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Thanks, as always, to Emily for beta-reading this chapter.
Chapter 13
24th December 1995

It was Christmas Eve morning, and Remus was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping at his tea, copy of the Daily Prophet spread in front of him. It was early, a little after six in the morning, and there was no hint of the sun in the sky yet, so he was momentarily surprised to hear footsteps on the stairs. He had a feeling who it might be though.

“Morning,” a sleepy voice said from near the door, and Remus looked up and gave Theo a smile.

“Morning, Theo,” he greeted. “There’s tea in the pot.”

Theo nodded gratefully, smothering a yawn with the back of his hand as he headed over to pour himself a cup.

Draco and Theo hadn’t reappeared the afternoon before. Remus had gone to check on the boys after the Weasley horde had all left, wanting to talk to them, but the two had already been fast asleep, cuddled together. He wasn’t quite sure what to say to Theo now, but he knew that they had to talk about what had happened in the kitchen the day before.

“Draco still sleeping?” Remus asked, as Theo took a seat across from him.

“Yeah. But I don’t think he’ll be sleeping much longer. Neither of us meant to fall asleep yesterday,” Theo admitted.

“I’m honestly not surprised. All four of you boys have had a long few days. It was bound to catch up to you eventually,” Remus said. Even though he still didn’t know what the boys had gone through to get out of the Fae city, Remus assumed that it hadn’t been all that easy.

“I do feel better for that long sleep,” Theo told him. “Though waking up might take me a little while,” he added, causing both Remus and Theo to chuckle quietly. “So what has you up at this hour?”

“Oh, I just tend to like my early mornings,” Remus explained. “Gives me a chance to read the paper and have my tea in peace before Storm Sirius awakens.”

“Oh, sorry, I can leave you to it,” Theo said apologetically, moving to stand. Remus, however, reached out and put a hand over his.

“That’s not what I meant at all,” Remus assured him kindly. “I am simply used to being up at this hour. I do no mind the company. I rather like it to be honest.”

“If you’re sure,” Theo sounded uncertain, watching Remus for any hint of deception; he found none.

“I am,” Remus confirmed. “I was actually hoping we might have a chance to talk.”

“About what?” Theo asked apprehensively, focusing on his tea so that he wouldn’t have to meet Remus’ eye. He suspected what it was that Remus wanted to talk about, and even though Theo didn’t want to discuss what had happened before he had run out of the kitchen yesterday, he felt that he owed at least some sort of explanation. Though at the same time, he wasn’t about to offer the information freely, in case it turned out that wasn’t what Remus wanted to discuss.

“About why Molly’s questions upset you so much,” Remus said, giving Theo a sad smile. “I understand that you boys don’t like talking about your lives with the Fae much, but you seemed particularly shaken.”

“We can’t go back,” Theo told him firmly. “We can’t take you there.”

“Can’t or won’t?” Remus asked, but he quickly shook his head when Theo’s expression became annoyed. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just wanted to know if you would be able to get to the Fae city if you wanted to.”

“The only way we will ever be able to go back there is if the Fae somehow find us and force us to go back,” Theo said. “If there was a way to go back and get our friends out, we would have told someone, but we can NOT go back,” Theo said wanting to get the point across once and for all.

Theo relaxed a little when Remus nodded his head in understanding. “Getting out of there isn’t easy. If we hadn’t had help, we wouldn’t have made it either.” Theo took a long sip of his tea. It was difficult to believe that it had already been over a week since Harry and Blaise had first found those files.

“You had help?” Remus asked eagerly. It was the first time any of them had willingly offered any information about how they had found their way back to the Wizarding World.

“I’m not comfortable talking about this,” Theo admitted.

“You don’t have to then. I just want to understand you boys a bit better,” Remus said, frowning when Theo shook his head.

“It’s not fair that we haven’t told you anything, and I’m hoping that by telling you this, explain how we got away, we won’t be asked to go back there,” Theo said his gaze still fixed on his tea.

Remus watched the teen sitting across from him, studying the boy’s posture, and the way his hands were clutching the mug. Theodore seemed almost frightened by the thought of going back to the Fae city. “No one wants to make you go back there,” Remus said, hoping to reassure Theo.

“I’m not worried about anyone here making us go back,” Theo said. “I’m more worried about what’s going to happen if they find us,” he sighed and sipped at his tea again.

“Theo,” Remus started to say, but the teen suddenly looked up at him.

“Just let me talk. If I don’t do this now, I’m not going to,” Theo said firmly, waiting for Remus to nod his head. Theo let out a small sigh.

“To answer your question from before, yes, we had help escaping, from someone in charge of the city. I’m sure there were others involved as well, but Itham is the one that opened the portal for us and sent us away,” Theo said, thinking back to that night and how surprised he had felt when Itham had shown up.

“A portal?” Remus asked and Theo nodded.

“Portals are the only way in or out of the Fae city, that I know of. The whole city is surrounded by forest; it keeps it hidden, and keep them protected,” Theo finished the last bit of his tea setting the cup back down. “But it also keeps us from escaping.”

“So if you hadn’t had help…”

“We’d probably be lying dead in the woods somewhere. Our escape was rushed, and not planned very well. But we didn’t have time to plan. Harry was putting himself in danger daily by that point, and Blaise was afraid that if we didn’t leave immediately that Harry was going to try and leave without us,” Theo rambled. “We did all we could, but if Itham hadn’t shown up to help…”

“It’s okay,” Remus assured him, seeing that Theo seemed upset by their almost failed attempt. “Itham did show up and you are safe now.”

“But we nearly got Harry and Draco killed.”

“You don’t know that, Theo. There’s no telling what would have happened,” Remus said, reaching across the table to rest his hand on Theo’s, trying to comfort the teen.

Theo pulled his hand back sharply. “I DO know what would have happened! They would have both died, just like Adrian did! And it would have been our fault.” Theo breathed in deeply, closing his eyes; he had to calm down, he hadn’t meant to say so much, and Remus was correct of course, Harry and Draco hadn’t died, Itham had shown up, and they were safe.

“Theo,” Remus said, the tone of voice he used demanding that Theo look at him. Opening his eyes to look back at the werewolf, Theo stared into those golden eyes as Remus continued speaking. “I know that you and Blaise have been raised to protect and care for Harry and Draco, but you are both still children too.”

“That’s not the point,” Theo argued irritably.

“That’s exactly the point,” Remus countered. “You take too much on yourself, Theo. I am not saying that you need to stop taking care of Draco, but you don’t have to take responsibility for his safety on your shoulders alone.”

“I’m his mate,” Theo said.

“And you always will be, but there are others here that can help you take care of him now. Sirius and I are here to take care of all you boys,” Remus said.

Theo took a deep breath rubbing a hand over his face. “You don’t understand. I’m his mate. I’m responsible for him. That… that’s how we were raised. If something happens to our mate, we’re better off just being dead,” Theo said miserably.

“No!” Remus snapped. “This is what I mean, that is taking too much onto yourself, I understand that is how you were raised, but it’s wrong.”

Theo stared at Remus with wide eyes, trying to wrap his mind around what the werewolf was saying. While he did understand it, and could tell just from watching Remus and Sirius that mateships worked differently in the wizarding world, Theo couldn’t just turn his back on things he had been taught since he was old enough to speak.

“I am not asking for an overnight change of thinking,” Remus added, when Theo said nothing. “But maybe it is something you could just consider?”

“I’ll consider it,” Theo finally said, standing and removing his empty mug from the table. He dropped it into the sink. “I’m going to go see if Draco’s awake,” he said, and went to leave the kitchen, pausing only for a moment when he saw Sirius walk in. Theo mumbled a good morning to him before he hurried passed.

Sirius watched Theo go silently before turning to look at Remus giving his mate a wide smile.

“Why are you so happy this morning?” Remus asked, raising an eyebrow at his boyfriend.

“Oh, no reason, I’m just glad that you finally know what James and I went through for all those years trying to convince you that you’re not a monster,” Sirius said, going over to start himself a fresh pot of coffee. “At least that should be a bit comforting to you. Give it fifteen years or so, and Theo might actually believe you,” Sirius said, and received a stinging hex on the back of his head.

---------------x

Theo had been right, and Draco had woken not long after he had headed back upstairs, but the two of them stayed upstairs with Harry and Blaise, while their friends remained sleeping for another couple of hours. It seemed that the excitement over the last few days had finally caught up with them as well.

Sirius didn’t really want to wake them, as it seemed they were getting sleep they obviously needed, however Sirius and Remus wanted to take the boys shopping for new clothes, and there was still Christmas shopping to get done as well. As the clock reached ten thirty in the morning, Sirius decided that it was time to get the boys out of bed.

“Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve. I’ve definitely lost my mind,” Sirius mumbled to himself as he climbed the stairs heading toward Harry’s room. He only peeked inside to see if Harry had actually remained in his own bed last night, unsurprised to find it empty, before heading down to Draco’s room.

Sirius knocked on the door, waiting for a moment to see if the boys were awake already. He smiled when he heard a muffled giggle coming from the other side of the door.

“If you boys are awake, it’s time to get up,” Sirius said through the door. There was another giggle as an answer and he sighed. “We don’t have time to play around this morning. Remus and I are taking you four shopping,” Sirius said opening the door to see what the boys were doing.

He only got a glimpse of Harry and Draco’s smiling faces before his vision was obstructed by a giant mass of white as he was attacked by snowballs, each one flying at his face before exploding right before impact.

Sirius cried out in surprise, stumbling back from the door and falling over onto the floor. Harry and Draco’s laughter filled the hallway as Sirius sat up to see what it was that had actually attacked him. He frowned when he saw twenty of Harry’s snow bunnies bouncing around on the floor leaving wet splotches where they landed.

“Harry!” Sirius protested, knowing that Remus would insist on the mess being cleaned up before they could go anywhere. “How many did you and Hermione make of these things?” he asked, as he scrabbled to get out of the way when several more of the kamikaze snowbunnies jumped towards him and exploded in a shower of wet snow.

“Lots!” Harry exclaimed happily. He had been so happy that Hermione had accepted his gift, and just as Ginny had predicted, the girl had wanted to know how they were made. The two of them had enjoyed bonding over the little snow creatures.

“Well, that’s good, and as cute as they are, they really don’t belong in the house Harry, so why don’t we toss these outside and then clean up this mess,” Sirius said, letting out another yell as the last few of the snow bunnies jumped at him before exploding.

“Okay, the bunnies are gone,” Harry laughed, running out of the room and splashing through the wet floor.

“Harry,” Sirius sighed. It was clear that Harry wasn’t really listening however, and so he drew his wand from his pocket and started to syphon the water out of the carpet, sending it swirling through the air down the corridor and into the bathroom. It was, despite the strange feel to Sirius’ magic, quite an impressive sight, and the four boys watched on silently until the floor was once again dry.

“Spoil-sport,” Harry said looking at his godfather with an exaggerated pout.

“Just keeping you from getting a real telling off from Remus,” Sirius told him with a grin, throwing an arm over Harry’s shoulders. “Come on you lot, get yourselves dress and be downstairs in ten,” he instructed, leading Harry back over to where Blaise, Theo and Draco were standing in the doorway to Draco’s bedroom.

“Why?” Harry asked.

“Because I’m taking you lot to get new clothes, and get Christmas shopping done,” Sirius said. “Now I mean it. Ten minutes, or I’m leaving without you,” Sirius said and left the boys to get dressed. “Oh, and no more snow bunnies in the house!” Sirius called behind him from the stairs.

Remus was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for Sirius, smirking at his boyfriend. “What was all that about snow bunnies in the house?” he asked.

“Nothing, dear,” Sirius grinned, “the boys will be down in a few minutes, then we can get going,” Sirius went to move passed Remus, but the werewolf stopped him.

“You’re really good with those boys,” Remus said, pulling Sirius in for a quick kiss.

“What was that for?” Sirius asked, grinning widely.

“Because you’re proving exactly why James made you Harry’s godfather,” Remus replied.

“Aww, and here I thought it was because you found me sexy.” Sirius laughed when Remus smacked his arm, shaking his head.

“No, I think you’re impossible,” Remus said.

“Impossibly sexy,” Sirius prompted, smiling as his comment actually got a laugh from Remus.

“Impossible, stubborn, inflated ego, handsome, and yes, there are times I find you quite sexy,” Remus said, kissing Sirius again. “Now come get me when those boys are ready to leave.” Remus left Sirius standing at the bottom of the stairs, heading back into the sitting room.

---------------x

Severus was sitting in his usual chair in the sitting room, a book sitting open on his lap as he attempted to read. This was made difficult because Lily had been pacing the length of the room for the last half hour.

“It is not even noon yet. And you know that it isn’t a guarantee that Fabian will even be coming today,” Severus reminded her.

“He said he was going to be here. He said he was bringing pictures of Harry with him,” Lily said, and Severus sighed, closing the book that was in his lap.

“I know what he said, and I think you are both being extremely foolish about this. He can bring you pictures, and you can look at them, but you can not keep them here, Lily,” Severus said. “If they were found by a death eater or if, Merlin forbid, the Dark Lord himself decides to drop by for a visit and discovers them…” Severus trailed off, knowing that he didn’t have to go into detail about what would happen.

“I just want to see him, Severus,” Lily insisted. “And since I can’t go in person, pictures are the next best thing right now.”

Severus let out a long sigh, rubbing his temples to ward off the oncoming headache. “We’ve been over this time and time again as well, if I could allow you to leave you know I would. I hate keeping you locked up here,” Severus said. It was an argument that he and Lily had almost constantly, and he should have expected it to be brought up again now that Lily knew her son was not only alive, but was home.

“You could let me leave if you really wanted to, all you would have to do is open the floo network for me and I’d be gone,” Lily said. “And you-”

“Would be on the run from the most evil wizard of our lifetime,” Severus snapped. “But if that is what you want, for me to die for you, then by all means, go.” Severus waved his hand toward the fireplace, watching as Lily actually looked toward it for a moment.

“That’s not fair, Severus,” Lily said, glaring as she turned back to him.

“I learned at a very young age that life is never fair,” Severus said, waiting to see what Lily would say or do next.

“Really, Severus?” Lily asked incredulously. “Was that actually a ploy for sympathy, or you just trying to make me feel guilty for complaining about this shit situation? I’ve known you for twenty-four years, and have lived with you for the last fifteen, I’m not buying into your whole, ‘woe betide me’ act.”

“You are not the only one who would choose things to be different,” Severus pointed out through a fiercely maintained calm.

“And I would change those things for you too, if I could,” Lily pointed out firmly, not looking remotely amused by Severus’ self-pity. “What I don’t understand is why you absolutely refuse to change things now. We are both prisoners in this house. You have someone out there who loves you, and my son is now out there too. Give me one good reason why we both can’t just leave, and tell Voldemort to go fuck himself.”

“Because he would never let either of us be. There is no where we could go that he wouldn’t find us,” Severus snapped angrily. “And you want to leave and be with your son. You would put Harry in that danger?”

“We could find a way!” Lily shouted back.

“And it was that kind of Gryffindor 'hope for the best' attitude that got your precious Potter killed," Severus argued. The silence of the room was suddenly oppressive, as Lily’s eyes narrowed in dangerous anger. Severus felt himself tense, ready to grab his wand to deflect whatever hex was thrown at him, but it never came.

Lily said nothing as she turned and stormed from the room, slamming the door on her way out. A few books on the closest book cases rattled with the bang of it, one toppled to the floor, and then the only sound was the thud, thud, thud of Lily’s heavy footfall above.

“Oh Merlin, what happened?” Fabian asked, and Severus spun around quickly, wand out and pointed at his boyfriend. He hadn’t even heard him arrive.

“Nothing,” Severus insisted, lowering his wand and moving to pick up the fallen book from the floor. “She’s sulking.”

“Okay, so what I really want to be asking is ‘Oh Merlin, what did you say this time?’ then,” Fabian stated smugly, dropping himself into Severus’ favourite seat.

Severus was scowling when he turned back to his boyfriend, an expression that deepened when he saw that his chair was now occupied. “None of your business,” he sniped, pushing the book back into its rightful place and moving over to the settee and taking a seat there instead.

“Right, of course,” Fabian said dismissively with a roll of his eyes. He knew that was going to be as close to Severus admitting guilt as he would ever get and that there was no point in pursuing the matter further.

It wasn’t the first time he had caught the two of them at some point during an argument and it was always the same; Severus never wanted to discuss it, and Lily just wanted to complain about what an insensitive jerk Severus could be.

“So, I can stay tonight,” Fabian said, a smirk twitching at his lips. Severus’ severe expression barely shifted, but Fabian could see how it softened around the edges. “My whole family is running circles around each other, and Molly was too glad not to have to find another bed to ask too many questions,” he said, as he unfolded himself from the chair and moved swiftly towards Severus.

“I suppose I could find space for you,” Severus agreed, as Fabian slid forward to straddle his lap.

“I promise to cuddle extra close so not to take up much space,” Fabian told him earnestly. “We should not even bother with pyjamas; they would take up precious room on the bed.”

“Mhmm,” Severus hummed in agreement. “And here I was thinking that Weasleys couldn’t be smart,” he teased, before pulling Fabian down for a kiss. Fabian pushed Severus further back on the settee, quickly taking control of the kiss and deepening it.

Severus let this continue until he felt Fabian’s hands start to wander. Reaching up he gently pushed Fabian to sit up right again, raising an eyebrow when Fabian gave him an exaggerated pout. “You are no better than the teenagers at school.”

“What, you’ve never had sex on a settee before?” Fabian grinned.

“Not when there is someone upstairs who could walk in on us at any moment,” Severus said firmly.

“So, you’d have no problem with it if Lily wasn’t here?” Fabian yelped as he was abruptly pushed from Severus’ lap and landed on the floor.

“Insufferable,” Severus muttered, as he elegantly stood. Pulling out his wand he gave it a gentle flick. The small buttons of his outer-robe began slipping free of the buttonholes, one after another, and Fabian watched on from his place on the rug as Severus slid the robe from his shoulder and laid it over the back of his chair.

“Undoing buttons should not be that sexy,” Fabian stated firmly, pushing himself to his feet and going after his boyfriend, as Severus headed out the door that Lily had slammed earlier. Fabian followed Severus up the stairs.

“Must you walk so close?” Severus asked.

“Mhmm, I must,” Fabian told him, deliberately trailing his hands over his boyfriend’s legs and arse as the man walked. It had been too long since he had last seen the man’s body without the barrier of clothing.

Severus let out a small snort of amusement, heading into his own room once they reached the top of the stairs. Fabian paused for a moment outside of Lily’s door, setting the package of pictures he had brought with him on the floor before knocking twice. Turning quickly, he hurried down the hall toward Severus’ room wanting to get in before Severus decided to be ‘playful’ and lock him out.

Slipping into the room, he found Severus standing there waiting for him. Shutting the door behind him, he took a step forward pressing himself against Severus before stealing another kiss, trying to show Severus without words, how much he had missed him.

---------------x

Harry’s eyes darted around the room he and Blaise had just stepped into. It was full of people bustling around, while others sat at tables, eating and drinking. Harry started wandering further into the room intending to explore more, when Remus, who had gone through the floo first, stopped him, pulling him and Blaise off to the side to wait for the others.

“Try not to wander off, Harry,” Remus said,

“I won’t.” Harry replied distractedly, as he took in everything he could about where they were, and the amount of people that were around.

The place sort of reminded him of the cafeteria in the Fae city, only smaller and darker, with mismatched furniture. It was also full of people of all ages, rather than just other kids, and everyone was dressed in the robes that seemed common to most wizards and witches. Harry knew that Remus intended to buy them similar clothing today, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He liked the clothes he had worn for as long as he could remember.

“What is this place?” Draco asked, he and Theo having stepped out of the floo and come over to join them.

“This is the Leaky Cauldron,” Remus told him, but it was apparent from the looks he was receiving from the four boys that they needed to know more than that. “It’s a pub and the way into Diagon Alley.”

“What’s a pub?” Harry asked eagerly, turning to look at Remus.

“A place that you boys don’t need to learn about until you are much older,” Sirius stated as he stepped out of the fireplace, before Remus had a chance to comment. The werewolf threw him an unimpressed look. “I’ll tell you about it when you are twenty. No, when you are going grey. Yes, then I’ll explain,” Sirius went on, making Harry giggle. Remus rolled his eyes.

“It is a place where people come to drink, and sometimes eat,” Remus told them, his hand on Theo’s back as he got them moving away from the fireplace. “We’re just passing through though,” he told them as they moved into little courtyard out the back.

“To where?” Blaise asked, frowning at the brick walls all around them. The only door out of there was the one they had just come through.

“Just wait and see,” Sirius said excitedly as he drew his wand. “You’ll like this,” he added with a smirk at the boys. He turned to one of the brick walls, and with a few careful taps, a hole appeared, growing until it had formed an archway.

“And that’s where we’re going?” Blaise asked simply.

Sirius looked rather crestfallen that they weren’t more awestruck by the revelation of the shopping street, but he supposed that while the boys were new to the wizarding world, they were not new to magic.

“There’s so many people,” Harry said.

“Yes, there are, so you boys stay close to us,” Sirius said, ruffling Harry’s hair. “If there’s something you want to look at, Remus or I will take you.”

“I think first we should take you boys to get measured for some new clothes and robes,” Remus said. “And then you can do some exploring, and shopping for Christmas presents.”

“Why do I get the feeling I’m not going to like the kind of clothes you plan on buying us,” Draco said, eyeing some of the witches and wizards that were walking around.

“I’m sure we’ll find something you’ll like,” Sirius said, putting a hand around Draco’s shoulder as he started leading the boys further into the alley.

Harry continued looking every which way, staying with the group, but he darted from one side of Remus to the other, trying to take everything in at once.

“What’s a cauldron shop for?” Harry asked, looking up at Remus.

“We use the cauldrons to brew potions,” Remus explained, even though it appeared that Harry wasn’t even listening as the teen had already gotten distracted by massive ice cream sundaes that were in the window of Fortescue’s across the road.

“What’s that?” Harry asked, already darting across the road toward the ice cream shop.

“Harry!” Blaise and Sirius both shouted out at the same time.

“Come on,” Harry said, as he turned and gestured for them to follow him. Blaise quickly moved to take Harry’s hand, not wanting his mate to get separated from him by the bustling crowds. Sirius appeared at their side as they reached the window of the ice cream parlor. “You eat it?” Harry asked in awe, as he peered in at the people sitting at the tables inside.

“You absolutely do!” Sirius exclaimed. “You’ll love it.”

“Robes first,” Remus insisted as he, Draco and Theo reached them. “And Harry, what did I say about wandering off?”

“I wasn’t wandering off. I was right here,” Harry said looking confused.

Remus shook his head with a small sigh. “Regardless, please don’t do that again. Now let’s go get you boys fitted for your new robes, then we can come back here and get some ice cream.”

“Promise?” Sirius asked teasingly, turning to look at his boyfriend with his most imploring expression. “Can I get the one with all the sprinkles on the top and Fizzing Whizzbee’s mixed in?”

“Yes, if you really must,” Remus said as he pulled Harry from where he was pressed against the window. “This way; come on,” he insisted, directing the four boys to the shop back across the other side of the street. The heavy sign above it identifying it as Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions. “Sirius!” he snapped, when he realised that the other man was still gazing longingly at the ice cream.

“I’m here. I’m here,” Sirius said as he dodged various people as he hurried to catch up with them. No sooner had he caught up with them when he paused again. “On second thought, you go on ahead. I have some Christmas shopping of my own to do.”

“What are you doing now, Sirius?” Remus asked exasperated, as he turned to look at his boyfriend.

“Nothing. Just something I think the boys are going to need,” Sirius grinned looking over his shoulder.

Curiously, Theo looked in the same direction and frowned in confusion as he read the name of the shop Sirius was eyeing. “What is...Quidditch?”

“You don’t know what Quidditch is?” Sirius asked, looking truly shocked by this information. It apparently hadn’t occurred to him that the most famous sport in the wizarding world was limited to just witches and wizards.

“Can you eat it too?” Harry asked, tilting his head in confusion.

“No! You don’t eat it. Well, the snitch certainly is small enough to swallow if you’re unlucky, but that’s not the point,” Sirius said. “Remus, I’ll be back,” Sirius proclaimed and turned around to head back across the street once again, only to stop short as something grabbed the back of his shirt.

“Sirius, I know exactly what you’re planning, and I’m telling you right now the answer is flat out, no.” Remus said firmly, narrowing his eyes at Sirius.

“But Remus!” Sirius began to protest, but Remus shook his head.

“I said no. First of all, they could hurt themselves. Secondly, we already know their magic works differently than ours. There’s no telling if a broom would even work for them,” Remus crossed his arms over his chest.

The four boys stood off to the side watching the argument take place. Harry was looking back and forth between the two adults.

“Do you feel like we’re missing something here?” Draco asked, standing next to Harry who nodded.

“The brooms can wait,” Remus said a note of finality in his voice and Sirius sighed, nodding his head reluctantly.

“Now, for the final time, let's go,” Remus said facing the boys again and ushering them forward into the robe shop, Sirius trailing behind them sulkily.

---------------x

It had taken about half an hour, but both Draco and Harry had been measured and fitted for several new robes, along with a selection of tops and trousers. Harry hadn’t been entirely sure about some of the items, but Draco had outright sulked his way through the whole event. He just didn’t see why they couldn’t continue to wear the clothes they already had.

It was now Blaise and Theo’s turn, and the young blond was watching on as a tape measure wiggled around his mate’s body, taking measurements. Theo was eyeing the tape measure distrustfully, though he and Blaise were managing to stand still, while Harry and Draco had been constantly moving around.

“This is stupid,” Draco huffed. “I don’t need any new clothes. My clothes are fine,” the blond insisted, tugging gently on the tunic he was wearing; it was one of his favourites.

“Remus thinks we need more clothes though,” Harry pointed out, looking over at the stack of clothes that had been picked out for the pair of them. “And we really didn’t bring much with us…” Harry reminded his friend.

“That’s not MY fault,” Draco snapped irritably.

“It’s not my fault either!” Harry shot back. “We brought what we needed at the time, and I think Remus is right, we do need more clothes than what we have right now. We can’t wear these forever,” Harry pointed out.

“Watch me,” Draco said stubbornly. “They’re wasting their time. I’m not going to wear any of these things,” he said, looking disdainfully at the robes that were on display.

“You’re just being impossible,” Harry stuck his tongue out at Draco.

The blond huffed, and dropped himself into a chair. It was starting to feel like he was the only one unhappy with all these changes, and he was worried he might never get used to life in the Wizarding World, with their strange foods and weird, itchy, stifling clothes.

“You can’t honestly tell me that you want to wear these clothes,” Draco said, sounding unsure of himself, unsure of what Harry would say.

“No, not really,” Harry admitted, taking a seat next to his friend. “But Remus said we need them,” he said again, frowning when Draco let out a loud frustrated sigh.

“There’s a lot of things these wizards think we need!” Draco exclaimed in frustration. “Things we’ve gotten along fine without until now!”

“They’re just trying to help,” Harry insisted, not really understanding why Draco was fighting against everything. As far as he could tell, Remus and Sirius had done everything they could to make them feel at home.

“They’re trying to make us like them!” Draco said, his voice getting louder and gaining the attention of Remus and Sirius.

“They’re just buying us clothes,” Harry said, his own voice raising to match Draco’s. He could feel the irritation coming from Draco, and it was only fueling Harry’s own irritation toward the blond.

“They’ve also given me potions, had us decorate for their holiday, insist we have our own rooms. Next thing you know, they’ll be buying us our own sticks and telling us to use them for our magic.” Draco suppressed a shudder at that thought, knowing that if anyone ever tried to make him use one of those stupid sticks for his magic, he’d set it on fire.

“Is everything okay?” Sirius asked, coming to stand next to the two teens.

“Fine,” Draco snapped, turning away sharply. Harry gave Sirius an apologetic look.

“It’s fine. Draco’s just a little moody,” Harry explained.

“I am not!” Draco snapped, narrowing his eyes at Harry.

“Sirius, why don’t you take Harry and Draco to get some ice cream. We’ll catch up in a few minutes,” Remus suggested, sounding mildly frustrated and stressed.

Sirius nodded. “Alright, come on you two. Time for the best treat you’ve ever had,” Sirius said, putting a hand on Harry’s shoulder and the other on Draco’s, guiding the boys out of the shop. Harry went along happily. Draco, however, shrugged Sirius’ hand off his shoulder, though he still followed the man back across the street once again.

“It looks a bit crowded in there. Why don’t you two sit out here, and I’ll bring something out for you,” Sirius suggested. Harry looked inside the shop; it didn’t look that crowded, though when he glanced back at Draco, his blond friend still looked very unhappy and was practically glaring at the ice cream shop.

“Okay, we’ll wait out here,” Harry agreed, smiling at Sirius when the man ruffled his hair.

“I’ll be right back,” Sirius said, watching as Harry pulled Draco over to one of the outdoor seats, before he turned and went inside.

“Did you get enough sleep last night, Draco?” Harry asked.

Draco looked startled by the question and sighed. “I slept fine. I’m not cranky,” Draco insisted.

“Then what’s wrong… it’s not just about the clothes, is it?” Harry frowned, scooting closer to Draco.

“It’s partly the clothes, but mostly it’s everything,” Draco told him, running a hand through his hair. “I know we had to leave the Fae city, I know staying there would have been a very bad idea, and I couldn’t have stayed there without you, but don’t you think we’re getting too involved in the wizarding world?”

“... I’m not sure what you mean,” Harry tilted his head slightly. “I thought we were having fun here.”

“Right now, I think you’re the only one out of all of us who’s actually enjoying himself,” Draco admitted. “I just feel like things are changing too quickly. We’ve only been in this world a few days and everything just feels so…”

“Wrong?” Harry supplied, smiling sadly when Draco nodded.

“Remus and Sirius’ home feels better, now that we fixed the wards, but everything around them, around us, it makes my stomach turn,” Draco explained.

“It’s like feeling sick almost all the time, and if one of them uses magic it makes it even worse,” Harry said.

“Yeah,” Draco sighed. “I knew coming here wasn’t going to be easy on us, but I don’t think any of us really knew how bad the wizarding world really was.”

Harry nodded in agreement, lowering his head to gaze at the ground for a few moments before he thought of something that might make Draco feel better. Shifting, Harry dug around in his pocket and pulled out the small stone that he had been carrying around with him ever since he had made it. “Here.” Harry held it out for Draco, watching as the blond boy stared at the stone for a second, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he looked from the stone to Harry.

“You brought your glow stone with you?” Draco asked, and Harry nodded, slowly feeding his magic into the stone to activate it. Harry could practically see Draco relax as they felt the gentle pulse of pure magic coming from the stone as it glowed softly in Harry’s hand.

“Of course I brought it with me,” Harry giggled. “But you can have it for a little while. It might make you feel better,” he said, placing the stone in Draco’s hand, grinning widely when the blond boy suddenly hugged him. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, returning the hug, extremely happy that he had been able to help his friend.

As the two separated from their hug, Harry caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye. Turning quickly, Harry scanned the crowd of people until he saw it again. A flash of blond hair, and a movement that had more elegance than any of the witches and wizards around them. “...Kaylin?”

“What?” Draco asked, head snapping around to look in the direction Harry was staring in. “I don’t see anything…” Draco trailed off, looking back at Harry quickly when his friend suddenly stood up.

“It looked like her,” Harry said.

“Are you sure?” Draco asked, also standing and looking nervous as he scanned the crowd, trying to find any sign of the fae Harry had supposedly seen.

“No, but we have to find out. If the Fae are here…” Harry shook his head. They would think about that after, if Kaylin really was there. Harry trusted her enough not to take them back to the Fae city, however, if she was here, other Fae could be around as well.

“We should wait for Theo and Blaise,” Draco insisted, as worry churned in his gut.

“There isn’t time,” Harry said, scanning the crowd again. He saw another flash of blond hair, and without another thought, Harry took off through the crowd of people. He didn’t have to look to know that Draco was following him; he could feel his friend close by.

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Narcissa was frustrated as she made her way up Diagon Alley for the third time, though she hid it behind an emotionless facade. No one would be able to tell by looking at her that she was here shopping for her son. A child she had not seen since he was a year old, and it was that reason alone that had kept her wandering through Diagon Alley searching for the perfect gift that she planned on sending to him. However, nothing seemed appropriate, and Narcissa discovered quite quickly that it wasn’t easy shopping for someone you knew nothing about.

She had looked at books, but she didn’t know if he liked to read. She had looked at brooms, but she didn’t know if he knew how to fly. She looked at pendants and cufflinks and bracelets, even robes, but she realised she didn’t even know what Draco looked like, and so had no hope of finding jewelry that would suit.

Narcissa silently cursed her husband’s foolishness. His quick actions, and demands for his son to be brought home had only pushed the boy further away from them. She had even told him as much; his status as a known death eater certainly had not helped things either. However, even though she was less than pleased with Lucius at the moment, she did view the situation as a blessing in disguise.

There had been whispers among the death eaters, and through the pure blood families. Voldemort had heard that the children taken by the fae were now returning. Had Lucius succeeded in bringing Draco home, Narcissa was sure that she still would not have her son back. The Dark Lord was too interested in these lost children.

So there was part of her, at least, that was relieved that her cousin had taken custody of Draco. She hadn’t seen Sirius since they were children, but she had heard much about the decorated Auror, particularly from Lily, and trusted that her son would at least be safe with him. She didn’t know much about the man that Sirius lived with though, and she was having trouble finding out anything more. It was something she intended to ask Lily about when she visited Severus next.

As Narcissa paused to look into another shop window, determined to find something to send to Draco, she saw the reflection of two children in the window. The winter sun was bright, making the reflection faint, and there were lots of people on the street, but these two were just standing there, looking directly at her, she was sure.

Taking her time, she took a few steps to the side, under the pretense of looking at something else in the window, and tried to get a better look at the pair. They were still there, and the hint of white blond hair made her heart hammer in her chest; her first thought was that it couldn’t be possible, she had been thinking about her son all morning, and this wouldn’t be the first time she gotten her hopes up just from seeing a flash of blond hair through a crowd.

Sighing softly to herself, Narcissa turned around to face the two children, and confirm that her mind was just once again playing tricks on her, caused by her wishful thinking. Her eyes immediately found both children, and now she was the one who was staring. Though it appeared that the two boys had now lost interest in her.

“I told you it wasn’t Kaylin,” the blond boy said, hitting the other boy in the arm.

“Ow! Don’t hit me. It looked like Kaylin from behind; you thought so too,” the smaller of the two argued back, and all Narcissa could do was stare. Her emotionless mask had fallen, and it was taking all her willpower not to hurry over to them right away. Her logical mind still insisted that she had to confirm what her heart was telling her.

“You dragged us all the way through the crowd for nothing. I bet Sirius is going to be really angry with you,” the blond said.

“You followed me, so you’re going to be in just as much trouble as I am.” The black-haired boy was turning away, laughing at the expression on his friend’s face.

“Shut up,” the blond snapped, turning away from Narcissa, and for a moment she felt as if someone was ripping a hole in her chest. She had known that Draco would not recognise her. There was no possible way for him to know what she looked like, just as she hadn’t known his appearance. But it didn’t make it hurt any less to have her own child look straight through her.

“Draco,” she said. Narcissa was given no time to wonder if the boys had heard her; they both spun back around quickly and were once again staring at her. Narcissa wasn’t sure if their eyes were wide with surprise, or fear, or maybe a little of both.

“Who are you?” the black haired boy asked, and Narcissa turned her attention on him. Those vivid green eyes and messy black hair; there was no denying who this child belonged to.

“Harry,” Narcissa smiled a little, happy that she would be able to go visit Lily now, and tell her unexpected friend that she had seen both their children in person.

“Your name’s Harry?” Draco asked, tilting his head in confusion.

“No, I’m Narcissa,” she said, composing herself as much as she possibly could at the moment.

“Narcissa?” Draco frowned, and glanced at Harry. “...That name sounds familiar,” he said. Harry nodded his head in agreement, though didn’t take his eyes off Narcissa.

“Yeah,” Harry said. “That’s the name of your mother.”

Draco’s gaze snapped back up toward Narcissa, his eyes slightly wider than before, though this time there was no hint of fear in them, only shock and curiosity. “My mother? Are you…?”

“I am,” Narcissa confirmed, taking a hesitant step towards the two of them, and another when they didn’t react. “I have been looking for you for so long. You look so much like your father.”

Draco narrowed his eyes, remembering the man he had already met who had claimed to be his father. “That vile man made Harry sick,” Draco said. Narcissa was taken aback by the hostility in Draco’s voice, and she had to wonder what exactly Lucius had done to earn such distrust from their son with just a single meeting.

“She doesn’t feel as bad,” Harry said, looking at Draco, and the blond turned his glare toward Harry. “Don’t say anything!” Harry snapped his hands on his hips. “There are HUNDREDS of people around, I can’t shield against everyone. You’re coming in loud and clear, and your mother feels very similar to you, so I can feel her better than others,” Harry said, though he was mostly lying about the last part, because he didn’t want Draco to tell Blaise. His mate would not be happy with him he discovered Harry was lowering his mental shields for near random strangers now.

Draco huffed. “You’re sure?” he asked after a moment, reluctantly admitting that Harry’s judgement of people was usually spot on. If Harry wasn’t recoiling from this woman, then it might be worth giving her a chance. Though he wasn’t really sure that he wanted a mother at all.

“I’m sure,” Harry assured him quietly. “She is really pleased to see you.”

“I am. I am so very pleased to see you, Draco,” Narcissa agreed, glad that Harry seemed to like her for some reason. She didn’t understand it, but wasn’t going to question something working so well in her favour. “I was actually here looking for a Christmas gift for you.”

“Why?” Draco asked, looking confused and letting out a small ‘oof’ when Harry elbowed him in the chest.

“We’re new to this whole Christmas thing,” Harry explained, smiling brightly up at Narcissa. “I think what Draco MEANT to say was, why would you buy him a gift, if you don’t even know him,” Harry said.

“That’s what I said,” Draco huffed, and Harry just shook his head.

“I didn’t think I would get a chance to see you,” Narcissa told him, still unable to take her eyes off of her son. “I wanted you to know you were in my thoughts. As for not knowing you, I would appreciate a chance to get to know you.”

Draco frowned, seeming to contemplate the idea of getting to know this woman. He supposed there were some things he could learn from her. Though he wanted to make it quite clear that while he might be willing to know her, he most definitely wanted nothing to do with the man claiming to be his father.

“You don’t have to answer right now,” Narcissa reassured him.

“Harry! Draco! Where are you?” Both boys and Narcissa looked up at the sound of someone shouting to be heard over the crowd.

“We’re going to be in so much trouble,” Draco told Harry under his breath, spotting Sirius a little way down the street.

“Harry!” Sirius called out again, as he desperately tried to spot them. “Draco!”

“Bye,” Harry said to Narcissa, before tugging on Draco’s sleeve and pulling him towards Sirius.

“Goodbye Harry. Goodbye Draco,” Narcissa said sadly, knowing she really had no choice but to let the two boys leave.

She was trying to count her blessings that she had had a chance to see and speak to the son she had thought she had lost forever, but her heart was still breaking as she watched him run off, hand-in-hand with Harry. She continued to watch until she saw them safely reach Sirius, who threw himself into telling them both off, and she turned on her heel, deciding to make herself scarce before they could mention her name.

--------------------x

Harry felt very tired by the time they got home. Harry and Draco had apologised profusely to Sirius, and convinced the man that they shouldn’t mention what had happened to the others. Harry was pretty certain that Sirius had only agreed because he didn’t want to get in trouble with Remus himself. They had gone back to the ice cream parlor, and Remus, Blaise and Theo had met them there, bags of clothes in hand, a short while later.

They had spent most of the rest of the day in Diagon Alley, and it wasn’t until Draco refused to take another step that Remus had finally offered to take them home, as Sirius was still insisting that he had more shopping to do.

Harry was now sitting on his bed, surrounded by his new clothes as he picked up each article of clothing and looked it over. There were some simple shirts, and some nicer dress shirts. Harry ran his hand over the material, frowning at the rough feeling of it. These clothes were nothing compared to the ones he had now, and Harry silently agreed with Draco that he really didn’t want to wear them. However, Sirius and Remus had gone through the trouble to get them, so Harry knew he was going to have to wear them regardless.

“Better get used to it,” Harry said, sliding his tunic off and setting it aside before looking around at the shirts surrounding him, trying to decide which one he was going to try on first. He managed to narrow his choices down to three shirts, though as he ran his fingers over each one, he felt as if they would feel too itchy once he put them on.

“Harry, I was…” Blaise said as he walked into Harry’s room, however, his brain ground to a halt, the rest of his sentence completely eluding him, when he was distracted by the sight of his mate, sitting half naked on the bed.

“Were what?” Harry asked, looking up at Blaise. “Are you okay?” he questioned with concern, tilting his head to the side as he tried to figure out what was wrong with his mate. “Blaise?”

“Err,” Blaise said, coughing awkwardly. “Yes, I’m good. You inspecting your new clothes?” he asked, keen for anything to take his mind off of Harry’s nakedness, preferably before Harry’s empathy clued him in on exactly how much he was enjoying the sight.

“Trying to decide which I like best,” Harry told him. “Come help me choose,” he suggested, clearing a space on the bed next to him. “Please,” he added sweetly, when Blaise didn’t move to join him right away.

Blaise took a deep breath, moving further into the room, purposefully leaving the door open. He, however, didn’t sit on the bed, standing just in front of it. “What do you need my help with?” Blaise asked, forcing himself to look at the clothes Harry had around him.

Harry let out a loud sigh, darting forward and grabbing Blaise by the wrist, pulling him down onto the bed. “Help me pick something. They all feel really itchy, but I have to wear one of them,” Harry said, his focus on the shirts again.

Blaise was silent once again. He was taking in the sight of Harry, his mate, someone who, until today, he had never seen in anything less than a short sleeve shirt and knee high trousers. And even then, that was only for their trip down to the river when they celebrated Ambas-ilarey.

“Blaise!” Harry yelled, pushing him out of annoyance. “Stop staring and help me already!”

Blaise chuckled. “I can’t help it,” he admitted.

“Then kiss me already, so that you can help me choose something to wear!” Harry huffed.

“Kissing shouldn’t be something you do to get it over with,” Blaise protested with a laugh, amused that Harry was perfectly aware how of his state of undress was affecting Blaise, and his ability to think properly.

“But you want to kiss me,” Harry said, grinning at Blaise. The tan teen raised an eyebrow at his mate.

“I’m beginning to think you’re doing this on purpose now,” Blaise said, and wasn’t fooled by the far too innocent look that Harry was now giving him.

“What makes you think I’m not?” Harry questioned. Blaise groaned, covering his eyes, and fell backward onto the bed.

“And to think most everyone back in the Fae city thought you were too young for such thoughts,” Blaise said, moving his hand to look at Harry again when he heard his mate laugh.

“I like kissing,” Harry admitted. “I like the way you feel when we’re kissing.”

Blaise felt his face heat up at Harry’s words. There were a few things that Harry could be referring to, however, Blaise knew exactly what Harry meant, and he didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it until now.

Blaise was knocked out of his thoughts when Harry suddenly straddled him. “Harry, what are you doing?”

“If you won’t kiss me, I’m going to kiss you,” Harry said, leaning down, his hands resting on Blaise’s chest. Harry took a moment to enjoy the surprised look Blaise was giving him, before he leaned down and pressed his lips against his.

“Mhmm,” Blaise moaned in approval. He hadn’t expected this, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. On the contrary, he couldn’t think of anywhere he would rather be, than under his mate, being kissed.

He reached up, wrapping one arm around Harry’s back to keep him from getting any ideas about moving away. He threaded the fingers of his other hand into Harry’s hair, deepening the kiss. He was vaguely aware of Harry’s roaming hands, which had gone from gripping his shirt, to toying with the ties that held it closed.

Blaise trailed his fingers along the bare skin of Harry’s back, feeling his mate shudder above him and arch his back slightly. When he did it again, Harry moaned loudly, his fingers pulling at the ties to his tunic now. Blaise knew he should stop now, he had gotten his kiss, however, when Harry’s smooth slender fingers slid along his now exposed chest, Blaise lost all rational thought.

Harry knew he had done something right the moment he felt the surge of emotions right before the whirlwind started, and Harry lost himself again. He gave up trying to figure out which were his feelings and emotions, and which were Blaise’s, and let his shields down completely.

Harry wasn’t prepared for the overwhelming feeling, and broke the kiss with a short cry. Burying his head against Blaise’s neck, Harry gasped and panted. “Blaise.”

“Harry?” His mate sounded out of breath too. Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him close before Blaise sat them both up, keeping Harry in his lap. Harry could feel Blaise’s worry; however Harry was still riding the sudden high, and didn’t want to stop. Slipping his arms around Blaise, Harry’s lips brushed against his mate’s neck, pulling a surprised moan from him.

“H-Harry, wait,” Blaise stuttered. But Harry could tell that waiting was the last thing that Blaise wanted to do. Shifting his hips forward, Harry pressed himself more firmly against his mate.

“Blaise.” Harry pulled away so he could look at Blasie. “Kiss me,” he demanded.

Blaise happily obliged. He could try and reason, point out why they should stop, but having Harry close to him again, being able to touch his mate’s bare skin, and the slow rocking of Harry’s hips against his, Blaise decided he didn’t care about reason, all he cared about was Harry.

Leaning forward, Blaise kissed Harry firmly, his tongue sliding into Harry’s mouth kissing him deeply and properly, pulling a wonderful mewling sound from him. Harry’s hands were roaming all over again, pulling at the tunic until it slid off, landing among the clothes already covering Harry’s bed.

Blaise moved his own hands to Harry’s hips, pulling them more firmly against his own, groaning at the spike of pleasure he felt, a noise that was mirrored by Harry. Any thoughts of stopping were long gone, replaced with thoughts of what to do next, and how many more wonderful noises could he get from Harry.

Breaking the kiss, Blaise moved to start kissing and sucking at Harry’s neck, feeling the slim body arch against him. And then, it was gone, and Blaise found himself sitting across the bed from Harry, panting and trying to figure out what had just happened.

Harry looked equally confused, staring at Blaise, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to catch his breath.

“What do you think you two were doing?” Remus’ voice broke through the fog that seemed to have taken over both boys’ brains.

“I think we were kissing,” Harry said, looking up toward Remus.

“Last I checked, kissing did not involve removing your clothes,” Remus said.

“Then maybe you’re not kissing right,” Harry said with a wide smile.

“Clothes, now,” Remus said firmly. “Blaise, go wash up for dinner; Harry, downstairs and help Draco set the table,” the werewolf ordered.

Harry pouted, looking over at Blaise who had already grabbed his own tunic and slipped it back on. Harry huffed and looked at Remus. “Kill joy.”

“Yes, I have killed a lot of joys in my time, now put your shirt back on, and go help Draco.”

Remus stood in the doorway, watching to make sure that Harry did in fact go downstairs, the teen pulling his tunic on as he went. Shaking his head, Remus let out a long sigh; he had been more shocked than anything to walk into Harry’s room and find the boys in that position. Mostly because they all came across as so innocent that it hadn’t even occurred to Remus that the boys might try and have sex.

He vaguely wondered if he and Sirius should have to have ‘the talk’ with the boys. Smiling to himself, Remus decided he would let Sirius try and flounder his way through that one.

TBC
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