Sirius and Remus were stunned into silence. Frank's eyes moved between the two men uncomfortably before scratching the back of his head.

"Well you're taking this better than I thought you would." The baritone of his voice shocked Remus out of his stupor.

"Peter?! You think that it was Peter who sold them out?"

"He was their Secret Keeper, Remus. You understand why we're thinking what we're thinking."

"Yes but both Sirius and I knew where Lily and James were living. Most of the people in the Order knew. You don't honestly believe it was Peter."

"Remus, he was under the Fidelius Charm. You know he's the only one capable of telling anyone."

CRASH.

Remus and Frank nearly jumped out of their skins as the coffee table in front of the couch flew across the living room. Where it once stood was Sirius, face redder than anyone had ever seen before and looking for blood. Remus slowly rose to his feet as Frank's hand drifted toward his wand holstered on his hip.

"Sirius, please calm down. Damaging our furniture won't bring James and Lily back just like it won't get revenge on Peter for what he's done." If looks could kill, Remus would have been dust on the floor under Sirius' gaze.

"I'm going to kill him." The voice that came from his boyfriend's mouth was possessed, eerily calm and more terrifying than realizing the full moon was seconds away and he was still in the Great Hall. Those words had been spoken so matter of factly that Sirius could have been talking about the weather.

"Sirius he's our friend—"

"THAT BASTARD SOLD OUT JAMES AND LILY. THEY'RE DEAD BECAUSE OF HIM. HARRY'S AN ORPHAN BECAUSE OF HIM. THAT SON OF A BITCH IS NO FRIEND OF MINE." The silence echoed around their flat in the wake of Sirius' bellows. His lover had never yelled at him before but under the circumstances, it was understandable. Turning to Frank, Remus decided to bring up a topic that was important to all of them.

"What's going to happen to Harry?" Frank slipped his wand back into its holster and crossed his arms.

"He's going to Lily's sister. They have a son their own about his age. Dumbledore thinks that it would be a good idea."

"Dumbledore's sending him to that Muggle bitch? She didn't ever even want anything to do with Harry when James and Lily were alive, what makes him think that they'll want anything to do with him now that they're dead?" Sirius spat with venom in his voice.

"They're the only family he's got, Sirius."

"Blood means shit if they hate you." Neither Frank nor Remus had anything to say about that. They knew what Sirius meant.

"It was what Dumbledore decided. There's nothing left to do about it."

"There has to be something. Sirius and I are more of a family to Harry than Petunia and Vernon ever were."

"Then maybe you should be the ones to take him instead." Remus and Sirius spun around, wands aloft at the soft voice behind them. Albus Dumbledore had just snuck into their house without anyone knowing.

"Bloody hell, I need to strengthen those wards." Remus rubbed his face tiredly as he let his wand arm fall and his body sink into the couch behind him.

"What do you mean we should take him?" Sirius, on the other hand had hardly relaxed his stance at all. His wand wasn't pointing at the older wizard, but his back was still rigid, his eyes piercing into the twinkling blue ones.

"You seem to think that Petunia and Vernon Dursley are unfit to raise Harry and are not afraid to say so."

"I'm not," Sirius growled.

"Well in lieu of sending him to an orphan's asylum, I propose that you and Remus care for him instead." Remus stared at the profile of his boyfriend, listening intently to what he was going to say or do next. Onyx eyes turned to his face in an unreadable expression that terrified him and made his heart beat a little bit faster.

"Rem?" Nothing. Remus had nothing to say, nothing to think. Take Harry as his own son? He already felt like he was more his son than anyone else. He was a bit of hope, the ray of sunshine in the middle of this heinous war that shone despite all odds and gave their friends at the Order a tangible reason to fight along with the other children born of the Order members.

But could they risk it? Could they take this child who had just lost his parents, give him a new family, love him and care for him knowing that they could go out one day and never come back, orphaning him once again? Maybe the Dursley's were a better choice of a family for him. They, at least, weren't targets in this war. At least they could give him a safe home.

He would be safe.

Stupidly long time since I updated this. I'm sorry guys :(

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thanks for being patient. You guys are the best :)

Love, Willow