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Restoration of Magic	By : Bickymonster & CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10396 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Three weeks seem to have vanished, but here is our next installment. Thank you to Emily for her work beta-reading this. Hope you enjoy
Chapter 9
20th December 1995

Frank had no idea when they had lost control of the situation, everything had been going fine, the boys were answering their questions, and Frank felt like they could have made some progress into finding where the other missing children were located. Then Mad-Eye, the overly paranoid Auror, had gone and ruined it.

Frank could understand what the man had been doing, trying to get to the truth, and he was sure that if these kids had been hiding anything, Mad-Eye would be able to find out for sure; this was the only reason Frank had allowed Mad-Eye to question one of them in the first place. However, right now, their small amount of progress had been ruined by this one incident, and now Frank was put in the position of either stopping these boys from leaving and losing all hope of ever getting them to trust him again, or else simply allowing them to leave.

“Do what you want,” Sirius told him bluntly, “I’m not losing my Godson again,” and with that Sirius started following the four boys, who were making their way down the hallway.

Frank let out a long sigh. “Dawlish, see to Moody, I will handle this situation,” he said, not waiting for his fellow Auror to respond before following after Sirius and the four boys.

Up ahead of him, the boys had reached a locked door, but that barely slowed them down, as Harry simply raised his hand and seemed to will it open. Frank wanted to know more about how they had gained such control of their magic; it was just yet another question that he had for these teenagers, though one that paled in significance compared to what he needed to know in order to find Neville and the other children.

“Harry, wait, please,” Sirius implored, as the boys moved out of the Auror’s secure corridor and out into the rest of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

“No, we are leaving,” Blaise answered before his mate had a chance to, turning to glare at Sirius. The other three boys stuck close to Blaise, Harry’s hand linked with his mate’s. Frank took his chance to catch up and approached where Sirius was standing. “You attacked one of us,” Blaise snapped.

“No. Moody did,” Frank pointed out calmly. “I understand why you are upset, but he does not speak for all of us. Please do not let one man’s actions spoil everything.”

“What is a ‘Death Eater’?” Draco asked from where he was still being held closely to Theo’s side.

“Where did you hear that?” Frank asked, though he already knew the answer, and it just fueled his anger towards Moody and his actions.

“That man kept accusing me of being one,” Draco said waving his hand in the direction of the door they had just come through. “If I’m going to be accused of being something, I think it’s only fair that I know what it is,” Draco said.

“You are absolutely right,” Sirius said before Frank had the chance to. “Let’s go back in there, and talk this over.”

“No,” Theodore snapped, moving so that Draco was mostly hidden from these men. “We gave you a chance. I don’t care if you share that man’s opinion or not; you still allowed him near Draco,” Theodore said. He didn’t raise his voice, but the low even tone he used still seemed to portray just how angry he was at them, at the whole situation, and how much effort it was taking for him to not go back and take his anger out on the man who had attacked his mate.

“We understand,” Frank said.

“No, I don’t think you do,” Theo interrupted again. “Against our better judgment, we trusted you. We didn’t have to stay; we didn’t have to answer your questions,” Theodore said, not taking his eyes off Sirius or Frank, even when he felt Draco shifting behind him, and felt Blaise step up a bit closer, to act as another shield between their mates and these men.

“We know,” Sirius said. “We haven’t given you any reason to trust us at all.”

“Well, actually, you did let us get some sleep, without splitting us up,” Harry interrupted, wanting to point out that these people hadn’t been completely unreasonable. Despite everything he still liked both Sirius and Frank; they seemed genuine to him. “And they brought us food,” he added looking imploringly at his friends and mate. “Maybe they’ve given us some reason.”

“Yes, Harry’s right,” Sirius exclaimed happily, grinning at his godson. “Please give me another chance. I’ll keep you safe.”

“Give US another chance,” Frank said. “I have spent the past fifteen years looking for you, and the other missing children.”

“But we’re not missing, we’re right here,” Harry said with a small smile.

“But you have been missing,” Sirius said. “We didn’t know where you were before. There were no clues. We tried everything we could think of to find you.” Sirius sighed, turning his attention away from Harry for a moment. His godson seemed willing to give them another chance. It was the other three that still looked apprehensive about the idea.

“What can we do to convince you to stay?” Frank asked.

“We don’t want to stay here,” Blaise said, not willing to stay in a building with the man who had scared Draco so badly, nor where they were so vulnerable. “There are too many people, and while you two might be okay, we have been attacked twice since we arrived here,” Blaise pointed out. “So there is nothing you two can do to convince us to stay here.”

Frank and Sirius exchanged a look; the two of them understood why the four boys wouldn’t want to stay here, and be in close proximity to the people who had already attacked them. “What if,” Frank spoke, turning his attention back to the four of them again, “we found you a place to stay? It was never our intention to make you stay in the Ministry to begin with,” Frank informed them.

“And where would you have us stay?” Draco asked, still not willing to trust these people, but this conversation was reminding them that, if they did leave the ministry, they really had nowhere else to go.

“The original plan was to return you to your parents,” Frank said.

“The only acceptable course of action, Longbottom,” a sneering voice said from little way behind the four teenagers.

The four children turned, Blaise and Theo pushing Harry and Draco behind them once more as they spotted a very tall, slender man, with long, white-blond hair. The man was holding a long cane that clicked against the floor as he took several steps towards them and the teenagers took several steps back, in the direction of Frank and Sirius.

“What are you doing here, Malfoy?” Sirius asked, coming to stand next to Theo, wanting to be ready if Lucius made a move for his son. As much as he didn’t believe that Lucius was involved with the children having gone missing, he wasn’t about to turn Draco back over to this man, at least until they were certain and he had no choice. That the man had arrived here within hours of the children only added to his concerns.

“I am here to collect my son and heir,” Malfoy declared pompously. “Draco, come,” he commanded.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Draco told him, holding onto his mate and sticking close to Theo’s side. Though he couldn’t help but stare at the man who was claiming to be his father. He could hear in his mind all the accusation that the awful Auror had thrown at him, claims he had made about this man, and it made him even more wary. Not that he would go anywhere without Harry, Blaise and Theo anyway.

“Do not be so absurd,” Lucius said dismissively. “I am the head of the Malfoy family, and you are my son, you will do as you are told. Your mother is waiting for us to return home, and it has been more than fourteen years since she last saw you...”

“Then she can wait a while longer,” Theo interrupted, not even willing to consider letting his mate go anywhere with this man, even if he was Draco’s father or not.

Lucius glanced at Theodore, raising a blond eyebrow at him. “And you are?”

“Theodore,” Theo said, “and Draco is not going anywhere with you,” he insisted.

“That is not for you to decide, boy” Lucius narrowed his eyes, studying the boy in front of him for a moment. Just looking at him, Lucius knew that this was Corvus’ missing son, and while he was now debating taking Theodore with him as well, he was not pleased with teen’s obvious attitude. “This is a family matter and you have no say in what happened with regards to my son, as you are neither his parent or guardian.”

“He might not, but I do,” Sirius said before Theo had a chance to speak again. Sirius suspected that Lucius would not react well to Theo declaring himself Draco’s mate. “As Draco’s closest blood relative, and given the ongoing nature of the Auror investigation, I have been assigned his guardian.”

Frank recognised the bluff for what it was, but knew it was their only hope to keep this man from taking Draco home with him. “As I was about to explain before I was interrupted,” Frank said, speaking up as he approached Blaise’s side, and looking at the teenagers, “we would like to keep you in protected custody while the investigation continues.”

“And we wouldn’t stay here?” Blaise asked, as Harry leaned against his side.

“No, you would be staying at my house,” Sirius said. Frank gave him a stern look, knowing that Sirius was simply trying to protect his godson. It was against policy, but there was nothing he could say about it without giving that away to Lucius.

“You can not keep me from my son,” Lucius sneered, narrowing his eyes at Sirius, who was looking a little bit smug.

“Actually, you have been suspected of Death Eater activity in the past, though that was never proven. And because I am personally involved with the investigation involving these four, I can, in fact, keep Draco away from you,” Sirius said, purposely not looking in the direction of Frank, knowing his fellow Auror was not happy with him. Sirius was also reluctant to break eye contact with Lucius.

“We shall see about this,” Lucius said, his hand tightening on his cane. He looked toward Draco, wanting to get a good look at his son before he left. He took his time, taking in his son’s appearance; Draco looked like a true Malfoy in many regards, with perfectly straight blond hair that reached his shoulders, and refined features that made him look much like Lucius himself, but the boy was much smaller than he had expected for fifteen.

Lucius’ view of Draco was blocked, when Theodore stepped in front of the blond teen. Lucius nodded once, looking at Sirius and Frank. “Gentlemen, I will be seeing you again shortly,” Lucius said, walking forward, and forcing the small group to part and let him pass as he went straight to the head Auror’s office.

“I REALLY hate that man,” Sirius growled, once Lucius was out of sight.

“What the bloody hell were you thinking!” Frank snapped rounding on him. “You have custody of them? They are staying at your house? Accusing him of being a Death Eater? Do you even realise how far you’re pushing it right now?”

“Yeah, but it got rid of him for now didn’t it?” Sirius shot back.

As the two of them started having a heated discussion about what Sirius should, or should not have said, Blaise rolled his eyes at the adults. He looked to Theodore, who was having a quiet conversation with Draco, most likely about the man who had wanted to take Draco away. Even without the interference of Sirius and Frank, there was no way Draco would have been taken away, Harry alone would have seen to that.

Blaise turned his attention to his own mate, who had actually been oddly quiet through this whole exchange. Harry was leaning against him, which wasn’t out of the ordinary, as Harry liked being close to people, but there was something different this time. Harry seemed to be using Blaise as more of a way to stay on his own feet, instead of just wanting to be close.

“Harry?” Blaise asked in quiet concern, which turned to worry when Harry didn’t immediately look up at him. “Harry? What’s wrong?” Blaise asked a little louder, knowing now that there was indeed something wrong with his mate. He was too quiet and too still.

“Don’t feel so good,” Harry said quietly, leaning more completely against his mate’s chest as Blaise tried to get his attention. Blaise tilted his chin up until their eyes met, and Harry could see the worry written all over Blaise’s face. He gave him a shaky smile.

“Talk to me, Harry,” Blaise requested, needing to know what was going on with him so that he could help. “Are you hurt?” he asked, wondering if he had somehow missed his mate getting injured, though he had no idea when that might have happened.

Harry shook his head, but stopped when that seemed to make him feel worse. “His magic just felt so wrong,” Harry explained.

Blaise sighed, nodding his head in agreement. He had felt it too. He wasn’t sure how to describe it, but there had been a wrongness that surrounded Draco’s father, and he supposed that Harry must have felt it even more strongly because it was quite clear that Harry was reacting very badly to it.

“Blaise...I really don’t feel good,” Harry complained, and Blaise wrapped his arms around Harry, holding him as gently as he could. He knew there wasn’t much he could do for his mate at the moment, other than hold and comfort him.

“Alright it’s settled then!”

Blaise glared over at Sirius, as the man’s loud obnoxious voice caused Harry to flinch. “What’s settled?” Blaise asked.

“You four are going to be staying with me for now. Frank is going to deal with all the legal shit about that, so we can leave and get you boys settled,” Sirius said. “How’s that sound, Harry?” he asked, reaching out to put his hand on Harry’s shoulder, only to have Blaise smack it away.

“It would be best if you don’t touch him right now,” Blaise said, not trying to sound rude, but knowing he came across that way.

“Blaise? What’s wrong with Harry?” Draco asked, moving out of Theodore’s arms to approach Harry, taking care not to touch him.

“I don’t feel good,” Harry explained again, turning his head slightly so that he could see Draco.

“You’re sick?” Sirius asked with wide eyes. “Should I go get a healer?”

“I think any ‘healer’ you could provide might make him worse,” Blaise said, not like the idea of a wizard casting any of their corrupted magic on his mate, and knowing that Harry would react badly to it. “It might be best if we get him somewhere to just lay down for a little while.”

Sirius nodded quickly. “Alright, we can leave now. Follow me,” Sirius said, only glancing behind him to see that the teenagers were going to follow him.

Blaise lifted Harry up, being careful not to jostle Harry around to much as he carried him. Draco followed next to them, shooting worried glances toward Harry as they hurried to keep up with Sirius as the man lead them over to a large fireplace.

“I thought you said we were leaving?” Draco asked.

“We are. The easiest way to get to my home from here is by floo,” Sirius explained, taking down the jar of floo powder that was kept next to the fireplace.

“Floo?” Harry asked, blinking at Sirius, then at the fireplace.

“You’ve never traveled by floo?”Sirius asked, then shook his head deciding it wasn’t an important question that needed answering. “Nevermind. Okay, it’s simple; we just throw floo powder into the fire and tell it where to take us,” he explained, “but maybe I should take you, just in case.”

“We aren’t all going to fit in there,” Theo pointed out, frowning at the fireplace. Draco looked entirely unconvinced by the whole suggestion too.

“Hmm, no, you’re right,” Sirius said, thinking it over, “I suppose I will have to take you two at a time. So who wants to go first?” he asked enthusiastically. “You want to get Harry out of here, so maybe I take him first.”

“And I’ll go with him,” Draco offered, and Blaise’s arms tightened around Harry protectively, not liking the idea of his and Theo’s mates being out of their sight. “I have more healing knowledge, and will be able to do more to help Harry than the two of you right now.”

“Draco’s right,” Harry said quietly, cuddled up in Blaise’s arms. “And I trust Sirius; he will come right back for the two of you,” he assured his mate, hoping that Blaise would trust his instincts.

“Fine,” Blaise said, gently setting Harry back on his feet. “But I don’t have to like this,” he insisted.

“Thank you,” Harry said, leaning against Blaise again, before Draco gently pulled him away, wanting to get his friend somewhere he could lay down. “Let’s get this over with,” he said, knowing that he was probably not going to enjoy this experience.

“Sure thing, kiddo,” Sirius said, tossing his handful of floo powder into the flames, which turned instantly green, much to the surprise of the four boys. “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he promised Blaise and Theo, as he stepped into the green flames and gestured for Harry and Draco to join him.

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Remus let out a long sigh as he leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes in a vain attempt to get a little more rest; he had been awake since the early hours of the morning, when Sirius had been called into the Ministry because of an emergency. Remus had attempted to get back to sleep, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself from worrying about why Sirius had been called in so suddenly. As a result, Remus had been awake since, unable to get back to sleep despite how tired he was.

The fireplace suddenly lit up, and Remus sat up straighter, watching as Sirius appeared, with two young boys. Before Remus could even question him, Sirius had gently pushed both boys off to the side, away from the fireplace.

“Hey, Remus, watch these two for a minute. I got two more I gotta bring through,” Sirius said, and without any more explanation, Sirius was back through the floo, leaving Remus to deal with these two unknown children. Looking at the two new occupants of the room, Remus was alarmed to see the smaller of the two had practically fallen to the floor and was now being violently sick.

“Are you okay?” Remus asked, once the boy seemed to have stopped.

“Does he look okay to you?” the blond boy snapped, narrowing his eyes at Remus, before turning his attention back to the other boy, who was taking slow deep breaths. The blond was whispering softly to him. “It's okay, Harry. Do you think you can stand?” he asked, waiting for the boy called Harry to nod his head before helping him stand slowly.

Remus watched as Harry leaned against the blond. “Draco, room is spinning,” he mumbled, looking as though he wouldn’t be able to stay standing without the help of his friend. Remus moved forward to help, but the blond, who was apparently called Draco, led Harry over to one of the chairs in the room. Harry let out a small sigh as he sat down.

“Here’s some water,” Remus said, having grabbed a glass and filled it with a spell, wanting to do something to help the petite boy, who was still looking quite unwell.

Harry blinked, looking up at the new voice that had spoken, and stared into the shocked amber eyes. Harry smiled politely as he took the glass of water offered him. “Thank you,” he said, his voice sounding raspy. He sipped it slowly before closing his eyes and resting his head back against the chair as the room slowly stopped spinning.

Remus couldn’t help but stare at the teen in front of him, hardly daring to believe what he was seeing. This boy, this Harry, was the spitting image of James, as he had been when they had been about twelve. Though if this really was his friend’s son, and given that it was so clearly Lily’s eyes that had looked up at him a few moments earlier, he was sure it was, this boy was actually fifteen.

“Quit staring,” Draco snapped irritably, feeling even more protective over Harry than usual.

“Sorry. I don’t mean to stare; it’s just…” Remus trailed off, not sure how he should explain himself, when the fireplace flared to life again, and Sirius stepped through with two other boys.

“Calm down Draco,” Harry said, opening his eyes to smile at his friend, as Blaise hurried over to his side, crouching down next to him to check he was okay. “It’s not like he’s going to eat me,” Harry said, turning his attention then to Blaise and smiling at him. “Hi,” he greeted his mate.

“Hi,” Blaise greeted back with a smile, reaching up and running his hands through Harry’s hair. “Are you feeling any better?”

“Mmm, yes?” Harry said.

“You don’t sound to sure about that,” Theo said in concern, as he too came to stand next to Harry.

“I was sick, and the room is still spinning.” Harry frowned, considering it for a moment. “If I don’t move too much I feel okay,” Harry explained, hoping to clear some of the worry on his mate’s face.

“It’s the magic combined with the trip over here,” Draco explained, “all we can do is wait. He should feel better soon.” Draco sounded confident as he spoke, though he had no experience with any of this.

Remus and Sirius stood off to the side, watching the four teens as they seemed to be in their own little world right now. “Sirius, what is going on?” Remus asked, turning his attention toward the man next to him.

“It’s a LONG story,” Sirius sighed, not at all sure where to start. When he had been called into the Ministry, he really hadn’t expected to be coming home with four teenagers in tow. He was aware that ideally it was the sort of thing he should have discussed with Remus first, even if there really hadn’t been a chance.

“Then you best start talking,” Remus said sternly. “Who are these boys?”

“I thought Harry would be easy enough to recognise,” Sirius said, unable to hold back a grin as he looked at Remus.

“So you’re certain that it really is Harry? James and Lily’s Harry?” Remus asked hopefully, and Sirius nodded in confirmation, still grinning. “Where was he?”

“That would be the long story,” Sirius told him. Remus just waited impatiently. “He showed up in the middle of the Ministry with those three, and I had to get them all out of there before Lucius Malfoy managed to lay claim to Draco. Apparently the little blond over there is his kid.”

“That’s Malfoy’s boy?” Remus asked in surprise, turning to get another look at the blond who had arrived with Harry. He could see the resemblance now he was looking for it; though, like with Harry, the boy looked too small.

“If you two are going to stand there and talk about us, you might want to include us in the conversation,” Theo said, eyeing the two adults.

“Or take it somewhere else,” Draco said, though he didn’t look at them, his focus mainly on Harry, who was still looking as if he were going to be sick again.

“Harry?” Blaise said in concern, putting a hand on his mate’s arm.

“I feel sick again,” Harry said, closing his eyes tightly. “Blaise...they’re too loud,” Harry whimpered, leaning toward his mate slightly. Blaise stood up quickly, leaning down so he could lift Harry out of the chair and hold him close, before claiming Harry’s seat, holding his mate on his lap.

“Ignore them, Harry. Just focus on me,” Blaise said, rubbing his hand gently over Harry’s back.

“Is he alright?” Remus asked, looking at Harry with concern. He glanced at Sirius, who was frowning slightly at the teenagers; Remus was a little surprised that his boyfriend was reacting so calmly to Harry being cuddled on the other boy’s lap; Sirius had grown up a lot in the last decade, but he still tended to be a bit on the protective side. “Do you need a potion or anything?” he offered, as he returned his attention to Harry.

“No, I just need Blaise,” Harry muttered, his eyes closed as he remained cuddled up to his mate. “And for you two to stop feeling so many things,” he added with a small wry smile.

Blaise chuckled. “I don’t think that is possible for anyone to do, Harry,” the teen said, leaning down placing a gentle kiss on Harry’s forehead.

“Well, they better try; they’re making Harry feel worse,” Draco said, turning an accusing look toward Sirius and Remus.

“I’m not exactly sure what it is you think we’re doing,” Sirius said.

“Harry is Empathetic,” Theodore explained. “He is not used to feeling so many people in such a short amount of time. Between all those people at that Ministry place, and now what you are feeling, it’s overwhelming him,” Theodore said, not really fond of the idea of sharing so much with these two men, who were still strangers to them. But Theodore also knew that if they were going to be staying here, then they would find out sooner or later anyway.

“So...he can feel what we feel?” Sirius asked.

“Mostly just really strong emotions,” Harry explained, “but both of you are feeling a LOT of strong emotions right now...and it’s making my head spin.”

“Sorry,” Remus said hesitantly. “It’s just that we are reeling a little from suddenly having you back in our lives. In a good way,” he added quickly, “ we are very glad to have you back, but it is a lot to process. Like your friend said, we can’t really just stop feeling.”

“Mate,” Harry corrected, forcing his eyes open to look at Sirius and Remus, the latter of which looked confused. “Blaise isn’t just a friend; he’s my mate.”

“You’ve called him that multiple times since you arrived,” Sirius said.

“That’s because people keep getting it wrong,” Draco said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Blaise and Harry are mates. Theo and I are mates,” Draco explained.

“What do you mean by ‘mate’?” Remus asked, looking at the blond boy curiously.

“Is there another meaning of mate?” Draco asked Theo quietly, not wanting to look like an ignorant fool in front of these people he barely knew. Theodore shook his head, as he only knew of one meaning for the word. Draco looked back at Remus. “I don’t know how else to explain it,” he admitted.

“It means that we belong together,” Harry said, feeling better the longer he stayed close to Blaise. “We were bonded as mates when we were ten.”

“Ten?!” Remus and Sirius both exclaimed in shock, sharing a look with each other. “What exactly did this bonding entail?” Remus asked cautiously, hesitating, not really sure how to ask the question he needed the answer to. “Did you have to… be intimate?”

“No,” Blaise assured him, sounding rather amused. He then turned his attention to his mate, who was looking up at him questioningly. “He means sex,” Blaise explained, and Harry nodded in understanding before looking over to Remus.

“No, sex is for making babies,” Harry told him factually, while Remus and Sirius stared at him in stunned silence, “and Draco and I don’t want babies yet. We are only fifteen.”

“Harry,” Remus began, not sure where he should start. After all, this was not the first conversation he imagined having with Harry. “It is fine if you want to be with your… mate…”

“No it’s not,” Sirius interrupted, giving Harry and Blaise a stern glare. “You’re fifteen. No sex.”

Remus threw his mate a pointed look and Sirius fell quiet. He kind of agreed with his boyfriend, but it was really besides the point he was trying to make. “It is fine if you want to be with your mate, but I don’t think you have to worry about having babies,” Remus explained.

Harry tilted his head curiously. “Why not?”

“Because you’re a boy, you can’t have babies,” Remus said, even more curious now than before to know exactly where Harry and the other three boys had been all these years, and what exactly they had been taught.

“Can to!” Harry argued, “Draco and I are like girls; we can have babies,” Harry said, looking over to Draco for confirmation.

“We can have babies,” Draco agreed, looking back at Remus and Sirius. “You two are mates. Can’t one of you have babies?” Draco asked.

“No,” Remus said, frowning as he tried to figure out how he could explain something like this to the confused boys. Remus felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to look at Sirius, who just shook his head.

“We can come back to this discussion late., I don’t think it’s all that important, since whether you can have babies or not, you already said you weren’t going to, so it’s pointless to keep talking about it,” Sirius said with a small grin.

“Imagine that; we actually semi-agree on something,” Blaise said with a smirk, before turning his attention back down to Harry. His mate seemed to be feeling better now, but was still clinging to him, and looking tired.

“Alright then,” Sirius said, “do you four want a tour of the house? Or would you just rather see where you’ll be staying for now? Harry looks like he could use with a good rest,” Sirius said, eyeing his godson. He was happy that Harry no longer looked like he was going to be sick, but he was worried about how pale and tired he still looked.

“Some rest first I think,” Blaise said before Harry had a chance to answer. He suspected his mate’s curiosity would make Harry ignore his need of sleep, and sure enough when Blaise looked down, Harry was pouting up at him. “I am sure Sirius will be more than happy to give you a full tour later.”

“Of course,” Sirius assured him. “I’ll be right back,” he promised Remus, who nodded curtly and gave him a look that said there would be more explanation required when he got back. Sirius nodded in agreement, before turning back to the boys. “This way,” he told them heading out into the hallway.

Remus had always said they didn’t need such a big house, but Sirius suddenly felt rather vindicated, knowing that they had enough spare rooms to house all four of the boys. Besides, he had liked it from the moment he saw it, with it’s large windows and big open feeling of space; a complete contrast to Grimmauld Place where he had grown up. He had been so excited by the place that he had bought it right away, and delighted in moving himself and Remus into it soon after. He might have bought it but it was very much their home, and it pleased him greatly to know that James’ little boy was here now too.

“This place is so pretty,” Harry commented as Sirius led them up the stairs. “So much better than the Ministry. You can see all the trees here,” he said, looking longingly out of the large windows that looked out on the fields, garden and woodland outside. There wasn’t another house in sight.

“Don’t mind who has which room, but this is the first one,” he said as he pushed open a door close to the top of the stairs. “And there’s another one here,” he told them, opening the room next to it.

There were six bedrooms in all, including Remus and Sirius and a bathroom. The reading room overlooked the slightly overgrown back garden, while the study, which Sirius pointed out to them, was the only closed and locked door, as he requested that they stay out of there. Sirius had, however, assured them that they were welcome to explore the rest of the house.

The boys had tried to say they didn’t need a room each but Sirius had been adamant. In the end they had chosen, Harry proudly declaring that he had found the one with the bounciest bed, and Draco snottily insisting that his was the most comfortable. Blaise and Theo both simply picked rooms next to their respective mates.

“I think tomorrow I can take you boys out to get some new clothes,” Sirius said, standing in the doorway of the room that Harry had chosen.

“Why? I have clothes already,” Harry pointed out. “And we even remembered to bring some extra too. I think Theo has them,” Harry said, looking as if he were feeling much better than he had before.

“Still, it would be best if we got you more… normal looking clothes,” Sirius insisted.

“Our clothes are normal,” Draco said from behind Sirius, as he moved passed him into Harry’s room, sitting on his best friend’s bed. “You’re the one’s who are wearing weird clothing, it seems like it would be really itchy,” Draco said, remembering the feeling of Sirius’ robes, when he and Harry had flooed over here with him.

“Regardless, you can’t go around in wizarding places wearing those… tunics, you’ll stand out like a sore thumb,” Sirius insisted, not quite sure what to make of their clothing. “And we really want be avoiding drawing attention to you because otherwise we will get questions that we are not ready to answer.”

“As reluctant as I am to admit it,” Theo said, as he too stepped past Sirius and into Harry’s room, joining Draco on the bed, “Sirius is right. It would probably be advisable to try and blend in for now. At least until we work out what we want to do next.”

“Well I want to find my parents!” Harry said excitedly, as Blaise joined them too. Sirius’ expression fell.

“Your parents?” Sirius asked, surprising himself with how calm his voice sounded.

Harry nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! That’s one reason why we all came here. Though… I hope my parents aren’t like Draco’s father was…” Harry said.

“They… no, Harry, your parents aren’t like that,” Sirius said. “Well, you boys get some rest, I need to go and talk with Remus,” Sirius said, and left the room quickly.

“That was weird,” Blaise said, staring at the empty doorway where Sirius had been standing a moment before. “Wasn’t it?” he asked, glancing at Draco, who nodded his agreement.

“Did I say something wrong?” Harry asked, looking genuinely worried that he had said something that upset Sirius. He liked the man a lot. He was fun to be around, and had done nothing but help them since they had arrived in the wizarding world.

“I’m sure it wasn’t you, Harry” Theo said, reassuringly.

“But-”

“No, Theo’s right,” Blaise said, moving over to Harry so he could wrap his arms around his mate. “If something you said did upset him, there is no way you could have known. It is not your fault,” Blaise insisted.

“But-” Harry tried to speak again, only to have Blaise put a hand over his mouth.

“Keep arguing, and I will have to take drastic measures,” Blaise said seriously. Harry narrowed his eyes mischievously at Blaise, before biting his hand. “Ow! Harry, you little brat!” Blaise said, pulling his hand away, and looking at where Harry had bit him. His mate had hardly left a mark, but it had done the trick.

Harry hurried over to Draco, pulling his friend off the bed and away from Blaise, using the blond as a human shield as he peaked out from behind him to look at Blaise.

“Shouldn’t have put your hand near my mouth then!” Harry giggled, sticking his tongue out at Blaise. Harry let out a squeak ducking behind Draco as a pillow came flying toward the two of them, missing Harry, but hitting Draco in the head.

“Hey! Leave me out of this!” Draco snapped turning to glare at Blaise, only to have another pillow thrown at him.

“Theo! Do something!” Draco whined.

“You’re the one who is acting as Harry’s shield,” Theo shrugged, clearly amused by the turn of events.

“Looks like we’re on our own, Draco,” Harry said, picking up the pillows that were on the floor near them, handing one to Draco.

“I guess so,” Draco said, taking the pillow looking at Theodore, who raised an eyebrow at him.

“What do you plan on doing with that?” Theo asked.

“Absolutely nothing,” Draco said, smirking when he saw the blanket on Harry’s bed start hovering, a moment later both Blaise and Theo were wrapped up in the blanket, and Harry was laughing hysterically at the shouts coming from their mates.

“Run, Draco!” Harry said, still holding his pillow as he darted out of the room, Draco close behind him also laughing. They heard the shouts of Theo and Blaise, and a moment later Draco heard them following.

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Remus had retreated to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea, though he was debating on spiking it with something a bit stronger. He could hardly believe it. Harry was actually here, after missing for nearly fifteen years.

“Hey, Remus,” Sirius said, as he came into the kitchen. Remus turned to look at his friend and lover, giving him a shaky smile.

“Are the boys resting?” Remus asked, though his question was answered not by Sirius, but the sound of thundering feet overhead. Remus glanced toward the ceiling. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“They’re supposed to be resting,” Sirius stated, as he shook his head. “But I suppose it’s also a good thing that they’re comfortable enough here already that they’re playing games,” he said, moving further into the kitchen, going to the cupboard where they kept the firewhiskey.

“I was debating that myself,” Remus said, eyeing the bottle as Sirius opened it; Sirius didn’t even bother getting a glass as he just took a decent swig. “Sirius?”

“Harry wants to meet his parents,” Sirius said, holding the bottle out for Remus.

The werewolf only hesitated a moment, before taking the bottle, though he had a little more class than to just drink straight from the bottle. He, instead, poured some into his cup of tea before handing the bottle back to Sirius. “What did you tell him?” Remus asked.

“What could I tell him?” Sirius asked, “Sorry, I know you came here to find your parents and all that, but they’re dead.” Sirius ran a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t tell him that.”

“He’s going to find out, sooner rather than later,” Remus pointed out before taking a large gulp of his drink.

“I know!” Sirius growled, “I know, Remus.” Sirius took a deep breath and calmed himself down. “I didn’t lie to him though; I just didn’t tell him anything,” Sirius admitted.

“I suppose that is better than getting his hopes up.” Remus moved over to stand next to Sirius, leaning against him so he could rest his head on the slightly taller man’s shoulder. “Maybe we can pull out some old pictures, show him what they looked like at least, and explain to him what happened,” Remus said.

Sirius smiled, wrapping his arm around Remus’ waist. “What would I do without you?” He smiled.

“Probably go completely mad,” Remus said, smiling back at him.

“Well, you’re just going to have to stick around forever, and make sure that doesn’t happen,” Sirius told him emphatically, his smile turning into a grin, before he leaned down and gave Remus a quick kiss.

“I suppose we should contact Dumbledore, and get an Order meeting underway,” Remus said, taking another sip of his spiked tea.

“What for?” Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean ‘what for’?” Remus questioned. “Harry shows up in the Ministry, after missing for fifteen years, and you don’t think it’s important that we mention this to the rest of the Order, who have been looking for Harry and the other missing children.”

“Oh, right, yeah, I see your point there,” Sirius said. “I suppose I better get in touch with Dumbledore then. I don’t think Frank will have had the time. He’s a bit busy cleaning up the mess I left him with at the Ministry,” Sirius chuckled, removing his arm from around Remus, putting the firewhiskey bottle down and hurrying to the floo before Remus could question him about what he had done.

Remus made to follow Sirius, but a loud screech from upstairs caught Remus’ attention, and so draining the last of his drink and discarding the cup on the side, he stepped through into the living room and strained to hear what was going on. The happy giggles sounded out a few seconds later, and he felt reassured that the boys were just playing. He was certainly not used to having other people in their home, least of all four young teenage boys.

Trusting that things were okay upstairs for the moment, he followed after Sirius, who he found with his head in the fireplace. Remus settled himself on the sofa across from the fireplace, taking a moment to enjoy the view of his boyfriend, while Sirius was in that position; though he resisted the temptation to grope him a little, knowing that the headmaster was on the other side of the floo call.

It was only a few more minutes before Sirius ended the call, the flames returned to normal. Getting to his feet, Sirius spotted Remus and smirked at him knowingly. “Dumbledore is going to make the relevant calls and they will be here in the next half an hour or so.”

Remus nodded his head, holding out his hand. Sirius took it, allowing himself to be pulled forward and down for a brief kiss before taking a seat as close as possible to Remus’ side. The two of them relished the moment of calm, knowing that their house would soon be full of order members, all of them trying to give their two knuts. Though the sound of running feet above them brought a smile to both their faces.

“How long do you think we have before someone comes in and tries to take Harry from us?” Remus asked, not really expecting his boyfriend to have the answer to that, but needing to acknowledge that their claim on him was somewhat tenuous.

“I am more worried that someone will take the other boys,” Sirius admitted, and Remus looked confused. “I have seen how they are with each other, and if they think they will get separated, they will disappear again; I’m sure of it. And with Lucius already having tried to lay claim to Draco, I doubt Corvus Nott will be far behind; though he has his other little boy for an heir now,” Sirius sneered disapprovingly. It bothered him endlessly that some of these families seemed to view their children as nothing more than a means to an end.

“You never did tell me how you managed to keep Malfoy from getting his son,” Remus said.

“I did some very fast talking, while accusing him of being a Death Eater,” Sirius shrugged, “told him some nonsense about protection for the boys and on-going investigations. Frank will figure out how to make it legit.”

“Sirius…” Remus said with an exasperated sigh. He didn’t even know where to start, but he had to say something. Sitting up, he turned enough to be able to look Sirius in the eye. “I can’t believe you sometimes. You KNOW how dangerous it is to go around accusing Malfoy of such things without proof. Like it or not, he has more influence than you do, and could land you in serious trouble.”

“I had to say something to shut the pompous prick up,” Sirius argued back, pushing himself to his feet. He felt it was a bit much Remus criticising him, when it was only his quick thinking that had protected the petite blond upstairs from being dragged off to Death Eater central. “And it bloody worked, remember!”

“For the moment,” Remus pointed out, knowing that it would never be so easy as just taking the boys for themselves. While they did have some claim on Harry, with Sirius being his godfather, they had no rights at all to Theo, Blaise or Draco. “What happens when Malfoy or one of the other parents decides to go to the Minister, or asks for an enquiry or something?”

Sirius shrugged his shoulders, not actually having an answer for that, just knowing that he was going to do everything it took to protect Harry and the other three boys that seemed to come with him as a package deal. “I am sure Frank will manage to botch the paperwork enough that we don’t need to worry,” he said dismissively.

“As brilliant as Frank is, not even he is going to be able to make you taking four children, all of whom have been missing for well over a decade, and bringing them into our home part of correct Auror procedure,” Remus snapped impatiently, getting to his feet too.

“He could make it work. It’s not like we’ve ever dealt with a mass kidnapping before,” Sirius snapped back. “All of this is pointless anyway, the boys are here now, and that’s what matters. I’m not letting anyone take them away from here either,” Sirius insisted.

Remus narrowed his eyes at Sirius, but before anything more could be said, the fireplace flared to life before Dumbledore stepped out into their living room. The Headmaster took a moment to take in the scene in front of him.

“Am I interrupting something?” Dumbledore asked, looking from Remus to Sirius.

“No,” Sirius said, though kept his eyes on Remus for a moment longer before looking at Dumbledore. “You’re not interrupting anything; we just finished talking,” Sirius said, and could practically feel Remus still glaring at him, and he knew that they may be done talking for now, but the conversation was far from over.

“Good, good,” Dumbledore smiled, “The others will be coming through shortly.”

“It might be best if we hold the meeting in the kitchen,” Sirius suggested, smiling as he glanced upwards at the sound of more laughter, followed by someone running around again.

Dumbledore also glanced upward, smiling as well. “Yes, perhaps there will be less distractions in there,” Dumbledore agreed, looking at Sirius as the man lead the way to the kitchen.

Remus remained behind, closing his eyes and slowly counting to ten as he calmed himself down. He still had a lot more that he wanted to say to Sirius, but arguing with him during the Order meeting wouldn’t be practical. When Remus was sure he had his anger in check, he made his way to the kitchen.

It wasn’t long before some of the other Order members started arriving, and Sirius threw up a silencing spell over the room, not wanting to draw the boys downstairs just yet. Fabian, Gideon and Arthur all arrived, Tonks and Kingsley not along after them. Bill showed up last, just as they were just getting ready to start the meeting, as they had a limited time due to the fact that most everyone was here during their lunch break from work.

“Thank you all for coming at short notice,” Dumbledore said happily as he got to his feet. The other members stopped in their conversations and the few who were still standing found chairs around Remus and Sirius’ thankfully large kitchen table. “I am sure a few of you will have already heard, we have some rather exciting news! One of the missing children, Harry Potter has been found” he told them.

Remus and Sirius shared an exasperated look at the headmaster’s dramatic flare as excited though confused chatter broke out, everyone demanding answers at once. They certainly had a lot to discuss, and so Dumbledore tried once again to calm the gathered guests so that they might talk about what they might do next.

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Harry held in a giggle as he heard Blaise chasing after Draco, the two of them running right past the place where he was currently hidden. Their pillow fight had grown rather out of hand, and he was currently tucked into some kind of cupboard in the hallway.

He listened carefully for a few seconds, but it seemed to have gone quiet for the moment, so he poked his head around the door, looking both ways down the corridor. It was quiet, none of the others in sight. With his pillow tucked safely under his arm, Harry quickly ducked out of the cupboard and down the set of stairs next to it. No one would think to look for him downstairs, as their game of pillow fight hide and seek had so far been kept upstairs between their own rooms.

Giggling again smugly, feeling rather pleased with himself, Harry quickly glanced back up at the landing above; he was glad to see that no one was there, and that his genius plan hadn’t been foiled. He moved promptly out of the hallway, through the closest door, and found himself in a large living room, bathed in bright winter light. There was no one around, so he took a moment to take in the sight.

The room was just as beautiful as the rest of the house, the large open window let in the afternoon light, giving a view of the side yard that was covered in snow. Harry wondered if he and the others would be allowed to go outside and explore.

“Harry!?”

The sound of his name being called by Blaise caught his attention, and suddenly Harry was on alert once more. He focused, listening carefully so that he might be able to work out what the others were up to.

“Do you think he went downstairs?” Draco asked, and even from that distance, Harry could hear the suspicion in his friend’s voice, and knew he was busted.

Wanting to look for somewhere else to hide, Harry all but charged through the next door; however, he came to a rather abrupt halt as he realised the room was full of people. Nine faces turned to look at him at once. He paused, looking behind him and around the room in general, realising that there was magic being forced to contain the sound. He shifted a little uncomfortably because of it, but turned back to the people, who were still staring at him.

“Hi,” he greeted, giving them a smile, his pillow still clutched to his chest.

“Well there’s no doubting that he’s James’ boy,” a large, darker skinned man down the far end of the table stated, and there was a soft mumbling of agreement.

Harry tilted his head curiously at this man, blinking as a white feather fell in his line of sight; reaching up Harry ran his hand through his already disheveled hair, causing more white feathers to fall to the floor around him. Giggling softly Harry shook his head, in an attempt to rid himself of even more feathers.

“Harry,” Sirius said, unable to keep the smile from his face as he watched his godson, “I thought you and the others were resting.”

Harry stopped what he was doing to look at Sirius. “Oh, we were going to, but then the pillow fight started, then it turned into a pillow war, and now I’m hiding from the others!” Harry said, his smile turning into a full grin.

“Was this a war against the pillows?” Sirius asked, glancing down at the pillow that he was sure had had more feathers in it before Harry had gotten hold of it.

“No, first it was me and Draco against Theo and Blaise, but then Draco turned on me. He exploded a pillow all over my head!” Harry said, gesturing to the feathers on himself and the floor as evidence of this.

“Well, I hope you got revenge for that,” Sirius said, chuckling.

“I will later; my revenge has to be carefully planned out,” Harry said.

“It is always wise to plan ahead,” an elderly man spoke, gaining Harry’s attention now.

Harry stared at the man, eyeing him up and down for a moment. He was smiling kindly and had the biggest, whitest beard that Harry had ever seen. Harry thought that his bright purple clothes were rather fun, but he couldn’t remember having seen anyone as old as this before. “Wow, you look older than Arnaldo,” he said softly.

Before there could be any reply to Harry’s comment, the door burst open again behind Harry, causing him to jump and turn around in surprise. A grin spread across his face when he saw grinning when he saw his mate standing there.

“Look Blaise, I met lots of new people,” Harry said enthusiastically, practically bouncing as he hurried to Blaise’s side, taking hold of his arm and pulling him toward the table of strangers.

Blaise looked a little unsure of himself as he raised his free hand in greeting. “Hi,” he said to the group of unknown people, raising an eyebrow at Harry when his mate let out a small giggle.
The next update for this story will be in four weeks instead of three, as real life has been kind of consuming all of our time lately, but we are hoping to get back to writing more soon, and then hopefully we can get back on our usual schedule.
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