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Summary: Remus and Sirius help Harry understand and celebrate Mother's Day.

AN: Harry is about seven in this story, which would make Dora about fourteen or fifteen and in her fourth year at Hogwarts. This takes place during the Easter holidays. Please read the author's note at the bottom before leaving a review. Also, the words with all the hyphens denote them being sounded out(you'll understand when you get to it).

AN 2: Dedicated to all mothers of humans or animals, you make the world a better place.

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Harry bit his lip as he looked at the brightly colored displays in Diagon Alley.

"What do you think of these, Harry?" Dora was saying pointing to some scarves in Madame Malkin's.

Harry shrugged, he liked spending time with Dora but he didn't know the first thing about what girls liked. Sirius and Remus never wore scarves like the ones she was pointing at, Sirius always said he hated having anything around his neck.

The whole reason he and Dora were in Diagon Alley was because Mother's Day was coming up and Uncle Ted had given Dora some money to pick out something for Aunt Andromeda and so Dora had taken Harry with her to Diagon Alley to pick out a present and so they could hang out, something that they hadn't been able to do since she started Hogwarts, especially now that her O.W.L.s were coming up.

Harry looked glumly around at the signs, just about every shop had something for Mother's Day, but he didn't have a mother. His mother was in Heaven with his dad.

"I don't know, Dora. Sirius and Remus never wear that stuff."

Dora's face fell and her bright pink hair went back to mousy brown, "I'm so sorry, Harry, I wasn't thinking. We'll get Mum's present and I'll take you to Fortescue's, okay?"

Harry nodded, perking up at the promise of ice cream.

Dora picked out a scarf that even Harry thought Aunt Andromeda would love, then they went to Fortescue's and had ice cream and talked. Dora told him all about the fun she was having at Hogwarts, about her classes and the teachers and how well her friend Charlie Weasley was doing at Quidditch.

All too soon, Dora looked at her watch and said that they needed to get home. They caught the Knight Bus and after a heart-stopping ride, they arrived back home.

Sirius was worried as he watched his godson as they ate dinner. Harry was usually a lively and talkative child but today he seemed very withdrawn. Sirius wasn't sure why, Harry and Dora had always liked spending time together, but today Harry had come home looking very glum.

After dinner and cleaning up the dishes they sat in the living room to listen to the radio and play a game. As Sirius set up Monopoly, he looked at his godson, "What's bothering you, Harry?"

Harry didn't bother trying to deny anything was wrong, Sirius always seemed to know. Harry was convinced that Sirius' eyes gave him the ability to read minds.

"Dora took me to Diagon Alley today, Uncle Ted gave her some money to buy a Mother's Day gift for Aunt Andromeda but I didn't know how to help because my mother's in heaven," he said glumly.

Sirius sighed and resisted the urge to run his hand over his face. He'd known, of course, that Dora was taking Harry to Diagon Alley, he'd given her permission to take Harry after all, but he hadn't asked why. The fact that Mother's Day was approaching had totally escaped him. His own mother had considered Mother's Day 'Filthy Muggle nonsense'. He wasn't angry with Dora, it had probably just slipped her mind in her excitement, but it made him feel guilty.

"Come here," he opened his arms and Harry immediately climbed in and snuggled close. Sirius savored these moments, especially as Harry's time to attend Hogwarts drew nearer, but he still didn't know how to help Harry with his confusion about Mother's Day.

Remus was concerned when Sirius Floo'd him. It was past time for Harry to be in bed and Remus' first thought was that Sirius had been called in for a case.

"Sirius? What's going on?"

"Remus, I need some advice. Can you come over, I don't want to talk about this over the Floo."

Remus nodded, "Okay. Give me a minute."

Within a few minutes, he was standing in the living room, "What's going on?"

Sirius gestured for him to sit down with a sigh, "I need some advice. Dora took Harry to Diagon Alley to get Andromeda a Mother's Day gift. Harry didn't feel like he could help her because he doesn't have a mother. Dora felt bad and Harry's depressed too."

Remus listened to his friend's explanation with a sinking heart. They'd both known the day would come when Harry would really start noticing how different he was. Remus remembered three-year-old Harry's question about a godmother and wished with all his might that a similar simple answer would suffice, but it wouldn't.

"Maybe we should take him to Godric's Hollow," he said softly, "and show him Lily and James' graves. You and I go on or around Halloween and James' birthday, maybe it's time we started taking Harry with us."

Sirius sighed, "But how do I explain all this to him? How do I explain to an seven year old that the reason he doesn't have parents to give gifts to is because someone we trusted betrayed them to a dark wizard?"

"Well, we don't have to tell him that much, at least not until he's ready to start at Hogwarts," Remus said, "but maybe tell him stories about them."

Sirius snorted, "Do you honestly think that Harry won't ask why Lily and James are dead?"

Remus sighed, "Good point. We could tell him that...Merlin, I don't know what to tell him. He needs to know about what happened, but he's too young right now. Maybe we'll just tell him that we'll explain it when he's older."

Sirius nodded, "I don't think we have a choice here. I just hope Harry will accept that."

*****Mother's Day*****

Harry woke up on Mother's Day still feeling down. His sleep had been haunted by a dream that had haunted him for as long as he could remember, a flash of green light and a high, cold laugh. He hadn't had the dream in a long time but it didn't really worry him.

As he came into the living room, he was surprised to see several large leather books on the coffee table. He walked into the kitchen and found Sirius fixing breakfast and to Harry's surprise, Remus was sitting at the table having some tea.

"Remus! What're you doing here?" Harry exclaimed happily.

"Remus and I have something we want to show you," Sirius said, putting some eggs on a plate. "But," he said, seeing Harry open his mouth, "it'll have to wait until after breakfast."

Harry wolfed down his breakfast quickly and waited eagerly for Sirius and Remus to finish their food. As soon as the dishes were washed, they went into the living room and sat on the sofa.

Sirius picked up the first large book and put it in Harry's lap and opened the cover. Harry's eyes widened as he saw a picture of the of a man and woman dancing, both of them smiling.

"Who're they?" he asked, entranced by the picture.

Sirius put an arm around Harry, "Harry, these are your parents."

Harry's eyes widened, he'd known that Sirius wasn't his father and that his parents were dead, but he'd never seen pictures of them before.

He trailed a finger over one of the pictures and the smiling faces, "What were their names?"

Sirius smiled, "Your father was named James, which is where your middle name comes from. You get most of your looks, including your hair, from him. Your mother was named Lily, you get your eyes from her."

Harry looked closer at the picture of his mother and saw the same bright green eyes that he saw in his own reflection every day. "What were they like?"

Both men smiled now, "They were good, caring people, Harry and they loved you very much," Remus said, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "Your dad was so proud when you were born, he was practically dancing."

Sirius turned a page and Harry saw a little boy flying on a broomstick, his parents in the background, laughing. "Who's that?"

Sirius laughed, "That's you on your first birthday. I bought you a toy broomstick and you flew it all over the place and almost killed the family cat. Your dad was convinced that you'd be a star Quidditch player someday. You rode that thing until you got too big for it."

They spent most of the morning going through the pictures. Some of them only had one of his parents or the other in them, some of them had younger versions of Remus, Sirius and another boy Remus and Sirius wouldn't identify in them, but in every photo, his parents were smiling. Sirius and Remus told him stories about his parents and what was going on in the pictures.

Finally, Sirius closed the last book and stood up, "Okay. Let's fix some lunch and then we have something else to show you."

Harry didn't move from the sofa, "Sirius, could-could I have one of these pictures in my room?"

Sirius smiled, "Of course. Which one do you want?"

"The one of my parents dancing." Harry said immediately.

Both Sirius and Remus smiled and Remus carefully removed the photo from the book and conjured a frame for it. "We'll put it on the wall in front of your bed so you'll see them every morning and every night," Remus said.

Lunch was a happy affair. Harry was intensely curious about where Sirius and Remus were planning to take him, but neither of them would reveal anything.

After everything was cleaned up, Sirius led them to the fire place and grabbed some Floo powder and threw it into the fire before taking Harry's hand, "Godric's Hollow Floo House!" And the living room disappeared in a whirl of green.

Godric's Hollow was a picturesque little village, Harry liked it immediately. The three of them walked through the village, Sirius and Remus said hello to people who seemed to know them and strangely, everyone seemed to recognize Harry and shook his hand.

Finally, they came to a small cemetery and Sirius led them inside and towards the back where there was a large headstone. Harry's eyes widened to see his parents' names.

"Lily Pot-ter. Born Jan-Jan-u-ary Thir-ti-eth, nineteen six-ty. Died Oc-to-ber Thir-ty-first, nineteen eigh-ty one," Harry said slowly, not seeing Remus' proud smile.

"James Pot-ter. Born March twen-ty-seven-th, nineteen six-ty. Died Oc-to-ber thir-ty-first, nineteen eigh-ty one." His eyes widened, "They died on the same day?" Both Sirius and Remus nodded, their faces sad. Harry frowned, "How could they die on the same day?"

Sirius' arm around his shoulders tightened, "It's a very long story, Harry, and when you get older, we'll tell it to you."

Harry frowned, he hated being told he was too young or too small to do things or know things.

Remus knelt down, "I know you hate being told that, Harry, but I promise you, when you're old enough, we will tell you what happened to your parents. It just won't be today. All right?" Harry sighed and nodded.

Sirius conjured some snowdrop flowers and daffodils and gave them to Harry, "Here, you can put these on the headstone. Harry took the flowers and placed them carefully on the stone.

After a few minutes, Sirius sighed, "We need to get going, it's almost dinner time.

They walked back to the Floo house and headed for home.

*****Later That Night*****

Harry crawled into bed, feeling tired but definitely happier than when he'd woken up. Dinner had been fun and then afterwards, Sirius and Remus had told him more stories about his parents until his eyes started drooping.

He lay on his back, staring at the picture of his parents dancing. Remus had enlarged it Harry could see it better. He stared at the picture for a long time, feeling somehow safer knowing that his parents were always watching over him, even as they danced.

The End For Now

AN #3: Okay, I can hear you asking: 'Why haven't Sirius and Remus showed Harry pictures of his parents before now?'. My feeling during writing this is that Harry would've been too young for it to really sink in who these people were. I can remember looking through my grandmother's photo albums as a child and the images meaning very little to me and put that perspective in.

I've also had a question about why Harry doesn't call Sirius 'Dad'. My opinion (and it's strictly mine) is that Sirius would not be comfortable with Harry calling him 'Dad'. Sirius loved James like a brother and he would probably see being called Harry's dad as an insult to James and Lily's memory and sacrifice. Plus it would make explaining Harry's history even more difficult if he had to also explain that he wasn't Harry's father.