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Chapter 15
January 2nd 1996

Itham walked briskly down the hallway, heading toward the exit of the Council Halls, scowl firmly in place; this made sure that anyone who might try and stop him to talk would think twice. It had been just one day shy of two weeks since Harry, Blaise, Draco and Theo had escaped the Fae city. Ever since then, the remaining kids had been put on lockdown, while a select few well-trusted Fae searched the World of Wizards for the missing boys.

Itham was pleased that there had been no trace of the boys since their escape. Wherever they were hiding, Itham hoped that they remained there. Because as of right now, if they were ever brought back to the Fae city, they would be prisoners, just like the others that had tried to leave.

“Itham!”

He kept walking, despite hearing his name called, but slowed his pace enough that Alais was able to catch up to him as they made their way down the steps of the Council Halls and out onto the main street.

“I assume you are heading to check on the other children?” she asked, as she matched his pace.

“Given the additional restrictions placed on the main house, I cannot help but worry how they are treating those who have already tried to escape once,” Itham told her.

“They’re not letting me in to see the kids in the main house anymore either,” Alais said. Itham glanced in her direction and gave a small nod.

“Arnaldo and Tinasia are both very suspicious at the moment. No one on the Lower Council is allowed to be near the children until they are of age,” Itham informed her. “If I’m caught saying anything more about the matter to you, things could get a lot worse.”

Alais nodded her understanding and didn’t push for more answers. Things were changing very quickly in the city, and they all had to tread very carefully if there was any hope of getting any more children out. The two of them walked in silence as they left the Council Hall and walked through the streets.

“You should return to your own duties,” Itham said. “I will see you later tonight, and I will tell you what I can.”

Alais let out a small sigh and nodded again. “I don’t want you to get in trouble, as much as I would like information about what is going on. I can wait, as long as I know for certain that the kids are still being treated properly.”

Itham gave her a small smile, pausing so he could turn to look fully at her for a moment. He took her hand, leaning down and pressing his lips against her knuckles. “I promise, while they may be a little unhappy at the moment, they are still being well taken care of. Now, I will see you tonight,” he said again.

Alais returned the smile, and Itham left her standing there as he continued on his way to the secondary home. By the time he reached his destination, the smile had faded from his face again, replaced once again with a scowl once he saw the four guards standing outside the doors to the secondary home.

All four fae standing in front of the door straightened up as Itham approached.

“Move, if you know what’s good for you,” Itham hissed, allowing himself a small smirk as the guards quickly did as they were told and let him pass. He still thought that four guards were a bit excessive for six children, though it was a little understandable considering these kids were still seen as a flight risk. Except for maybe Lee; the poor boy was more of a suicide risk at the moment.

Thinking of the depressed boy, Itham made a mental note to sit and talk with him again. He wasn’t sure how much he had helped Lee the last time they had spoken, but it was all he could do for the boy at the moment; it was all any of them could do, because nothing would bring back his mate, Adrian.

He all but jogged up the main staircase, looking around for any of children, but the place was quiet, and so he assumed they would be in the common room they shared. He had made a point to visit as frequently as possible over the last couple of weeks, as much as he could without the other High Council Elders asking unwanted questions. For the moment this keeping-an-eye-on-them excuse was flying, but he didn’t want to push his luck.

Making it to the common room, Itham frowned when he saw Angelina standing outside the door looking in. She glanced over her shoulder, obviously having heard him coming. She darted into the room and Itham raised a curious eyebrow, following her into the common room a moment later.

Looking around the room he saw all six children in there, including Lee, who was keeping to himself in a corner. However, the others were scattered around the room, each engaged in their own activity and looking far too innocent considering they had had a lookout.

“Who wants to volunteer to speak first?” Itham asked, looking at each in turn, and he wasn’t entirely surprised when almost everyone in the room looked at Cedric.

“We were wondering how long we were going to be kept here,” Cedric said. “When are you going to return us to our families?”

Itham raised an eyebrow at him, glancing toward Pansy and Neville. He knew without asking that those two had been the ones to tell the others about their families, and while Itham was happy that these children knew the truth, having the information was going to make things harder on them.

“You won’t be going back,” Itham said, returning his attention toward Cedric.

“You can’t keep us here,” Cedric said defiantly.

“We can, and we will. You don’t seem to understand the predicament that you all are in. You tried to leave the city, when you knew the rules were to stay inside the walls. Letting you go now could bring a war down on us, one that the High Council does not have time for,” Itham told them bluntly.

“And whose fault is that?” Pansy questioned sardonically. “You’re the ones that took us from our homes, our families, locked us up here-”

“Raised and cared for you to the best of our ability,” Itham interrupted. “While I truly wish that things had gone differently, there is far more happening than you know. The world you came from is on the brink of destruction, and you were the tools to stop that from happening,” Itham said.

It was probably more information than they needed to know, seeing as how the High Council had decided already that these misfits were to remain here indefinitely, locked within these walls. He knew they needed to stay put, at least until Itham could think of a way to free them, but that was information he had to keep to himself for now.

“So why not just let us go?” Neville asked. “We’ve ruined your plans. Harry has ruined your plans. He got away; so did Draco, Theo and Blaise.”

“If the High Council has their way, they won’t be gone for long,” Itham said. “They will be brought back here, and put under a more secure watch than you six are. So for their sake, you should hope they don’t come back.”

“We’re going to find a way to escape,” Cedric snapped. Itham closed his eyes and let out a long sigh; he didn’t even look at Cedric as he spoke.

“You might want to watch your tongue. If anyone other than myself heard you say that, you would have been executed on the spot,” Itham said, opening his eyes and looking at Cedric now. “So, for your sake, and the sake of your mate… Or mates,” he added, looking between Cho and Angelina curiously, “be careful with what you say.”

“He’s right, Cedric,” Cho told him, clasping her hand in his own. “Right here, right now, we are safe. Don’t make me have to live without you.” With her words she chanced a furtive glance toward Lee.

“We won’t stay here quietly forever,” Cedric said, turning his attention to Itham once more.

Itham sighed and nodded. “I know. Just be… cautious,” he warned before turning his attention to the corner where Lee had ensconced himself. “Lee,” he called out, and the teenager looked up at him with an almost alarmed expression. “Don’t look so nervous,” Itham said, forcing a smile. “Why don’t you come with me. We’ll find something to drink and have a talk.”

Lee glanced somewhat nervously at the other teens in the room before standing to follow Itham. He knew why the others didn’t want to stay here, he had been all for leaving this place before; however, attempting to leave had cost him his mate, and the only one who seemed to understand that was Itham. So while he didn’t want to stay here, he was always a little grateful when Itham visited and chose to talk with him.

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

Frank felt more frustrated and angry than he had in a long time. Over the last couple weeks he had been working late nights, and early mornings, trying to find any trail, any hint, of where the Fae city might be. The boys were as tight lipped as they had been the day they arrived, giving just enough information to get people hopeful, but not nearly enough for the Aurors and other Ministry members to work with.

“Hey Frank,” Sirius said as he walked into the office. Frank glared up at him.

“Unless you’ve come to tell me those boys have decided to talk, I don’t want to hear it,” Frank snapped, and Sirius blinked.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Sirius said. “Or… did you decide to stay here all night again?”

“As much as I would like to stay here and work endless hours to bring the other children home, Alice has been having a hard time recently,” Frank said.

Sirius’ face fell, and he moved forward to place a hand on Frank’s shoulder. “When we find those Fae bastards, the first thing we’ll do is make sure they fix your wife. What they did was so beyond fucked up.”

Frank nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Yes, but first we have to find them,” he pointed out, his tone clipped. He let out a long sigh, before forcing himself to meet Sirius’ eye. “But seriously, have the boys said ANYTHING that would help?”

“Just more of the usual; they want to help, but they don’t know how to get back to the Fae city,” Sirius said regretfully. “We’ve talked to them in length about this too, explained the urgency. I really don’t know how much help they’re going to be,” Sirius admitted.

“That’s... not good,” Frank said. “You’re sure they can’t give us anything? You know you won’t be able to keep them if we don’t produce something soon. Then Malfoy will be able to take his kid back, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”

Sirius actually laughed at that. “I’d like to see him try. I won’t even have to try and stop him. Harry would be able to do that easily enough on his own. I’m not worried about those boys being separated.”

“This isn’t a laughing matter, Black,” Frank snapped. “Malfoy is very serious about this; he’s already been to speak with the Minister about it personally.”

Sirius’ only reply was a shrug of his shoulders.

“Damn it! Can’t you take this a bit more seriously?” Frank slammed his hand down on the desk. “If we don’t find any leads on the other missing kids, other than these files that we confiscated from the four that showed up in the Ministry, Lucius Malfoy is going to get his son back. The boys WILL be separated, and there will be nothing we can do about it!”

“And I’m telling you, that’s not going to happen! You haven’t seen how close those boys truly are, and their magic…” Sirius trailed off with a shake of their head. “Their magic is DIFFERENT from ours. It's stronger. I’ve seen them do things that shouldn’t even be possible.” Sirius said, his hand drifting toward the pocket, where he was keeping the glowstone that Harry had given him.

“Then maybe that magic is the key to getting back to the Fae,” Frank pointed out irritably. “Whatever those boys can and can’t do, and whether or not they could be separated, WE only have limited time, Sirius.”

“You think the Ministry will close the case?” Sirius asked in surprise, dropping himself into a chair across from the other Auror.

Frank sighed tiredly, resting his head in his hands. “I have no idea, but with Malfoy poking around in this, and the Notts all but denying that Theodore is their lost eldest child, I could see Scrimgeour trying to brush this under the rug.”

“Then we’ll keep working on it ourselves,” Sirius assured him stubbornly. “In our own time.”

“Of course, but given how little progress we have made with Ministry resources at hand, how much do you think a couple of civilians will be able to manage,” Frank pointed out. “All I’m saying is that we need more, and that those boys are all we have to work with.”

“Remus and I are trying,” Sirius assured him. “We are only beginning to scratch the surface. It is going to take time, Frank.”

“Time isn’t something we have. As far as everyone else is concerned, we’ve had fifteen years, longer even, to produce results; it’s a miracle that the case hasn’t been closed yet,” Frank said. “Just, do what you can. Maybe see about bringing the boys back in here, one by one. We can question them again, maybe use veritaserum on them.”

Sirius clenched his hands into fists. The thought of making the boys tell them the truth was sickening, but he said nothing against it because he knew it was coming to that. They were going to have to resort to using everything they had to get information, even if he believed that the boys were in fact telling the truth already, and telling them as much as they could.

“I should get to work. I’m sure I have a stack of papers waiting for me on my desk,” Sirius said.

“Yeah, I’m sure your work has piled up since you haven't been here in over a week,” Frank said. “And the full moon is coming up too. Best to get as much work done now before you need a couple more days off.”

Sirius nodded. “Yeah, this full moon kinda snuck up on us. Remus and I have no idea what we’re going to do about the boys. We haven’t even talked about that yet…” Sirius admitted.

“Do they know?” Frank questioned.

“Yeah, they kinda figured it out on their own, but my focus needs to be on Remus that night. I can’t keep an eye on them and Remus at the same time…”

“You know, if you need me and Alice to take them for the night, we can,” Frank offered. Even though Remus was taking the wolfsbane potion, there was still no telling how he would act with a bunch of kids around; it was dangerous enough having Sirius there.

“We might take you up on that. I’m sure it will make Remus less stressed overall.”

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

The new year had come around quickly, and with it, Sirius’ official return to work. Sirius had been in regular contact with Frank, Moody, and Dawlish regarding the case, but Remus and the boys had had him mostly to themselves for during the holidays. Now, however, Remus found himself at home with four teenage boys to keep occupied.

Remus put the last of the dishes from breakfast away into their cupboards, and headed into the living room. Harry and Draco were sitting close together at one end of the sofa, heads bent over Draco’s medical book, discussing it quietly. Theo was at the other sofa, listening intently as he absent-mindedly toyed with his amber glowstone. Blaise, however, was slouched in an armchair, eyes closed and head lolling to the side, fast asleep and snoring softly.

Moving into the room, Remus smiled fondly at the four boys. He took a seat in the other free armchair.

“Did Blaise not sleep well?” he asked curiously.

“Harry was being a fidget,” Theo told him absently, his attention still on Harry and Draco. Remus chuckled softly when Harry turned and stuck his tongue out at Theo, before going back to Draco’s book.

Remus held his tongue, keeping himself from suggesting separate beds as a solution. They were all still learning to live with each other, but to keep the boys happy, he was willing to compromise on many things, such as the fact that they all still insisted on sharing the one bed every night. Even if they went to sleep in their own beds, by morning they had all wandered into the same room. He didn’t understand why exactly, but it was apparent that he still had a lot to learn about the boys and how they were used to doing things.

“Do we have anything planned for today?” Theo asked after a few minutes, turning his attention to Remus.

“Nothing for today,” Remus told him, rubbing at his forehead, hoping to ease the dull throbbing there. He had taken this fourth dose of the potion, and as always it left him feeling a little out of sorts; a feeling he had grown quite used to.

“Something’s bothering you,” Harry said quietly, and when Remus looked up, the teenager was fixing him with a curious look. Draco and Theo were also watching him, apparently concerned.

“Just a headache,” Remus explained, forcing a smile. The last thing he needed was for the boys to be worried about him. Apparently they were going to anyway though, as Draco handed the book to Harry, got to his feet and moved over to Remus’ side.

“Is it the full moon?” Draco asked, as he looked Remus in the eye, as though trying to see what was bothering him, before waving his hand in a vague gesture that was accompanied by tingling sensation. “It’s only a few days away now, but I wouldn’t have expected you to feel its effects just yet.”

Remus blinked up at Draco, leaning away from him slightly. He didn’t mind the teeanger using magic on him, but it had certainly caught him off guard. But Draco continued to look at him expectantly. “Erm, no, just a headache,” Remus insisted half-heartedly.

Draco looked far from convinced, but simply raised his hand and pressed two fingers to Remus’ temple. The werewolf went to flinch away, but Draco’s glare had him holding still. Draco closed his eyes, an intense expression on his face, and a moment later the ache in Remus’ skull began to ease.

Draco opened his eyes again, looking at Remus for a moment as if trying to determine if the headache was gone. Nodding to himself satisfied, he moved back to his seat next to Harry.

“Do you feel better now?” Harry asked, looking at Remus.

“Yes… I’m not even sure what you did, Draco, but thank you.” Remus smiled.

“It was simple healing magic. Headaches are easier than most things,” Draco smiled, glancing at Harry when his friend shifted forward off the couch and moved to stand in front of Remus.

“Something still doesn’t feel right,” Harry said. “And you don’t want to tell us what it is,” he added pensively, his brow furrowed as he watched Remus closely.

“It’s nothing that you boys need worry about,” Remus hurried to assure them, getting to his feet, so that he wasn’t feeling quite so surrounded.

“Is it something to do with the full moon? Like Draco said earlier?” Harry asked.

“Harry,” Theo said, gaining the younger boy's attention. “If he doesn’t want to tell us, just leave it alone.” Draco hummed his agreement, as he moved to sit back of the sofa with Theo, cuddling into his mate’s side.

“But…” Harry looked from Theo back up to Remus. “You’re SURE nothing’s wrong?” Harry asked, even though the uncomfortable feeling he was picking up from Remus was just so wrong, like something was squeezing his insides and keeping them in a tight container so they couldn’t break free.

“I’m sure, Harry. I appreciate your concern, but I promise I am fine; a little stressed about the full moon perhaps, but that is fairly normal for me, and it is nothing you boys should be worrying about,” Remus said, placing a comforting hand on Harry’s shoulder. Harry didn’t look convinced, but nodded his head slowly anyway, moving back to his seat next to Draco.

“When Blaise wakes up, why don’t you boys go outside and play for a while,” Remus suggested, making a mental note to himself that after the full moon, he should look into getting some games around the house to keep the boys occupied.

“We could wake him up,” Harry said with a decidedly cheeky grin.

“You could,” Draco agreed, “but he probably won’t appreciate that. Plus he won’t be any fun if he’s tired and cranky.”

“Draco’s right,” Remus said firmly, moving over and pressing a hand to Harry’s shoulder to keep him on the sofa. Harry pouted up at him. “Let Blaise sleep.”

“Why don’t we go outside now; we can practice some spells,” Theo suggested as he stood up. “We’ve been slacking since we came here, and we need to keep in tune with the magic around.”

“Yeah, I suppose,” Harry huffed, glancing uncertainly at his unconscious mate.

“I’ll send Blaise out to join you when he wakes,” Remus promised. “Go on,” he encouraged, gently pushing Harry up from the sofa, Theo and Draco getting up as well. “I promise I’ll let him know where you are,” he added, seeing Harry hesitating still.

“Maybe we can get to the top of the tree this time,” Draco whispered to Harry before heading towards the back door. Harry laughed happily at that suggestion, hurrying after his friend.

“No climbing the trees,” Remus called after them. But Harry and Draco were both already gone. “They’re so going to climb the trees,” he said with a sigh, sounding entirely resigned to that fact.

“I’ll keep an eye on them,” Theo assured him and Remus nodded gratefully watching as Theo followed the two energetic boys outside. Moving around the living room quietly so as not to wake Blaise up, Remus started picking up the bit of mess that was around, figuring he could check on the boys in about twenty minutes or so to make sure they were okay.

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

Blaise felt himself slowly waking up, though he knew right now being awake was the last thing he wanted. He was still far too tired, so he left himself drift between half-awake and half-asleep hoping his mind would decided on one or the other. It was while he was in this half-way state that he felt something unpleasant pressing in on him suddenly, causing his limbs to spasm as he jerked awake.

He blinked blearily around the room as he tried to kick his brain into functioning, into telling him where he was or what had just happened. He absent-mindedly reached out to one side and then the other, coming to the realisation that the wasn’t in a bed. It took another second for him to fully comprehend the concept of a chair, and work out that he was in the living room.

“Harry?” he mumbled tiredly, aware that his mate currently wasn’t in arms reach.

“He’s outside,” someone told him. Blaise shook his head a little and managed to focus on the man sat across from him. “Did I wake you?” Remus asked, a concerned frown on his face and his wand in his hand.

It took Blaise a moment to parse the question, and when he did, his eyes drifted to Remus’ wand. “I think your magic did,” Blaise told him.

Remus gave his wand an almost betrayed look, before quickly placing it on the side table, next to the cup of tea he had just warmed. “That wasn’t my intention,” Remus told him after a few moments, as Blaise rearranged himself in the chair, sitting himself more upright.

“I assumed,” Blaise told him, scrubbing at his eyes to clear them. “Where did you say everyone was?” he asked, looking around the room and realising the two of them were alone.

“They went outside a couple hours ago. Theodore said something about practicing magic,” Remus said.

“Oh, okay,” Blaise said, leaning back in the chair again and closing his eyes as he tried to find the energy to actually get up and go join the others. He really hadn’t intended to fall back to sleep after breakfast, but he hadn’t slept much the last few days, and it had apparently caught up with him.

“Maybe you should go upstairs and lay down for a bit longer. You’d probably get some decent sleep that way.” Remus suggested.

Blaise shook his head, eyes still closed. “No, I’m good here.”

Remus chuckled. “Okay, if you’re sure.” He paused for a moment before asking, “So, you want me to check on the others or are you going out there soon?” He had looked out of the patio doors into the large garden a few times over the last few hours, and everything had seemed okay to him, but he hadn’t looked in about forty-five minutes, and felt that someone should check up on them soon.

“I’ll go in a moment,” Blaise told him, even as he didn’t move from his spot. Remus smiled a little guiltily at the teen who was obviously falling asleep again; he really hadn't thought using a simple spell to warm up his tea would have woken Blaise. Even knowing that the boys were sensitive to magic, he hadn’t thought they would be that bad.

A screech from just outside the patio doors caught Remus’ attention, and again, Blaise jerked awake. The two of them turned in time to see Draco run passed. Blaise let out a tired sigh; he was sure that Theo could handle whatever was going on, but he suspected that his friend would appreciate a hand. He was still debating whether or not to move, when a different, but very familiar, screech sounded out.

“I’m going,” Blaise said before Remus could say whatever he had opened his mouth to say. And he pushed himself out of his seat, his need to go and check on Harry overriding the tiredness that he could feel to his bones.

“I can…” Remus offered, but Blaise waved him off.

“I’ve got it. He’s my mate,” Blaise told him firmly, as he headed out the patio doors and into the garden. It was quite a bit colder outside, though a few degrees warmer than it had been the day they put up the wards. “Harry!” he exclaimed in exasperation, having spotted his mate.

Harry had apparently created more snow bunnies, and was chasing Draco around the garden with them. Though the blond was giving as good as he got, charming snowballs to bombard Harry. Blaise could only assume that a direct hit had been the cause of his mate’s screeching cry.

“You sleep okay?” Theo asked, and Blaise turned to look at his friend, who sat at the large patio table, reading the baking book he had been given for christmas.

“Fine,” Blaise told him dismissively. “How long have they been doing this?” he asked, gesturing to where their mates were charging around.

“Not long,” Theo told him, not sounding at all worried and not even looking up from his book. “I’m just glad they are on the ground, and not showing any interest in climbing that huge tree again.”

“They climbed that tree!” Blaise said, dropping onto the bench next to Theo. “I am assuming no one fell?”

Theo chuckled. “They were fine. Harry jumped from the top, but his landing was brilliant.”

Blaise turned to glare at him. “You’re joking,” Blaise stated uncertainty. Theo, however, didn’t react at all. “Please tell me that was your idea of a joke!” he demanded, grabbing hold of Theo’s sleeve.

“When do I ever joke?” Theo questioned, his focus still on his book as he turned to the next page.

“When you think it will give me a heart attack, all the time!” Blaise insisted, still not really sure whether his friend was being serious or not. Theo was far too good at keeping a straight face.

“You’ll live,” Theo told him confidently. ”And we could get Draco to do his healer thing if it really came to it.”

“Not really the point,” Blaise grumbled. “Theo, please…I’m too tired for this shit.”

“He didn’t jump, you dimwit,” Theo said, looking up from his book enough to fix Blaise with a look. “Harry promised you he wouldn’t, so of course he didn’t,” he pointed out, glancing over at where the two boys had given up on using magic and were now lying on the ground making snow fairies.

Blaise let out a long sigh of relief before turning a half-hearted glare on his best friend. “You really love messing with my head, don’t you?” he asked rhetorically.

“You’re too easy, especially when you’re this tired,” Theo chuckled, going back to his book.

“Exactly. So why do you like to torment me?” Blaise questioned.

“Because given the opportunity, you would do the exact same thing to me,” Theo said, turning a page in his book.

Blaise chuckled softly. “Yeah, okay, you’re right about that.”

“I’m right about a lot of things; you just never like to admit it,” Theo glanced up from his book once more to look at Blaise when the other teen didn’t say anything to this. He frowned when he saw that Blaise’s focus was fully on Harry. He closed his book and leaned on the table, giving Blaise his full attention. “What’s going on?” he asked with a tone of mild impatience.

Blaise turned to look at him, his brow furrowed. “I’m sitting here. That’s what’s going on,” Blaise said, though he kept eye contact with Theo, knowing whatever it was that Theo had on his mind wasn't going to be brushed off so easily.

“I’m talking about Harry,” Theo told him. “If you think you are the only one who has noticed his hesitation to be alone with you the last week or so, you are greatly mistaken.”

“So I’m not imagining it,” Blaise said, sounding a little distraught. Theo gave him a sympathetic smile. Blaise visibly deflated, sinking into his seat, elbow on the table and head in his hand. “I think he is determined to keep his promise to Sirius and Remus, and given how… carried away we got last time we were alone…”

“You were unable to keep your hands to yourself?” Theo asked teasingly, remembering what Blaise had admitted last time they had discussed this.

“We both were,” Blaise said with almost a hint of panic, sitting up straight again and glancing towards his mate, just to make sure that the other two were still suitably distracted. He leaned across the table a little and spoke quietly when he said, “I think Harry is just trying to avoid the issue completely, by not being alone with me. I know it is probably the most reliable way of ensuring nothing happens but…”

“But you still hate it?” Theo finished for him.

“Yes,” Blaise sighed. “Of course I hate it, Harry won’t even let me touch him unless there are other people around.”

“It’s not fun when you’re the one being ignored, is it?” Theo asked, remembering just after they had arrived here, and Blaise had been the one avoiding Harry, though not to the same extent Harry was ignoring him now. “Look, I told you before, and if you want I can have the same discussion with Harry, the only ones being hurt from this, is you two.”

“This is Sirius and Remus’ house though,” Blaise pointed out. “We might not have to listen to the rules the Fae gave us, but shouldn’t we at least respect their wishes?”

Theo hummed thoughtfully. “To an extent, of course, but this isn’t like it was back in the city,” he said, speaking slowly, trying to find the right words. “Remus and Sirius took us in, and we should, of course, be grateful for that, but they have no ownership of us. We are free here, able to leave if we wish, and as such, I think we should be able to make our own choices… to an extent at least.”

“And if Harry’s choice is to try his best to obey Sirius’ nothing-more-than-little-kisses rule?” Blaise asked, already knowing the answer to that.

“Then you will be sharing nothing more than little kisses, and I will continue to torment you,” Theo told him with amusement.

“Thanks,” Blaise said bitterly, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest, an annoyed scowl on his face as he turned his attention back to Harry.

“Of course,” Theo said, deciding to take a little pity on his sulking, over-tired friend, “those rules only apply while we are ‘in their house’ so to speak.” Theo picked his book back up and opened it to the page he had been on, letting Blaise think over what he had just said.

While Theo, himself, knew that Sirius had meant he didn’t want any of them having sex in general, and he was sure Blaise knew that as well, it was almost painful to sit here and watch Blaise and Harry like this. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t them; even in the Fae city they had always been a physically affectionate couple, and he just wanted them to be able to live for themselves, rather than to please others or follow rules. He couldn’t see what Sirius and Remus had against it anyway; as long as they used the protection spell, Theo could see no reason why Blaise and Harry shouldn’t be able to take their physical relationship as far as they wanted.

“You do make a good point,” Blaise said quietly after a few moments, his expression having lightened considerably. “Guess I will have to find some time alone with my mate to discuss this in more detail,” he added happily.

“Just so long as I didn’t have to see or hear about it,” Theo added pointedly, glancing up from the page he was reading, long enough to fix Blaise with his sternest expression.

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Blaise told him dismissively, his attention back on Harry again, though this time with a far less innocent expression.

“There is a lovely set of woods over there that I’m sure Harry hasn’t explored yet,” Theo said helpfully.

“You do seem awfully keen for me and Harry to work out this aspect of our relationship,” Blaise said, turning back to his friend with a knowing smirk. “Is this your wanting to watch us thing, again?” he asked teasingly. “Because you know I really would have to clear it with Harry first.”

“Shut up,” Theo told him bluntly.

“I mean, maybe not the first time,” Blaise went on, as though Theo hadn’t said anything, “as that is obviously a rather precious moment, but it is something that we could all discuss together if it was that important to you.”

“I really hate you sometimes,” Theo said half-heartedly.

“It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed many times before. And I think Harry is generally comfortable with himself, so I don’t think he would object to…”

Blaise was cut off when Theo reached over and put his hand over his mouth. “I am sure this is revenge for implying Harry jumped from the tree, but seriously, stop. I have no desire to see either you and Harry having sex.”

“Harry and Draco then?” Blaise asked teasingly, as he pushed Theo’s hand away from his mouth, and he couldn’t help but laugh uproariously when once again he managed to get his friend to blush. “I can’t blame you on that one. That would be kind of interesting to see.”

“Perhaps at some point we should discuss the concept of ‘inside thoughts’,” Theo said, sitting back in his seat. “Now if you don’t shut up, I’m going to hit you with my book.”

Blaise laughed. “Theo, you’re so violent. I think I like this side of you,” Blaise said laughing louder when Theo raised his book to follow through with his threat. Blaise, however, was already moving from his seat heading over to where Harry and Draco were still playing.

“Alright, Draco, stop hogging my mate. I want some time with him now,” Blaise said as he walked over to the two younger teens.

“You were sleeping, so you can’t exactly accuse me of keeping him from you,” Draco pointed out smugly, as he pushed himself up from the ground and brushed snow from his tunic.

“Yeah,” Harry agreed with a grin, getting up as well; though he was seemingly unfazed by the snow that clung to his dark hair and clothes. “It’s your own fault, really.”

“I think it might be yours actually,” Draco told Harry quietly, “with all the kicking him last night and not letting him sleep…”

“Nu-uh,” Harry protested as he moved to Blaise’s side and wrapped his arms around Blaise’s waist, snuggling in close for warmth. “I didn’t mean to keep you up,” he told him. “And I let you sleep all morning!”

“It wasn’t your kicking that kept me awake,” Blaise admitted, smiling as he wrapped his arms around Harry, enjoying having his mate close to him. “You weren’t all that restless last night,” Blaise said.

“Then what kept you awake?” Harry asked, tilting his head curiously. Neither of them noticed when Draco apparently lost interest and wandered off to have a moment with his own mate.

“My mind was restless. I’ve had too much to think about recently,” Blaise said.

“Over thinking things is supposed to be Theo’s job,” Harry reprimanded.

“And your job too, it seems,” Blaise said, earning a confused look from his mate. “You’ve been avoiding me this last week because of what Sirius said on Christmas, right?”

Harry guiltily looked away, only to have Blaise gently turn his head back. “Blaise… I… I promised. I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was hurting you… but I promised…”

“I know what you promised, and we can both keep that promise, if we’re careful,” Blaise said, leaning down and gently pressing his lips to Harry’s. It was a quick kiss, hardly enough time to get carried away. “We just have to learn a little bit of self control,” Blaise whispered. Harry nodded, though said nothing. The two of them stood there just holding each other for a few moments before Blaise pulled back a little.

“Let’s go for a walk,” he suggested, keeping hold of Harry’s hand as he led his mate off toward the woods.

Draco watched them go from the spot he had claimed on Theo’s lap, cuddling in close for warmth. He had been kept warm by all the running around he and Harry had been doing, but now that he had stopped, he could feel the chill of winter creeping in.

“Should we be worried?” Draco asked his mate. “About Harry and Blaise,” he clarified, when Theo looked down at him and said nothing.

“No, they just need to reconnect,” Theo explained. “Speaking of which, with them out of our hair, maybe we could do some reconnecting of our own.”

“Theo!” Draco exclaimed softly, and Theo suspected that if his mate’s cheeks hadn’t already been red from the cold, that Draco would have been blushing. “Remus is just inside, and we promised.”

“You know that rule was mostly to stop Harry and Blaise going too far,” Theo told him dismissively, glancing towards the large glass panels of the patio door, “and we can move around the corner to the bench under the pergola if you’d rather. Remus won’t be able to see a thing if we’re there.”

“You’re a terrible influence,” Draco stated, but he took Theo’s hand anyway as he slid from his mate’s lap, pulling him in the direction he had suggested.

Theo chuckled. “I don’t see you complaining about my influence,” he said as they found a decent seat away from any possible prying eyes. Theo sat down, and pulled Draco back onto his lap, straddling him this time.

“Why would I complain about it?” Draco smiled, “I never said I didn’t like it.”

Theo smiled back, brushing his hand over Draco’s cheek before pulling Draco into a kiss. Their kisses, while not as wild as Blaise and Harry’s seemed to be, were still passionate and full of teenage enthusiasm.

Draco’s fingers dug into Theo’s shoulders, as his mate’s arm wrapped around his waist. The fingers of Theo’s other hand were still threaded in Draco’s hair, and Theo pulled him close, until their chests were all but pressed together. Draco made a sound of contentment, as Theo tilted his head to the side, tongue teasing at Draco’s lips.

It was an instinctive move as he rolled his hips gently in search of any friction, but the combination of his petite frame and his mate’s large thighs, meant that the movement was in vain. Theo promptly distracted him, however, nipping teasingly at Draco’s bottom lip, drawing a gasp and taking the chance to explore further with his tongue.

Draco pushed forward in response, kissing his mate with abandon. He could feel his mate’s approval; it was written clearly in the tension of Theo’s body. The arm around his waist was edging subtly lower, pulling Draco ever closer, until Draco’s legs were more around Theo’s waist than spread by his thighs. There was friction then; friction against Theo’s toned belly, and against the bulging proof of his mate’s arousal.

“Theo,” Draco gasped out, pulling back from the kiss, simply out of desperate need for air. “Too much,” he told him, though it wasn’t really that he objected.

“You sure it’s too much?” Theo asked, shifting his own hips slightly and pulling another gasp from Draco. It was moments like this, seeing Draco’s flushed face, and glazed eyes, that Theo was able to understand why Blaise had such a hard time stopping with Harry.

Draco nodded. “We… we should stop,” Draco confirmed, but made no move to pull away. “Remus could find us…”

“If that is your only objection...” Theo trailed off, his hands moving until they were settled on Draco’s waist, he gently pulled his mate’s hips forward, causing Draco to rub against him again.

Draco shivered, wrapping his arms around Theo’s neck as he pressed himself fully against his mate. “Theo…” The soft whine in Draco’s voice was all the permission Theo needed to continue, lifting his own hips as he pulled Draco’s forward to grind against him. “Theo, kiss me,” Draco demanded, and Theo was happy to oblige.

Pressing their lips firmly together, Theo’s tongue easily found it’s way back into Draco’s mouth, his hands still holding onto Draco’s hips, keeping them moving in a gentle rocking motion that had both of them moaning.

The slow grinding of his hips against Theo’s was a wonderful torture, but it never seemed to be enough to give him what his body was now craving. Draco was hyper-aware of every part of his own body, and the heat he could feel coming from Theo. The hands holding Draco’s hips gripped him tighter, pulling him forward to grind more firmly against Theo as they both started seeking the release their bodies now needed. Draco was sure that he wouldn’t be able to stop now, even if Remus did come looking for them and caught them in the act.

Theo was the one to break the kiss this time, pulling back with a loud gasp, moving his hands from Draco’s hips to wrap his arms tightly around his mate. Draco held him back just as tightly, his hips never stopping their movements as they both ground firmly against each other.

Draco bit down on his lower lip in an attempt not to be too loud when he felt the heat pooling in his stomach and knew what was coming. Theo was panting in his ear, whispering Draco’s name over and over again. Draco found it euphoric, seeing Theo reduced to this beneath him, his mate’s desperation matching his own; it was a powerful sensation to be able to draw such a reaction from his dominant mate.

And even though it wasn’t much, the fact that Theo had given him this power of control, to either continue until they were both satisfied, or to stop, that was enough to send Draco over the edge. Letting out a strangled cry, his hips jerking forward as the wet spot appeared on his trousers.

Theo held him close as his body shuddered with pleasure, cradling Draco’s trembling body with care as he shifted his hips a few more times, before tilting his head back with a groan. His head rested against the brick wall of the house as he came, his breathing deep and ragged, Draco all but collapsed on top of him.

“That was fun,” Draco said softly, not wanting to move. Theo hummed in his agreement, not sure he could move.

“We seem to have made a mess of ourselves though,” Theo said. Draco snorted, waving his hand lazily and casting a cleaning spell.

“Better?” Draco asked his eyes closing as he snuggled closer to Theo and again his mate simply hummed in agreement.

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

Remus stood by the back door in the kitchen, looking out into the yard. He didn’t see the boys, but he wasn’t worried. With the full moon being so close, his senses were heightened enough that he could still smell them, and knew that all four boys were close.

“Knock, knock! Anyone home?” Fabian’s voice came from the living room, and Remus turned away from the door.

“I’m in here,” he called back. He felt a little bad that his senses had been so focused on checking on the boys that he hadn’t noticed someone coming through floo, but he trusted the wards to keep out anyone truly unwelcome.

“I come bearing a gift,” Fabian declared as he came through the door, holding up a familiar vial before placing it on the sideboard. “Neither Severus or I will have time in the morning to drop it off, so had to bring it now.”

“That’s fine, really. The fact that Severus is willing to make this for me at all…” Remus trailed off, unable to put his gratitude into actual words. It wasn’t the first time that he had been brought the potion the evening before, so he knew that it would still be fresh enough when it took it in the morning.

Fabian laughed. “Really, Remus, you over think things way too much. Anyone ever tell you that? Severus is happy to help you out.”

Remus smiled and shook his head. “I doubt that very much, but thank you anyway,” he chuckled.

“So how are the boys doing? I’ve been popping in at odd times to bring you the potion that I haven’t seen them,” Fabian said.

“Keeping themselves busy,” Remus told him, gesturing for the man to take a seat at the kitchen table, Remus taking his own seat. “And keeping Sirius and I on our toes. Though Sirius was back at work today.”

“And you're sure you haven’t killed the boys and stuffed them in a closet somewhere?” Fabian asked with a grin. “I know a day stuck in the house with four of my nephews might end badly.”

Remus chuckled. “Thankfully I have more patience than you,” he told him. “They’re in the garden, getting covered in dirt to drag all over my lovely house later.” Though he sounded far from actually annoyed by this prospect.

“You’re enjoying this whole parent-y, guardian-y thing,” Fabian stated, grinning broadly.

“Is it that obvious?” Remus questioned.

“You’re a natural mother,” Fabian teased, laughing loudly when Remus narrowed his eyes at him.

“Don’t let the boys here you saying that. They might actually start calling me it,” Remus told him sternly, not even wanting to think about the teasing that would earn him from Sirius. It would be never ending.

“Oh, then I definitely have to tell them!” Fabian said, looking far too amused about the whole idea. Fabian only laughed harder when Remus let out a low growl. “Though, maybe it would be better for my health if I waited until after the full moon for that.”

“I make no guarantees on your safety either way,” Remus told him dryly.

“Noted,” Fabian said, still laughing a little. “So how long have the boys been outside? I was hoping to see them before I left. Just so I can tell Molly that they are being fed properly and stuff like that.”

“She thinks we’re not feeding the boys?” Remus asked, his eyes actually flashing gold at the thought of someone accusing him of such a thing.

“No!” Fabian said quickly. “Not what I meant, but you know Molly, she worries about everyone. She is convinced half the time her own kids aren’t eating enough, and she’s the one feeding them.”

Remus couldn’t help his snort of laughter at that. He had seen her fuss over her children that way many times, but knew that it was something that she did because she cared, so he was glad that she cared enough about the four boys to worry about them. He remembered then that these boys had been with Ron, that Molly was still missing her son; he felt guilty that he had forgotten that even for a moment. It made sense that she would want to ensure that the boys were safe and cared for; it was the closest she could get to taking care of Ron.

“Remus?” Fabian asked, sounding a little concerned.

“Sorry, I’m okay,” he said standing up from the table. “I’ll go call the boys inside, they’ve been out there for long enough anyway.”

“It’s okay. Let them have a bit more fun. It’s not that urgent that I see them right now.” Fabian told him, getting up as well. “I trust you have them well in hand, and I should be getting back anyway.”

“You sure? You’re welcome to stay for dinner,” Remus offered. “You could tell that sister of yours that you actually witnessed the boys being fed real food.”

Fabian laughed again at that. “Tempting, I will admit, but I promised to have dinner with Severus,” he explained. “And I have no interest in finding out what consequences there might be for standing up Severus. He might decide to stop feeding me!”

“I don’t think he’d ever stop feeding you,” Remus reassured. “I’d be more worried about him using parts of you for a potion.”

“Even more reason not to stand him up,” Fabian said as he made his way back toward the living room, Remus following behind him. “I’ll be back by the day after tomorrow with more potion; I’ll visit with the boys then,” Fabian told him, grabbing some floo powder and tossing it into the fire.

“We’ll be here,” Remus assured him, as Fabian stepped into the green flames; though it wasn’t like he and the boys had anywhere to go. “We’ll see you then.”

Fabian grinned, nodded his head, gave Remus a wave of goodbye, and with a instruction of “Spinner’s End,” vanished from sight.

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

Fabian arrived back at Severus’ house, pausing in the sitting room when he didn’t see anyone waiting for him. He listened closely, trying to figure out if there were any uninvited guests here at the moment. He knew that Severus wasn’t expecting anyone other than him, but that never meant anything, and caution was necessary.

He remained close to the fireplace, unwilling to venture further into the house just yet. His attention turned toward the stairs when he heard movement, visibly relaxing when he saw that it was Lily.

“I was worried a moment when no one was in the sitting room. I thought we had gotten unwanted guests while I was taking Remus his potion,” Fabian said.

“No, we’re good,” Lily assured him. “How’re Remus and Sirius? How’s Harry?”

“Remus seemed well,” Fabian said, “despite the approaching full moon. Fatherhood suits him. I didn’t see Sirius or the boys though; Sirius was back at work today, and the boys were playing outside when I was there.”

Lily smiled sadly; she had always thought that Remus would be a good father if given the chance. “But they’re okay, the boys? Harry?” she questioned, needing to know that her son was safe and well.

“Remus promises me that they are, that they’re settling in well. They are in the best place they could be right now,” Fabian assured her, reaching out and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. Lily nodded sadly, and forced a smile. “Is Severus in his lab? I’ll just head down and let him know I’m back,” he said, turning to head in that direction.

“Actually,” Lily said, reaching out to catch his arm and stop him. Fabian turned to look at her once again. “I was hoping I could talk to you,” she said quietly, hesitantly.

“Of course,” Fabian told her, his brow wrinkling in concern as he allowed Lily to lead him over to the sofa. The two of them took seats next to one another, turned just enough to look each other in the eye. “Lily…?” he prompted.

“Your offer that you made the other week…” Lily said, her voice trailing off as she looked at him hopefully. “Were you serious about it?”

“You’re reconsidering,” Fabian stated, only half surprised by this. “What changed?”

“I need to see him,” Lily admitted. “I can’t stop thinking about how much I have already missed out on. Narcissa was telling me about the boys, and how grown up they are, and she pointed out how much we’ve both missed.”

“Wait, when did Narcissa see the boys?” Fabian asked in confusion. The last he knew, only a limited number of people had actually met the four boys.

“She saw them in Diagon Alley, right before Christmas,” Lily explained. “She only saw Draco and Harry, and from my understanding it wasn’t very long.”

“I’m surprised she didn’t take Draco away with her,” Fabian said. It was no secret that he didn’t think highly of the Malfoy’s, and this was an argument they had had about Narcissa before. While Fabian was civil with the blonde woman, they would never be friends.

“I don’t think she had a chance,” Lily told him. “And she is a better person than you give her credit for; she has kept yours and Severus’ secret for the last decade, after all,” she pointed out, glaring at Fabian defiantly.

“That’s true,” Fabian admitted. “But honestly, I would be surprised if any mother didn’t seize a chance to reclaim their child. Would you have let Harry go?”

“Probably not. Not willingly,” Lily told him earnestly. “Which is why I need to see Harry. Does your offer still stand?”

“Of course it still stands,” Fabian said, a mischievous grin taking over his face.

“You’ve already started brewing the potion, haven’t you?” Lily sighed, shaking her head in fond exasperation.

Fabian laughed. “Well, I figured even if you didn’t change your mind, it’s always good to have a stash of the stuff around, just in case. It should be ready in a couple of weeks.”

“Am I really that predictable?” Lily asked, though she couldn’t help but smile; the idea that she might be able to see her son in just a few weeks gave her hope.

“Yep,” Fabian told her unapologetically, and Lily huffed, sounding more amused than annoyed. “I’ll let you know when it is ready, and we will make a plan.”

“Thank you,” Lily said earnestly. “Do we tell Severus?”

Fabian huffed out a laugh. “Are you crazy?” he asked. “He’ll skin me alive at the very suggestion. And it will be safer for all of us if he doesn’t know. I absolutely will help you, but I’m not risking Severus like that.”

“Good point,” Lily conceded. She wanted to discuss it more, but the familiar sound of footsteps on the basement stairs made them both fall quiet and look over to the kitchen doorway.

A few moments later, Severus walked into the room. He stopped and stared at the sight of Lily and Fabian sitting close together, obviously having been talking privately. His eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“What are you two planning?” he asked almost hesitantly, not entirely sure he wanted to know.

“Nothing,” Lily told him happily, smiling innocently. Fabian snorted a laugh, earning a light smack in the arm from Lily.

“Hmm,” Severus hummed, “nothing good, I’m sure. Just keep my potion ingredients and wardrobe out of it this time,” he told them sternly, before turning and heading back into the kitchen.

“I make no promises!” Fabian called after him with a laugh and Lily had to smother giggles of her own, both of them glad that Severus remained blissfully ignorant of their plans.

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

Sirius slammed shut the last of the folders on his desk, before throwing his arms in the air. “FINALLY!” he exclaimed loudly. It had taken him all day, and he knew he was late enough to have certainly missed dinner, but he had managed to catch up on his backlog of work. “Take that, paperwork. I win.”

“I wouldn’t celebrate too soon, there will be more there tomorrow,” Frank said from where he was standing in the doorway.

“Don’t you threaten me!” Sirius said with a mock glare toward Frank, who just looked amused.

“As your superior, I consider that practically a job requirement,” Frank told him smugly.

“I’m practically a father of four now. You should cut me some slack. Shouldn’t I get maternity leave or something?”

Frank chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not sure it works that way, given that those boys are fifteen years old, not fifteen hours,” he pointed out. “Besides, it would be paternity leave for a father. And I wouldn’t complain too much, you’re getting another three days off for the full moon.”

“Is that why you are making me work so hard right now?” Sirius asked with mock outrage.

“Absolutely,” Frank responded unrepentantly. “The more paperwork you do now, the less you’ll have to do after the full moon.”

“You know, if someone had told me about all this paperwork, I might have reconsidered my career choices,” Sirius grumbled, as he waved his wand over the completed folders, which drifted off to file themselves.

“If we told people that when we hired them, we would have less people working here.”

Sirius barked out a laugh. “I would believe that,” he said, getting to his feet and putting on his robe, which had been hung over the back of his chair.

“Heading home?” Frank asked, smothering a yawn.

“I am, and you should too,” Sirius suggested. “Were you serious about taking the boys for the full moon?” he asked, wanting to be sure that Frank hadn’t reconsidered now that he had had the whole day to think it over.

“Of course!” Frank declared without hesitation. “No offence intended, but I would feel a lot better knowing that the boys were safely out of the way.”

“None taken,” Sirius assured him. “It would make me feel better as well; likely Remus too. I know it is something that was worrying him. Those boys are far too curious for their own good.”

Frank chuckled deeply. “Talk to Remus, and let me know. But I will assume the boys are coming to mine unless I hear otherwise.”

Sirius nodded. “I’ll let you know in the morning, and we can make plans for when I can drop the boys off,”

Frank nodded in agreement, and Sirius left the other man to close up the department. He made his way down to the atrium; the ministry was fairly quiet, as most people had already gone home a couple hours ago. Sirius wasn’t used to being there this late, not when there hadn’t been a field mission. The one advantage of leaving this late was that there was no queue for the floo, and he was stepping into one of the fireplaces and calling out ‘Wit’s End’ before he knew it.

Sirius stepped out of the floo and into their living room. The house was quiet, and as he moved into the room, he smiled at the sight of his lover more than half asleep on the sofa, a book face down and open on his chest. Remus forced his eyes open enough to blink blearily up at Sirius.

“You’re home,” Remus said, smiling softly.

“Nope. I am totally a figment of your imagination,” Sirius teased, leaning down to steal a kiss from Remus’ sleep slack lips. “Your imagination is impressive, creating someone as awesome as me.”

“If this was my imagination, you would have shorter, more wild hair, glasses, a weird habit of playing with a snitch and an irritating obsession with a particular red-head,” Remus retorted sleepily.

“I call bullshit,” Sirius said, shaking his head and sitting Remus up enough that he could take a seat and let his lover’s head rest in his lap. “I got over thinking you had a thing for James a long time ago.”

“Well it took you long enough; you were an idiot for ever worrying about that in the first place,” Remus pointed out, smiling up at his lover, as Sirius ran fingers through his hair. “I honestly don’t know where you got such a ridiculous idea in the first place.”

“You know, thinking about it now, I’ve no idea where I got the idea either,” Sirius chuckled. “Maybe I was just jealous of the fact that you spent a lot of time with James.”

“To be fair, he needed more help with his schoolwork than you did,” Remus smiled.

“That was because he couldn’t take his eyes off Lily long enough to read a book,” Sirius pointed out. “I think the only reason I ever learned as much as I did was because being in the library was a great excuse to be close to you.”

“You also stole a lot of my attention during the full moon, you being the only other canine creature there.”

“Does your werewolf find me sexy?” Sirius asked, wiggling his eyebrows at Remus in a way that his fiancé would know he was merely joking around with him.

Remus said nothing, dismissing the question as usual. Instead he changed the subject. “Speaking of the full moon, we need to work out a plan.”

“Ah, what would you do without me,” Sirius asked rhetorically, emphasising the overly-dramatic words with an ostentatious wave of his arm. “I, your magnificent fiancé, have already found the perfect solution.”

“You have?” Remus asked, sitting himself up and turning to look at Sirius properly. “And, before you answer, remember that I have already vetoed locking the boys in the attic for the night.”

“You know I was joking about that,” Sirius insisted with a roll of his eyes. “And no, the solution is Frank.” Sirius paused to snort at his own accidental pun.

Remus gave him an unimpressed look. “You have a frank solution, or the solution lies with Frank Longbottom?” he asked, somewhat despairing that he even had to ask, but his brain was not fully functional at the moment, since he really had been half-asleep when Sirius had arrived home.

“Longbottom, of course; he has offered to take the boys to his house for the full moon,” Sirius clarified. “I said that I would check with you, but it seems like a perfect solution.”

“It does seem like the best solution; we can talk to the boys about it tomorrow. Another option we have is Molly, and let the boys decide where they want to go,” Remus said.

“And if they don’t want to go anywhere? What then?” Sirius asked.

“They can’t stay here,” Remus said firmly.

“I wasn’t suggesting that,” Sirius assured him quickly, “but we’re going to have to make sure they understand that as well.”

“I think that as long as Blaise and Theo understand the danger, they will want to take Harry and Draco somewhere safe,” Remus pointed out, as much to convince himself as Sirius. A yawn forced it’s way out before he could stop it. “Either way, we can discuss this more tomorrow, when I am not half-asleep.”

Sirius reached out as though to pick Remus up, but the werewolf was having none of it. “Off, no, get off,” Remus said, batting Sirius’ hands away. “Try something at the risk of your hands, mister.”

Sirius quickly raised his hands in surrender, trying hard not to laugh at his fiancé’s stubbornness. He wisely said nothing as he watched Remus get up and head towards the stairs, waiting only a moment before darting up the stairs after him.

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