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Restoration of Magic	By : Bickymonster & CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10396 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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First of all thank you to Emily for beta reading this for us!
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Chapter 17

January 5th 1996

Harry felt drained and emotionally bruised from earlier when he had dropped his mental shields. He was now cuddled into Blaise’s side, half asleep and resting peacefully in the bedroom that Frank had let them stay in. He didn’t want to move; nor did he really want to talk. Blaise, however, had other plans.

“Harry,” Blaise said softly. Harry sighed and let out a small hum, letting Blaise know that he was listening. “Are you feeling any better?”

“Yes?” Harry said softly.

“You don’t sound too sure about that,” Blaise shifted so that he could see Harry easier. “Does your head still hurt?”

“No,” Harry sighed again. “I’m just really tired, and drained…” he admitted.

Blaise nodded his understanding, shifting once more to pull Harry closer to him. “That’s to be expected I suppose. You did rip your own shields down.”

“Lecture me about that later; I’m not in the mood right now, Blaise,” Harry grumbled, turning his face so it was half-hidden against Blaise's chest.

“I’m not trying to lecture you, Harry.” Blaise frowned, not happy that that had been Harry’s first assumption of what he was trying to do. “I’m worried about you, and I think you know better than to take your shields down like that again, so there’s no need for me to tell you how much of a bad idea that was.”

Harry tilted his head to look up at Blaise. “So… you’re not mad at me?”

“For trying to help Alice and Draco? No, not really,” Blaise assured him wearily. “Though I do wish you had spoken to me about it first. Perhaps if we had talked about it beforehand...”

“Then you could have talked me out of it,” Harry interrupted, trying to finish Blaise’s sentence.

“I was going to say, we might have been able to work out how to take your shields down more carefully,” Blaise corrected.

Harry frowned looking a little skeptical. “You were mad at me though… would you have really listened?”

Blaise opened his mouth, ready to declare that he would have. However, he snapped it closed again a moment later, and narrowed his eyes, glaring at the wall as he gave the question a moment of serious thought. He wanted to believe he would have listened, but he had been so frustrated with his mate, he wasn’t certain that he would have given him a chance to properly explain.

“I don’t know,” Blaise admitted. “Theo would have probably ensured I did though.”

“But Theo’s not my mate; you are,” Harry pointed out. “I… I don’t like feeling like I can’t talk to you,” Harry admitted, turning his head away.

“You can always talk to me Harry!” Blaise said quickly. “Even if I’m angry at you, you should know that you can ALWAYS come to me. I’m supposed to protect you… how can I do that if you don’t come to me with your problems?”

“Because things are different here,” Harry said. “Everything feels different, even YOU feel different.”

Blaise tightened his arms around Harry, pulling him into a tight embrace. “I don’t know how to fix this Harry…”

“I just don’t want you to hate me anymore,” Harry whispered.

“Hate you?!” Blaise exclaimed, sitting up suddenly enough to dislodge Harry from where he was leaning against him. Harry let out a soft oomph as he landed back on the mattress, and blinked up at Blaise in momentary confusion. “I will never hate you, Harry,” Blaise said fiercely as he turned to look down at his mate.

“But you haven’t been talking to me, and you were ignoring me…” Harry said, trying to make sense of everything that had been going on the last couple days.

“Harry,” Blaise said slowly, making sure he had his mate’s full attention before he continued. “I was angry with you because you have been teasing me to the point where it’s been physically painful.”

“I’m sorry I ran away,” Harry said quickly, cutting Blaise off before he could say anything else. “I know how painful it is for you when I leave you in that state.” Harry admitted, a light blush coloring his cheeks.

“Do you really?” Blaise raised an eyebrow at the other boy.

“Of course. I can feel it,” Harry stated, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Even when we’re not together, I can still feel you. It isn’t easy for me to walk away when I can literally feel how much you want me.”

“You could feel my arousal?” Blaise asked, wanting to make sure he was understanding what Harry was saying.

“All the time,” Harry told him bluntly. “But I made a promise. It’s like having this bowl of the juiciest fruit in front of me and having promised not to even touch.”

Blaise blinked at him in bemusement. “… Fruit? Really?” he said, not even sure how he was supposed to take that.

“I like fruit,” Harry said with a grin.

“Alright, fine, I’m fruit,” Blaise said. “That aside, can we leave the teasing to a minimum?”

“Or we could just have sex,” Harry added helpfully.

Blaise let out a soft groan and closed his eyes. “First, not right now, you’re too worn out from your stunt earlier, and second, I want to know that you actually want this, and THIRD, we should plan to be some place more private than in a room we are sharing with our two best friends.”

“If they walk in on us, it’s their fault if they get a show,” Harry said with a shrug, unbothered by the idea of Theo or Draco seeing them doing anything.

“No, Harry,” Blaise said firmly, thinking back to a few of the conversations he had had with Theo on similar subjects. He didn’t, however, fancy sharing his and Harry’s first time, or any time for that matter, with their friends.

“Fine,” Harry sighed. “I don’t see what the big deal is,” he huffed, blinking when Blaise shifted to lay down next to him again.

“Let’s just say I want to keep you all to myself, and I don’t want anyone to see you naked like that.”

“Draco sees me naked all the time though…” Harry pointed out, frowning when Blaise put a finger on his lips.

“Shush, Harry, we’ll talk about this later, if it ever becomes relevant again,” Blaise insisted. “For now, let’s get some rest.”

Still pouting, Harry nodded and shifted closer to Blaise, resting his head on his mate’s chest again and letting out a content sigh when he could hear Blaise’s heartbeat under his ear. “Just so you know, I do want to have sex,” Harry said, smiling when he felt Blaise’s fingers combing through his hair.

“Maybe later, you still sound really tired,” Blaise chuckled. “Now get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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“Stop it, Draco,” Theo said absent-mindedly, not even looking up from the book he was reading.

“Stop what?” Draco asked, turning away from the door into the back room of Frank’s house. He looked over at his mate, his fingers worrying the small garnet that Harry had given him.

“Obsessing,” Theo told him. “I can hear you over-thinking everything from here. Alice is fine. Harry is fine. And there is nothing you can do to help either of them right now. So come sit down and preferably have a cuddle with me.”

Draco huffed, but stomped across the room and dropped himself onto the sofa next to Theo. His mate automatically lifted an arm and draped it over his shoulder, as he leaned into Theo’s side. He still couldn’t quite relax though.

The two of them sat together in silence for a few long, minutes, Theo reading and Draco turning the garnet in his hands absent-mindedly as he lost himself in thought. Theo sighed softly; closing his book, he dropped it onto the sofa, and looked down at his mate.

“I know you’re frustrated about not being able to help Alice, Draco,” Theo said, “but this feels like something more than just that.”

“It’s not just Alice, it’s everyone,” Draco admitted quietly. “I can’t help her, despite all my training; I hurt Harry because he was trying to help me; and no one will even let me try to help Remus tonight.”

“That’s because Remus could be very dangerous,” Theo pointed out sternly, not happy that Draco was apparently still wanting to be with the werewolf on the full moon. He had hoped that Alice might have given his mate someone else to focus on; apparently not.

“So you’ve all told me,” Draco said grumpily, crossing his arms over his chest, a fist clenched tightly around the red stone.

“As for Alice,” Theo went on, keen to get the subject away from Remus and full moon, “you have only been trying for one day; give yourself some time. You never even completed your training, so it might take you a while to work out what needs to be done.”

“I’m not a complete moron; I do know that,” Draco told him petulantly.

“You are not even remotely moronic,” Theo told him adamantly. “You are just stubborn and rather impatient.”

“Which got Harry hurt,” Draco pointed out.

“Yes,” Theo agreed, “it did. BUT,” he went on before Draco could comment, “your intent was good, and Harry’s going to be just fine. And you have to remember that he is responsible for what happened to him too. He knew what it could be like without the shields.”

“I think we were underestimating how much Harry has been using them,” Draco told him, and Theo watched him questioningly. “There was only me and Alice in the room, and even that was enough to send him into some kind of shock. Though it’s possible his range has improved and he was picking up you, Blaise, and Frank too.”

“It’s possible,” Theo agreed. “But let Blaise worry about Harry for now.”

Draco let out a small huff, “I don’t think that’s possible. Could YOU stop worrying about Harry?” Draco shot back.

“No,” Theo admitted with a chuckle. “He is a constant source for concern. Will it make you feel better if we just go up to bed now? Then you can lay down with Harry, and hopefully that will help you relax a bit.”

“Probably,” Draco agreed. “You don’t think they’re… doing anything, do you?” he asked in little more than a whisper, glancing up at the ceiling before looking back to Theo.

“If they were, I think we would have heard Harry, I highly doubt he’s going to be quiet during any...activities they may or may not get up to,” Theo said.

“You sound like you’ve put some thought into this…” Draco said. “Should I be worried you’re picturing my best friend and YOUR best friend having sex?”

“Who said anything about sex? I could have easily been talking about hop scotch,” Theo said, not even trying to look innocent.

“You WERE picturing them!” Draco exclaimed, sounding scandalised, shoving the garnet into his pocket.

“I never said anything about Blaise,” Theo insisted, “I assure you I have no desires on my best friend.”

“Just Harry then?” Draco asked, sounding confused now.

“He could have some company,” Theo said, smirking at his mate, waiting to see what conclusions Draco might jump to; it was rather amusing.

“Wait, are you talking about me or you?” Draco question, genuinely curious.

“Yes,” Theo answered, pressing a kiss to Draco’s temple, before getting to his feet and heading for the stairs.

“Wait! What the fuck kind of answer was that!?” Draco shouted, chasing after him.

“A cryptic one,” Theo told him smugly as Draco caught up. “But don’t worry, firefly, you’re my one and only.”

Draco harrumphed; he didn’t actually doubt that, but he wasn’t sure how he felt about the idea of Theo thinking of Harry that way at all. It made him want to stake his claim on his mate all the more; even though the pictures that Kire had shown them about the possibility of pregnancy, still made him unsure about trying anything too much.

When they reached the bedroom they were all sharing, it was clear, much to Draco’s relief, that Theo was right. Harry and Blaise weren’t doing anything more than sleeping, the pair of them cuddled up close.

“It looks like they made up,” Theo commented, unsurprised but still pleased by this.

Draco nodded. Moving silently across the room, he climbed into bed behind Harry, scooted up close to his best friend, and then looked back over at Theo when he realised that his mate was still standing by the door.

“Are you coming to bed, or are you going to stand there and watch us?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow at him, all but daring him to comment.

Theo, however, didn’t reply. Instead he made his way across the room, also taking care to keep quiet, and laid down behind Draco, wrapping his arm protectively over his mate, his hand resting over Draco’s.

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Draco was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. He was more awake than he should have been, considering the events of the day; however, his mind refused to stop. He was reassured that Harry was fine, his friend sleeping calmly next to him, and even though he had not been allowed to check on Alice, Draco could only conclude, due to the lack of yelling from Frank, that she too was okay.

The one person that was occupying Draco’s thoughts at the moment was Remus, made more poignant by the moonlight coming through the window across the room past Blaise and Harry. Draco knew that he could never cure the werewolf of his affliction. Something like that would take multiple healers, and more magic than Draco possessed. However, he could at least ease the suffering, make the transformation less painful, and make it easier for Remus to keep hold of his human mind, even while he was a wolf.

Draco rolled over onto his side, facing Theo and with Harry cuddled up close behind him. He had learned a valuable lesson today about the consequences of his actions, but this was something he knew he could do. He had done this before back in the city, and even if he hadn’t been the best in the class, he was still good with healing magic.

Mind made up, Draco shifted carefully, and removed Harry’s arm from where it was wrapped around him, before he climbed over Theo, doing his best to to put any extra weight on his sleeping mate. The last thing he needed right now was for Theo to wake up and stop him.

Draco let out a small sigh once his feet touched the floor. Turning to leave the room, he was stopped when someone grabbed his arm.

“Where you going?” Theo’s sleepy voice reached his ears, and Draco winced.

“Bathroom,” he lied, closing his eyes tightly, waiting for Theo to call him out on it.

“Mmm, kay,” came the sleepy reply before Draco’s arm was released.

Looking back at his mate, Draco frowned as Theo rolled back over to go back to sleep. Theo trusted him, had no reason to believe that he was being lied to. Draco closed his eyes again, pushing down the wave of guilt and hoping that once this was over, Theo would understand.

Draco silently left the room, closing the door behind him and hurried downstairs. It wasn’t until he was standing in front of the fireplace that they had come through when they first arrived, that Draco realised he had no idea how to make it work.

He waved his hand, trying to see if he could get his own magic to activate it, and was unsurprised when nothing happened. This was a wizard creation. Perhaps with time he could study it, figure out how it worked, and perhaps then come up with a way to make it work with his fae magic. However, right now it would be much faster to just do things the wizard way, if only he could figure out how that worked.

“You need to use the powder.” The voice from behind startled Draco, the blond spinning around quickly and staring at the doorway with wide eyes.

“Harry?” Draco didn’t know if he should be relieved or worried that it was his best friend that had caught him. “What are you doing down here?”

“Going with you to see Remus,” Harry said, as if this were supposed to be obvious. “That’s why you’re down here right? You’re going to help Remus for the full moon.”

“Even if that is what I’m doing, you’re not coming with me,” Draco said firmly.

Harry grinned. “Oh… Maybe I should just go get Theo then. He can go with you.”

Draco’s mouth fell open as he stared at Harry. “You wouldn’t dare…”

Harry’s grin widened, taking in a deep lung full of air he opened his mouth, clearly preparing to yell out. A quick wave of his hand and Draco had a silencing spell over Harry.

“Okay! Okay!” Draco said. “If you help me figure this thing out,” gesturing toward the fireplace, “then you can come with me, but you have to do EXACTLY what I say once we’re there,” Draco said seriously.

Harry nodded, hurrying over to stand next to Draco now, the blond reluctantly waving his hand again to return Harry’s voice.

“You’re really not good at this whole sneaking about thing are you?” Harry asked in a hushed tone.

“Harry,” Draco growled softly. “I need you to take this seriously.”

“Yes sir!” Harry piped up happily.

“I mean it, Harry, this is dangerous,” Draco all but groaned. He was seriously wondering if it might be wiser to just go back to bed, given Harry’s penchant for finding trouble, but he couldn’t bring himself to abandon Remus like that, not after everything the man had done for them.

“I know how dangerous it is, Draco,” Harry said. “That’s why I can’t let you go alone.”

“Yes, because you holding my hand is definitely going to help keep a werewolf from mauling us both to death,” Draco said flatly.

“Remus wouldn’t do that,” Harry insisted, “Werewolf or not, he’s still Remus.”

“You’re probably right, but I just mean that we have to be seriously careful about how we approach him when we get there,” Draco huffed impatiently.

Harry rolled his eyes at Draco. “I’m not about to run up to him and give him a hug or anything. I’m not THAT stupid.”

“I never said you were,” Draco said with a frown.

“Then stop being a mother hen, and let’s get going already; the moon is already up.” Harry grinned as he glanced out of the window.

“I’d love to, but I don’t know how to get this stupid thing to work,” Draco reminded him, turning his attention back toward the fireplace.

“I already told you, you have to use the powder,” Harry said, grabbing a pot off the mantel. He took the lid off and showed the dark, glittery powder to the blond. “Don’t think it takes much,” he said, shaking the pot gently in encouragement.

Draco looked very uncertain as he reached out and took a generous pinch of it, sprinkling it into his other palm. “Now what?” he asked. “They threw it in the fire, right?”

“Think so,” Harry told him with a shrug, replacing the lid and putting the small pot back on the mantelpiece where he found it.

“Think so?!” Draco exclaimed, clearly struggling to keep his voice down in his alarm. “Thought you knew what we were doing. You’re going to get us both killed, or else sent to goodness knows where, never to be seen again.”

“I think this might be what Theo means when he calls you dramatic,” Harry remarked. “But yeah, Sirius threw the powder in the flames, they went green and then he told it where to take him.”

“That’s it?” Draco asked, looking uncertainly at the powder in his hand. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” Harry huffed with exasperation, grabbing hold of Draco’s hand and tipping the powder into his own hand. “Just watch,” he instructed before tossing it towards the lowly flickering flames, which instantly turned green. “Catch me if you can!” Harry cackled softly, before charging into the flames with an exclamation of “Wit’s End.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Draco said drolly as his friend was swallowed by the green flames, letting out a sigh before going to get some more powder. He just hoped that Harry’s instructions were going to take them where they hoped.

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Harry came barrelling out of the fireplace in Remus and Sirius’ living room, just as quickly as he had gone into the flames at Frank’s. This made it rather difficult to stop, which in combination with the dizzying sensation of floo travel, left Harry crumpling into a heap on the hearth.

“Harry!” Draco exclaimed in surprise as he came out of the flames a few moments later. He was, however, despiting spotting Harry, unable to stop himself before he tripped, and landed on top of his best friend with an oomph.

“That was graceful,” Harry said in a muffled voice, his face pressed into the floor.

“You’re one to talk; you landed on the floor before I did,” Draco said, picking himself up off his best friend.

“The rug looked tasty, so I thought I’d fall face first to get a better bite,” Harry said, pushing himself up and grinning at Draco.

“I have no idea why we are friends. You are ridiculous,” Draco said dryly as he held out a hand and helped Harry to his feet.

“You love me, and you know it,” Harry laughed as he stood. “Now, where do you think Remus is?”

Draco shook his head at Harry’s comment, before looking around the room. “Judging from the lack of destroyed furniture in here, I’m going to guess he’s probably outside.”

“That would make sense,” Harry commented, already heading to the patio doors.

Harry pressed his face to the glass, his hands up around his eyes, peering into the darkness. Draco moved to join him, eager to see Remus for himself. He had seen many illustrations of werewolves, but to have a chance to see one in person was something else altogether.

“Anything?” Draco asked impatiently.

“Nu uh,” Harry said, shaking his head a little, even as they both continued to watch the garden. “You?”

“Oh yeah, there’s a giant wolf right in front of me, but I wasn’t going to mention it,” Draco said sarcastically.

“You really shouldn’t go without sleep, Draco,” Harry told him. “Wait, there, look. Near the edge of the woodland.”

“I don’t…” Draco trailed off, “No, wait I see him! He’s smaller than I imagined,” he commented, squinting, trying to get a closer look.

“Erm, Draco…” Harry said, sounding worried.

“It’s fine, he’s probably not even seen us yet,” Draco told him dismissively, waiting and hoping the creature would move closer, out of the moonlight shadows being cast by the trees.

“I thought you were kidding about the giant wolf right in front of us,” Harry said, chuckling wryly, and when Draco removed his head from the patio door, to glance in Harry’s direction, he caught sight of two large, yellow eyes, staring intently at them.

“Wow, he’s… bigger than I imagined,” Draco said, shaken by the sudden realisation that it wasn’t Remus by the treeline at all, and that the werewolf was inches away, literally separated from them by a pane of glass.

“So, what now?” Harry asked, not taking his eyes off Remus.

“Well, I can’t do anything for him while we’re in here, and he’s out there...so…” Draco said reaching for the door handle.

“He’s not going to use those teeth on us, right?” Harry asked, a little more anxious now that he could see Remus in this form for himself. He wasn’t scared, just really against the idea of either of them getting bitten, mostly because they didn’t have access to the fae magic they would need to fix it; not to mention it would probably really hurt.

“Just don’t make any sudden movements,” Draco advised as he pushed down on the handle and let the door start to swing open.

It was a tense moment, but Remus didn’t lunge for them, made no move to attack, and simply took a couple of steps forward and nuzzled against Draco’s hand. The blond boy laughed softly in happiness, at having been right about Remus. He had been so sure that he wasn’t a danger to them.

A bark sounded from across the garden, and they saw Remus’ body tense, his ears twitching toward the sound before flattening back against his head. The werewolf turned away from them, letting lose a snarl towards the black dog they could see darting across the garden toward them.

Harry let out a soft giggle when Sirius nearly tripped as he stopped very suddenly at the edge of the patio, apparently not wanting to get too close to the snarling werewolf. “Sirius is as graceful as you are, Draco.”

“Shut up, Harry,” Draco told him bluntly, both of them watching as Sirius transformed back into his human form.

“Boys, you need to get back in the house,” Sirius told them, obviously very worried. “Remus, it’s just me. Calm down. Draco, shut the door.”

“It’s fine, Sirius,” Draco said, taking a step out of the house and running his hand through the fur on Remus’ back. “See.”

Sirius looked like he might be on the verge of all out panic now, his hands raised in surrender, and his position poised, ready to charge forward if need be. “Please go back inside,” Sirius begged, keeping most of his attention on Remus who was still growling softly at him.

“We came back to help Remus,” Harry said as he too stepped outside.

“No Harry, stay inside, Draco you go back inside, NOW!” Sirius snapped, this pulled a louder growl from Remus and the werewolf took a threatening step toward Sirius. “Hey, hold on, Remus, it’s me,” Sirius said backing up slowly and putting more distance between himself and his lover. “Boys, PLEASE do as I’ve asked!” Sirius said, not even daring to look away from Remus now.

“Draco, maybe we should go back inside… Remus doesn’t look happy right now,” Harry said.

“He’s protecting us…” Draco said in astonishment.

“Fascinating, now will you two go back inside?” Sirius asked once again. “There’s nothing you can do to help Remus right now, but if you do NOT go back inside then he’s not going to calm down at all.”

Both the boys frowned at Sirius, but Draco let out a long sigh and took Harry’s hand. “He’s right. There’s not much I can do for Remus right now… if I had made it here before the moon was up maybe. Also, it’s cold out here.”

“So you can’t help Remus?” Harry asked, allowing himself to be slowly led back inside.

“Not this time, but next time maybe,” Draco said, turning to close the door behind them but stopped when he saw that Remus had followed them inside. He turned his attention back toward Sirius. “I’m going to assume that him following us inside was not part of your plan?”

“No, it was not,” Sirius said with forced calmness, and Harry could tell that the man was really stressed and worried about the situation.

“Remus, you’re supposed to stay outside,” Harry said, and hurried back out the door, looking back at the werewolf. “Remus, come,” Harry said, pointing at the spot on the ground in front of him.

“He’s not a puppy, Harry,” Sirius exclaimed, his hand on his forehead in disbelief at the situation. Though as he took his hand away, he realised, much to his horror, that Remus was moving to exactly the spot Harry had indicated. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered to himself.

“Stay here,” Harry instructed Remus before hurrying into the house. However, Remus clearly knew what he was trying to do, and followed so close behind Harry that his snout was pressing against the backs of Harry’s legs.

“I don’t think this is going to work,” Draco remarked quietly, feeling rather amused.

He was now unable to close the door without shutting it on Remus, which seemed like a really bad idea, not to mention rude, when the werewolf had been nothing but sweet and protective with them.

“I don’t think this is going to work, Sirius,” Draco called out of the door, once Remus had followed Harry completely into the house again.

Sirius let out a weary sigh and cautiously approached the house.

“Hey, Remus, mind if I join you guys?” he asked, peering through the wide open doorway, even as he kept himself several feet away. When Remus didn’t snarl at him again, he took that as approval. “Close the door once I’m inside, Draco,” he instructed firmly as he took several steps towards the house.

“Why are you so annoyed?” Harry questioned as Sirius reached the back door.

Taking a deep breath, Sirius let it out slowly. “We will talk about this tomorrow, Harry, when there is not a potentially murderous werewolf in a confined space with us.”

“Remus wouldn’t hurt us though,” Draco insisted, glancing over to Remus.

The werewolf was staying protectively close to Harry now, with yellow eyes fixed on Sirius, as though waiting for the man to make a wrong move.

“We will talk about this in the morning,” Sirius repeated slowly through clenched teeth.

Harry nodded once and turned to Draco. “He’s REALLY annoyed with us.”

“I figured that one out on my own, thanks,” Draco said, watching as Sirius transformed back into a black dog before slowly entering the house. Draco did as he had been told and closed the door behind him.

“Well, if there’s nothing we can do, should we go back to Frank’s?” Harry suggested.

“I don’t think we’ll be allowed to,” Draco pointed out, looking to where Remus had made himself comfortable in front of the fireplace.

“He’ll let us through,” Harry stated confidently, approaching the fireplace and reaching out for the pot of floo powder; however, he froze when a deep growl sounded from near his ankles. “Or not,” he amended, taking a couple of steps back. “I think we’re staying here tonight,” he added, flashing a smile toward Sirius, who let out a huff through his nose.

Sirius nudged at Draco’s legs, edging him toward the sofa.

“You want us to sleep down here?” Draco asked, and Sirius gave a soft bark.

“Apparently so,” Harry said; he could feel relief starting to mix with the anger, frustration and fear that he had been getting from his godfather. Remus seemed on board with this plan too, as he had settled back down on the hearth, and was now just watching them all calmly.

Harry and Draco made some adjustments to the sofa, widening it so that they had a comfortable place to sleep; transforming a couple of the pillows into warm blankets, the two boys climbed into the makeshift bed they had made for themselves and settled down.

“Draco,” Harry said, as the blond boy lay down next to him.

“What?” Draco asked irritably, his eyes already drifting closed.

Harry hesitated for a moment; Draco really could be grumpy when he had missed sleep and he didn’t want to annoy his friend any further, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it and needed to say something. “Blaise and Theo are going to be REALLY mad at us,” Harry pointed out.

Draco sighed. “I know.”

“Sirius is mad at us too,” Harry added, glancing down at where the black dog was curled up now, at the edge of the sofa, presumably ready to protect them in case Remus had a change in temperament.

“I know, Harry,” Draco said wearily.

“Do you think Remus will be mad at us as well?” Harry asked worriedly.

“Probably,” Draco admitted, sounding frustrated now.

Harry bit his bottom lip as he leaned up to look at his friend properly; he could feel Draco’s mood darkening. “Are you mad at me?”

“No, Harry,” Draco huffed, opening his eyes enough to glance over at his friend, “I’m not mad at you.”

Harry smiled happily at that. “Maybe we can do something to make them less mad at us…”

Draco groaned, rolled over so that his back was to Harry and closed his eyes again. “I AM going to be mad at you if you don’t shut up and go to sleep,” Draco huffed.

“Okay,” Harry said settling down next to his friend once more and closing his eyes. “Hey Draco?”

“What?” Draco asked, ignoring the soft huff of amusement he heard from Sirius.

“I’m going to wake you up early so we can make breakfast for everyone,” Harry informed him joyfully.

“Harry,” Draco whined, “I will do whatever you want, if you just PLEASE go to sleep.”

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January 6th 1996

Blaise groaned sleepily and rolled over in bed, throwing his arm out. He expected it to wrap around his sleeping mate, but it found only pillows and blankets. He cracked open an eye, and peered over the top of the stacked pillows, where he found Theo, his friend’s sleep-slack face drooling onto the pillow he had bunched beneath him.

His friend was asleep on the other side of the bed, with at least six pillows and two blankets shoved into the space between them, and there was definitely no sign of either Harry or Draco; from the coolness of the fabrics, he suspected they hadn’t been there for a while.

“Theo!” Blaise grumbled sleepily, grabbing the closest pillow from the pile between them, and swinging it to hit his friend.

“Ooph. What the…?” Theo muttered, grabbing the pillow and throwing it off the side of the bed to the floor. “Sleepin’,” he pointed out, as though Blaise had failed to notice this.

“Yeah,” Blaise agreed, as he pushed himself up out of bed and stretched, “and while you do that, we’ll just assume that Draco and Harry aren’t getting themselves into trouble.”

Theo turned his head to look at the space where Draco had been sleeping and pulled back the covers more to reveal nothing but pillows. “Ahh, really?” he groaned before burying his head in his own pillow.

“Maybe they’re just downstairs,” Blaise suggested hopefully, as he pulled on a tunic.

Theo forced himself to sit up on the edge of the bed and gave Blaise a sceptical look; they both knew how likely that was. “Given how determined Draco was regarding Remus yesterday, and how long they have obviously been gone, I’ll give you two guesses where they probably are, and one guess doesn’t count.”

“Should we wake Frank before we go to Sirius and Remus’?” Blaise asked.

“Unless you remember how to work that floo thing,” Theo said, as he stood up, grabbing clothes from where he had dropped them the evening before.

“Harry and Draco must have figured it out; couldn’t be that hard,” Blaise said. “But I suppose it would be better to tell him so all four of us don’t just vanish.”

Theo nodded. “I’ll finish getting dressed, and you can go tell Frank.”

“Why do I have to be the one to tell him?” Blaise questioned, even as he turned toward the door. “Hurry up, or I’ll leave without you,” Blaise threatened, leaving to go find Frank.

“And have to deal with Harry and Draco on your own, not likely,” Theo called after him.

Blaise had to admit that his friend had a point, but he focused his attention on remembering which room Frank had said was his. Fairly sure that it was the room at the end of the hallway, Blaise raised his hand and rapped on the door.

“Frank?” he called out. “You awake?”

The sun was already in the sky, bringing daylight into the house, but it was still early enough that Frank could still be sleeping; after all, he and Theo had only just woken. He waited a moment before knocking again, and this time the door was opened quickly.

“Blaise?” Frank asked blearily, half-squinting at the boy in front of him.
“Harry and Draco are missing, and we’re pretty sure they went back to Sirius and Remus’ house,” Blaise blurted out before Frank had a chance to say anything more. “Theo and I are going to go and check on them.”

Frank stared at him for a few seconds before giving a tired sigh. “Wait here. Give me two minutes, and I’ll come with you,” he said, closing the door in Blaise’s face.

Blaise blinked in surprise, but dutifully waited. He looked down the hall when he heard Theo come out into the hallway. His friend paused, before looking his way.

“You coming?” Theo asked impatiently, gesturing toward the staircase.

“Frank said to wait here,” Blaise told him seriously. “We’ll meet you downstairs,” he said, turning back to the door as it opened once more, and Frank, now fully dressed, nearly walked right into him as he stepped out of the room quickly.

“Bloody hell, Blaise!” Frank exclaimed, his hand pressed against his heart. “I didn’t mean literally right here,” he muttered as he bustled Blaise along the corridor toward Theo, who was standing at the top of the stairs. “Come on, everyone downstairs.”

The three of them quickly made their way down to the living room, and Frank wasted no time taking a pinch of floo powder. Tossing it into the flames, he grabbed Theo and Blaise by the arms and pulled them into the fire, and with a clear instruction of ‘Wit’s End’, they vanished.

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Waking up on the hearth in their living room was rather strange for Remus, particularly being woken up by three people falling over him. He had woken up in some odd places before, especially on the mornings after full moons, but Sirius was usually careful to keep him outside while transformed, ever since the time they had ended up having to replace most of their living room furniture.

“That was graceful,” Remus heard Blaise comment.

It took his brain a moment, but he realised that Blaise wasn’t supposed to be there at the moment, that the boys had gone to Frank’s for the full moon. He looked up in time to see Theo, Blaise and Frank pushing themselves up from the floor.

“Just be glad that Harry and Draco didn’t see,” Theo pointed out. “They would never let us hear the end of it.”

Remus’ brain was still slowly waking up and, realising that they had company, he looked down at his own body. He was grateful to find that someone had covered his naked body with a blanket. He would have assumed Sirius, but as he looked back to the rest of the room, he could see his fiancé still asleep, in dog form, by the sofa. Though how Sirius had slept through Frank, Theo, and Blaise’s arrival was a mystery to Remus.

“My apologies, Remus,” Frank said, and Remus looked up at the man, who was now holding out a hand. “Didn’t really expect to find anyone right in front of the fire.”

“Didn’t really expect to wake up right in front of the fire, myself,” Remus informed him.

He let Frank help him up, taking great care to keep the blanket securely against his front using his free hand, maintaining some of his modesty. Though, as soon as he was standing and had both hands free, Remus wrapped the blanket securely around himself.

“You’re also here quite early. The boys are okay, aren’t they?” Remus asked, his mind still a bit fuzzy after he had been woken up so suddenly. He glanced, with concern, toward Theo and Blaise, who were hurrying off upstairs.

“It seems that Harry and Draco have...erm, wandered off,” Frank admitted. “Theo and Blaise seem to think that they might have come here last night…”

Remus turned back toward Frank slowly, his face going a shade paler as he remembered snippets of the night before. He turned quickly toward the sofa where he remembered seeing Draco and Harry last. Stamping down quickly on his rising panic, he moved over to where Sirius was still curled up and sleeping, needing him to be awake right now.

“They’re not up here,” Blaise called down, as he and Theo came back down the stairs.

“Sirius, wake up!” Remus snapped impatiently, shaking his fiancé by the shoulder. Sirius huffed softly but made no other signs of waking up. “Don’t make me get the hose,” Remus threatened.

Sirius let out a soft growl before he shifted back into a human, and he turned his grey eyes to glare up at Remus. “I’m ‘wake,” Sirius assured him.

“Where did Harry and Draco go?” Remus asked.

“They’re….,” Sirius said as he sat up and went to gesture towards the sofa. “Fuck. I am going to magically bind those two to a post, so they stay put for five minutes.”

“Not sure even that would stop Harry,” Theo pointed out, as Sirius got to his feet.

“A guy can dream,” Sirius said, stretching. “Okay, so have we checked the whole house?” he questioned.

“Theo and I checked upstairs,” Blaise said. Sirius nodded.

“And what about out back?” Sirius asked looking at the two teens.

“Hadn’t gotten that far yet,” Theo admitted, already turning to head toward the kitchen door, Blaise not far behind.

They didn’t have to go far to find their missing mates because as soon as they stepped into the kitchen, and through the sound barrier that the boys had apparently put up, they could hear them, even before they spotted them.

“That doesn’t GO in there Harry! I TOLD you, you’re making too much of a mess!” Draco snapped.

“But the book says that the flour has to go into the bowl,” Harry argued back.

“And if you’d LOOK, you’d see that I already put all the flour we need, now put that back… and don’t you DARE throw it at-” Draco stopped mid sentence as Harry threw the whole cup of flour at him.

“What Merlin’s name are you two doing?” Sirius sighed as he came into the kitchen behind Theo and Blaise.

Both Harry and Draco turned quickly to look at Sirius, the two of them covered in flour. In fact, it looked as if nearly half the kitchen was covered in the stuff.

“We’re making breakfast!” Harry said happily.

“We’ve even managed to actually cook some of the pancakes, but Harry keeps getting distracted.” Draco motioned toward the table, the only relatively clean spot in the whole kitchen, where there were two plates with large stacks of pancakes already and waiting.

“Right, I’m going back to bed,” Sirius said and turned to leave the kitchen. “Once I’ve slept more than an hour, you two and I need to have a very long talk,” Sirius said, wanting to let the boys know that they were not off the hook for the stunt they had pulled the night before.

“I hope you two realised that Sirius turning down pancakes is a sign of just how much trouble you’re in,” Remus informed them. “Now, I really need to go find some actual clothes. Frank, if you would stay with the boys and make sure none of them wander off for the next ten minutes.”

“I won’t let them out of my sight,” Frank assured him.

Remus, though, was still hesitant to leave the boys again so soon, even for such a short period of time. But Theo had moved over to Draco’s side and was now helping him with the rest of the breakfast, and Harry was sidling up to Blaise, a sheepish smile on his face. Blaise, however, had his arms crossed and a stern frown on his face.

“I won’t let them leave this room,” Frank promised earnestly.

Remus nodded, and forced himself to leave the room quickly, before he changed his mind.

“Are you mad at me?” he heard Harry ask Blaise quietly, and he paused just outside the kitchen door, waiting to hear the answer.

“Of course,” Blaise said, though Remus could hear the mild amusement in his voice.

“Don’t the pancakes help?” Harry asked, and Remus knew that the smaller boy would be giving Blaise his best innocent look.

“Maybe, but you’re still in trouble,” Blaise retorted.

Remus chuckled softly to himself as he headed for the stairs. It really was hard to stay mad at Harry and Draco; not that they were going to be allowed to get away with their recklessness. He was just incredibly glad that he hadn’t ended up attacking the boys. It was fortunate that he was rigorous about taking the wolfsbane potion now. But either way, it was not something they could allow to happen again.

He pushed open the door to his and Sirius’ bedroom carefully, but as he suspected, Sirius was already fast asleep, snoring softly into the pillow. Remus watched him for a moment, before moving to the wardrobe and dressing himself quickly. He even took an extra minute to duck into their en-suite and brush his teeth; the transformation always left him with terrible morning-breath.

He was dressed and back downstairs in only a little over five minutes, and the moment he stepped back into the kitchen and saw all four boys there, he felt himself calm. Blaise and Harry were now sat across from Frank at the table, and Theo and Draco were by the stove. Someone had taken a cleaning spell to the room, because there was a lot less flour… well… everywhere.

Frank stood as he spotted him.

“You’re welcome to stay for breakfast,” Remus quickly assure him, not wanting to hurry the man out of the house after all he had done for them.

“Thank you, but another time,” Frank told him with a shake of his head. “I’ve left Alice alone and really want to get back to her.”

“Of course,” Remus said understandingly, nodding his head. He knew that Frank didn’t like to leave her alone if it could be avoided, and often relied on their extended family to stay with her while he was at work.

“I’ll send the boys’ things through later,” Frank told him as Remus led him back into the other room.

“Thank you.” Remus shook Frank’s hand. “For everything.”

“Any time,” Frank told him. “Though I see what you mean about them being a handful.”

“No kidding,” Remus agreed. “They keep us on our toes.”

Frank chuckled deeply as he took a pinch of floo powder, throwing it in and heading back home. Remus returned to the kitchen.

Harry grinned up at Remus as the werewolf came back into the room. “Sit here Remus!” Harry said, indicating the empty seat on his other side. “Draco made you lots of pancakes!”

Remus watched in amusement as Harry started dishing up the pancakes. “Slow down, Harry, I’m not going to eat that many,” he said, taking the seat next to Harry.

“I heard that werewolves are really hungry after the full moon,” Draco said as he brought a third plate stacked with pancakes over to the table, taking his own seat.

“I’m not sure about others, but I’ve never had much of an appetite after the full moon, though that could also be a side effect of the potion that I take now,” Remus said, remembering that full moons used to be very different for him.

“So we didn’t have to make so much?” Harry asked, looking worried.

“I’m sure they’ll get eaten, once Sirius is awake,” Remus chuckled, placing a hand on Harry’s head. “Now you boys eat up, I have a feeling it’s going to be a long day today.”

TBC

Once again we apologize for the long wait for this this chapter. We are are still writing, but things got even more complicated once the new year hit.

Although we got happily married, as planned, in January, we have run into trouble getting Celtic to the UK as her visa was refused, and our life has been on hold for the last seven months as we try and sort through this while being worlds apart.

Today is our six month anniversary, and we are having to spend the time on video call, as this is the only way we can be together at the moment.

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