Author's Note: So, this is kind of a double chapter. It tells two separate but related stories, and could be thought of as part 2 of the previous chapter, still continuing the story of Harry's (and Sirius's) adjustment to having Amelia around. There's not a lot of excitement in this chapter, mostly just fluff. I will warn you that I have had covid the past few days and my brain is a bit foggy, so please be gracious if there are typos and grammar issues. I'll try to fix them later.

To answer a few guest reviewers:

Yes, you will be getting more of the Harry-Draco story, though I'm not sure when.

Someone asked how many chapters I have planned for this story, and I honestly don't know, but I have the beginnings of at least ten more, so it should be a while before it's done.

I actually have a good portion of another story from the summer after Voldemort's fall written, so yes you will be getting some more from that summer, but honestly I don't have many ideas. It wasn't an exciting summer for Harry and Sirius. They mostly just worked on healing. But if you have ideas I am happy to hear them!

Ok, I think that's all. Enjoy. :)

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The chime of their floo interrupted Harry and Sirius as they were settling to eat their dinner. Amelia came through the door to their dining room and greeted them both warmly.

"Hello, men," she said with a smile as she first kissed Sirius's lips then lightly pecked the top of Harry's head. "You look quite nice this evening," she commented to her stepson.

Harry's cheeks reddened as he adjusted his tie uncomfortably. He'd do just about anything for his girlfriend for one night, but why muggles chose to regularly wear these contraptions was beyond his understanding. "Thanks. I'm taking Ginny to the theatre tonight."

"Oh, how nice. What are you seeing?" Amelia asked as she sat down across from him and began to eat.

"Something about being miserable, I think. It's French. It was her choice, not mine," Harry informed her, a slight scowl on his face.

Sirius smirked. "It's Les Miserables. It's actually quite good. I think you will both enjoy it."

Harry shrugged. "Puddlemere is playing at home tonight. We could have gone to that."

Sirius and Amelia exchanged an amused look. "Well, aren't you a nice boyfriend for deferring to her choice," Amelia commented, winking at her husband.

"I guess," Harry answered. "At least I'll get a good dessert out of the evening."

Sirius choked on his tea. "Please tell me that's not a metaphor."

Harry's face was a mask of confusion for several seconds until he finally realized what his father was implying. Then the only words to describe his face would be 'completely grossed out'. "Ugh, gross. I meant that all night diner is just down the street from the theatre. You know the one with the really good pie?"

Amelia snorted while Sirius smirked.

Despite his parents' amusement, Harry was scowling. "You're disgusting."

That caused a full-on laugh from his father and stepmother.

"Sorry, kid," Sirius said when he recovered his composure. He turned to his wife, sparing his son any further embarrassment. "So, how was your day?"

"Long," Amelia answered automatically. "But I think I have everything covered enough to take a few days off. Speaking of," she paused to look at her stepson, "Did you clean up the guest room today?"

"Oh damn. I forgot," Harry admitted guiltily.

Sirius gave a soft clearing of his throat in warning, raising an eyebrow at his son.

After Harry's disastrous trip to Knockturn Alley, the new family of three had sat down and agreed upon a set of rules. Amelia didn't want to totally upend everything Harry had gotten used to, but there were some things she wasn't very comfortable with. For one, Sirius allowed Harry to curse fairly regularly. That was mostly because Sirius cursed even more often than his son did, so he would feel like a hypocrite scolding his son for the same thing.

But Amelia was not a fan of how much cursing took place in their house. She'd spent years dealing with hardened criminals who had no control over their tongues, and she didn't like the feeling of coming home to hear the same colorful language. So they'd compromised and agreed that no cursing was allowed at the dinner table. And to keep things light, anyone that cursed at the dinner table, after one warning, had to do the dishes that night the muggle way. So far, Sirius did most of the dishes.

"That's one," Sirius told his son playfully.

"Sorry," Harry said automatically, both for the cursing and forgetting the chore that Amelia had been asking him to do for three days.

Amelia frowned. "Susan is coming tomorrow morning. Can you work on it before you pick up Ginny?"

Harry glanced up at the clock. "Maybe for a few minutes, but the play starts in half an hour. I have to go soon."

Amelia wasn't quite annoyed yet, but she wasn't happy either. Her niece Susan had stayed with her for two weeks every summer since she was a toddler. Amelia looked forward to it every year, and this holiday they would be spending part of their time with Harry and Sirius at the beach house.

Ron had spent the night with Harry a few days ago. Amelia wasn't entirely sure how, but when he left both Harry's room and their guest room looked as if a tornado had passed through. Amelia had asked her stepson to clean the guest room before her niece's arrival, but so far Harry had forgotten.

"Well, Susan should be here around 10. That will give you plenty of time to clean it in the morning," Amelia told him.

Harry's shoulder fell. "I have quidditch training in the morning."

Amelia rubbed her forehead. "Maybe you should get up a little earlier than normal then."

Harry didn't like that idea at all. "Can't you just wave your wand and clean it?"

This time Sirius cleared his throat a little more sharply and added a kick to his son's leg underneath the table. He used his napkin to pretend to wipe his face to cover up his smirk.

Sirius certainly didn't condone disrespect in any form from his son, but he was a little bit amused by his son's statement. It was almost a rite of passage for wizarding children to eventually question why they were made to do chores when their parents could simply wave their wands and take care of everything.

The short answer was that most wizarding parents thought that chores taught their children responsibility, which was accurate, and that magic did have its limits. Unless a mum was a housewife like Mrs. Weasley, she probably didn't know a spell for cleaning everything in her home, although there were certainly books that could help.

Of course, in old, wealthy wizarding families there was usually a house elf, and each set of parents had to decide how they would handle the chores under those circumstances. Sirius had usually allowed Dobby to handle most of their deep cleaning, and quite a bit of meal prepping, while leaving Harry with the responsibility of keeping his room and bathroom tidy and picking up after himself. The father and son, and now mum, usually split the remaining tasks, like washing the dishes.

But of course, if Harry was asked to do anything, he was expected to do it.

The only thing was, Sirius rarely asked him to do anything extra.

It wasn't that Sirius wanted to spoil his son or raise him to be lazy. Far from it, but he also recognized that Harry was basically treated as a house elf by the Dursleys for years, and he never wanted his son to feel like that under his care. Plus, he figured there were plenty of other ways for teaching a child responsibility, like keeping his grades up… and defeating dark wizards.

Amelia was aware of this, and she didn't add to Harry's workload very much herself, but she saw nothing wrong with simply asking the boy to clean up the mess that he and Ron had made, and now she was becoming increasingly upset with what she saw as her stepson's defiance.

Sirius could see his wife's blood beginning to boil, and he knew chuckling at his son's words would have been a mistake, but he couldn't help being a bit pleased. He knew that Harry had been made to work so tirelessly with the Dursleys that the boy typically accepted chore assignments without question. Just the simple fact that Harry had pushed back was a major sign that he was healing from his time with those wretched people. Attempting to quell an argument before it began, he looked at his son.

"Amelia asked you to do it, Harry…"

"Three days ago," Amelia added, clearly annoyed.

"Right," Sirius said. "I'll wake you up an hour early in the morning and we'll work on it together. Ok?"

Harry blushed slightly, realizing he'd been unintentionally disrespectful. "Ok," he said quietly. He wiped his hands on his napkin and stood up before an idea popped into his head. He looked directly at his father, knowing his stepmother probably wouldn't be fond of this idea. "Could I ask Dobby to do it?"

Amelia had just taken a bite, so she didn't have time to respond before Sirius did. "Yeah, I suppose that would be ok."

Amelia stiffened, but she didn't say anything right away.

Harry stood up. "Ok, I'll ask him before I go. What time is curfew?"

"The play starts at 7?" Sirius asked.

Harry nodded.

"Ok, well it lasts about three hours…"

"Three hours?!" Harry interrupted.

Sirius grinned. "Yeah, it's really long. But you'll enjoy it. Trust me."

"It better be bloody good pie," Harry muttered as his father continued to reason.

"Three hours for the play, plus time for dessert afterward. Let's say midnight, but you shouldn't go anywhere but the theatre and the diner. Understand?"

"Yes, sir. We won't."

"Alright, have fun kid and be home by midnight or I'll transfigure you into a worm."

"Bye Dad. Bye Amelia."

"Bye Harry."

The husband and wife ate quietly together until they heard the floo chime announcing Harry's departure.

Chuckling lightly, Sirius shook his head. "Teenagers."

Amelia pursed her lips together and stabbed her roast especially violently.

Sirius mistook her angered expression for annoyance at their son. "I'm sure it just slipped his mind, Amelia. He didn't mean anything by it."

She dropped her fork and glared at him. "I bloody well know that, Sirius. I'm well aware that teenagers have a tendency to be flighty. I'm not upset with him. I'm upset with you."

Sirius looked at her in shock. "With me?"

"Yes," Amelia snapped, throwing her fork down, "with you."

"What did I do?" Sirius asked, completely baffled.

"You completely undermined my authority!" she answered heatedly.

"What are you talking about?"

Amelia crossed her arms. "I told him to clean that room three days ago, Sirius. Him, not Dobby. And you just let him make a house elf do his chores."

"Well, Dobby doesn't mind," Sirius attempted to defend himself. "In fact, he's probably happy to do it."

"That's not the damn point, Sirius," Amelia snapped as she stood up to walk her plate to the sink.

Sirius rubbed his forehead before grabbing his own plate and following her. "Ok, I understand why you're upset, but think of it this way. He made sure the room was cleaned up, even if he didn't do it himself."

Amelia threw her plate in the sink and rolled her eyes. "Fine, then if Harry is giving his chores to Dobby, he ought to do something that normally is Dobby's responsibility."

Sirius shook his head as he cautiously placed his own plate in their sink and avoided touching his wife, as if she might explode on contact. "That would offend Dobby way more than it would teach Harry anything, trust me."

Amelia glared hard at him and Sirius could practically see smoke coming out of her ears.

"Look Amelia," he began again, carefully choosing his words. "I do understand what you mean. Harry should have cleaned the room. I get that, but you know how I feel about making him do chores."

Amelia scoffed. "I asked him to clean up a mess that he made, Sirius. I didn't sentence him to hard labor in bloody Azkaban."

Sirius noticeably jolted, like he'd been physically shocked.

Amelia immediately regretted her words, cursing with a word she so rarely used that Sirius would have found it humorous if he wasn't so shaken.

"I'm so sorry, Sirius. That was incredibly insensitive of me to say. Please forgive me." She walked over and put her hand on his arm tentatively, tears brimming her eyes.

Sirius looked at her hand and then back at her. There was a part of him, deep down, that appreciated the fact that the people around him could sometimes speak so flippantly of that horrible place, because maybe that meant they were so far removed from that time of his life, so healed from the trauma, that they just easily forgot. But an even bigger part of him felt like he'd been punched in the stomach every time he heard the word.

Once the previous summer, Sirius and Harry had hit one of those rough patches that fathers and teenage sons tend to hit from time to time. Harry was so snarky that Sirius finally grew tired of the attitude and grounded the boy for the rest of the day, which was hardly an extreme punishment. Harry had been angry though, and not thinking about how his words would affect his father, made an off-hand comment about being in prison. For the first (and only) time since he'd been Harry's guardian, Sirius didn't respond, just walked away sadly.

Fortunately Remus witnessed this exchange and had landed a very displeased hand on his godson's backside before reminding him pointedly that if anyone knew what it was like to be in prison, it was Sirius.

Harry had felt awful, so much so that after a long, tearful apology to his father that Sirius obviously accepted without question, he grounded himself for the rest of the week. Sirius had chuckled, thinking the boy would give that up rather quickly, but later found it downright remarkable when Harry endured his self imposed consequence with less whining than if Sirius had done it to the boy himself.

Thinking back to that day brought a nostalgic smile to Sirius's face, and he wrapped his arms around his wife and breathed in the smell of her hair. "It's ok. I know you didn't mean it."

Amelia shook her head. "I'd never hurt you like that on purpose."

"I know," he responded, then kissed the top of her head. He sighed and squeezed her a little tighter. "I will speak to Harry tomorrow. I'll at least take part of his allowance away since he didn't do everything he was supposed to."

She nodded into his chest. "That's fair." Taking in his scent and comfort though she felt like a jerk, she stayed that way for several minutes until finally pulling away. She looked up at him, smiling seductively. "Well, we had an argument and now we've made up. Shall we go up to the bedroom and…"

"Have dessert?" Sirius finished for her.

Amelia threw her head back and laughed. "Yes, have dessert."

Sirius barked out a laugh too before raising an eyebrow at her. "That sounds fun, but first," he wagged a finger at her. "You have to do the dishes young lady. I think I counted four curse words in that heated exchange."

Amelia glared at him, though it hardly masked the smile she was suppressing. "I suppose you're right."

Sirius shrugged. "We could ask Dobby to do them."

Amelia raised an eyebrow. "I'm not doing that." She turned towards the sink, but Sirius grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder.

"That can wait," he said firmly as he carried her up the stairs, his new wife giggling the whole way.

When Harry arrived home that night, no one had done the dishes.

….

Harry wasn't particularly happy about having part of his allowance taken away, especially since the theatre tickets had cost him most of the money he'd already saved up, but he understood. He was learning that though Sirius and Amelia were united in their desire to provide a loving and happy home for him, they were different people and things were going to be different in their home now that it included Amelia. And he was about to learn that that could be a very good thing for him.

"Please! Please! Pleeeeaaaasssseeee!"

Sirius raised an eyebrow at his son. "Harry, you are nearly 16 years old. Stop whining like a toddler. I told you the answer is no. If you ask again, I will find a corner for you to plant your nose in until you are ready to act your age."

"But Dad…"

"Harry!" Sirius's voice was sharp and could be heard all the way into the dining room where Amelia and her niece Susan were beginning their lunch and awkwardly trying not to listen to the heated exchange between father and son.

"Gryffindors," Susan muttered with a playful eye roll.

Amelia laughed and tweaked her nose. "Watch it young lady. I was a Gryffindor, remember."

Susan smiled. "Did you get into as much trouble as they do?"

Amelia took a sip of her tea and winked at her niece. "Wouldn't you like to know."

They shared a laugh until Amelia's face grew serious again. "Don't you feel a bit bad for Harry though? If I were a teenage boy, I wouldn't want to spend my evening with three witches and a baby."

When Remus lived with them, Harry usually went to stay with the Weasleys when Remus transformed. Now that he was living with Tonks and Teddy, they typically came to the Potter-Black residence while Sirius and Remus stayed at Remus's cottage. But now that Susan was visiting, Amelia thought it would be fun to have a girls' night with her niece and Tonks. It was just Harry's bad luck the Weasleys were out of town, so Harry had nowhere to escape to. So Harry had taken to asking, and then begging when he was rebuffed, for Sirius to allow him to go to Remus's with him and spend the night with them.

Of course, Sirius had said no, and of course, Harry had argued. Repeatedly, to no avail.

Susan shrugged. "I suppose so, but it's not like he can hang out with a werewolf instead. Isn't that super dangerous, even if Professor Lupin is asleep most of the time?"

Amelia shook her head. "Werewolves aren't dangerous to animals."

"Well, what does that have to do with Harry?" Susan asked, her face pinched in confusion.

"Oh, he didn't tell you? Harry is an animagus," Amelia replied.

"What?!" Susan asked in shock.

A moment later Harry and Sirius walked into the dining room. It seemed a truce had been reached, or at least a ceasefire called until after lunch, but neither wizard seemed particularly happy.

"You're an animagus?" Susan asked Harry.

"Yeah," Harry smiled, instantly brightening. "Want to see?"

Susan nodded and Harry stood up and transformed. He perched on the back on his dining chair and sang for a moment before becoming Harry again. "Cool, isn't it?"

"It's bloody brilliant!"

"Susan," Amelia said warningly.

"Sorry, but it is."

"I can't believe you didn't know," Amelia commented.

"Well, I heard a rumor, but I hear so many rumors about you that I just kind of figured it wasn't true."

Harry looked at her. "Like what?"

Susan shrugged. "Well, I heard once that you had a dragon tattoo on your chest."

Harry laughed. "Yeah, Ginny told everyone that, but I can assure you, it's not true."

"Then I can assume Ron doesn't have a pygmy puff tattoo either," Susan asked, giggling.

"I'm going to let that one remain a mystery," Harry answered cheekily, causing the whole table to laugh.

Susan looked back at her aunt. "Why didn't you ever become an animagus, Auntie?"

Amelia looked at Sirius. "I guess I never had the urge to hang out with werewolves," she teased, winking at him.

Sirius chuckled, his mood improving as well.

"I wish I could be an animagus," Susan commented.

Harry stuck a crisp in his mouth before asking, "What type of animal would you want to be?"

"Hmm, I don't know. I really love swimming. Maybe some sort of fish? I wonder how that would work. Would I have to transform in the water?" Susan said.

"I also wonder how it would work having gills and fins. Would you have to learn to use them or would it just come naturally," Harry added. "I knew how to fly, but it did take some getting used to, having wings."

Sirius looked at Susan. "If you're really interested, I'd be happy to teach you like I taught Harry. But you'd have to get your parents' permission first. It can be a dangerous process."

Susan's face was instantly worried. "How dangerous?"

"Well," Sirius began, wiping his mouth with his napkin. "Some wizards get stuck, or they end up with one body part stuck like an animal. It can be fixed, but it's bloody painful."

"Sirius," Amelia said with exasperation.

"Sorry. It's true though."

Susan grimaced. "No thank you. I think I'll pass."

Harry snorted. "Hufflepuffs."

Susan glared, but instantly smiled after. "Yes, it's terrible we don't regularly try to kill ourselves," she retorted sarcastically.

Harry chuckled. "Yeah but if you never take any risks, you miss out on all the fun. Flying is exhilarating, plus, do you know how much faster it is to fly to Hogsmeade than to walk there?"

"When did you fly to Hogsmeade?" Sirius interrupted, his left eyebrow arched.

"That's neither here nor there," Harry said hurriedly, "The point is flying is fun. I can fly over the entire castle. I can even fly so high a werewolf couldn't reach me," he added, pointedly looking at his food to avoid eye contact with his father, who was not entertained.

Sirius sighed and rubbed his temples. He was just about to open his mouth to reprimand his cheeky son when he felt Amelia's hand on his arm. Startled, he looked at her as she mouthed, "Let it go."

Sirius had never been particularly good at such extreme measures, so he was just about to say something that would have been undoubtedly embarrassing for his son when Amelia spoke quickly.

"Who would like some ice cream?"

Sirius just blinked at her while Susan and Harry happily agreed, and before he knew what was happening he felt his wife pull him into the kitchen to "help."

At this point Sirius was even more annoyed. "I hope you brought me in here to discuss what we're going to do about that snarky teenager out there."

Amelia looked at him in exasperation. "I think you should reconsider."

"Reconsider punishing him? I think I've given him far too many warnings Amelia…"

"Reconsider letting him go tonight," she interrupted.

"What?"

Amelia just raised her eyebrows at him as she wordlessly summoned the bowls and spoons.

"Are you aware of how dangerous a werewolf is?" Sirius asked, shocked that his wife was suggesting such an idea.

Amelia shot him a sinister glare. "Yes, I am Sirius. Are you aware of how hypocritical you sound when you forbid him from going but go yourself?"

Sirius pursed his lips, crossed his arms, and let out a long breath.

"I also know," Amelia continued, "that Wolfsbane has come a long way. If that wasn't the case, I would have had a much harder time pushing through the werewolves' rights legislation we just passed."

Sirius sighed. "You're not wrong."

"Plus, Remus has been transitioning safely for years now. What makes you so afraid now?"

It had been over a year since Sirius had watched his son die in front of him, and no matter how much time and how many mind healer sessions passed, that feeling would likely never leave him. He was very averse to taking any risk, any time, but even he had to admit that Amelia did have a point.

"I hear what you're saying," Sirius replied, "But what if this time is the one time that is different?"

Amelia put the lid on the ice cream and put it away. She walked over and placed an arm around her husband's waist. "If you really thought it was that dangerous, you wouldn't go yourself."

Sirius stood stiff for a few seconds before he finally relaxed and put his arms around his wife. "You may have a point. But it's not like we do anything exciting. We mostly just sleep to be honest."

Amelia looked up at him. "I don't think that really matters to Harry. For him, it's about being a part of something that you and his dad and Remus are a part of. I know this parenting thing is constantly finding the balance between being Harry's friend and being his dad, but I think this is one time that you can be his friend. And he turns 16 in two days. These moments are going to be happening more and more as he gets closer to being of age. We might as well start getting used to them."

Sirius nodded, lost in thought for several seconds. Finally he let out a long breath and looked at his wife. "I'll have to talk to Remus."

…

Amelia joined the teenagers back at the table as they ate their ice cream. She could tell Harry was anxious, especially since Sirius had not returned to the table, but she didn't say anything. It was ultimately going to be up to Remus to determine if Harry could come, and she didn't want to get the teenager's hopes up for nothing. Mostly though, she wanted Sirius to be the one to share this with Harry.

Just as they were finishing up, Sirius stepped in.

"Harry, I'd like to speak to you in my study, please."

If Harry had been paying attention, he would have noticed how Sirius smiled at Amelia and gave her a slight nod, but he was too busy wincing, worrying about what Sirius wanted to speak to him about. He hurried to the study to face his doom.

Sirius followed him inside, shut the door, and walked behind his desk before speaking. "After speaking to Amelia and Remus, we have decided to let you accompany Remus and me during the full moon tonight."

It took several seconds of sheer dumbfounded disbelief before what his father was saying fully sunk in. "Wait…what? You're letting me go?"

Sirius nodded. "I am."

Every part of Harry's body reflected his rapid change of emotions. His eyes brightened and blinked rapidly, as if to assure himself he was not asleep and dreaming this scenario. His shoulders no longer slumped, his mouth was a huge, goofy grin, and he was practically bouncing. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He ran around his father's desk and hugged the man hard enough to drive the breath out of him.

Once Sirius recovered from nearly being knocked off his feet, he quickly returned his son's hug and smiled. "You're welcome, Pup." He patted his son's back and held on a little while longer before pulling back and looking down sternly at his son. "There are some rules that you must agree to, though."

Harry nodded quickly. "Yes, sir. Anything."

"Ok, have a seat and let's talk."

Harry wasted no time in obeying.

"First of all," Sirius began, "you must remain in your animagus form the entire time. If for some reason you don't think you can stay that way any longer, then you are to leave Remus's basement and go to his guest room before transforming. Anytime you are around Moony, you must be a phoenix. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. The second thing is, unfortunately this can only happen on school holidays. Remus is not willing to let you attend when you're at Hogwarts. It's just too risky for him to let a student be with him, no matter who the student is. He'd get fired in a heartbeat if the parents found out. You understand?"

"Yeah, that makes sense," Harry agreed reluctantly. He didn't particularly like that rule, but he wasn't going to worry about full moons in the future right now. The important thing was he was allowed to go tonight.

"And last," Sirius continued, "I don't anticipate anything bad happening tonight or I would not be allowing you to attend, but if for whatever reason things go wrong and I tell you to leave, you will obey me without question. Is that understood?"

Harry gave a final nod. "Yes, sir. I will. Promise."

"Ok," Sirius said, nodding absently, trying to calm his own nerves. "Well, if I were you, I'd go get some rest. It's going to be a long night."

….

Harry was almost dead on his feet by the time he and his father stepped through the floo the next morning. Sirius had been right; they had slept most of the time, but Harry wasn't used to sleeping in his animagus form and hadn't rested well.

The worst part had been seeing Remus transform. He could tell his godfather had been in a great deal of pain even with the wolfsbane, and he hated that he was powerless to help him. What he didn't realize was that just his presence there had been a tremendous help. Harry the phoenix had watched in amusement as Moony and Padfoot played and wrestled like two small pups. Then, they turned to him and spent a good hour chasing him around the room as he dove in and out of their reach. After a couple of hours however everyone was exhausted, and the rest of the night was spent sleeping.

Sirius woke him shortly after sunrise the next morning, after he had settled Remus into his own bed. Knowing that Harry had never spent that much time as a phoenix, Sirius helped talk him through transforming back to human, and it wasn't until Harry was himself again did he realize how much energy had been expended during those hours. Every muscle in his body was sore and he could barely keep his eyes open. Sirius even had to help him up the steps to his bedroom.

It was nearly one in the afternoon before Harry woke enough to sense that he was not alone in his room anymore. He opened one eye to find Sirius and Remus smiling down at him. He reached for his glasses and sat up slowly.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Harry asked his godfather, his voice groggy.

"Not bad at all," Remus told him. "I had good company last night."

Sirius nudged his son's shoulder. "Make some room, pup."

Harry scooted to the center of his bed, while Sirius and Remus moved to sit on each side of him. All three men leaned against the headboard and sat quietly for a few moments.

After a while, Remus cleared his throat. "Thank you for being there last night, Harry. It meant a lot to me."

"Thanks for letting me," Harry responded quickly. "I enjoyed it. Although, I am sore today. I guess being in my animagus form that long will take some getting used to."

Sirius and Remus chuckled, and each of them moved in a little closer to the boy they each loved so much.

"Would you like a pain potion?" Sirius asked him, though he was sure he knew the answer before he even asked.

Harry shook his head. "No, I'm ok for now."

Sirius nodded his understanding before waving his hand, producing a glass of firewhiskey and three shot glasses.

"What's this?" Harry asked.

"This is tradition," Sirius told him, opening the bottle.

"After the first full moon that we were all together for, your dad and Sirius snuck into the hospital wing to see me. Madam Pomfrey had long given up trying to keep them out after my transformations, so she just usually looked the other way as long as they didn't cause a disruption, and miraculously they never did. Your dad had nicked a bottle of firewhiskey from your grandfather, so we each took a shot in commemoration of our first full moon together when her back was turned. We continued that tradition for every full moon afterward," Remus explained.

"And Moony and I revived the tradition," Sirius added, passing out the shot glasses.

"Who did you steal this bottle from?" Harry asked.

Sirius laughed. "Cheeky brat. Alright," he lifted his glass, "to your first full moon."

"Cheers," Remus said, and after clinking their glasses together, each of them took their shot.

Harry winced at the taste. "Merlin, that stuff is awful." He pretended to be upset as his father and godfather laughed at him, but once they settled down, he looked up at Sirius. "Can I ask you a question?"

Sirius nodded. "Always."

"What made you decide to let me go?"

Sirius sighed, leaned back, and crossed his legs. "Well, to be honest, Moony has brought it up a couple of times ever since you became an animagus."

"Really?" Harry asked, looking up at his godfather.

Remus nodded. "Really, but I wasn't sure. But I can't take full credit for this."

"Mostly, it was Amelia," Sirius told him. "She reminded me that as much as I want to deny it, you're growing up."

Harry leaned into his father's chest and smiled. "Dad?"

"Hmm?"

"I like having Amelia around."