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Getting Him Back	By : wolfboygrim Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8748 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Harry gasped as they reappeared in the front hall of Grimmauld Place. The portrait of Sirius' mother started screeching about filthy blood-traitors, half-breeds, and abominations polluting her house but both Harry and Remus ignored the piercing noise for a moment.

"Was that better than a portkey?" Remus asked.

Harry shook himself trying to get his balance back under him. "It was different. I thought I was going to pass out. I am not sure I am so eager to learn how to Apparate now," Harry said honestly. He much preferred flying to any other form of wizard transportation.

"It is not quite as harsh when you apparate yourself. Side-along is always a bit more rough since I was basically yanking your magic and changing the signature to match mine during the trip," Remus said. Absent-mindedly, he pulled on the shoulders of Harry's jumper to free the young man's hands since the sleeves were hanging at least 3 inches over his fingertips. "Perhaps there are some better clothes here you could wear. Old things of Sirius' they would fit better anyway until we can see about getting you some new things," Remus said.

"I have never had new clothes, well except for my robes and the jumpers Mrs. Weasley knits for me…I have never had the chance to get things since any Muggle things I did get would get wrecked by the Dursley's anyway," Harry said, his shoulders hunching and his hands balling into fists inside the extra large sleeves of the ratty brown jumper.

"I am certainly going to have words with Albus. I do not know how he can condone sending you to those people every summer," Remus said, his voice deep and rough.

"It is for protection. I am not quite sure of what he is protecting me from. Not the Dursleys I do not think and the Dementors did not have much trouble finding the area either," Harry said, his anger at Dumbledore still not gone from the things the old man had hidden over the years.

"Come on, we will get your things upstairs and see what clothes we can find that might be in better shape than what you have now. Then I will write a strongly worded letter to Albus and we can take a nap or at least rest. I know that I have not been sleeping very well lately and it does not look like you have been either," Remus said, stepping forward to enfold Harry in another warm hug full of love and other emotions. Remus led Harry upstairs to Sirius' room, which was also the room Remus was staying in since he had spent more nights with Sirius than not in the last year. Remus opened the door and walked across to the wardrobe. "It is mostly jeans and jumpers. I think there might still be some old t-shirts in here though from when Sirius was still in school. Those might be the best fit," Remus said pulling a few things out of the crowded wardrobe.

Harry walked over and looked into the rows of clothes. He recognized one of the dressing gowns hanging on a hook inside the door and ran his hand over the velvet fabric. "So he was wearing his dressing gown at the station," Harry said, a sad smile on his face.

"When was this?" Remus asked, pulling the dressing gown from the hook and handing it to Harry. "It was his favourite. He got it for Christmas the year you were born. You used to like it as well. You would fall right to sleep all cuddled into his chest when we would watch you so your mum and da could go out," Remus said, draping the dressing gown over Harry's shoulders.

"He was wearing it when he insisted on coming to the station last summer. He pulled me into a room and transformed back to show me the old picture of the Order. I asked him why he was wearing his dressing gown and he laughed and said it was what all the old Lords did when they were trapped in their manor and why should he get dressed when he had Padfoot's fur when he did get to go outside," Harry answered as he adjusted the heavy material around him and instantly smelled the slight hint of wet dog and a woody outdoor scent that clung to the fabric.

"That sounds like him. Here are some things for you. Now we should see about a nice cuppa and then a nap. You look like you are dead on your feet. I am out of Dreamless Sleep at the moment but if you don't mind sharing with an old wolf you could stay in here with me. Then I can help with any nightmares," Remus said, handing Harry a pile of jeans, t-shirts and a couple of jumpers. Remus waved his wand and a teapot raced into the room. Another wave filled it with water and tea leaves and the third swish heated the tea. "Now get comfortable. Those clothes are anything but and I will pour us some tea," Remus said, the final spiralling motion of his wand conjuring two teacups. Remus reached over and poured the tea.

Harry was stunned by Remus' offer. "I guess I could use a nap, but…I mean I do not want to be an inconvenience. I can sleep in the room I shared with Ron before and let you rest," Harry said, stumbling over his words.

"I do not mind, Harry, or else I would not have offered. I think both of us will rest better with the other nearby," Remus said as he unbuttoned his cardigan and slipped it and the jeans off. He did not seem to notice Harry's stare as he stood there in just his boxers for a few moments before he slipped on his worn green dressing gown and took one of the cups of tea floating in mid-air nearby. "It is okay if you would rather stay in your clothes. I just cannot sleep in jeans and the jumper is far too warm for the house in the summer," Remus said.

Harry slipped out of his clothes down to his boxers, remembering that he had not been wearing much more when they shared a late breakfast at Privet Drive earlier in the day. Harry pulled the velvet dressing gown on and snuggled into the soft fabric letting the smell of his godfather soothe him. "Thank you, Remus, for not sending back a short little note saying it would be okay when I wrote to you. I did not realize how much I needed someone until you actually came," Harry said, taking the other cup of tea, his hands shaking slightly as they had for a few days from lack of sleep, lack of food, and stress.

"You are welcome, Harry. I knew I had to bring you here after your letter. My wolf was rather insistent that the last member of his pack be around again. I think that is why I do not want you to go all the way downstairs to the room by yourself. Full moon is next week and Moony usually fights much harder for control," Remus said, sitting on the large bed and patting the space next to him for Harry to join him.

"About that…um I mean…you have the Wolfsbane right?" Harry asked, not wanting to offend Remus but at the same time not keen on repeating his experience with an uncontrolled werewolf on the full moon as he had seen at the end of his third year.

"Yes, Harry, I have my potion so I will be locked in up here pacing the floor in case the potion does not work," Remus said.

"In case it does not work? Are you not getting it from Snape any more then?" Harry asked.

"Severus is still making it, however, my inner wolf is grieving possibly more than I am for the loss of Sirius and it could fight the potion if I do not lock myself inside. Especially as you smell of pack and his scent will be on you now from the house and his clothes," Remus said, banishing their teacups as they finished their cuppa.

"I am sorry you have to go through it alone now. I wish I was an animagus so that I could be with you like he was," Harry said.

"Someday we will work on that. Right now we have another project to work on I think. I am fairly certain I know the ritual that we both dreamed about but we cannot perform it until Samhain or Halloween. They say the veil is the thinnest on that night and we can communicate with those that we have lost," Remus said, laying down and pulling Harry down with him so that they were more comfortable.

"You had the dream as well?" Harry asked.

"Yes, last night I saw the ritual and that is another reason why I came to see you as soon as you sent your letter with Hedwig," Remus said.

"When we were talking earlier you said something about doing anything you could to get Sirius back. You said that night that he was gone, how can we bring him back?" Harry asked, confusion on his face.

"Did you notice the colour of the curse that hit him?" Remus asked, his hand moving to run through Harry's hair in a soothing motion.

"It was red. From the way he fell I would say it was a stunner that only partially hit him. He was not stiff and unmoving. He was still moving his eyes as he fell," Harry said, thinking about the vision of that night which he saw in his dreams every time he tried to sleep.

"That's what I remember seeing as well. That means he was still alive when he disappeared into the veil. That's not what it was intended for. I looked it up a few days ago and found out that it used to be used to dispose of the bodies of the prisoners that died in Azkaban. Usually they were the ones who had already been given the Dementor's kiss since the body does not usually last very long without its soul. I think there is a way to bring Sirius back from behind the veil. Something about the ritual we dreamed about," Remus said, pulling Harry closer to him, hoping to lure him to sleep for a couple of hours.

Harry did not know whether he should be excited about the idea. If it worked then they would have Sirius back. If not then they would be crushed by not being able to find anything to help him and that he was truly gone. "Nearly Headless Nick did say something about Sirius not coming back as a ghost. Maybe that means he truly is not…dead…and that is why he cannot come back as a ghost," Harry said, yawning as he finished speaking.

"That is why we will tear the house apart for any and all rituals that we can find. We can also send Hedwig with an owl order for some books from Flourish and Blotts. I'm pretty sure they have a book or two on Druidic rituals. We will have the rest of the summer to plan this out no matter what anyone says about it. Oh, that reminds me. I need to write that note to Dumbledore," Remus said. He flicked his wand and summoned parchment and an inkwell and then conjured a quill with another quick jab.

"Do you do everything with magic?" Harry asked, surprised to see so much casual magic use. Last summer they had done everything by hand including the adults. "Cleaning last summer would have been a lot easier with a few spells here and there," Harry said.

"Molly wanted you out of the way and busy so Sirius and I cut back on our magic usage while you were here. I know it seems odd to you since you are not able to use your wand outside of school yet, but once you can you tend to use magic for most things without even thinking about it," Remus said, turning his attention to the parchment in front of him and composing a scathing letter to the Headmaster. Remus was not sure the old man would even acknowledge the problem that Remus had with the Dursley's care or lack thereof with Harry, but this was only the first step Remus was ready and willing to take to make sure that Albus would not send Harry back to that hell hole any time soon. If this letter was ignored then Remus would send a howler a day if that is what it took to make him see that this treatment went beyond anything that was tolerable for "the greater good" as Albus so often liked to say.

Albus,

You may or may not have noticed that Harry is no longer with his relatives. He will not be returning there if I have anything to say about it. They had his room locked with twelve locks from the outside so they could lock him in. There was even a narrow cat flap at the bottom of the door to push in food. It also appeared that at one point in time there were bars on the windows.

His relatives decided they no longer wanted Harry to show his face outside so they hired a landscaping company to take care of their lawn and then took it out on Harry for being lazy and not doing his chores. They only fed him once a day since he came back from Hogwarts and sometimes even withheld that small amount of food from him because he has been having nightmares. Not the Voldemort induced kind, but the kind you get from watching someone die or as good as right in front of you, again might I add since he also saw his mother and Cedric die in front of him.

I will be keeping Harry for the remainder of the summer and as much of the next summer as humanly possible. After their treatment of him this summer I do not think that more than a week in their dubious care would be advised. I would also prefer that the house remain quiet this summer as both Harry and I have yet to grieve properly for our loss. Please respect our wishes in this matter. I would be happy to provide pensive memories so you can see for yourself how horrible the conditions are for Harry and what your "Greater Good" is costing him.

Remus Lupin

"There, we will send that in a little bit. Let Hedwig have a little more rest as well. I really should get a new post owl. Sirius and I just had not gotten around to it after Romulus and Eureka died last year. They were long lived owls. I got Romulus when I was fifteen and was made a prefect and Sirius got Eureka at sixteen when he moved in with the Potters. He said he did not want a familiar before then because he was afraid his 'family' would kill it," Remus said.

"Sirius named his owl Eureka?" Harry asked, laughing at the absurd name.

"He always claimed his best ideas for pranks came after she would fly in and whack him upside the head with her wing," Remus said, also chuckling at the memory. "After everything happened she came to my place and I took care of her. I could not punish an animal for what I thought its owner had done. That and Romulus was fond of her," Remus added.

"I sometimes think that Hedwig is actually talking to me. She will come over and preen my hair and then give a barking hoot to tell me to calm down. It usually works too," Harry said, still fighting the sleep that he was starting to fall into.

"I am sure it does. She can be a very persuasive owl at times," Remus said, remembering various order members who had been on the wrong side of Hedwig's beak and talons. "Now sleep silly boy. We will talk again when we have both rested," Remus said, moving Harry still closer to his body, using his unnaturally high body heat to lure the young man to sleep.

"Not fair, Moony. It is like sleeping next to a dragon," Harry mumbled, pressing his head against Remus' chest to listen to his heartbeat as he fell asleep with a slight smile on his face.

Remus woke several hours later from another dream. This one was slightly different than the last ritual he had dreamed about. The altar was the same but the candles and decorations were more winter themed. Christmas things like holly and mistletoe as well as a large pine bough covered the space. He heard himself chanting in a strange mix of modern and ancient Celtic as the pentagram on the floor glowed with power. He saw that he and Harry were both kneeling at opposite ends of the glowing shape and that the magic was drawn between their bodies flowing from each of them and concentrating in the space in the middle. Then he noticed that they were both very naked before the dream abruptly ended. Remus took a deep breath and snuggled closer to Harry's sleeping form that was still resting on his chest. The wolf in Remus growled in pleasure at having the lithe young man nearly lying on top of him with his head of messy black hair across his chest.

Remus wasn't sure what to think about the dream. It seemed to indicate that there was more to the rituals than they knew. The Halloween ritual seemed to be the first in a series. The next one by the looks of things would be at Christmas or the Druid celebration of Yule. The only thing that was odd was that they were both naked for the ritual although Remus suspected that it was because the Yule was a period of rebirth and everyone was born naked so it did make some sense. Remus pushed back the thoughts of finding out someday if Harry truly looked as good in real life as he did in the dream. He should wake Harry up now. They had been asleep for 4 hours and it was early evening. They would have dinner and talk about the vision that Remus was pretty sure Harry had also shared. Then they could go back to sleep. "Harry…time to get up now," Remus said into Harry's ear.

Harry groaned and his eyes opened slowly. "I guess I was more tired than I thought," Harry said, his voice a bit sleepy and hoarse.

"Yes, we slept for four hours. It is time for something to eat and then we can talk more if you would like," Remus said, smiling as he watched Harry put his glasses back on and sit up in the big bed.

"Did you dream again? I think it is trying to tell us something, but I am not sure what. The dream always ends too fast" Harry said, shivering as his feet hit the cold floor by the bed.

Remus noticed the shivers and looked around for Sirius' slippers. "There are slippers by the night table right there. Put them on before you catch your death of cold," Remus said. He waited for Harry to locate the slippers and slide them onto his feet before he answered Harry's question. "Yes I did have the dream again. I think it is trying to tell us to look at Celtic Druidic rituals and that there will be a second one at the Yule or Christmas. All I know about the Celtic holiday is that the Yule is a symbol of rebirth just as much as Halloween is a symbol of death. After that I am not sure but at least we have narrowed it down to Celtic and ancient Druidic traditions which took the work out of researching every cultural myth and holiday tradition" Remus said.

"That is something anyway. I think there's more to the puzzle in the dreams though. I wish I could remember more of what I saw," Harry said, the dream starting to fade away like water through his hands.

"There is a pensive somewhere here. I will find it and we will put in our memories from the dreams into it and see what we might have missed. Now young man I am going downstairs to start dinner. Come down and get something to eat," Remus said, taking Harry's hand and nearly pulling him to the kitchen to find something to make for dinner.

Harry watched in fascination as Remus tapped his wand against the stove to turn it on and then with several dozen cooking spells and other household spells he managed to make a wonderful smelling stew as well as crusty bread spread thickly with butter. Harry sat down and dished out a bowl of stew eagerly as he felt his stomach grumble and he actually had food to fill it that he did not have to sneak out of the kitchen in the middle of the night. Dinner was quickly finished as well as the beautiful chocolate pudding that Remus had made for afters. With the dishes washing themselves the two left the chilly, slightly musty basement kitchen for the cosy warmth of the bedroom.

"So whatever happened to Buckbeak anyway?" Harry asked.

"He was sent off to a breeder somewhere in Austria who collects magical creatures and needed Buckbeak to complete part of his collection. Apparently he is trying to get two of each magical creature together and mate them. He got the idea from reading the bible. Thought the story of the Ark sounded fun so he turned his house into an ark and started collecting animals from around the world," Remus answered.

"I hope he's not going to collect all the magical creatures. I think he might have trouble with one Basilisk or even an Acromantula, let alone two, with all those other animals around," Harry said.

"Experience speaking there, Harry?" Remus asked, teasing the young man about his exploits. Stories that Minerva had told Remus in Harry's third year and that he and Sirius had heard from Harry himself over the last Christmas holiday.

"Yes it is. If I never see another giant spider after second year in the forest and fourth year in the maze then I will be perfectly happy," Harry said.

"You and me both," Remus answered, then he changed the subject. "What did you see in the dream?" he asked.

"A lot of light. Then I saw the altar again with some candles but different this time than before. There were things on the altar that were different. Instead of Halloween decorations they were more Christmas-y. I saw a pine bough, some holly and mistletoe, and some other things. Did you see us in the pentagram?" Harry asked.

"Yes I did. Why, was there anything unusual that you saw that I might not have?" Remus asked.

"Well…we…we were naked and kneeling there waiting for something to happen with all the light we were generating," Harry said, embarrassed that even in his dream he couldn’t keep his eyes off of Remus.

"Many rituals require nudity. I am guessing this one would because it is for a festival of rebirth and you are born naked so the ritual would be more powerful that way as well," Remus said. He noticed the lingering stare and that Harry was blushing. Remus was flattered really. Harry was such an attractive young man with his somewhat wavy yet unruly coal black hair and those piercing emerald eyes that showed each of Harry's emotions clearly to anyone who cared to really look past the mask.

"I…I thought you were beautiful kneeling there with your head thrown back as you recited the strange words," Harry said, his blush spreading to cover his entire face and the rather large portion of chest that was exposed with the slightly open dressing gown that he was still wearing.

Remus remembered Sirius blushing like that when he was aroused and looked away a little trying to think about what they could talk about next before he pinned Harry down and ravished him right there.

"And you were lithe and handsome. You knelt there and pushed your strength into the pentagram so we could complete the ritual," Remus said, putting his hand on Harry's bare lower thigh, squeezing gently. He smirked a bit as Harry jumped at the contact and the sensation of lust that went with it. Remus cast Tempus and noticed that it had gotten much later than he thought while they had been talking. "We should go to sleep if we want to start our search in the morning. Maybe we will see another piece of the ritual if there are any more," Remus said, laying down on the bed and gesturing again that Harry should join him.

"Goodnight Remus, and thank you again for everything today," Harry said quietly as he curled himself up in Remus' arms again and started to drift to sleep. "I love you Moony," Harry mumbled.

"I love you too, Harry," Remus said, combing his fingers through Harry's hair and wrapping his other arm more tightly around the young man.
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