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Mediocrity	By : Redkenja Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 40273 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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WARNING: MENTIONS OF RAPE

Before going their separate rooms, the trio agreed to meet at half past six for dinner in the pub that night. Fortunately, the much-needed visit to Madam Malkin's reminded Remus and Sirius of their need for other personal items and quick stop at another nearby shop remedied that. Now each man had his own room with the necessary bathing and grooming supplies.

For Remus and Harry, the time to freshen up in was far too long. Both of them really only needed a quarter of that to shower and dress. Sirius on the other hand, he would probably want more than that. Before he was sent to Azkaban, the man normally took two hours to ready for a simple dinner. He preferred to primp and preen in front of the mirror, but now after his stint in prison who knows what he would need to feel clean again.

Both Harry and Remus made their way down to the pub after an hour. Neither could stand to stay alone after the day's revelations. To their surprise, seated in a booth at the back of the pub was Sirius. A shower had done the man wonders in appearance. His hair shone and his skin glowed in the candle light. Despite his emaciated appearance, he looked lighter, happier.

"Sirius, done already?" questioned Remus.

The other man looked away.

"I couldn't," he stopped. "I couldn't stand to be in front of the mirror."

"Of course, perfectly understandable," Remus said softly. "Now, who wants ice cream?"

That did the trick immediately. Sirius was grinning once more as he flagged down Tom. The rest of the night was spent laughing and sharing stories about various times spent at Hogwarts. For Harry, they were the only stories he wanted to share with the men. He did not want them to know about the Dursleys, especially because tonight was supposed to be happy. The men kept to Hogwarts as well, for no other time was happier for them. Besides, that would allow Harry to learn about his parents sooner rather than later.

The evening passed on with cautious joy. When the clock struck eight, it was mutually agreed that the night was over. Despite their desire to continue, all three knew that the next day was going to be exhausting. Besides that, Sirius was clearly lagging. The poor man had yet to begin his recovery from Azkaban and his escape. It was hard for Harry and Remus not to laugh as Sirius' eyes drooped and he began to nod off, only to jerk back into awareness only seconds later.

Before bidding each other goodnight, the two men led Harry into his room.

"Pup, there is something you need to know," started Sirius. "It isn't widely spread but on a magical child's thirteenth birthday their magic fluctuates. If they have something in their blood, something non-human like faerie or vampire for example, and it is strong enough, they come into their inheritance. Now the Potters have one particular creature in their blood that I think you will inherit."

"James didn't change, but his father did," picked up Remus. "You will be able to tell in the morning, but other than that, it is a slow change. Any questions pup?"

Wide eyed, Harry just had one question.

"What will I be?" he asked.

The men looked at each other and it was Sirius who answered.

"A Wolsren Harry, but enough of this for now, no use getting yourself into a tizzy over something that might not be."

With that Sirius muttered a few spell to clean Harry up and change his clothes into acceptable pajamas. A charm had the bed covers fold over so he could tuck Harry in.

"Now sleep, there is a lot going to tomorrow but there will still be plenty of time to discuss what may or may not have happened."

Sirius swooped in to give a quick peck to Harry's forehead before standing up and letting Remus wish Harry a good night.

They left, slowly walking out into the hall as their rooms were separated from Harry, being further down the hall. Once they closed the door to his room, a change overtook the two. Becoming alert and hardened, they went into Remus' room.

"Remmy," Sirius' voice cracked.

"I know Sirius, Moony saw a great deal today," the man attempted to comfort his friend.

"That's right; the full moon is next week. You have a plan?" It was not really a question, Remus always had a plan. He probably already had a plan for his recovery and one to help Harry.

"Don't I always?" he teased.

"Then would you care to share them?" Sirius teased back with a small smile on his face.

"Them?"

Sirius gave a huff.

"I know you already have plans for the moon and for dealing with both Harry and myself," the man crossed his arms in slight annoyance. No one would be keeping information from him again, especially about Harry.

"Of course Sirius," Remus soothed. He gave a short pause to gather his words.

"I am to be the new Defense professor at Hogwarts, part of the agreement with the Board of Governors was for Hogwarts to supply me with the Wolfsbane potion and a secure room for as long as I am employed there. Snape brews the potion for me and I am given a room in one of the unused towers so that I am far away from others and less likely to be found."

Remus could see how his words affected his friend. After learning about Dumbledore, the man was reticent to trust the elder wizard. The fact that such a dangerous situation was to be under the man's control made Sirius nervous. Before today, the same could have been said of Remus. Who knows what "accident" might happen during the year. Unfortunately, the contract was binding and Remus could quit only at the end of the year.

"And us?" Sirius diverted the subject. There was nothing to be done about Remus' precarious position. Later, they would have to discuss it further but it could wait, there were more pressing issues.

"Once we get to the Ministry, the first thing we need to do is have Harry's guardianship transferred to you. After that, any other issues there should be dealt with quickly. Then we will go to a friend of mine."

"A friend?" Sirius perked up at that. It made him feel a tad better knowing Remus had not been completely alone all these years.

"I thought about Mungo's but I think it would only traumatize Harry. My friend is very discrete and if Harry is a Wolsren, she can help. Besides I think you'll like her Sirius," said Remus in reply. "She's a good person and good at what she does. Gwendolyn is a healer, she and a few others from her pack help the non-humans this society hates. And I don't trust St. Mungos with Harry's possible inheritance, you know how rare and useful Wolsren parts are."

"She is not human," was all Sirius said.

"No, she isn't."

"Very well," Sirius sighed. "I doesn't bother me but I demand that she see to Harry first!"

"Sirius, no!" It tore Remus. Half of him agreed but at the same time, the boy was not in the immediate danger that Sirius was. The man had escaped Azkaban of all places after spending nearly thirteen years behind it's walls.

"I won't hear otherwise Moony!" Sirius growled.

"You will do as I say Sirius Black!" The force of the other man's voice stunned Sirius.

"Padfoot," the soft word was a startling contrast. "Your health is in a far more dangerous state at this point. Moony and I don't like that nor the idea of not having Harry seen to right away. We can all agree that something is wrong with him. However, he has been in the Alley for a while already. Harry doesn't seem to be in pain and Tom says he has been happy during the few days he's been here. Besides this way Harry won't be frightened by Gwen."

The room was silent as both men took in each other.

"Fine Moony, you win," Sirius turned to look away.

"Don't think of it like that, it is not a win until we are all happy and healthy. Besides, you are going to make Harry feel better. If it is as bad as I think, he won't like nor understand what we are doing," Remus cajoled. Sometimes his friend was too narrow-sighted. There was always a reason, usually several, behind his actions and Sirius should know that after all the pranks they pulled in school.

Sirius just grumbled.

"So that is your plan for myself and Harry, what about after that?"

"We need to wait to see what Gwen says. In most possible situations, we find a permanent place to stay and recover. When Hogwarts starts again, Harry and I go there." Here Sirius erupted into a flurry of motion.

"What! You can't leave me, I won't let you!"

"Sirius!" Quickly Remus gave his friend a hug. "No matter what we do, you need time to recover besides, you can work on making a real home for Harry. And think about Yule!"

Now it was Sirius Black's turn to be divided. On one hand, he didn't want to leave his family, risking the small chance of losing them again but Harry needed a home. Sure they had a month until school began. But that was not nearly enough time to make one of the Black properties comfortable much less hospitable.

"Fine, but you let me do what I want, no saying I am going too far," was the terse reply.

"Of course Padfoot. But please, ask for our thoughts before you decide, at least in regards to our own rooms, I doubt Harry wants a Gryffindor red room. Did you see the colors he chose for his robes?"

"Of course I saw! Besides, I plan to include the two of you in the designing process, I was more referring to Yule. I want lots of decorations and traditions!"

A glance at each other brought wide smiles, at least until they turned into yawns.

"Time for bed I think," Remus stood and stretched. "Will you be alright alone?"

"I have to be," Sirius couldn't look at his friend. "I-"

He stopped. Remus moved in front of him. With a strong look and a gentle embrace, he led the other to his room. Once there, with a flick of his wand, Sirius was in his bedclothes and being tucked in.

"I know, but now isn't the time. Maybe at Yule."

With that, he left and the candles dimmed. It didn't take long for Sirius to fall asleep, a tiny smile on his lips at the feel of an alarm spell being placed on him. Now Remus would know if he had a nightmare or became ill during the night. Despite being for young children, it brought a small comfort to him instead of annoyance.

Remus was also quick to bed after quietly checking on Harry. Once again he placed the spell on his special person. It was good to be in a pack again and he would do anything, damn the laws and the wizards, to make sure they stayed together.

The good fortunes of the day carried through the night. Not one of the three stirred from unpleasant dreams, waking only when the birds began to chirp in the morning. In fact, it was such a perfect morning that Harry could not force himself to move. During the night, the thick blankets had settled around his body while the mattress cradled him. Harry didn't even feel any needs just yet, his bladder and stomach sensing the perfect conditions to remain in a doze and agreeing a little more sleep sounded wonderful.

It wasn't until he heard the click of the door and the sounds of whispering that Harry could finally gather the willpower to move. There, standing in the doorway, were Remus and Sirius smiling.

"Good night Pup?" asked Sirius as he strode forward. He sat on the edge of Harry's bed, placing his hand on the boy's sleep mussed hair, giving it a good ruffle.

"Yes sir," he yawned.

"None of that now! I am no respectable person," attempting to look irritated and failing, Sirius tapped the end of Harry's nose causing his eyes to widen before the gems turned their gaze to the older man.

"Ack, even worse. Remus, help!" Chuckling, he ran to hide behind his friend. "He has the dreaded puppy eyes turned on!"

Rolling his eyes, the other man moved about the room as he gathered what Harry would need for the day.

"Sirius, clearly you are inferior when it comes to young gentlemen. If you'll allow me," he turned, still grinning, to Harry. "Harry, if you could please ready for the day instead of torturing Sirius."

Harry didn't know what to make of the two as he silently took his things to the attached bathroom. It only took him fifteen minutes to shower, brush his teeth, and dress. He hesitated at opening the door, he had another one of his feelings. One that meant he wasn't going to like something today.

"Pup, are you alright?" It was Remus.

Steeling himself, Harry opened the door and was hit with a wall of smells that made his stomach growl. Apparently the men had Tom deliver a breakfast spread to his room instead of the trio eating downstairs. There was a platter of pastries, another of fruit and three pitchers. One each for coffee, water, and milk.

"We didn't know what you like and Sirius shouldn't be eating heavily, so…" Remus tugged at a lock of hair. While he was perfect dealing with children, this was the son of his best friends. A boy he hadn't seen for over a decade and one he knew was abused.

"That is fine, I don't like to eat h-heavy either," Harry stumbled only a little. A good night's sleep had left him feeling much stronger than the previous day so he was able to maintain his act far easier.

"I will remember that. What would you like?"

The next five minutes passed in a whirlwind. Sirius had stayed quiet up until Harry began selecting his food. The man kept pointing to different things and telling Harry how good he remembered they were. Surprisingly the man had a story related to everything Tom had given them. As Harry ate, the two kept an eye on how much he consumed and what he chose. The boy didn't touch the pastries but he did eat half of the small bowl of raspberries, several strawberries, and a few slices of a white peach. Harry's eyes slowly brightened and became wider the more he ate. Once finished, he continued to eye the fruits, especially the raspberries.

Remus didn't like what he saw. Clearly Harry was uncomfortable with that small amount of food he had eaten, like it had been too much, and the way the boy eyed the rest as if he almost desperately wanted to continue eating, damning the pain that was most likely in his stomach. Standing he excused himself and popped into his room for a few minutes. Upon his return, he began to hem and haw visibly over the fruit.

"Harry, what do you think we should take with us? Who knows how long we might be at the Ministry," catching the eyes of his best friend, he gave him a look. Satisfied that Sirius understood his plan, he picked as several different fruits. Some he brought closer to his eyes to "examine" while others were tapped and passed.

"Apples?" Harry cautiously suggested. "They won't ruin as easy."

"True, and Honeycrisp are Sirius' favorite," he said as he plucked three of the aforementioned apples and placed them aside. "What else?"

"Ooh! The white peaches Remmy, the white peaches! You love those," Sirius grinned and tossed the bowl of sliced peaches at his friend.

"Sirius, careful! How about blueberries," at the mention of blueberries, Harry wrinkled his nose. Remus looked at him, "Do you not like them Harry?"

"They are alright I s'pose," was the quiet reply.

"Well what do you like?" he prodded.

"Raspberries?"

"Is that a question or an answer," Remus sternly yet gentle.

"An answer."

"Is there anything else? I saw you eat strawberries earlier."

"But won't they spoil and bruise?" Ah, Remus had discovered part of the problem. If he were a betting man, he would guess that Harry would hoard food if he could. Another glance at Sirius told him how much his friend wanted to join in the conversation but they both knew Remus would be more successful in helping Harry. Sirius was too childish and hurt to be a help right now.

"They won't," Remus said. "When I was with the muggles not too long ago, I found these interesting little pouches."

Here he pulled out several brightly colored cloth bags. They looked very similar to a square envelope, only the flap was sealed with a strip of Velcro.

"With a bit of magic," here he placed the strawberries and raspberries into one of the medium sized pouches before closing and tapping the bag. It shivered and shrunk to the size of Harry's card from Gringotts.

"There," he said. "Now the fruit will remain chilled and the pouch will remain firm so they won't be squished. Anything else? We will be out all day today."

Pears, grapes, melons, and mangos soon had places in the pouches. Many fruits had to be asked about and nibbled before they were discarded. With the selection, Remus felt they had enough to keep Harry full and occupied throughout the day until they could get proper meals into him.

"There!" he smiled. "Now one last trip to the loo and off we go to the Ministry."

"Say Remus," questioned Sirius after the trio had voided their systems. "Are we going to meet that friend of yours later? Gwen right?"

"Yes, why?" Remus was confused as to why Gwen was brought up. He didn't want Harry to fret over meeting her.

"Well, I feel well enough to deal with the Ministry, have to really. But I am not feeling so great," here Sirius rubbed his tummy. "How about you Harry, feeling good? I would hate for you to be hurting, then we won't be able to play or-"

Sirius gasped wide-eyed. "We won't be able to make our home! It's going to be lots of hard work with the place I have in mind, but if any of us hurt then…"

He trailed off.

'Ah,' thought Remus. 'So that is what he is up to.'

"Yes, Gwen. I sent her a letter earlier this morning. She wanted to check me out before next week as I will be too busy preparing for Hogwarts. She's a bit worried over some recent developments. She's good, Gwen, absolutely delightful. You'll like her. She is mothering and careful, and she won't tell a soul about you seeing her."

"That is good. I've been thinking over breakfast, it's why I didn't speak much but," Sirius paused. Harry was listening intently, worried for the new adults in his life yet mildly curious as well.

"I haven't been eating much obviously, even with all of this! You know this is food I love," he gestured to the empty bowls and plates. "And, I hurt. Bone deep too. They creak worse than an old door!"

There was a tap at Harry's window. It wasn't an owl he recognized, but one Remus did.

"That must be from her. Probably been up longer than us," said Remus as he let the owl in. He fed it a few scraps and some water as he read the letter.

"Good," he mumbled. He took a muggle pen from a pocket in his robes and wrote several lines in reply on the back of the parchment. Tying it to the owl, he took it back to the window and let it take off.

"She has cleared her schedule and will see us as soon as we can get to her. Her pack has invited us to dinner too."

"Pack?" That word caught Harry's attention. Remus shuffled a little before steeling himself.

"I think you are mature enough but, well…I-I am a," he stopped. It was hard to admit to what amounted to be a stranger about his lycanthropy. He had no idea how Harry felt about werewolves or even creatures in general. Hopefully it wouldn't scare him away.

"Werewolf," the boy simply stated. He wasn't even looking at Remus. Harry's eyes were on the floor once more.

"How…" Sirius asked apathetically. Like Remus, he was stunned.

"Well, I read about them in OOW and," Harry swallowed heavily. "You gripped the table hard yesterday, broke it even. Your face also gave you away when you bared your teeth at Professor Dumbledore. I was close enough to see your canine's sharpen and become longer, though the rest got sharper too. And I also saw your eyes change from amber to yellow."

"Good observation skills, they will serve you well later," Remus said absently.

Harry noticed how still and vacant the man was. He slowly moved to stand in front of him.

"It's fine. Sirius and my p-parents wouldn't be your friends or trust you with me if they thought you dangerous," Harry spoke solemnly. He brought his had up and brushed his against Remus'. The boy dearly wanted to touch Remus, to hug him and let him know it was alright. It was something that Harry longed for many a time and now when another needed it, he couldn't. However, that was fine with Remus. He shut his eyes briefly before slowly getting to his knees. Even though Remus was a werewolf, he wasn't very tall, reaching only 5'8". Yet kneeling before Harry, who was ramrod straight, he was still a few inches taller than the boy.

"Thank you Harry James Potter," slowly he moved to hug the unresponsive boy. "If only more were like you."

Just as slowly, Remus released Harry and stood once more. After a few seconds of silence, Sirius shifted and cleared his throat.

"We should get going. The Ministry will take a while even though it is Saturday. You weren't the only one getting letters this morning. Fudge himself will see us as soon as we arrive. Apparently he has had several departments running around all night."

With that, the trio left the room and went to the back of the Pub where a fireplace stood. After a quick explanation of what to say, Remus left first to catch Harry when he flew out of the Ministry fireplace and steady his friend who had a deathly pallor visible on the small amount of skin Remus could see. A few moments rest and a few pieces of fruit restored the two enough that they could trek on.

Leaving the Floo room, all three were met with a stampede of people. Witches and wizards from Ministry employees to reporters from the various magical publications were calling for their attention. The special edition of the Daily Prophet from the night before and even the morning's paper had many in an uproar. It wasn't until a team of Aurors showed up that the crowd quieted.

"Listen here folks," demanded the tallest, a black man. "Please direct your questions to the Public Affairs office, they will be in close contact with these gentlemen, but for now they have an appointment with the Minister. Excuse us."

With that he and the other three Aurors surrounded Harry, Remus, and Sirius to lead them away from the commotion, shouldering and threatening to clear the way.

"Thank you Shacklebolt," said Sirius. "I remember you, a few years behind me in Gryffindor. Liking the Corps?"

"Indeed, it is a fulfilling job," was all the man said before ignoring them.

It took about five minutes to reach Fudge's office. A lift had been cleared just for them, along with the hallways from the lift to the office. Said office was lavishly yet neatly decorated. Filled with dark woods and dressed in purples and golds, the large office was actually welcoming. The décor wasn't impersonal but did indicate that it's owner was important. At a large cherry wood desk sat Cornelius Fudge, the English Minister of Magic. His desk was neat, clear except for a hefty stack of documents and some personal trinkets. On each corner was a black try, one labeled "In" and the other labeled "Out." Both were empty. In front stood three plush chairs that were also made of cherry wood, and covered in a deep purple cloth with gold trim.

"Gentlemen, please, have a seat!" Fudge gestured to the chairs. The men sat in the outer chairs, leaving Harry to sit in the middle. The boy took this chance to give a thorough glance around the office.

"Is that a new picture sir?" he asked, pointing to a gold frame hanging next to a tall bookshelf.

"Yes it is Harry, the latest portrait of the family. It was made not too long after your last visit."

"Then your niece had her baby?"

"A strapping little boy they named after me!" The man crowed, pleased with not only the growth in his family but in his namesake as well.

"Is he and the mother doing well?"

The social niceties continued on for a few minutes more. It was a strange sight to see, one that has Remus adding more questions to the already long list he had for Harry. The boy just kept surprising him. Remus knew without a doubt that the young boy had been abused, most likely quite severe, yet he had the ability to put on an act that fooled many. He was able to act in such a way that both drew in attention yet deflected it at the same time. Harry was able play almost anyone. It would be hard to fool a non-human as the scent he gave of was dominated by the bitterness of intense fear.

Fudge cleared his throat bringing Remus' thoughts back to the present situation at hand.

"Alas, as much as I would like to continue our chat, we have business to attend to. First, I would like to address the false imprisonment of one Lord Sirius Black. Since the will reading yesterday afternoon I have had many departments here in the ministry working through the night to find as much information as possible about the dealings regarding this case. A committee has been formed that will review all cases of that era to confirm that the judgment was just. Your case has been expedited and found that there were no measures taken to discern guilt. Due to this and recent evidence, Lord Black, it has been determined that you were falsely imprisoned and will thus be compensated with an as of now undetermined amount of money as well as a public apology. Any measures taken to repair damaged caused from this situation will be paid for by the ministry. The complete details are in this folder."

Here Fudge slid a large folder bursting with parchment towards Sirius who did not even peak into it. He merely tapped it with his wand, binding and shrinking it to the size of a small pocket book and placing it within his robes.

"Here is the official document releasing you from Azkaban."

This document was given more care by both parties and this time is wasn't shrunk, but instead rolled and tied by an ornate ribbon after Sirius read through it thoroughly.

"Very well, expect further missives on this matter at a later time. Thank you for your prompt attention."

"Of course, we cannot stand for such injustice. Now onto other pressing matters, unfortunately until a professional and accredited healer declares you fit Lord Black, you cannot care for Mister Potter. Instead that duty will go to Mister Lupin, and are you capable and prepared to take care of young Mister Potter?"

"Yes, I am," Remus stated evenly. "I will be staying with Lord Black for the foreseeable future, helping both him and Harry as they heal. I am also to be employed at Hogwarts for the next year. Unfortunately I do not think that I will stay passed this year as there are now other things that require my attention due to this new situation. We also already have plans for recovery as well as how to deal with my lycanthropy"

It wasn't a secret that Remus was a werewolf. At least, not to anyone at this meeting and anyone who was privy to the details of this meeting.

"Very well, I need all three of you to sign this," here Minister Fudge passed a single document to the trio. "This document just states that Mister Lupin will care for Mister Potter until Lord Black is fit for the duty. Unfortunately this is all we can do for now, but all of these issues will be pursued until all harmed parties are satisfied. However, we would like to document…"

The rest of the day passed in this manner until late afternoon. Cornelius Fudge was impressed with both of the men as they were able to continue business while keeping Harry well fed and focused. He could tell that both the young boy and Sirius Black wanted nothing more than to leave and rest. They looked exhausted and ill. It was almost half past three when he finally called it a day. No one in that room could stand to go much longer.

"May we reschedule to continue at another time? I am afraid we will be unable to get anywhere else today," said Fudge tiredly.

"I doubt that we will be able to until winter break at Hogwarts. However, that should be more than enough time for all of us to get information and plan our next moves," said Sirius solemnly.

"Yes we really must be leaving, I have a friend who has agreed to see us today. If we may leave Minister?" asked Remus politely.

"Of course, it was good to clear the records today gentlemen. Harry, I look forward to your next letter!" beamed the Minister.

After another round of polite goodbyes, the trio left. They didn't speak again until they found an empty hall within the apparating wing. Far too many people were lingering in the halls, more than what would usually be present on a Saturday. In fact, they didn't want speak until they made it back to Harry's room in the pub and several privacy spells were put up. Unfortunately they couldn't go back just yet.

"I believe that was the most productive meeting I have ever had with the ministry," stated Sirius abruptly. This simple statement caused smiles to crack on everyone's face.

"Indeed it was Sirius. Now as much as I would like us to eat a proper meal, I believe that we should head to Gwen's clinic. She might not want our stomachs full when she examines us. Are we ready?" asked the tired man. A productive day it might have been, but exhausting nonetheless.

"D-do we have to see her t-today?" mumbled the now visibly nervous twelve year old. The two men shared a look.

"We do Harry," Sirius ran his hand through the messy black hair on the boy's head. "The more time I have to rest, the more I can feel how messed up I am. And Harry…"

He paused to kneel in front of the small child. Placing his hands firmly on Harry's shoulder and failing to hide the wince at the wrongness he felt from the bones, Sirius squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. When he opened them, he looked determined. He knew that they couldn't leave Harry unprepared for Gwendolyn's examination. That could destroy what trust he had for both himself and Remus.

"Harry, she is going to examine me thoroughly and then she will do the same to you."

Harry blanched. He wanted to run, to tear away from Sirius' tight grip and not look back.

It was a good thing that Sirius had a hold on the boy. Despite the long day and the little bit of food Harry had swallowed throughout the day, he was primed to take off as soon as he was able. It was easy to see in the way he paled and the sharp jerk.

"Please, listen to me cub!" He brought one hand to Harry's face, forcing the boy to look into his eyes. The pleading must have been enough, for Harry looked directly at the other man, black and green focused on nothing else. Both were ignoring Remus, though it wasn't as if he knew what to do. All those years wandering left little time for interaction with others, especially children, so he was more than a little lost. He needed time to plan what he was going to say.

"My little pup, I saw your birth, I saw you grow for a year and a half. Please, believe me when I say that this is the best thing to do right now. The marks on your body aren't right, they shouldn't be there. The bones I feel right now just plain wrong, I shouldn't even be able to feel them! Yet I do and even I can tell they are warped. Please, puppy, just please?"

No one said anything. It was as if they were in their own little bubble. Not even the rest of the world disturbed them now. A stroke of fortune had been bestowed upon the trio and the empty hall they were in remained abandoned except for them, though the dull roar of ministry work teased their senses reminding them of where they were.

"W-will you s-still w-want m-me?" Harry wanted to believe badly that Sirius and Remus cared for him. But the fear of what this Gwen person would find, that she and the others would see what a freak he was, it was almost overwhelming. Harry was teetering on a fine line between breaking down and shutting down. He felt that either way they wouldn't want him. It was a horrible conclusion but what else could he think? Either Gwen revealed it or they would find out later after the disappointment of him not agreeing to their plan. At least this way Harry wouldn't have too big an attachment to have ripped away.

"Of course Pup!" Both men shouted.

"There is nothing you could do that would make us leave you!" This time Remus nudged Sirius aside to kneel in front of Harry. His voiced cracked as he spoke. The resigned and unbelieving look on the boy was too much for either to handle. Sirius gently pulled the boy into a warm and strong hug as Remus pulled them both into a tight grip. They remained that way for a few minutes, each soaking in the tentative love they all so desperately wanted to give and receive.

"Are we ready? Gwen must be worried and I don't want the two of you going without a proper meal for too much longer," whispered Remus, eyes sharp and colored an intense yellow.

"Yes," Harry whispered.

"Then hold tight." It was all the warning Harry and Sirius got.

There was a squeezing feeling, similar to what Harry felt when his aunt's good vacuum cleaner got stuck to his body. Only it was far more intense. It felt like someone had taken hold of his hands and feet to stretch him, compressing his body uncomfortably. He was alone too. Remus and Sirius weren't there. Wind was whipping past him, colors spinning by. It was sickening.

The landing was jarred Harry. After what felt like an eternity, he was with Sirius and Remus once more but they weren't in the empty hallway anymore. Instead it was a dimly lit and poorly cared for street. A nearby sign stated that this was Knockturn Alley. Not even two seconds after reading that, Harry was on his hands and knees as his stomach rebelled. Bile was all he had to spit up. It burned his throat and made the spinning headache he had worse.

"Calm little pup, just breath slow and deep now," crooned a soothing voice. It was Sirius. The man gently rubbed his back, the giant hand a warm comfort.

"Here, drink some water."

A small flask was pressed to his lips by Remus, the cool water cleared Harry's mouth and eased the intense ache behind his eyes. Five minutes passed before the boy could sit upright unaided. In that time, both of the older men had growled and glared away a few of the nosier denizens from the alley. Eventually Remus just scooped him up, cradling him close to his hot body. The higher temperature that werewolves naturally ran at quickly warmed Harry, soothing the rest of his headache away. The chest he was pressed against rumbled.

"Better cub?"

"Yes, was that apparition?"

"Yes. I should have explained it to you, forgive me cub."

"It's alright, I-I don't think I am capable of understanding right now. It would not have made a difference, though I am curious how you did that inside of the ministry."

"That is an explanation for another time, but still Harry, Remus should have explained. We both needed more warning, but enough of that. We need to see Gwen now," Sirius said with a heavy look at his best friend.

"Right, follow me Padfoot. Her clinic is right over here."

Still cradling Harry, Remus led them to a rather slim and dull building sandwiched between a questionable potion shop and another whose wares were unidentifiable. Like many of the buildings in the alley, the clinic was in severe disrepair. The windows were grimy and cracked, though one clearly had something thrown through it while another was completely boarded up. On the ground lay glass, shingles, and wood from the roof and the exterior walls. Garbage lined the small spaces on either side of the clinic, some spots piled higher than Harry was tall. Even the door was cracked and hanging crooked. A small brass knocker was all that adorned the door, barely kept in place with a single screw.

As the trio stepped in front of the door, it opened to reveal darkness. Not even Remus could the body that invited them in it was so dark. Not hesitating for a second, Remus walked in with Sirius trailing behind as alert as the tired man was able. The door snapped shut.

Instantly candles lit up as an older woman who was almost as tall as Sirius at 6'5", approached them swiftly. The now bright hallway was narrow and long. About halfway down, doors of various kinds lined the rest of the hall that clashed with the dark red of the walls.

"Remus!" she exclaimed. Wrinkles creased the edges of her green eyes and mouth while the rest of her golden skin was baby smooth. Her black hair was pulled into a low braid that brushed her lower back. Dressed in a flowing grey skirt, low black heels, and a black peasant's shirt, the woman had a matronly feel.

"Nanna, so good to see you, this is my best friend Sirius and his godson Harry. Is Gwendolyn ready?" As much as the man would have preferred to rush by in search of his healer friend, he knew how hard Nanna could hit him with a wooden spoon.

"Remus, introduce us properly young man. I can still turn you over my knee!" Nanna growled.

"Yes Nanna," he said gently standing Harry upon the boy's own two feet. "Nanna, this is Heir Hadrian James Potter, godson of Lord Sirius Orion Black, my best friend. Gentlemen, this is Madam Eleni Bryn, Grandmother to the Hyperion Pack."

"Sweet young ones, as guests of Gwendolyn, you may call me Nanna," she smiled warmly. "Now, Gwen is expecting all of you. And if I may, she certainly is needed!"

Nanna moved to pick Harry up but the boy quickly slipped behind Remus to grip Sirius' leg. It was plain to see, the young boy was becoming very stressed.

"Com'ere Harry," rumbled Sirius comfortingly.

"Sirius-" Remus stressed as he tried to take Harry from the man. There was no way it was safe for either if Sirius insisted on carrying the young boy.

"I'll be fine, let's go already," he murmured.

"Very well then," said Nanna in a reserved voice. Remus knew it hurt her to have a child weary of her for any reason, especially one that looked as lost as Harry.

She walked quickly but lightly down the hall, opening a bright teal door with a silver knob. Remus had Sirius walk in front of him as it would be easier and faster for him to react should the man buckle. Slowly they walked to the end of the hall where Nanna waited. Passing through the door, Remus grasped his friend's shoulder where the tiny hand of the boy who brought them together lay.

The room was lit far brighter than the hallway and it was covered in warm browns and golds to help soothe uneasy patients. It was also spacious, filled only with an examination bed, a rolling service tray, a couch, and a low coffee table. Cabinets lined the walls that would have been imperceptible if it wasn't for their brass handles, they stood at a height comfortable for someone nearly six feet tall. A door stood adjacent to the one that had let the trio and Nanna in.

A light knock reverberated from that door before it opened to reveal a woman who was a replica of Nanna except for her icy blue eyes and younger body. Even her clothes matched, though her were cheerier with the white peasants shirt and lavender skirt.

"I am Gwendolyn Bryn. For the unfortunate circumstances that we come together, it is a pleasure to meet the Lupin Pack," she curtsied lowly. "Now, let us not waste time and begin. Who will go first?"

"I will," said Sirius as he handed Harry off to Remus. The little boy didn't want to let go of Sirius. In fact, he wanted to leave and go back to the Cauldron. He was very near his limit, displayed by the shine to his eyes and Harry's silence.

"Of course Lord Black," smiled Gwen as she patted the bed. "If would you please take a seat here, I will begin with an overall examination spell and then move to a physical external exam."

"Call me Sirius, I hate Lord Black. My father was the worst," grumbled Sirius as he moved.

Gwen and Nanna chuckled.

"Very well. Do you have any magical objects or magic currently on you? This includes your wand, any jewelry, and glamours. They interfere with my spell work, best not to miss something because of a bauble," she explained, taking out her wand.

It took a few moments for Sirius to remove the items in question. A flick of Gwen's wand revealed no active magic, whether a spell, curse, or potion, on the man.

"Alright, you might feel a tickle starting from your toes and moving up to your head. That is just the spell doing it's work," another, more complicated flick had a green halo start from Sirius' toes. It slowly moved up the man as a large roll of parchment appeared on the bed next to him. Clear black writing flitted across it, detailing any injuries the spell detected.

"What exactly is the spell doing Gwen?" asked Remus. He could see how Harry was apprehensive. The halo was almost at Sirius' knees yet the writing on the parchment had taken up enough room it to drape halfway down to the floor. Though the question was to sate his own curiosity as well.

"This is a very thorough spell," began Nanna. "It will list every injury the recipient has ever had, detailing when, the severity, it's repercussions, as well as who most likely caused the injury."

Both Harry and Sirius lost their color, but neither moved. Sirius, because he knew it was necessary to get his godson the help he needed and to get the help that he needed, as reluctant as he was to have his history displayed. Harry remained only because of the tight grip Remus had on him, he wanted to run away, to escape what he had been trying to hide from the two men.

Gwen, noticing their reactions and the length of the paper, tapped the written parchment. Next to it, another roll appeared, this time the writing was in red and far less of it covered the thick paper.

"With this second spell, only the injuries that are treatable without extensive measures being taken or are life-threatening appear so that they can be addressed sooner rather than later after I have read the extended report. Sirius," Gwen paused and gave the man a hard stare.

"May I read some of this out loud?"

"Yes," he said quietly. She knew, they all did except for Harry. They all knew why the parchment was so long. By reading some of the injuries, it would create more trust between her and Harry. It would also set an example for the boy that he should not fear his examination and that Sirius could understand him. As Gwen began to read, the halo reached Sirius' waist. Now both parchments were frantically unrolling and the spells filled them. Gwen paid them no attention, she had another feeling as to why and she prayed, as futile as it was, that she was wrong.

"Age four: soles of both feet whipped, caused welts and bleeding. They would have made walking extremely painful for at least a month as they healed. Most likely done by an adult female. Also age four…" Gwen read a large range of injuries from a stubbed toe to whippings and the removal of toenails. The injuries started when Sirius was four and continued up until the man met Harry and Remus yesterday. Gwen continued to skim over the list, picking out various injuries to see how Harry would react. The boy, after the first minute, had gained a look of acceptance. It wasn't until she said one in particular that Harry gave a small reaction.

"Ages fifteen to thirty…rape," she said, swallowing back the bile at Harry's averted gaze and the flinch from Sirius.

"Fifteen to thirty?" Remus choked.

"Mother-dearest felt that I would straighten up after learning how the whores in Knockturn lived when I returned after Fifth Year. As you know," Sirius took a deep, fortifying breath. "I lived with James and his family after that. Then it stopped until I got sent to Azkaban. The others, the guards, it didn't matter, they all had me."

Silence reigned.

"Hug?" asked Harry in a tiny voice. He could hear the tremble, the breaking in his godfather's voice. He could hear the longing and the pain. He could hear the fear in his godfather's voice. And Harry knew, that when he too got that way, all he wanted was for one person to care for him, to give him some sort of affection. So he offered this man, who he barely knew, what he himself always craved and still craved.

"There would be nothing more I could want if I got a hug from you my pup, but we should at least wait until the spell is finished ok?" smiled Sirius. His grin was so wide, so genuine that he looked young again. It made Remus hurt, thinking about the man's unfair imprisonment and his lack of faith in his best friend.

"It is almost done," murmured Gwen. The halo was finishing Sirius' shoulders, almost at his neck. By this time, the original parchment was curling up on the floor as the second was almost at one foot in length and being studied intensely by Gwen. She began a quiet conversation with Nanna as a small, floating piece of parchment and a short black quill took notes. It was very similar to what the blond woman had done the other day when Sirius confronted Dumbledore and the public. Nanna left, taking the rolling cart with her.

"Sirius," said Gwen, focusing on the man. "When Nanna gets back, she and I-"

"No!" Sirius interrupted. "I only want you and my pack in here, no one else."

"Sirius, I can't fix you alone. We need to fix what we can and get you started on a potions regimen, the sooner the better and I need Nanna to make that happen. Just think, you won't be hurting much longer and soon your body will be good as new."

"I don't care," he growled, looking away. "If you need an assistant, use Remus. I don't want her or anyone else touching me, I don't want you touching me but I can concede to your help and your help alone."

Gwen gave the man a hard look.

"Fine, but she will be right outside the room on stand-by should something go wrong, do you understand?" she demanded just as Nanna returned pushing the rolling cart. It was filled with potions, bowls, and other medical supplies.

"Gwendolyn?" she questioned, staring at Sirius and Gwen.

"Grandmother, you need to wait in the other room. Sirius doesn't want you present," she bit out, still staring at Sirius.

"Very well, come along Harry-" she began to coax the young boy.

"No, he stays. Remus too," said Sirius.

Nanna stood stiffly. She gave each member of the tiny pack a long stare before she left without a word.

A bright green flash at the top of Sirius' head indicated that the spell was complete. From the bottom shelf on the cart, Gwen took out a simple hospital robe.

"Change in to this," she said. "Then sit back down. I am going to first examine each area thoroughly before beginning the healing process."

From that point forward, she was brisk and to the point. Remus wanted to hit her. As helpful as Gwendolyn could be, she sometimes lost sight of her patient's feelings. She was the only grandchild to Eleni Bryn and her late husband Hyperion Bryn. Orphaned young, she was a spoiled girl who truly did care for others. Gwen didn't understand the need for privacy and the comfort that only family could provide. Despite what he felt, Remus held himself back. She did acquiesce to what Sirius wanted and she was helping them.

It took nearly half an hour before Gwen was satisfied with her findings. The only place she hadn't touched were Sirius' nether regions. Instead she began to feed him various potions after explaining what they were. Sirius quietly accepted all of them, drinking them down with only a small grimace.

"You need to lay back Sirius," Gwen said, looking at Harry and Remus. "I am going to check your genitals and anus now. This is where Remus will need to help. Are you sure you want Harry to stay?"

The boy in question stared at his godfather, a silent conversation passing between the two.

"Yes," said Harry. They knew Harry would soon be facing the same.

"Very well, but he has to remain by your head," she said disdainfully. Despite the fact that she did recognize the signs, Gwen didn't want to believe anyone could harm a child in such a way.

"That is fine," was all Harry said. Sirius laid down on the examination bed, Harry perched next to his right shoulder. Gwen tapped the bed twice causing stirrups to appear. After placing a cotton sheet and a thin wool blanket over Sirius, she placed his feet into the stirrups. Remus stood behind her.

"Sirius, you will feel pressure and some stinging, but anything more than that you need to tell me. The potions should make you a little sleepy and numb so you won't hurt, ok?" Gwen stated, checking her instruments.

"Ok."

For the next hour, Gwen and Remus worked to repair and heal the damage done to Sirius. The man didn't make a sound, merely staring into Harry's eyes. Soon after the work began, he brought his right hand up to Harry's tiny hands. Harry never looked anywhere but at his godfather, gently stroking his hand, occasionally straying to pet the man's wild hair. Halfway through, Gwen had to pause in order to allow a potion enough time to be absorbed into Sirius' body. During the pause, she started the revelation spell on Harry after clearing him of magic. The resulting parchments were nearly as long as Sirius' by the time it finished. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending upon you view, the thick paper detailing what was an active problem remained very short at four inches.

Upon reading the contents, Gwen had to look away. Remus snatched the parchment as it fell, quickly skimming it before giving Harry a crushing hug. He didn't have to say anything for Sirius to understand.

It took a few minutes for everyone to gather their wits once more. In that time, Gwen stepped out to speak with her grandmother to obtain more of the necessary supplies. She fed Sirius another pain potion before settling him on the couch.

"The only fortunate thing about this meeting is that we can stop the pain," Gwen said gravely. "Unfortunately much of what has occurred cannot be reversed. Due to your treatment prior to becoming pack with Remus and Sirius, you will never attain your potential build. Your maximum height will be around five and a half feet while your body will remain slim. Because of your starvation, you will always have a difficult time getting the nutrients that you need as well as being able to eat enough. You will most likely find that you are only able to eat small portions and that generally you will not feel hungry until it is painful. Anything too rich may make you ill. This can be reversed to a degree; however, it will take time and patience. "

Gwen was the only one to speak. Harry remained still, already mostly knowing what she spoke of. The two men were quiet simply because they were stunned. It wasn't until she spoke of Harry's rape that they reacted.

"Can he be given Revpuri?" asked Sirius, a hollow look in his eye.

"Why!" Gwen was enraged. Revpuri was a potion that, as it's full name Reversus Puritatem implied, made Harry a "virgin" once more in body and spirit.

"You know why, do not stand there and act mighty Gwendolyn," roared Sirius.

"Even I can tell that he is a creature and a submissive at that! It is well known that subs who have been "sampled" willingly or not have difficulty finding their own mates and acceptance into the new pack. This will remove that stigma as well as create an understanding with potential mates," Remus growled.

Revpuri only worked on those who had been forced and were under the age of maturity, using the negative emotions to return the victim to their "whole" state once more. It was a painful process that left telltale signs on the victim. Their aura would return to it's pure white state, but leave any who experienced it melancholy and achy. The barrier that signified purity in body would return, but thicker and harder to break. For all the science and modernization, nothing could take away the instincts of creatures. It merely allowed them to mask the depravity of those vile individuals and return the ability for the victim to live a more normal life.

"As ass-backwards and cruel the ways of the creatures are, you know he needs this to spare him greater pain in a few years," Sirius said lowly.

"You're not even going to ask Harry?"

"Damn it girl, you are not listening! He is not human, neither are you. We cannot afford to think like them! And I would explain everything to him if you would just give me a chance you stupid girl," seethed Sirius from the couch.

"I'm not human then" Harry's eyes were wide.

"No you aren't human Pup, it was clear this morning when your eyes glowed in contentment during breakfast," Sirius cleared his throat. "Wolsrens are a finicky bunch and because of the history of this species, they demand purity in their submissives. But you have to understand Harry, there is nothing wrong with you, only that vile person who hurt you!"

"What am I?"

"Pup, that is a conversation best left for later." Both men could agree with that. The Wolsren weren't spoken about in an area as Knockturn. It was too dangerous to let others know where a submissive who hadn't yet reached their majority was.

"I need to know!"

The trio looked at the woman who had helped them thus far.

"No you don't Gwendolyn Bryn!" Remus was steaming. This girl thought she could demand information that not even she would willingly give so freely about herself. "You are behaving like a spoiled brat, I expected better from you. We came here for your help, not for you to demean us. I know Gwen, the sweet girl who would help us, not this wretched girl who feels entitled to get what she wants. We are hurting Gwen, get your head out of your ass!"

"Leave Gwen, go to your room," stated Nanna calmly. The old woman had slipped inside the room when she heard the shouting. She was disappointed in her granddaughter and curious as to why she was being so cruel. Gwen and Remus were friends, and had been for over a decade. She-Nanna froze for a second, she knew why. It was obvious now that she thought about it. Her granddaughter wanted Remus and was letting her personal feelings affect her job.

"Let's see here," she said, as if she hadn't just sent Gwen away like a naughty child. "Harry, do you mind if I take the hurt away? We can set Sirius up to sit with you and Remus can help me."

For all the woman had been upset when told to leave, the time spent in the other room allowed her to think about the situation. She knew who Harry was and the gist of the situation as a whole. Nanna also knew when to submit in the name of the patient's comfort.

Harry didn't speak, he didn't give any indication that he heard Nanna in the first place. It was quiet for several minutes before he finally nodded. Quickly, everyone was in motion except for the boy. Remus picked up another gown for Harry, helping him into it. Nanna was transfiguring the couch around Sirius, turning it into a comfortable chair for the man that would allow him to be close to Harry. She levitated both next to the bed. After skimming both lists, Eleni Bryn was ready to tear someone apart but she restrained herself and instead turned to Harry.

"Alright Harry, lay back. What I am going to do now is feel along your body to get a better understanding of what the spell has revealed, ok?" She waited until he acknowledged her. The tiny nod made her heart clench just a little more. Feeling the boy's body, however, damn near made it burst. It was easy to detect the warped bones and other injuries her old hands had felt many times before during her time as the pack healer. She progressed slowly but gently and thoroughly, not wanting to miss anything. As she moved, she explain what she was looking for and what she found to keep Harry calm and the pack informed. When it came time to repair the poor boy, Nanna was near her breaking point.

It was pure luck that Harry was still alive, plain and simple.

Nanna sighed deeply. She carefully stepped back to allow the other two men room to move forward and cuddle the tiny boy. Anxious eyes regarded her, desperate for good news despite the overwhelming evidence to abuse committed.

"With time and proper treatment, Harry will be able to function relatively normal. However, very little can be reversed right now. Most of his injuries will take years to fix but his body will never be as it should."

She had to look away, the tears in Harry's eyes stabbed her in her heart and left a weight in her stomach. Even the barely leashed outrage in Remus' body left her ill.

"Harry, you will never be very tall and you will always have to watch what you eat. Due to the abuse you have suffered, your growth plates are all nearly sealed and the mental trauma will always linger subconsciously. You will not always register that you are hungry or be capable of eating enough to maintain a healthy body."

Harry started to shake and struggle to take in a breath of air.

"There are also blocks on your…"

A soft groan had the adults looking at Harry. He had passed out. Everything that had happened from the end of the school year forward had placed an enormous amount of stress on the young wizard, with the culmination being the revelation of the state of his body. It was too much-far too much-for someone as young as Harry to handle.

It took the adults a few seconds of stunned silence to respond to Harry. Gently, they settled him on the table with a warm, fuzzy blanket. Nanna gestured to a few steps away, indicating she wanted the men to move back. They would be close enough to aid Harry in a flash yet far enough that if they spoke quietly, they could discuss what the boy needed.

Moving slowly, the trio took another minute to gather their composure. A flick of Nana's wand ensured that any noise they made would not disturb Harry.

"What do you mean by blocks?" Sirius said lowly, a dangerous tone in his voice.

"Ones placed to prevent his majority inheritance to happen, though it has obviously failed. If it is left on it could cause harm such as not finding his pack or even bearing children. There are also a few binds on his magic and two spells. Once meant to induce other's to ignore Harry and the second to create a dependent feeling or compulsion to a specific set of individuals."

"Can it be traced?" Although Remus had a good idea who had done this to Harry.

"Yes," was all that Nanna said.

"Let's leave this for later, what we need to discuss now is how to heal Harry."

Nanna inhaled deeply and shut her eyes as she let the air out.

"Right now we fix the pressing injuries. After that, I will need to sit with Gwen and create a regimen of potions that will help with the rest. Everything except for the warped bones and the mental trauma can be helped with a few potions."

"Will Gwen be able to control herself? I don't want her to hurt Harry, intentionally or not," growled Remus.

"If I find her incapable, then she will be obliviated in regards to this meeting. We shifters do not tolerate the harm of a young one."

"Very well, be sure of it. I will not allow any more harm to Harry if I can help it!"

"Of course, now his bones will be the longest physical problem to take care of. We need Harry to get as healthy as possible before we begin to break the warped bones to reset them correctly. This will take around two years to complete if we do two or three of the problem areas at a time. He will need to take some supplements when they are healing so the process will be shorter followed by a two week intermission to allow his body to recover before another round of resetting happens."

"And his mind?" The look in the werewolf's eye told Nanna that Remus was also referring to Sirius. Though she did not yet know the specifics of the other brunette, she knew he had taken mental damage as well.

"It depends, it all depends upon how hard you push and how you handle confronting the issues. Too fast, too hard might ruin your efforts however. Right now let us heal the body, the mind is stable enough for now."

Two heavy sighs were released.

"Very well," said Remus.

Just as the muffling spell was canceled, Harry began to stir. Swiftly moving to his side, the adults gently encouraged him to wake up. Reluctantly the you wizard opened his eyes.

Once more Nanna explained her findings, a little more gently this time, and the rough plan she had to remedy Harry. As gently as she explained, her work was just as soothing when she fed Harry potions. The old shifter made sure to add in a heavier calming drought so that she and Remus could work on Harry's nether regions without paining the boy too much. Sirius rested hear Harry's head, just as the boy did for him.

By the time business was concluded and a small meal picked at, it was nearing midnight and Harry was asleep with Sirius not too far off from joining his pup. Carefully, Remus picked him up.

"Thank you Nanna," he whispered.

"Of course dear. Expect an owl sometime tomorrow detailing my proposed plans for Harry and Sirius as well as their next appointment. That should be on Monday, so keep the afternoon free please."

After a quick kiss to her temple, Remus left the clinic slowly as he guided his best friend. It took nearly an hour to get back to the Leaky Cauldron and to settle Harry and Sirius in their own beds and to cast the same alert spell as Remus had previously. The man was barely able to clean himself up before stumbling to his bed, not even getting under his blankets before passing out.

It couldn't have been two hours, when a loud rattling woke Remus. His wand was buzzing away, the color alerting him the his best friend's distress. Soreness in his joints caused the werewolf to move a little slow but as quickly and quietly as he could, Remus shuffled to the other room.

The scene he walked into was heart breaking. Sirius was tossing and turning, whimpering in pain caused by some foe only he knew. Remus light a few candles to cast gentle lighting in the room

"Padfoot," he called.

"Paddy, time to wake up."

He started to shake the man by starting at his feet so that he would be less at risk of being hit. A few gentle wiggles and a tickle at the other man's feet was all it took. Still moving slowly, Remus sat next to the other man. He was surprised when Sirius sprang forward to hug him. It was shocking for while Sirius was physical, he never freely got that close. The man would grasp arms and shoulders, pat others and ruffle their hair, but never would he hug another near his age or older. At least now Remus knew why.

Before either could speak, Remus silent wand began to buzz once more. Not even bothering to check it, he moved to Harry's room. Sirius followed.

If Remus had thought the site of Sirius moments ago was awful, he couldn't look at Harry. The boy was at scratching himself, his mouth wide in a silent scream. Tendons were clearly pulled tight and the only sound, nearly unheard, was Harry's harsh breathing. Both Remus and Sirius rushed to Harry, one on each side of the boy. Keeping low, they gently woke the child.

The instant Harry woke up, he curled into a tight ball.

"Puppy, can you tell us what you were dreaming about?"

No sound, no movement came from the little ball.

"I had a bad dream too," whispered Sirius. "It was my mother, she was hitting me again, screaming how worthless I was. You don't have to say much if you don't want to."

The ball shivered.

"There was this little ant hill. Dudley had pushed me into it after throwing his ice cream at me. They wouldn't get off, they kept biting me," the boy whispered.

Slowly, Sirius moved to cuddle with the still shivering ball. A small wand movement had the bed enlarging as Remus joined the pile. Gently the two men rubbed and stroked Harry until he laid straight and pressed against Sirius. As they slept, nothing bothered them and for once they were soundly sleeping.

Thanks for reading.

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