picture his face. When he did, he found himself smiling on the inside.

A thick pregnant pause settled in and Harry found himself unable to look up. "Holy, shit! My godson is in a scandal of the year!!!" Whooped Sirius Black, with a large grin on his face.

Harry's head shot up and he saw that Sirius looked gleeful and Remus, looked amused. "Y- you mean you're not freaked out?"

Sirius was dancing around with an exultant expression, "Hell no! This is wicked! This is the best story I've heard since, that little Longbottom kid made a boggart Snape wear his grannies clothes. Scandal baby! I want to be around to see it!"

Remus chuckled, "Sirius-" He gave his partner a look, before glancing at Harry. "Are you serious about him?"

Sirius laughed, "Of course he is! Why wouldn't he be!"

"I wasn't asking you." said Remus, dryly.

"Sure you were! You said my name."

Harry sniggered with amusement, as Remus rolled his eyes and looked to Harry,

He nodded, "I think so. You'd have to see Draco's personality with me, to understand."

Remus smiled, "I'm not going to say anything out of the way." He said, kindly. "I wouldn't dream of it."

"Really, and if there is one thing that has taught me never to judge a person based upon! It's the family. Look at my family!" said Sirius, waving his hand around. "They were dark, nasty, creepy, and Deatheater material, hell even my little brother Regulus became a Deatheater."

"He did?" asked Harry shocked.

"Oh yeah, when he was about fifteen or sixteen. Got in way over his head, did he? Whew."

"What happened?"

"He was killed. Tried to get out of Voldemort's services. Well, you don't just walk up to the bastard and hand in your two week notice. You can get in, but going out means sacrificing your life."

"Technically, once a Deatheater, always a Deatheater." Remus told Harry. "It's like muggle gangs."

Harry looked at Sirius, "I'm sorry, I had no idea, this was even your house."

"Yeh." said Sirius darkly. "It's the only thing I could offer to the Order, since my head is on the chopping block on all bloody sides. The Deatheaters know about me being an animagus, now that Wormtail is with them and there's a fifty thousand galleon prize upon my head, for the capture of me." Harry leaned into Sirius and pressed his head against his chest. Sirius rubbed his arm affectionately. "So you and a Malfoy? Wow!"

Harry blushed, "Believe me, it wasn't planned."

"Nothing ever is, Harry." reminded Remus.

"I don't know, I - I need Draco." said Harry, quietly. "He's something, I never had, or never thought of having. I mean - it's - strange."

"You don't have to explain." said Remus, gently.

"Yeah, he does!" said Sirius, eagerly. "I have to live through SOMEONE. Might as well be my gorgeous godson!!"

Harry laughed, and looked up at his godfather and kissed him on the cheek. "Draco, made me get a whole new wardrobe. He also did something to my relatives, still not sure what but, its to the point where they were amiable."

"Really?" said Remus, his eyes glittering, as Sirius clapped his hands.

"I'd like to have seen their look." crowed Sirius, with a grin. "I think, I could like this Draco Malfoy. Malfoy, he is, but he sounds worthy of my acceptance."

"Yeah, he made sure that they wouldn't bother me again or make me work out in the garden when it was scorching outside." said Harry, and then smiled, "Draco is for real. Believe me, out of all the fights we've had over the years, I can tell when he's a fake and when he's not. This side of Draco, I doubt even his friends have seen. He said, his father is letting him choose his own path. In a lot of way's we're a like."

"Harry, you've always had good judgement." said Remus, "I may not have known you as well as I would have liked, but I have always known that your judgement has always been good about people. You give people chances, just like Dumbledore does, you let people get to know you and you forgive. I believe, we can accept your word on it, Harry and hold it true."

Sirius nodded, "That's right. Unlike Molly, we do not believe you as a child. You're a teenager - yes - but you're no longer a child. You haven't been since you faced Lord Voldemort for the first time in your life. I believe, plenty of adults tend to forget that. There are a lot of rules that do not apply to you, Harry."

"Draco told me, I'm the Prince of Impossible."

Remus smiled, "You very well are. The King of Impossible doesn't possess a human form."

Harry could only smile, feeling relief swim over him. At least someone was on his side, two someones. Someones, he would like to get to know better. He got up and he hugged both Remus and Sirius, before declaring he was finally tired enough to get a little sleep.

Remus patted him on the small of his back, "Good night, Harry."

"Night Remus, night Sirius!"