A soft stream of the early morning sunlight made its way into the guest bedroom that Harry was half asleep in. They had been at Remus's parents house for a few days and never had Harry felt this happy before. He let out a yawn and opened his eyes to meet the blurry morning with a smile on his face. This week was also the first time in a while he had seen his Godfather's being the carefree people that they were. Letting out another yawn he stretched and raised his arms above his head, his shirt lifted up revealing the last few traces of bruises on his pale skin. There would be scars both mentally and physically from what his Uncle had done to him but with time all would get better. He tugged his shirt down as the early morning chill tickled his bare skin and rolled onto his side reaching for his glasses on the bed side table. Pushing them onto his face the pale yellow room came into focus and a small smile crept onto his lips. He turned his gaze out the small window that was next to his bed, it seemed almost magical to him. The way the green hills went on for miles and miles and the little pound that set on the edge of the property with a tree next to it that played home to an old rope swing. And if he was to turn his head slightly to the left that he could see one set of goal posts that belong to the Quidditch Practice Pitch that him and Sirius had spent several hours a day playing on. When they first arrived Remus had looked at Harry and told him that it wasn't much but to Harry it was perfect.

Sure he loved living in London in Sirius's old home but it was dark and dusty there. And there was no real backyard let along a front yard for him to run about and play in. But here was different, he could spend hours wondering the grounds and not just confined to the inside of the house. And when Sirius would see him getting restless he would suggest a one on one game of Quidditch, something that they could not do in London. He closed his eyes and leaned against the window pane, this was how a house was supposed to feel. Open and airy, not cramped and dark and dusty. He frowned when he found himself thinking that, he was being silly and he knew that. Of course Sirius's house felt like a home because him and Remus was there. But yet there was just something about Remus's parents house that also felt right. He wondered if his Godfather would get mad if he suggested cleaning out rest of Sirius's house and giving it a fresh coat of paint, he didn't want the man to think he was being ungrateful. He shook his head and opened his eyes pushing it out of his mind. Grimmauld Place was perfect because Sirius and Remus lived there with him. And that's all that really mattered.

He ran a hand through his already messy black hair and pulled the blanket around his shoulders as he began to wonder if Remus and Sirius were up yet-

"Oh bloody hell Padfoot!" came Moony's voice soon answering his question followed by a bark.

A grin spread across Harry's face, since he had been with the two Marauders, Sirius had never turned into Padfoot. He slipped out of bed and made his way down the hallway quietly.

"Padfoot..." Remus tried to scold but the laugh could not be hidden in his voice. The large black dog had him pinned down on the bed and was licking his face all over as Remus tried to push him off, "You're going to make me wake Harry! Now get off-"

Sirius climbed off at Remus and gave him a dog grin before taking his head and nudging the werewolf off of the bed just as Harry entered the doorway. Remus swore as he fell and Harry let out a laugh at the sight of him pulling himself back up to the bed, his clothes rumpled and his face mixed with amusement and annoyance.

"You two are mental!" Harry laughed as he stood in the doorway laughing, Remus raised an eyebrow at him.

"Oh now are we?" he said with a hint of slyness in his voice. Sirius seemed to pick up on it because next thing Harry knew the mass of black fur was rushing towards him. Still laughing he tried to turn and run but stumbled over the bottom of his pajama pants.

"Padfoot, No!" Harry squealed as the large dog put its paws on the boy's shoulders and began to lick his face all over, "Bad dog..." Harry laughed hard as Sirius gave him a playful grow.

Remus walked over to the two and he leaned down, "We're mental huh?" he asked again as a grin spread onto his face as Sirius sat next to Harry keeping his paws on the boy so he couldn't get up.

Harry nodded innocently. Remus stretched out his arms and his hands went to Harry's side, where the boy was the most ticklish at. He squirmed trying to get away laughing but Sirius kept his paws on Harry as Remus tickled him.

"Okay-okay, please."

"You surrender, Cub?" Remus asked pulling his hands away but preparing for another tickle fight in case the boy did not surrender.

"Yes. Now get off me Sirius."

Sirius let out another bark and licked the boy's face and with a 'pop' he turned back into his human form and took a seat next to Harry's head.

"That's what you get for calling us mental." he said with a grin as Remus sat down next to them and pulled Harry up by his arm, "not my fault Remus wouldn't wake up and make me breakfast."

Remus slapped his forehead and rolled his eyes, "So you decided to attack me while I was asleep so I would cook you breakfast..."

"I wouldn't call it an attack Moony, think of it as more of a friendly morning wakening." Sirius said with a grin as he bumped his shoulder into Harry's.

"Friendly morning wakening my ass," Remus said with a grin as he pulled himself off the floor and headed downstairs towards the kitchen.

"Wait for meeeee!" Sirius yelled as he jumped off the floor and followed Remus.

Harry sat there for a minute smiling, his Godfather's were crazy but he wouldn't have it any other way. To him this was the perfect family.

X

"We're going to teach Remus how to fly."

"What?"

"You never learned how to fly...?"

"Oh bloody hell..." Remus put his face into his hands, he wanted to punch Sirius in the face. Him and flying did not mix. He tried to convince Sirius and James once that he simply couldn't get the hang of flying because he was a werewolf and well,simply werewolves did not fly. But in reality he was just terrified of heights.

It was their last full day at his parents house and they all had been getting a bit restless since they were running out of things to do. But never in a million years did he think Sirius would come up with this.

Harry's green eyes watched as Remus drugged his hands down his face and looked pleading at Sirius.

"Why don't you and Harry go play some Quidditch?" he suggested but Sirius shook his head.

"Harry lost the practice Snitch yesterday-"

"What? I did not!" Harry crossed his arms and glared at Sirius who shook his head with a grin.

"Moony Moonshoes, you my friend are going to learn how to fly!"

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you are..."

"And why am I?"

"Because if not..." Sirius rubbed his chin in thought, "than you're going to clean out the third floor bathroom all by yourself."

"You wouldn't..."

"Oh but I would." Sirius replied cheekily.

"Fine. If I fly and don't die or fall off my broom than you have to...you have to...Cook dinner for a week when we get home."

"Deal." And the two Marauders shook on it.

X

Harry trailed behind Remus as they marched towards the Quidditch Pitch, Remus turned around and gave Harry a weak smile, "Any advice Har?"

"Hold on tight and don't go too fast. You'll be fine." he said trying to reassure the man. And when he noticed that Remus stiffen even more and became slightly paler, Harry ran up to him and gave him a quick hug which took Remus by complete surprise but returned the hug.

"You're really going to be fine." Harry said as he let go and stepped in stride with Remus.

"Are you coming Remus? My Grandmum walks faster you than you and she's dead!" called Sirius who was visually bouncing up and down on the balls of his heels. Remus groaned and walked over to his friend who held out the broom to him, Remus took it with a look of disgust. Harry took a seat on the ground to watch his two Godfather's.

Carefully Remus mounted the broom and he felt it lurch forward with anticipation of flying but lucky for him his feet were planted on the ground. He felt his lunch start to churn in his stomach, what was he trying to prove anyways? He could have simply told Sirius no and been down with it. Hell in fact he would have cleaned all the unused bathrooms when they got back home. But no, here he was about to die (he was sure of) because he could not back down from Sirius Black. It was like back in their old school days, when ever Prongs or Padfoot would challenge him to something he could not just back down from it. He just liked to prove others wrong.

He took a deep breathe and kicked off from the ground, as he did the broom began to rise and he tightened his grip on it. Sirius did not say how long, how high, or how fast he had to go. He had simply said that he was going to learn how to fly, he noted how Sirius had indeed not taught him how to fly but just simply held the broom out for him. That was fine by him, he could fly a little but he preferred not to. Clearing his mind, he took another breathe and leaned forward urging the broom to move and pick up speed. He could feel himself shake and slip a bit but he pushed down his fear. Once more he nudged the broom a bit and titled up the broom handle to make it climb in the air. There, he had done it. He had proved Sirius wrong, he overcame his fear of the broom. He heard shouting from the ground and couldn't help but grin until he looked down. He thought their shouts had been of encouragement but he saw three hooded figures gliding towards the house.

Cliff hanger! Haha. Let me know what you think as always. Update later in the week, unless you know you guys comment than it might come sooner than that!