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Warnings: Slash (male-male and female-female relationships), maybe lemon or lime. HPDM obviously!!!! RLSB and others!!!! Some characters will bee OOC to fit in the story.

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Chapter 8

Harry arrived early at Neville's doorstep. It was an old British-styled house with white walls and brownish red roof tiles on dark wooded roofs. It had big windows and beige curtains. The front door was made of mahogany. The house was surrounded by well cared gardens and a stone path led to the entrance door. He walked through the stone path and stood in front of the delicately carved door. It had a flowery carving and on the centre there was an intricate carving of a "fleur-the-lis". The black haired youth grabbed the knocker and knocked three times. He waited patiently for someone to open the door.

Harry was lost in his memories in a couple of seconds. It was Dudley's third birthday and many of the upper class kids have been invited. By then Harry and Neville have been best friends since they could barely walk. Though, no one knew. Unfortunately, Vernon had seen them playing behind one of the tables. He wouldn't forget the look of sadness, desperation and fear he had seen in Neville's baby blue eyes. Harry had always been Neville's protector and only friend. It had hurt Harry being separated from his only friend.

That night Vernon had barked at him about going beyond his station and not knowing his place. He had ranted for what seemed like hours to the three year old boy before being tossed and locked in his room.

Four years later, they found each other again. The chestnut haired boy had grown quite a bit and his big baby blue eyes had lost some of their shine. They were on their first dance lesson and they had looked at each other from across the room. Four pair of eyes moistened and the two boys had run to each other and hug tightly shedding tears of joy. Both of their guardians had smiled at the scene with suspiciously bright eyes.

Harry sighed. It's been so long. And now, they were fulfilling their dream… going to Hogwarts! It felt like they were going home.

The door opened revealing a stern elderly woman. Her shining white hair was in a tight bun at the nape of her neck and her bright sea eyes filled with fondness when she looked at the handsome young man in front of her.

"Hello, Harry," she said smiling at the green eyed boy. Harry looked at her and smiled before embracing the woman. She was like the grandmother he never got the chance to have. She returned the hug warmly.

"Hello, Mama Rosemarie. How are you this fine morning?" he asked as they stepped back from the hug. She let him in and settled on the cozy living room. The house walls were painted in warm tones of earth colors and the furniture was made of a very light kind of wood. The couches were comfy enough to fall asleep without feeling your back ache when you woke up. He had already done it. He grinned at the memory.

Rosemarie looked Harry and then the stairs. "Neville will be down in a few minutes, I hope… NEVILLE! HARRY'S HERE! Come down now, you lazy mouse!" she yelled in a stern yet fond voice. Harry smiled at the sight. Her hands on her hips, one of them holding a wooden spoon and tapping her foot impatiently.

"COMING!" was the answering yell from upstairs. A few moments' later steps resounded on the house followed by the chestnut haired young man dressed in a fitting stone washed jeans and a slightly loose deep blue t-shirt. Neville walked to Harry and they gave each other a brotherly hug.

"You're ready?" Harry asked after they broke the hug.

"As I'll ever be!" Neville chirped.

They kissed and hugged Rosemarie. She promised them to visit every other day and bring them homemade snacks. That gained her another hug and lots of kisses from both boys. They exited the house, their things already at school.

They had agreed to meet up with Remus and Sirius at the mall. They took a bus to the city mall and looked for their supposed escorts.

"Harry, did they said where we were going to meet them?" Neville asked as he scanned the crowd entering through the glass doors.

Harry ran a hand through his bangs and sighed. "They said they'll find us, but to wait for them near the entrance. They didn't specified which entrance! Shiz!" Harry swore under his breath and took out his phone and dialed Remus's number.

"… Hello? Remus? Where in the bloody blazes are you?! I'm with Neville in the east entrance!" he had to yell because of the amount noise the people made. "Uhhh. Ok. Got it. So 2nd floor, ne? Ok, see you there," he said before hanging up. He looked at his almost brother.

"Let's go, Nev. They'll be waiting for us at Seasons," Harry whispered to the other boy before taking his hand and moving through the mass of people moving.

They reached Seasons five minutes later. It was a quiet place and quite expensive. They spotted Remus and Sirius standing on the back talking to one of the sellers. He was a bit older than Harry and Neville, around 20 or 22, shaggy dark red hair and tanned skin.

They stood near the door awkwardly until the seller motioned Remus and Sirius to them.

"Who are they?" the seller asked, his bright blue eyes roaming both almost-adults boys near the door.

"Easy, easy, Charlie. Those are our godsons, so be careful," Sirius said in a threatening voice without looking at the redheaded man.

Charlie Weasley looked briefly at the black haired man next him and looked at the newcomers. Both young men were exquisite and almost totally opposite. One had short chestnut hair while the other had really long midnight-black hair. Both had milky white skin and their eyes were bright and surrounded by thick eyelashes. He had never seen eyes like those of the young men standing in front of him. A set of bright emerald and of soft baby blue eyes looked at him briefly, before both teens-almost-adults jumped on the men on his left.

"Sirius!" "Remus!" cried Harry and Neville as they hugged their godfather.

"Hey, boys! Took you long enough took get here," Sirius said after hugging his godson and kissing the raven-haired head. Harry stepped back at the same time as Neville and changed places.

"You're a bit anxious, aren't you?" Remus said as they finished the hugging and kissing. Both young men looked at each other and smiled sheepishly at the men.

"Kinda…" they said together and blushed. It was common knowledge between their friends and family that when they were highly emotional they'll say the same at the same time.

Sirius and Remus laughed at their embarrassed faces. Charlie looked the exchange with growing amusement, but he felt he should interrupt before something big happened.

"*cough, cough* Eh… Sirius, Remus?" he said softly, but his eyes were amused. Both men reduced their laugh to chuckles before stopping.

Remus spoke first. "I'm sorry, Charlie. Boys, this is Charlie Weasley," Harry's and Neville's eyes widened at that.

"You- you are one Ronald's brothers…" Neville said softly throwing a concerned glance to Harry.

Charlie looked at both young men. The raven haired boy was looking at his feet while his hands were playing with the end of his braided hair. The others were giving him concerned looks. Now that Charlie could really look at them and not drool all over them, he realized both looked quite familiar… 'Wait! Long braided hair, green eyes… Harry! So… the other must be Nev! How could I not recognize them earlier?! They have changed since the last time I saw them a couple of years ago…' Charlie berated himself for forgetting the boys who would come every weekend to their house and help his mum even when they were guests.

"Harry? Nev? Long time, no see! Don't you recognize me?" he pouted before smiling reassuringly at both boys. Neville and Harry looked at Charlie. He was the same height as Sirius. His shaggy dark red hair fell on his light blue eyes and matched the blood red shirt, black slacks and pristine black leather shoes he was wearing. On the shirt was the name of the store: Seasons. The freckles on his nose were barely noticeable because of the tan. The face was familiar, older, but familiar. They smiled at the redheaded and gave him a hug. They looked at each other and grinned before looking at Charlie again.

"We should be offended that you didn't recognize us!" they said together and pouting. Their faces looking on opposite directions as they mock-sulked while the men laughed at their antics.

"I've missed you, guys. Ron's being a prat. He rarely goes home, was kicked out of school… We don't know what else to do. Mum is heartbroken and Dad is furious. The only one siding with him is Sir-Prat-mayor Percy. It's been a few crazy years." Charlie said softly. Harry and Neville looked at each other and sighed.

They stayed in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes until Sirius couldn't stand it anymore.

"OK! Enough with this! We came to shop, so that's what we're going to do!" he said emphasizing his argument with a sharp nod and crossing his arms. He looked at his young preys… er… charges and grinned mischievously.

Both young men recognized that grin and groaned. "Sirius, we won't be buying a whole wardrobe! You tried last time and failed. Don't think you're going to win this time." Harry said menacingly. Sirius tried to look innocent and failed. Remus tried to save his lover.

"Boys, you have to acknowledge that you're going to NEED a whole new wardrobe. Hogwarts doesn't have uniforms, but they do have a dressing code: 'while you're on the school grounds you must be presentable at all times.'" He recited and looked at both young men with and send them understanding smile at their crestfallen faces.

After a minute of silence, Charlie decided to take the reins of the visit. Straightening, he cleared his throat to catch everyone's attention.

"Well, since you decided to come here, it would be terribly rude to keep my costumers waiting. So! Follow me to the back and I'll fix you both a whole new wardrobe!" both boys groaned and before they could say something, Charlie turned around and walked to the back.

Even if they feign to be upset, anyone that really knew them would know that they were shopaholics. Sirius and Remus laughed as they dragged both twinkling eyed and mock-sour faced boys.

Once in the back, Charlie motioned each boy to a dressing room.

"You just wait here; we'll take care of everything!" Charlie yelled as he dragged Sirius and Remus to the pants side of the shop. It was an all men clothing store after all.

"Ok. So, I'll be around to take the clothes to the boys, while you pick up the clothes." He said to the couple. "Remus you're picking Neville's clothes and Sirius is picking Harry's. I suppose you know your godsons well enough for the task, no?" he asked as he looked pointedly to hazel and golden brown eyes.

Sirius and Remus looked at each other and sighed deeply. Sure they knew their godsons better than anyone, but it was still a tiring task. Charlie nodded and walked to other costumers. Straightening, both men went to look for clothes for their waiting godsons.

Remus went for lighter tones of blue, green, orange, yellow and red; lots of earth colors, some whites, blacks and light grey. While Sirius when for the darker tones of most of the same colors: blue (all types of blue), green (emerald green), red (blood red), violet; lots of blacks, some whites and dark grey. They picked everything, from slacks to underwear, in every available material from silk to leather. Each carrying a pile of clothes, they reached the dressing rooms.

Harry and Neville had been talking about what they were expecting Hogwarts to be and turned when they heard steps coming their way. Their eyes opened widely as they gaped at their godfathers. Leaving the clothes in the empty chairs they grinned at their charges.

"Close your mouth, you'll catch flies." Sirius said smirking at their gob smacked faces. Remus laughed softly as he closed the boy's mouths.

"You did agreed, albeit grudgingly, to a new wardrobe. So… Here it is!" Remus said smiling knowingly. Sirius whooped (is that right!) and shouted "Godfathers – 1! Godsons – 0!". Remus shook his head and smiled fondly at his lover's antics.

After trying on ALL the clothes and seeing they fitted just right, the four of them said good-bye to Charlie and continued with their shopping trip. They bought some sundaes at the ice-cream parlor and sat for a while.

"We already have the clothes. So now we need shoes, ties and any other accessory that comes to my mind once we reach the store 'cause I don't remember them all. Some books, backpacks, a violin, a flute, an acoustic guitar, towels, and any other personal object we can find at the mall," Sirius said, really excited to shop for his godsons. Remus chuckled at the black haired man excitement and looked at the mournful expressions on their charges faces.

"Don't worry, boys. I won't let Padfoot get TOO excited. God knows if I'm ever going to sleep tonight!" he whispered the last part to himself. But, apparently, he didn't say it as quietly as he had thought 'cause the boys chocked with their ice-cream and their faces were beet red. Remus blushed and slapped Sirius hand as he tried to steal Remus cherry.

"Ouch, Remy! Why did you hit me so hard?!" Sirius whined and the boys laughed, previous embarrassment completely forgotten.

A while after, ice cream already gone, Sirius looked at Harry and Neville and grinned.

"Come on, boys! We're stopping by Wicked and then back to the mall!" he said excitedly.

They arrived to a creepy looking shop. The front was made in stone; the entrance door was in the middle and was made of a dark wood. There were two windows, one to each side of the door and black curtains blocked their view to the inside.

Sirius pushed the door open and entered without looking backwards. Remus shrugged when the boys looked at him, puzzled.

"Never been here," was all that he said before following his lover inside. Harry and Neville looked at each other and took a deep breath and followed their guardians for the day.

When they passed the threshold they never imagined they would find what they were gaping at. From outside the shop looked creepy and unkempt. But the inside was another story… it was cozy. They have arrived to what looked like a common room with a bar on the right wall.

Sirius was talking to a young woman on the bar. She had bubblegum pink hair and an aristocratic face. She was very pretty and her smile was contagious. They approached the trio talking and laughing and cleared their throats. They turned and looked at them.

"Hello, boys. Where have you been? We've been waiting AGES for you to arrive!" Sirius said in a melodramatic voice. Remus hit him lightly in the back of the head and turned to look the boys. "You know better than to listen to him, ain't that right boys?" he asked with a smirk looking at the black haired man who stuck his tongue and pouted. The other three laughed at their antics.

"Well, as I was about to say before Moony hit me… Harry, Neville. This is Nymphadora Tonks, my cousin, who prefers to be called by her last name since she abhors her first. I don't know what Auntie Andromeda was thinking when she put you that name! It could have been Dora or Nymph, but no it-" he was interrupted by an exasperated voice.

"SIRIUS! Knock it off! You're babbling again! You keep it like that and you're sleeping on the couch!" Remus hissed. Sirius paled and coughed.

"Ok! Tonks, these are Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom; our godsons!" Sirius said proudly, all previous discomfort forgotten at the prospect of continuous shopping. "They were accepted in Hogwarts! So you must know why we're here. Don'tcha?" he winked and cackled merrily. Tonks shook her head and grinned to the boys.

"Wotcher, Harry, Nev. Can I call you Nev?" she asked tilting her head to the side. Neville nodded and smiled shyly. Harry grinned at the pink haired woman, he liked her. Her violet-blue eyes twinkled. "So are you ready to continue?" she said with a smirk and cackled just like her cousin.

Remus shook his head and smiled sheepishly to Harry and Neville. "I'm sorry boys. I think we've just signed our souls to these devils," he whispered to both of them as they followed the cousins through a dark, narrow hallway.

Both young men swallowed nervously as they looked at each other and then at the happy boisterous cousins talking and gesticulating in front of them.

"That's what we're afraid of," they whispered back as they stopped in front of a black door with a plaque saying: 'The Wicked Black'.

'Oh, my god, in what kind of mess have we put ourselves into?' was the thought going through Remus, Harry and Neville minds.

Both cousins pushed the door open and the other three were momentarily blinded by a bright light. Said cousins grinned at each other. "Welcome to: The Wicked Black…" they said together.

"Where you can find anything you want…" Tonks said.

"… whenever you want…" Sirius continued.

"… you only have to ask…"

"… and it's yours…"

"… at a rational price…"

"… of course!" they finished together.

Harry, Neville and Remus laughed at the cousins whom just shrugged and grinned. Sirius grabbed Neville's hand as Tonks grabbed Harry's and dragged the boys through the wide store. It had the size of a warehouse and looked like a really big library-sitting room. The walls were beige and a two-store black ceiling. The floor was carpeted with a burgundy rug and there were floor-to-ceiling windows behind burgundy velvet curtains. Each window had an alcove with comfy window-sills. There were rows and rows of objects and between each window were bookcases filled with musical instruments, phials, books and antiques.

The boys were lead to row that contained all type of leather accessories such as belts, shoes, boots, chokers, bracelets, hair bands, guitar straps, rucksacks, violin cases and other quite questioning objects.

Sirius took one of each, minus the hair bands and the questionable objects, in white, beige, brown and black leather; while Tonks took one of each in white, blood red, midnight blue, dark green and black leather. When one of the boys asked about those questionable objects Tonks cackled as Sirius smiled mischievously.

"I'll tell you when you came with your boyfriend," Tonks said grinning. Remus blushed and the boys looked a bit puzzled and flushed a bit 'cause they had a slight idea of what she was talking about.

After Sirius paid a small fee for all the things he bought and Tonks mumbling that they shouldn't have paid at all, they left the establishment after Tonks got them to promise they'll be back. Once outside, they walked in a companionable silence back to the mall. They bought the essentials for each: fluffy warm looking towels, toiletries, fluffy slippers, sleeping ware, among others. Loaded with bags, the boys thought that would be all until Sirius spoke.

"Ok, lads! That's our last stop," he said pointing to a store called Caroline's. It was that store all teenagers want to enter but are prohibited by mummy and daddy, a body art parlour.

"You want us to have a tattoo?" Neville and Harry asked in surprise and uncertainity. Yeah, sure they wanted a tattoo and maybe, maybe a piercing. But there was an underlying fear to what their aunt and grandma would say and the obvious fear to the unknown.

"Yeah, why not? Remus and I have tattoos and you know we both have the same ear pierced," Sirius shrugged as if it was no big deal. "Besides, almost everyone at Hogwarts has a tattoo or a piercing or both. It's really no big deal," he finished.

Both young men looked at each other and then looked pleadingly at Remus.

"Is that true?" one of the asked.

"You really have a tattoo?" the other asked at the same time.

"Could you show us?" both asked with pleading eyes.

Remus sighed as Sirius ranted somewhat indignant that his godsons haven't took him seriously and believed a word he had said.

"Yes, I have a bloody tattoo," Remus said half exasperated half amused by their reactions. "And, no I won't show you my tattoo… here," he said grinning. "As for the other question; yes, Sirius is right. Even your parents had tattoos. It's almost a tradition," he finished smiling softly at both boys. By this time Sirius had stopped ranting smiled when Remus said the last part of his answer.

Harry and Neville looked at each other and grinned. "Ok! We're doing this with one condition," Harry started.

"We get to listen to stories about our parents and about this tradition," Neville continued.

"And we," Harry pointed both of them. "Agreed to the tattoo and only one piercing each. Only one!" Harry looked pointedly at his black haired godfather who looked back with an innocent expression on his face.

Both older men shared a glance and nodded to their young charges. "Deal,"

Once inside Harry and Neville were led by a young woman with red hair to the back of the place when Sirius said they were getting tattooed and pierced. They entered a bright white sterile looking room with two white dentist-like couches in the middle of the room. There were some shelves with flasks and three-drawer furniture on the side closest to the wall to each couch, also white.

"Sit on the couches, please. Joel and Jill will be here in a moment," at the twin looks of confusion on the boy's faces she added, "Those are the ones who will do the drawings," Harry and Neville sat on the couches and waited.

A few minutes later a bald man and a short blue haired woman entered the room with what looked like folders under their arms.

"Hello, boys. Aren't you two too young to be here?" asked the woman cautiously. Neville and Harry looked at each other and shrugged as they answered with a subdued "Orphans".

"Oh… Well then, pick up one and let us know." She said before leaving the room. She stopped at the door when her companion coughed. She swore under her breath. "Right, forgot. I'm Jill and he's Joel," she finished and left the room quietly. The man, Joel, shrugged and left too.

Harry looked at Neville and sighed. "Well, it's now or never!" he said and opened the worn leather folder.

Neville followed the black haired teen's example and got comfortable. For some time the only sound in the sterile white room was that of the turning of pages. Sometime after, Neville broke the monotone environment.

"You've decided?" he asked closing the folder.

"Uh? Oh, yeah," Harry said absently.

"So?" Neville inquired.

"So what?" the green eyed youngster answered with an innocent smile.

"Harry!" Neville whined, "I wanna know!" and pouted.

"Nope! No chance! You'll just have to wait…" he said in a sing-song kind of voice. Neville was going to answer when the door opened and the artists entered the room.

The woman was the first to speak. "So, did you decided?" both boys nodded and she smiled. It was kind of creepy because of all those piercings all over her face. "Well then, where do you want them?"

Harry motioned for the girl to come closer and whispered in her ear where he wanted it and that if she could make sure that his friend doesn't look at the tattoo until he wanted to let them know. She winked at him and passed the message to her partner. Neville looked at them, pouted and then sighed.

"Fine, keep your secrets Harry. I know you'll show me when you want to. So I'll do the same. You'll not see mine until you are ready to show me yours!" He said resolutely and then smiled at Harry. Harry smiled back. Joel brought a separation and put it between the chairs. The both followed their painters' instructions silently.

After a few hours the curtain was removed and the tattoos protected, they were asked where they wanted their piercings.

"Last quarter moon on my left ear lobe," they both said at the same time and chuckled.

'If it weren't for their looks, one would say they were twins!' both adults thought.

"Well, then, let's get it done!" the woman said cheerfully as the man sighed as that was an everyday occurrence.

The boys got out from the back room and looked for their godfathers. They were looking at a tattoo drawing of a black dog and a silvery grey wolf. They couldn't see the picture in detail because Remus and Sirius turned around to look at them right then.

"You done?" Sirius asked while inspecting them.

Remus rolled his eyes at his lover and looked at the boys before smiling. "Are you going to show us your tattoo?" he asked as he led the other three out of the shop. Seeing that the boys looked confused Sirius cleared that they have paid when they were in the backroom.

"Maybe later," Harry said and Neville nodded in agreement.

Tan, tan!

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