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Mediocrity	By : Redkenja Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 40273 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Still looking for a Beta please...

And a great thanks to kyzhart and Alec McDowell for their wonderful and helpful reviews. That being said, if anyone spies a plot hole or inconsistency [or anything wrong really], then please tell me. Thanks.

Also, there is a quick change. Nanna's husband is alive, and named Hyperion Bryn, not Briar.

Three quick raps to the door woke Remus. For once the man was warm and well rested, even his inner wolf was quiet for once. Once again, someone was loudly knocking on the door. Remus closed his eyes and shook his head. After a deep sigh, he felt ready to face the world.

A quick glance around reminded him of what had happened last night, or rather, earlier that morning. Sirius and Harry were still asleep and cuddled up to each other.

More knocking disturbed the sweet scene.

"I'm coming, calm yourself!" Remus hissed. He didn't want the two most important people in his life to be woken up due to such racket.

With a flick of his wand as he crossed the tidy room, Remus changed his nightclothes into robes suited to greet whoever was waking them this early on a Sunday morning.

Opening the door, Remus froze. Tom was the one who had been knocking and it was clear to see why. Delivering their breakfast wouldn't normally have caused the kind old man to become so cross, but after becoming endeared with Harry and learning his story, it was who had followed the man up that caused the irritation. Remus knew that if it were just breakfast, Tom would have left it in front of Harry's door if he hadn't found Remus in his room. He would have left the food in the hall under a stasis spell.

Following Tom was Albus Dumbledore.

Remus couldn't help but scowl.

"Breakfast for you and the Lords, Sir," Tom said tightly.

"Thank you Tom, I apologize if I had caused you any trouble by not being in my room this morning. We had some issues earlier."

Both men were ignoring the third, far older man who was grinning like the loon they knew he was.

"It was no trouble at all, but you do have a…guest."

Remus noted the pause before Tom spoke of his "guest." It was long enough for the other man to give said guest a withering glare.

"I did try to say that you and the lords would not be up for visiting jus yet. I know you prefer a nice, lengthy breakfast in the morning."

"No need to apologize on my behalf Tom! I'm sure the boys will understand. We do have urgent business to attend after all." Apparently, Dumbledore was finished with being ignored.

"Headmaster you have no right speaking so informally about myself or the Lords. Not only that, we were not alerted to you desires to speak with us, especially on a Sunday of all days. Now is not the time!" Remus growled.

How dare that man attempt to convey such falsehoods! Neither he nor his pack were childish or under that infuriating man's thumb and none of them had any business with him at this point in time. All business had been concluded as Remus had nothing to do until he left for Hogwarts, and the same could be said for Harry, while Sirius was just plain done with the man.

"Why surely you couldn't deny an old man? I have come rather far despite my busy schedule."

"Busy schedule my left sock!"

"Remus?" A quiet and sleepy voice questioned. There was a light pressure on the hand he hadn't realized that was fisted. In his growing anger at the elder wizard, Remus was not only cutting into his palm with the newly formed claws on his right hand, he was also crushing the doorknob. He hadn't let go since opening the door, having kept his hand on in shock at Dumbledore's presence.

He didn't have to look behind him to know who it was. Remus had woken Harry up with his raised voice. It was hard to remain calm when dealing with Dumbledore, the man always caused some sort of emotion or reaction.

"Harry, m-"

"Don't start! I am not your 'dear boy' and you most definitely do not have permission to use my first name!" Harry's sharp interruption showed that he was already alert despite just waking.

"I am still your Headmaster Harry, you will not-"

"You are right, you are my Headmaster, however it is the summer and Hogwarts is not in session, and therefore I do not have to listen to you!"

"Harry, why don't you wake Sirius and clean up for the day? I will finish here," Remus turned, cajoling the young boy in an attempt to gain control of the situation. Fortune was on his side as Harry nodded and moved away.

"Now, Dumbledore, you have no business here, especially at this hour. It is currently seven, so if you need to speak with me, the earliest I will be ready is at nine. You will only have forty-five minutes of my time. I am a busy man after all, so if you need more of my time, send an owl regarding a meeting. Now if you don't mind!" huffed Remus.

"I believe that you will make more than an hour's time for me, as I must speak with all three of you. I-"

"No, you do not have to speak with us. Harry is not in school, Sirius has no affiliations with you other than being a Hogwarts' alumni, and I have nothing to do with you other than being the professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts. If you cannot speak to me about that, then you have nothing to say at all!"

At this point, Remus chose to ignore the old man once more.

"Tom, I can take the tray. Thank you for your patience," he said stiffly.

"No problem, you jus let me know if your needin' anything else! Let Harry know to try the raspberries, picked fresh from the vine this morning they were!"

"Will do Tom, I'll be sure to snap a photo for you! He makes the most adorable face when he eats them."

With that, Remus took the loaded tray, levitated it to the small table in the room, and shut the door in Dumbledore's face. Turning his back to the door, he was greeted with a scene that made his morning anger disappear.

Sirius was still on the bed, now curled into a ball with all of the blankets. Harry had just pounced on him when Remus had turned but the boy was too light to wake Sirius. Now he was tugging on the man's black hair still to no avail.

"Here Harry, step away if you would?" asked Remus.

He ripped away the bedding covering his friend and muttered the spell for water. A cold stream erupted from his wand causing Sirius to yelp in a high pitch that led to Harry and Remus looking at each other. It was clear, they now doubted Sirius' masculinity.

"What was that for!" growled Sirius sitting up.

"You missed a great deal," said Remus.

"What happened now?" groaned the other man as he flopped back down.

"Dumbledore," it was easy to see that even Harry was less than pleased despite the wonderful sleep all three of them had eventually received.

"Wait, wait! Breakfast first lads, then we can discuss the old bat," Remus pointed to the tray.

Immediately Sirius whipped his wand out to conjure a table so that the three Gryffindors could sit on the bed and be able to eat. Harry helped Remus set the dishes out. This time, the fruits that Harry and Sirius had clearly enjoyed were far more abundant and Tom had even provided a few of the more exotic fruits for them to try. They did take the time to enjoy the meal, not bothering to rush.

Only once Remus set his napkin down, the last one to finish, did they begin to discuss the biggest obstacle next to their health.

"Obviously Dumbledore wants us back under his thumb" Sirius started. "He doesn't want harry to know about his finances, and the will reading must have been a big upset."

"Indeed, though I believe that your escape and subsequent freedom are just as damaging to him. Why, it was on his word that you were imprisoned without a trial. People know that, someone will investigate eventually."

"Why?" asked Harry.

"Why would he do that to me? Perhaps to make it easier to control you by getting rid of someone who would properly take care of you and teach you," Sirius sighed. "And why would people look into that? Because it is a way for his enemies to ruin him, his credentials, and to cast doubt at the things he has done and wants to do."

"I think today is all about damage control. Obviously he didn't have access to us yesterday and there is also the fact that he needed to see how he was affected in all of this!" The more he spoke, the more Remus began to growl deeply. "When we speak with him, I think we should just take in his words and observe him before leaving. I doubt anything he has to say will please us but it might make us look bad if we don't speak with him or if we react negatively. People aren't one hundred percent convinced either way. Most will still be screaming that Dumbledore hasn't done any wrong."

"I-I don't think we should w-wait anymore, s-speculating isn't going to g-get us a-anywhere," stuttered Harry, determined to move on.

"Of course cub," soothe Sirius. He was already beginning to stand up and clear away what used to be their breakfast.

Between Sirius and Remus, the breakfast mess was tidied up in less than a minute. It took the three only another four minutes to clean themselves up as there was more to do right after. Besides Dumbledore, they needed to meet with Ironskin to view the Black properties and they had to gain contact with the British Wolsrens. Through them, Harry could learn about his kind and have an easier time finding his pack. Despite their fears at losing the boy, it was also necessary. They knew that between the two of them, they wouldn't have enough power to properly protect Harry nor keep him healthy due to his creature inheritance. There was also the fact that he was a submissive Wolsren. Any pack without a sub would try their best, and most likely succeed, at getting to Harry. The last thing Sirius and Remus wanted was for their cub to be chosen by a pack that would abuse him. If it meant losing their cub for his safety and future happiness, then the two men could deal with it.

"Ready?" asked Sirius.

"D-do we have t-to?" replied Harry, already starting to curl into himself. This alerted the others that he definitely wasn't ready for this meeting.

"You know, we could escape out the window…" hummed Remus. He was a Marauder once, though many did forget that fact as Sirius seemed to by the way his eyes had widened.

"Remmy, you still continue to surprise me!" he gleefully said.

Harry looked up between his fringe, confused.

"Don't worry Pup; this just reminds me of the stories that we have to tell you! I say we leave and go speak to old Ironskin about my properties, the sooner we have our own place the less we will have to deal with nagging old goats!"

With a wide smile, Sirius went to the window. He opened it and began to check it out in a very exaggerated manner. From staring intently at the wood to sticking most of his body out the opening, Sirius "analyzed" every aspect. Truthfully, it was to make sure none of them got hurt but it was also to make sure it was possible to escape unnoticed.

"Right," grinned Remus, watching his best friend. The other man had definitely lifted the mood, especially Harry's. The boy was now shuffling closer in an attempt to try to understand what Sirius was doing.

"I declare this as possible!" Sirius nodded seriously.

"What do we need to do?" asked Harry. Now he too studied the window and stuck his head outside.

"Well, with a few nifty spells, Remmy here will jump out to the rubbish pile there," Sirius pointed, now sticking his head out as well. "He will act as a sort of safety net for us since he is the most fit. Then you will go followed by myself. A charm will be cast to close the window. After that, we are free as a bird!"

Sirius' excitement had built up so much that he couldn't contain himself. He started to wiggle and grin, before bursting out and hugging both Harry and Remus.

"Oh, how I've missed pulling one over! It's even better that it's Dumbledore of all people, now what with all he done to us," Sirius' glee was infectious.

The hug perked Harry right up and Remus knew that if the boy had his tail right then, it would be wagging ferociously right then.

"Can we go now?" he asked with a wide smile.

"Yup, but Remus and I need a few moments to cast some spells to ensure our safety so hang tight," and with a flourish of his wand, Sirius set about doing exactly that, casting spells to make their escape possible and safe.

Remus joined after gently ruffling Harry's black hair. Just like cleaning up, it didn't take the two men very long to accomplish their goal.

"Right, I'll go first. See you two at the bottom!" Remus simply hopped out the window like one would over a short wall.

Harry raced over to the window and peered out. There stood Remus, perfectly fine with a smile. The man held his arms out, gesturing for Harry to jump. After one last glance at Sirius, Harry did just that.

For the thirty seconds he was in the air, Harry felt wonderful. Then his breath was knocked away as Remus snatched him under his arms and let Harry fall into his chest for another hug. As much as Harry enjoyed the contact, a strong desire to remain in the air filled him. It was more than his usual need to fly on his Nimbus.

He let out a small whimper, one that surprised him as it sounded very similar to a dog's whimper. Remus just held him a little closer before gently setting him down.

"Lovely jump Harry!" he grinned quietly. "Now, stand against the other side of the alley so Sirius can jump. Don't want you getting hurt should I have to move to catch him."

Harry gave a small smile and moved to the other side of the rubbish alley, carefully treading over heaps of decaying food and soggy newspapers. Once situated so that he wasn't stepping on trash, Harry focused his eyes on the window he had just jumped from.

There leaned out Sirius, waiting for Remus to give him to go ahead with a feral grin. Just as Remus gave a thumbs up, Sirius was already backing away from the window. He flung himself out and managed to do one summersault before Remus caught him the same way he had caught Harry.

Still grinning, Sirius bounced over to Harry.

"Wonderful escape plan Pup! Ready to roll out?" he questioned.

Remus chuckled. He sent a charm to shut the window before joining his pack.

"Indeed we are ready to leave. How about a stop at Fortescue's after Gringotts to celebrate pulling one over on the old goat?"

"Please?" Harry turned his large, green eyes on Remus. He had seen the shop before, passing by it but never having any time to actually enter.

Quick as a bird, Sirius had crouched next to Harry. He too turned his stormy grey eyes onto his counterpart.

"Yes, please Remmy? Can we stop at Florean's?" he begged.

"Alright," said Remus, rolling his eyes at the other man's antics. As they started walking into Diagon proper, he turned to Harry and asked "What is your favorite flavor Harry?"

It took the boy some thought before he replied.

"I don't know," he said simply. "I've never, er…had ice cream-"

"What!" shouted Sirius, drawing a few looks and some whispering from the other's in the alley.

"Well-"Harry started.

"Don't tell me those good for nothings-"

"Sirius!" interrupted Remus. "Let Harry finish."

"Um, well…" he was a little nervous now. It was true; the Dursleys never let him have ice cream. The one time they did, the day at the zoo for Dudley's birthday, it was because they didn't want to cause a scene at the zoo. That and Dudley didn't like his cone.

"They did give it to me…once…but I didn't like it! Besides, at Hogwarts, they have this thing called treacle tart and I really like that!" he tried to keep the panic from his voice. Things had been going so well.

"Harry, please don't try and cover for them. We-we won't make a scene or anything. It just means that we will have to show you the wonders of ice cream," soothed Sirius.

It was rather surprising, to Remus at least, that his best friend was so calm and reassuring to Harry. The man he once knew would have flown into a rage at the maltreatment of his godson, at any child actually. Sirius was once such a playful person whose attention span went entirely to pranks.

"Indeed, why don't we stop at Florean's for a menu? That way you can look at it while we start sorting out Sirius' business at the bank," suggested Remus, already guiding them to the little shop.

"O-okay," stuttered Harry, now looking at the ground.

Less than a minute later, a cheerful Florean was handing over a small booklet that the trio could keep and a promise for cones on the house when they returned. The small book was handed to Harry and they resumed their brisk walk to the bank, wanting to be out of the crowd's eye. It was easy to spot the reporter's scurrying about, failing at their attempt to remain unseen by them or in some cases blatantly following the trio. Only once Remus and Sirius ushered Harry into the bank did the reporters cease tailing them, choosing to loiter outside where they wouldn't be booted out by the goblins.

Before even getting in line for a teller, they were approached by Griphook.

"Friends of the Goblin Nation, welcome to Gringotts once more," he said, bowing lowly. Fortunately, no one else except for a few goblins had seen this.

"Good morning Mr. Griphook and thank you for your time, may your gold multiply," responded Sirius, standing up tall with a regal look that heralded back to his younger days when he was still with his pureblood family.

"If you will follow me, Master Ironskin awaits to see what your business is," sweeping his short arm out, Griphook gestured them to the side hall that none of them had seen before.

Trusting the goblin, they made their way down the mysterious corridor that was lined with various doors. They were all grand doors but firmly shut and without any indication as to what lay behind them. It wasn't until one door in particular opened as they neared. Another goblin, on Harry recognized as Talnus, beckoned them within. Rather than a meeting room or another hall, it turned out to be Ironskin's office.

The old goblin chuckled at their expressions.

"What, my Lords, did you think Gringotts was without it's surprises? We Goblins may not be able to work magic as wizards do, and though ours takes time, it is far more powerful and able to do much more. Come and take a seat," he said.

"Ironskin, may your gold flow in rivers of blood," Sirius stated solemnly with a small nod of his head.

The trio took the seats placed in front of the large but low desk. Pushing the middle chair a few inches forward of the other two, the adults guided Harry into it.

"And may your vault overflow," replied the goblin as they settled, pleased with how the men moved to keep Harry in their line of sight easier. "Now, what can I do for you today Lord Black, we weren't expecting any of you until later this week."

"I need a complete list of Black properties, including their current state, the wards, and their contents please," the man requested.

"Very well, Talnus!" Ironskin called.

The younger goblin, who had left the room upon the wizards' entrance, appeared from a small door behind Ironskin's desk.

"Lord Black," Talnus said, giving a list to the human that took up several pieces of parchment. "We updated it upon receiving the official word of your freedom."

"Thank you, now if we may look at this here please? I would rather not face the hordes waiting for us at your doors. Could you perhaps gather any other business necessary in regards to the Blacks, Potters, Evans, and Lupins while we choose?" asked the Marauder. Even though it was generally Remus who planned ahead, Sirius could do it too. Until things settled down, it was best to avoid very public places so it was best they finished as much business with the bank as possible.

"Of course, I will begin right now. You may have a seat over there," he pointed to a low couch in between two chairs. A coffee table was in front of the seats and another goblin they had yet to meet was already setting a tea service on it.

"Again, thank you for your hospitality Ironskin," Sirius nodded again, moving to the couch.

Once again, Harry was placed in between the two older men. Once everyone was settled, the room was quiet except for the shuffling of parchment and the goblins quiet thunking as they came in and left the room, handing various parchments, books and folders to Ironskin. Harry was using a quill to mark out ice cream flavors he wasn't interested in as Remus and Sirius split the pile of properties to sort out potential properties.

The silence was broken by Sirius after half an hour. His body was rigid and his face somehow managed to go a shade paler than it was. He handed the parchment he was looking at to Remus.

"This, this is the one Remus," he whispered.

Remus knew right away, that whatever it was, the choice was made when Sirius used his proper name.

"You old home in London," he stated. Remus understood why this particular place was chosen despite the awful memories tied to it. It would help give him closure as well as the proverbial muggle middle finger to his parents. That and the house was near a park and it was close to Saint Mungo's while Diagon Alley wasn't too far way either.

"We can start work on Tuesday," began Sirius. "We can't take Harry though, it's too dangerous. Between the two of us, we can clean out the dangerous stuff right fast and then Harry can come in."

Harry, hearing his name, looked up.

"W-what am I supposed to do then?" he stuttered.

"Well, I am going to get the blue prints for my childhood home and take some pictures of the rooms. I would like for you to start creating ideas as to how the rooms should be utilized. It is too dangerous for you to be there, my family was dark and insane" Sirius looked at Harry when he spoke. He wanted to impart to the young boy how serious he was about Grimmauld Place being dangerous.

"I promise you Harry, that if it were safe, we could go there right now. But it isn't, instead I promise to you that we will only remove the spells and anything that would attack you unprovoked," Sirius solemnly promised.

"O-okay," Harry said. He knew that Sirius wouldn't lie to him, not after what he let Harry learn about him with Gwen.

"And we'll keep you updated on everything we do," added Remus. If anything, the curses and the other dangers they removed could be a learning point for Harry.

A clearing throat interrupted the trio.

"Gentlemen, we have compiled the necessary data, if you would please return to your previous seats," said Griphook. The goblin had a look of distaste, though it wasn't clear why. In the pit of Harry's stomach, he had a feeling that it had to do with what they found.

Returning to the same seats they had vacated a short while ago, dread nipped at their feet when Talnus, and even Ironskin, showed the same look on their faces.

"The only good news I have for any of you is that Mr. Lupin is finally debt free," at that, Sirius looked sharply at his longtime friend. Remus simply continued to stare at Ironskin.

"As for the Black and Potter estates, much has gone awry. Part of the blame lays on the bank itself, for that I apologize and promise to restore what was taken cost free," Ironskin sighed. There hadn't been such an oversight since Grindelwald. However, it made sense considering that the situations started right after Voldemort's defeat.

"And what has happened Ironskin?" Sirius asked lowly.

"While you were publically disowned by your mother Lord Black, you were never officially disowned. A large part of that is due to your father being the head of the house. It seems that your cousin, Lady Narcissa Malfoy, felt she was entitled to your estate due to being the only Black alive and free. As is common during and after times of conflict, Gringotts was a mess sorting out the various accounts," Ironskin explained. "At the time, we goblins were very upset at losing our champion. We didn't scrutinize her claims as thoroughly as we should have.

"Fortunately she only had access to your money, and not the artifacts or properties. She only took a small amount during the time her husband was incarcerated and the Malfoy estates were frozen. At the beginning of this summer, she had sent in a request to name her son as the heir to the Black estates. It has yet to be processed, but it will be discarded now."

Sirius sighed deeply. He couldn't fault his cousin for taking the gold. She wouldn't have had access to the Malfoy accounts, and if he remembered correctly, she had Draco to care for.

"Send her a letter please, stating not to worry about it. She had young Draco to look after and no other resources available to do so. As for heir status, I wish to make Harry my heir to inherit everything-"

At this, Harry squeaked wide-eyed. While he didn't know exactly what he had in the Potter estates, as Ironskin had yet to get there and had only been teaching him about finances so he could understand what they meant, he knew it wasn't anything to scoff at.

"Shush Harry, I have no one else I would rather it go to. Moreover, I have no child of my own. In time that may change but for precautionary reasons I want to do this now," Sirius soothed the young boy, rubbing Harry's back gently. He would be damned if anyone else got it. Though he didn't mind Narcissa's use of it all those years ago, he had a feeling he wouldn't like how Draco turned out and besides, that boy would get enough with the Malfoy estates as it was.

"Is there anything else I should be aware of?" he questioned the old goblin.

"Yes Lord Black, Headmaster Dumbledore has tried several times during your incarceration to gain access to your vaults but he has not succeeded for several reasons such as having no close blood relations to your line."

Sirius and Remus growled at that but they were curious at the same time. What could that man need from the Black vaults? He was a well-paid, respected man of many positions.

"And let me guess, he has tried the same with Harry's vaults!" said Remus, eyes flashing yellow.

"He has succeeded-"

A loud crunch interrupted Ironskin. Remus had destroyed the arms to the chair he sat in. The werewolf cleared his throat.

"Continue, please," he said, clearly strained.

"He, ah, Dumbledore filed the correct forms stating that Lord Potter had been placed with his muggle relatives who did not have the financial capability to care for him. Then, when Lord Potter turned five, he sent in more forms regarding the payments for his tutors. Since the first time Lord Potter came to us this summer, I have placed several trustworthy goblins in charge of thoroughly going through all aspects of the Potter estates. We have just finished the investigation this morning and here are our findings," Ironskin slid a thick folder of parchments to Harry.

"We have also taken the liberty of contacting our legal consultants to recover everything that was stolen as well as to get Lord Potter emancipated in the muggle and wizarding legal systems-"

"If he isn't emancipated, then why do you refer to Harry as Lord Potter?" Sirius interrupted. He knew Remus did out of respect and to annoy certain people but he had no idea why the goblins did.

"It is because as the only living representative of his house, we Goblins recognize him as the head of house, and thus the Lord. We do not follow the wizarding regulations regarding this," the goblin replied.

"How fast will it take to get these requests processed and why are you filing them in the first place?" Remus took his turn to question Ironskin.

"We will receive approval or denial by the end of the week. There are not very many requests at this time and we have placed them under expedited matters. Due to the interferences in his accounts and in matters regarding Lord Potter, our King felt that our champion deserved to be considered an adult. Not only to have the opportunity to file grievances against his antagonists but also because he is expected to perform the tasks adults should thus he should be able to enjoy the same privileges that adults do," Ironskin stated.

"Thank you," whispered Harry. "And please, tell King Auric how grateful I am for his deeds."

"Of course Lord Potter," he replied. "Now, are there any other matters I may help with?"

"I wish to activate and use Grimmauld Place as our place of residence," Sirius placed the property's information on Ironskin's desk.

"Very well, it will take approximately one to two days to process and to give you the key," said Ironskin as he read through the information. The old building's records were kept in their older filing system and the key wasn't in Gringott's possession.

"Then that is it for today. Please keep us updated about everything," said Remus as he stood up.

After bidding their good byes and thanks, the trio left. It wasn't quite noon yet but they certainly were hungry. It only took one look from Remus to stop Sirius in his tracks towards the ice cream parlor.

"Now Padfoot, I know we promised ice cream afterwards, but we need a proper meal first!" he stated with a twinkle in his eye. It was just like old times before the war but the loss of James, Lily, and even Peter left a small taste of bitterness.

"B-but Moony!" cried Sirius.

"No buts mister!" he grinned.

At least they had Harry now. There was always something to be thankful for.

"Fine, but I get to pick!" the other man grumbled.

With a muttered "come'on", he turned and stalked huffily through the crowds leaving a confused Harry to follow while a bemused Remus brought up the rear.

"Remmy," the quiet plea warmed Remus' heart. Harry was now using one of his nicknames.

"Yes Harry?" he asked just as quiet.

"Where did Padfoot and Moony come from? They sound…they sound very familiar," the boy said.

"Ah-" before Remus could answer, Sirius interjected.

"We are here!" he crowed happily.

The man had led them to a small establishment near the entrance to Knockturn. It was a well-kept building make of darker materials that didn't have a sign, much less any windows. A strange looking building for sure, but it was the one that Sirius was leading them to. The man did perk up at the sight of the unmarked eatery.

A quiet bell tinkled as Sirius opened the door. Just inside was a cozy and well-lit reception room. In the small room waited an older man with a mustache sitting behind a podium. At the sight of Sirius, Remus, and Harry, the man perked up, his bushy mustache twitching.

"Ah, Lord Black, how good to see you again!" he said.

"Mumford, a sight for sore eyes! How are you and the Missus?" Sirius replied.

"We are doing well my Lord, and she will be pleased as a kitten when I tell her you are here," Mumford smiled.

"Speaking of, we need a room for three with no silver please. We have business to attend."

"Of course, if you will follow me." Mumford stepped off after giving the podium top a quick tap with his wand.

Even though Harry had never been to an eating establishment that was more than a pub, he thought it was strange that Mumford hadn't taken any menus with him. But then Mumford himself was strange. He was very skinny and very tall. As he passed through a doorway that lead into a softly lit hall, his head was nearly clipped by the molding he was so tall. He was tanned too. As if he spent all of his day outside rather than seating and serving patrons at this strange establishment. It made sense though, that Sirius would pick such a place and become friends with a man and his wife who at least one was a little odd.

"Here you are gentlemen, a waitress will be in shortly," the tall man said with a small bow.

"Thank you Mumford, please ensure that we are not disturbed more than necessary," Sirius nodded his head in return.

With a flourish and quieter than a ghost, Mumford walked away, eventually disappearing down the hallway. Once he was out of sight, and the trio was seated, three small pieces of parchment zipped into the room through a small chute just above the closed door. They stopped, one in front of each person, and hovered. On them was a list of drinks ranging from milk to pumpkin juice, vodka to firewhiskey.

Harry and Remus watched the last member of their party tap his wand on his parchment. It flashed gold for a second before rolling up and whizzing right back into the chute.

Sirius chuckled.

"When the parchment comes in, just tap your wand on whatever you want, it's my treat this time!"

So the other two did just that, the parchments acting the same way.

"Where are we Paddy?" Remus asked.

"This is a high end, semi-dark eating establishment which serves full course meals and surprisingly doesn't have the usual high end price tag to go with it. They don't care who you are or what you are, so long as you don't cause a ruckus and you pay for what you eat. It's referred to as 'The Restaurant,' and no one knows it's real name."

There was a knock on the door. A young and forgettable woman entered with a tray containing their drinks. She set them out and left as quickly as she came. Once she was gone, Sirius continued his explanation.

"Mumford and his wife are the owners. He is the maître 'd and his wife, Morgan, she is one of the cooks in the back."

Another three pieces of parchment zoomed in, longer in length this time. They were for appetizers. Seconds after they left, the same woman came in carrying the light finger foods they had ordered. Once she left, Remus cleared his throat.

"So Harry, you wanted to know the meaning behind Padfoot and Moony right?" he asked with a look at Sirius. The other man merely grinned widely.

"Did I forget to mention that all the rooms are heavily warded to ensure privacy?"

Remus just rolled his eyes.

"Anyways pup, as you know Remmy here howls-ack!" Sirius rubbed at his head where Remus had whacked him.

"As a werewolf, during the full moon, I need a pack to keep calm and lessen the pain of transforming," Remus glared a few more seconds at his silly friend.

"Your father," his breath hitched lightly. "Your father, Sirius, and Peter learned how to become animagi in order to stay with me. Do you know what that is Harry?"

Harry took a moment to form his answer.

"An animagus is a person who can transform into a non-magical beast at will, transforming everything on them at the same time. It is a transfiguration spell that requires a lot of power and control. Those who manage it, turn into an animal that closely represents their personality traits. Often, when in human form, they pick up aspects of their animals like desiring the foods their animal naturally eats."

"Right on Harry! And as wonderful as the ability is, you should never try to learn it on your own and you should never, ever stay in that form for extended periods of time as you can get stuck in it," Remus warned.

"C-can I learn?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"I'm afraid not pup," Sirius sadly cooed. "It all has to do with your inheritance, which does have it's plus sides!"

At Harry's saddened face, Remus chimed in too, interjecting lots of excitement in his voice.

"As a Wolsren, you get to have many different transformations! You aren't restricted to one only."

Harry perked up at this.

"Are you going to tell me about Wolsrens now?" he asked. "I tried looking them up in OOW but it didn't say much, only that there is one pack in the UK but they were originally native to England."

"OOW Pup?" questioned the men.

"Of Our World, it is a collection of information on all of the creatures and being in the magical world. It is as complete and unbiased as possible," Harry answered.

"Ah, I've heard of that. It's a good set, and there are reasons why it doesn't have Wolsrens," said Remus. "They are an extremely rare species, one that is dying out."

Remus shifted, his features turning more serious and his voice taking on a lecturing tone.

"Long ago, when humans first appeared, many animals were like us. Some of the species were magical while others had none at all. As man came to power, only the fittest magical creatures survived. The few left of what are now muggle animals were the wolves, the owls, and the horses. And even then they haven't completely lost their magic to this day.

"Anyways, this was about the time before Merlin and magic was at it's strongest despite all the fighting going on between the magical and non-magical species. The three species came together and through magic bred and combined themselves in a way that they are fully capable and functioning species."

Remus paused to take a drink of his butterbeer, a guilty pleasure he had, before continuing his lesson.

"They were a great species that were nigh impossible to find or destroy," he paused again. "Hm, perhaps I started wrong…"

After another gulp from his drink, his enraptured audience shifted in anticipation. For Sirius, he loved it when his friend taught others. Remus enjoyed teaching and his joy was both infectious and soothing. For Harry, he was excited to learn about himself and to see the two new additions to his life so excited and happy. Though they hadn't known each other for long, including the short time with James and Lily, they just clicked together. So many conflicting emotions and ties bound them together.

"Magic is," he stopped again. "Magic is alive."

Wide eyed, Remus continued in a breathy voice.

"It's hard to understand, to feel as a normal wizard. I noticed the difference the closer I get to the full moon. Magic, it is in everything to some degree and acts in ways that we can never understand. Wolsren on the other hand, they are the closest avatars to magic. They have to be, in order for them to come about. Often, Wolsren are described as guardians, helping to maintain the balance between the various branches of magic. They aren't infallible nor indestructible, which is why they too nearly died out like their predecessors.

"They would have been a very short lived species if it hadn't been for Merlin. Before King Arthur took the throne, he had found and helped a small pack of Wolsren, managing to gain their loyalty and protection. Decades later, during the wars, the pack was strong, healthy, and breeding. When their submissive was heavily pregnant, they were attacked and Merlin defended them. He was victorious but bleeding heavily, none of them, not even the submissive remained unscathed.

"But he continued to cast magic, using healing spells. When he went to the sub, for his mates were harmed far more seriously, he was still bleeding from a gash in her belly.

"Legend has it that his blood mixed with hers then, and again with her pups as he helped to deliver them. Merlin grew older and the original pack eventually died, never having any litters except for the one. Even after forming their own small packs from the remaining Wolsren, they remained with Merlin. They continued to fight and defend the greatest sorcerer ever, each time healed by him and each time his blood mixed with theirs.

"One day, a submissive born from that one litter gave birth to a single pup. It was a strange one and could have been referred to as a runt. He survived and grew, never getting as big as the others. But that never mattered.

"The fight that left effectively killed Merlin had a surprise. All the blood Merlin had mixed into the breed ran strong through that one pup and it transformed into a human!"

As Remus wove his story, the different courses came and went, slowly filling their stomachs. By the point of his exclamation though, they had ceased eating.

"That is the beginning of today's Wolsren species. The pup eventually mated to a wizard, being a submissive himself. And it's pups mixed with both wizards and Wolsrens alike. Eventually all Wolsrens could transform into a human and even the three original species that formed it.

"Long after Merlin, when Hogwarts was being built, the pups weren't born as a Wolsren, no, they were birthed in the forms of humans. Fully functional humans capable of blending in with the wizards.

"Knowing their history and their loyalty, these new pups were invited to learn at the castle. From that point forward, instead mainly being animals they were mostly human. They learned and continued to breed. Over time their history was lost and wizards grew to fear them. So they escaped to Europe where they have stayed.

"There are few of them now, but they are no less powerful or loyal. It is a source of pride for those in the know, to have Wolsren blood running through their veins. Now, like many beings and creatures, if their blood runs strongly and the individual is magically strong, the blood is activated on their thirteenth birthday. Through the course of one year, they gain true Wolsren ability.

"In one year Harry, you too will be a Wolsren and ready to find a pack of your own."

Their lunch long cold and stale, Remus had finally finished his tale. They sat in silence for a short time, only interrupted when the waitress came back with the check. Sirius paid but remained seated. It was his turn to speak.

"We could tell, especially Remmy being related to part of your species. Your scent changed but the biggest hint was your eyes. You didn't see them, but it was brief. Whenever a wizard or witch has the activated blood in their thirteenth birthday, their eyes are streaked with silver. Their scent permanently changes, adding in the common scent threads of wolf, horse, and owl. It never leaves them.

"We could tell you were submissives through the sweet fertile and milky scent thread. Those deemed dominate have more of a testosterone laden smell and are males exclusively. While male submissives aren't rare, you don't see them everywhere either. With male submissives, with their stronger blood, they are more likely to birth Wolsrens whereas females have a fifty-fifty chance. Half the time they breed true wizards and witches. This makes males submissives more desirable.

"Being dominate or submissive has nothing to do with personality. It all comes down to whether or not you get pregnant. If you decide not to bare your own pups, you could impregnate a girl. This doesn't make you any less "manly," do you understand me Harry?"

Sirius kneeled in front of Harry, his hands grasping thin shoulders.

"We-we love you no matter what you do or what you have become. You are our Harry, our pup and we want you to be happy."

He pulled the boy into a strong hug and buried his nose into scruffy black hair. They were joined by Remus, all three on the floor.

"We love you cub, and we would die to ensure your safety and kill to keep your happiness, never forget that."

They remained hugging for a few minutes more before breaking apart.

"Now, whose ready for ice cream!"

"Sirius!" groaned Remus with a grin.

"What?"

An hour later they were slurping at their cones. Remus content in his "zone of happiness" sighed and groaned with each like of his triple chocolate, white chocolate chunk cone covered in fudge sauce. A far off look and light blush made it hard for Sirius and Harry not to giggle at the usually prim and proper man essentially getting high off his overly chocolate treat.

Remus' choice wasn't that strange though. In the few days Harry had been with the men, it was easy to see how much Remus loved chocolate. It was Sirius who got the odd looks from the other two, not that Remus could ignore his cone for long.

Sirius had ordered a single scoop of plain vanilla ice cream.

At their looks, he simply stated that the best things were the simply things, and to be quiet and get their own cones to stare at.

For Harry, it was a hard choice to pick from the multitude of flavors. Even though he had read all the flavors Fortescue offered, he had only crossed a few of them off as ones he definitely didn't want to try. He would have liked to try vanilla because that monstrosity the Dursley's had gotten for Dudley and was eventually given to him was anything but and he didn't want anything too crazy. However both Sirius and Remus told him try something else, and after getting promises to try theirs [a very reluctant promise from Remus] he settled on a single scoop of white peach and raspberry ice cream.

They sat outside, enjoying themselves in the sun watching as people hurried about their business in the alley. By the time they finished, Harry agreed with Sirius about simple things being the best sometimes, but he didn't think he would trade his pick with vanilla anytime soon. Remus' cone was far too much chocolate for him, not that he admitted it to the werewolf whose eyes never left the cone. Harry loved a good piece of chocolate, but there was too many flavors of chocolate on that cone for him to enjoy it.

A few charms got rid of the sticky mess that covered their hands and faces. Ready to leave the shop, after many thanks to Mr. Fortescue and promises to return, they were stopped by the arrival of an owl. One that Harry now recognized as belonging to Gwen.

It stuck it's leg out towards Remus, eyeing Harry with interest. Once the letter was removed, it flapped over to Harry and perched on the boy's shoulder to groom his hair.

Chuckling, Remus read the letter from Gwen.

"She and Nanna are ready to see us any time. They have your regimens ready."

"Isn't that a bit fast?" asked Sirius, worried.

"You don't have to worry about their quality of work. Between the two of them working, I have no doubt that they explored every potential recovery avenue and have selected the one with the best results that won't be very painful," Remus replied as he pocketed the letter.

"Can we go now?" Asked Harry. He didn't look at the two men, but at the entrance to Knockturn Alley.

He didn't want to wait, to have the time to fret over what they might say. And if it meant getting better, he wanted to start as soon as possible. He wanted to be better.

"Of course Harry. Are we ready to go now?" asked Remus.

After getting two nods in reply, he led them towards Knockturn and through the alley. They received a few strange looks from the denizens of both alleys, though once they neared Knockturn Remus covered Harry in his outer robe, and carried him to the Hyperion pack's home. He had Sirius pull his hood up as he did the same. He didn't want anyone to recognize them.

It took a while to get to the right building as it was deep inside of Knockturn. Unchanged in appearance, Harry knew what to expect this time.

Remus knocked on the door but instead of the fast response they received the first time, it took nearly five minutes before someone answered. It wasn't Nanna or Gwen. A man had answered, he was shorter than Mr. Weasley, but he was powerful. Thick muscles were defined in a tight cotton shirt that also showed the small paunch he had and the scowl on his face showed his displeasure.

"Who-er you?" He growled.

"Lupin Pack," Remus growled back. "We are here to see Nanna and Gwen."

The man slammed the door shut. Shocked, the trio stared at the door. As they turned to leave, the door was flung back open, the person yelling.

"Damn it Thomas! You knew they were expected, go wait in the den. When I get back, you will be punished!" Another man was at the door. As tall as Nanna, he too was well built but he was far warmer looking than Thomas.

"Remus, good to see you again! I was happy to hear of your visit last time, sad circumstances aside," he cheerfully, but carefully pulled Remus into a hug, minding Harry. "And this must be your pup and mate!"

Remus and Sirius sputtered and chocked.

"None of that now, git'on inside, your pack mates need help only my girls can give," he ushered the still flabbergasted men inside.

Once inside, it was apparent to the new male that Sirius and Remus had yet to regain their wits, only the small boy in Remus' arms was alert and curiously watching the man.

"Hello young one, I am Hyperion Bryn, mate to Eleni, grandfather of Gwendolyn, and Alpha of this pack. Who are you and your barer? I'm afraid my Eleni hasn't told me of Remus' new pack other than you needed her and Gwen's help," said Hyperion.

"I-I'm Harry, pleased to meet you Mr. Bryn" he introduced himself.

"None of that Mr. Bryn stuff lad! Remus is a son to me, call me grandfather!" The man swooped in for another hug, nuzzling the tiny face peeking out of the voluminous cloak.

Unsure what to do, and getting no help from the now blushing and stuttering men, Harry just let the man do what he wanted. Once released, he introduced Sirius.

"That is Lord Sirius Black, and I didn't know he was mates with Remus-"

"We aren't mates!" They two finally said clearly.

"But your scents-"

"Trust me sir, we are not mates," Sirius interrupted, looking at a wall with a strained face. He missed the hurt look Remus flashed at him.

"But you want to be," said Harry. Now everyone had their attention focused on him, Hyperion with a pleased look on his face.

"You are definitely a good pup for them," he said, grinning wider at the red stained faces.

"Now-" and he was interrupted again, this time by Nanna herself.

"Hyperion, darling, what has Thomas done this time?" Nanna appeared out of a crème colored door. This time she was wearing traditional witches' robes in a pale green.

"Remus, Sirius, and Harry! I wasn't expecting you so soon," then she moved in to hug them.

"Hyperion, stop bothering these poor boys, they don't need you harassing them!" she swatted her mate.

"But Eleni-"

"Don't Eleni me! I can still take you over my knee, mate or not. You should set an example and act like the seventy-year-old man you are! Now follow me dears, we can go and discuss my plans over some hot chocolate," she lead them away from a sputtering Hyperion.

"Dear, go and tell Gwen the Lupins are here-"

"Can I have hot chocolate too my sweet?" he wheedled.

"If you get me your granddaughter"

"Yes!" He exclaimed, running through a purple door.

"That man, I swear sometimes. Now what was he bothering you about dears?" she asked as she led them to the same room they had their examinations in.

"He said that Siri and I were mates!" Remus grumbled.

"Aren't you? I can smell your scents," Nanna pointed out.

"I t-think they want to be N-Nanna," said Harry. "But with Sirius going to Azkaban and Remmy not questioning it and the time and-"

"Alright pup, you caught us," Sirius sighed. "But now isn't the time and it is between Remus and I what happens."

"That's right, you two need to get better before we can do anything," Remus tagged on as he set Harry on the couch.

"I see. If you will excuse me, I will be right back with that hot chocolate. Don't let Peri tease you if he comes in here," Nanna said as she left.

The time alone was a little tense as the three sat on the couch, Harry once again in the middle.

"Well, this is awkward," said Sirius.

Then he and Remus broke out laughing. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Remus spoke to his best friend.

"I would like to mate you Sirius Orion Black, do not doubt me, but I want you and Harry to get better first."

"I know Remmy, I know. But not right now," Sirius sighed again, looking at Harry.

The poor boy was confused. Siri gently tugged him closer for a cuddle. Remus leaned into the two, adding his warmth. They sat there, quietly soaking in the good feelings and the calm.

A small click startled them.

In the doorway was Gwen and her grandfather, both grinning though Gwen's was more wistful and sad. She had finally come to realize that Remus would never be hers in anything but friendship.

The click had come from the black box in Hyperion's hands. He had taken a picture at the adorable scene he and his granddaughter had walked into.

"I will owl you a copy when it gets developed," he winked.

"Papa!" Gwen gently elbowed the older man. For being seventy, not that it was an old age in the wizarding world, he was as spry and mischievous as a teenager.

"Gwen!" He whined right back. He strode into the room and flopped down onto a plush armchair.

At that moment his mate bustled through the door with a mug filled tray, took one look at Hyperion, and huffed.

"What did I tell you about teasing them!"

"But they were being adorable, just wait until the photo develops!" he said, holding the camera out.

Eleni paused in setting down the tray.

"Really?" She questioned. Nanna blinked and her stern look came back. Shoving a steaming mug at him, she shooed him out.

"Gwen do you have their files?" she asked as she passed out the rest of the mugs.

"Yes Nanna, who should we start with first?"

"Harry I think, his is the most complex and Sirius' is parts of his," she said.

Once everyone was settled, and Remus composed himself after taking a sip of Nanna's hot chocolate, Nanna dove right into Harry's file.

"The biggest issue we ran into is the fact that the wizarding world doesn't have anything specifically designed to treat abuse in any form," she stated, with a little anger in her voice.

At the looks she received from Harry and Remus, she paused to explain.

"In the muggle world, they have what is called "Orphan Diseases." These are health issues that very few muggles get, so few in fact, that medical researches don't bother to look for cures or ways to manage the issue. That is what abuse is like to the wizarding world. If it happens, it is severely punishable," she said.

"But Sirius…" Harry didn't know how to phrase his question without upsetting the man.

"But I was like many other "rebellious teenagers," I was always healed at some point and my mother," he spat. "She always made sure that she never left any marks, both physical and in body structure. She made sure I took nutrient potions and strengthening draughts to ensure I grew up nice and tall, without any defects."

"Oh…" breathed Harry. He didn't know what was worse, being beaten and abused like he was or having someone like Sirius' mother attempting to mold him into the perfect heir.

Eleni cleared her throat.

"Exactly, you cannot tell that anything was done to Sirius unless you cast a strong medi-spell designed to pick up anything," she said.

"Now," Gwen picked up. "We cannot simply vanish the bones are regrow them with Skelegro. They would form exactly the same length as they are now, but fully fused so they cannot grow anymore. That is what happened to your right arm when you were twelve, correct?"

Harry nodded, he would never forget what Lockhart did to him. The bones in his right arm were far straighter than his left but it hadn't lasted long as when he returned to the Dursley's, they had broken a few.

"You can tell too that something isn't quite right, here, give me your hands Harry," said Gwen.

She gently took and stretched Harry's arms out as straight as she could. The proportions of his left arm and hand were off, they were nearly half an inch longer.

"We can fix that, but it is more pain than it's worth so instead," Nanna summoned a few items from a nearby cabinet.

"You will take these two every day," she placed two murky potions in front of Harry.

"And twice a day, you need to inject this on into all of his joints," Nanna placed a set of syringes and a rubber capped vial of a pearly white potion in front of Sirius and Remus. "I will give you a diagram showing where exactly to inject the potion. It will leave your joints stiff and tingly but it is adding the components that bones are made out of. While you will be taking a nutrient potion, it won't give you everything the growth potion needs for the bones to grow. So the injection works with the first two potions, which are a growth potion and a bone softener to left the bones grow without causing you too much pain."

"Now, that can't fix your right arm just yet, it would take greater dosages than is safe, so before you can start this regimen, we have to use two modified spells," said Gwen. "The first will be to break the bones at specific points and the second will be an expansion charm that we will use to put enough space between the two pieces of bone so that they match your other arm. Then we will inject a mixture of the growth and bone components with a small dosage of Skelegro so that the new bone will form quickly. From that point, you can start the regimen and we'll just have to keep a close eye on this arm to ensure that it is growing. We might have to do the procedure again but we feel confident that if we have to, it won't be for such a large difference."

Harry gulped at the thought of taking all those potions and injections. He wasn't afraid of needles, but he didn't like them either. He felt Remus and Sirius press into him.

Nanna summoned two jars to her as well as a small bottle and an eyedropper.

"The cream in this jar will get rid of the scars," she pushed one jar next to the potions. "And this potion will give you perfect vision. Two drops every eight hours for three days, it will burn, but only for a minute. You can decide whether or not you want to take this particular one."

"Now, for your anal and rectal scarring, the cream in this jar needs to be thickly applied inside and around the areas," Gwen said, eyes shining with tears and her cheeks stained with a small blush.

Clearing her throat, Nanna took over.

"We also have some potions that are more for cosmetic purposes. For example, making your skin soft, smooth, and blemish free, making your hair thick and shiny, to whiten your teeth and a charm to straighten them, and another cream to repair your nails."

At Harry's wide eyes, she rushed to reassure him.

"Darling, we aren't trying to say you look ugly, because you aren't, and we aren't trying to seem shallow. These other treatments are ways to help you feel better physically, emotionally and to help you in your future. Nothing we are giving you is to demean you, it is to make you feel better about yourself. It also has the added benefit of helping you to attract many potential mates so that you have many to choose from, many of the best to choose from."

"Pup," Sirius spoke up. "It is your choice. We will only do what you feel comfortable with."

"W-what would y-you Siriuss?" Harry tearfully asked.

"I would take all the potions, as a way to cleanse myself of the people who hurt me and as a way to snub them. People hurt us because they could stand us being who we are. They know that beating us, scarring us, will hurt us more than emotionally. Others that we will meet in life will judge us by how we look unfortunately. It is a human thing, to judge others, and it isn't something we can readily turn off."

"O-okay," Harry said crying. He knew they weren't being mean or pitying him. They just wanted to give him the best opportunity to erase what had happened to him, to give him a boost in his confidence, and to make his life better later on.

"So you'll take the potions Harry?" Nanna asked. She needed the verbal confirmation, it would not only start Harry on his mental recovery but also state that he did want this to happen.

"Y-es, I'll t-take the p-potions," Harry replied, tears streaming.

"Shush, it's alright Harry," Remus cooed, hugging Harry close. "Things will get better, don't worry."

Everyone took a few minutes to collect themselves as Gwen wrote down a few notes in Harry's file. She then collected Harry's treatments and put them and a few other items on a rolling tray near the examination bed.

Harry's tears slowed but didn't stop completely by the time Gwen came back with a different potion filled tray. Many of the vials and jars were the same as what they presented Harry with.

"Now Sirius, you will take a nutrient potion, scar remover, anal cream, and strengthener just like Harry. You will also be given the same cosmetics as him but you won't have to worry about the one for eyesight, yours is perfect."

"As for your diets, avoid grease and only eat what you are capable. If you feel hungry or crave something, indulge and eat. I suggest carrying around snacks to nibble on throughout the day. Again, eat what you feel comfortable and don't gorge. You shouldn't be gaining more than a quarter of a stone a week, either of you!" Nanna said sternly.

"I also recommend light, but regular exercise to help stretch out your muscles and to make sure the weight gain is healthy," she continued.

"Are there any questions?" Gwen asked, finished making notes on Sirius.

"When should Harry have that procedure done on his arm?" Remus questioned.

"We can do it right after we show you how to apply the potions to Sirius, then Harry. We won't inject his arm until after the spells. He will be knocked out for that, and we can start his eye drops as well. For this procedure, we need him to stay here overnight. Fortunately it needs to be done only once," Nanna answered.

"Can we gather our night things from the Cauldron first? I think we would be more comfortable in our night clothes than what you could lend us," asked Remus. He also wanted to let Tom know they were fine and would be gone tonight. That would also let Harry and Sirius settle down a bit.

"Of course, if you leave now, you can be back in time for dinner!" Nanna exclaimed happily. "We won't be eating with the entire pack of course, just us and Peri."

"Thank you Nanna, we won't take long."

Remus was right, the trio didn't take long to get back to the Leaky Cauldron, freshen up, and gather what the needed. It also didn't take long to explain to Tom that they wouldn't be in tonight or tomorrow morning, and the man promised to give them a copy of his memory from that morning when Dumbledore realized they had somehow managed to ditch him. They didn't tell Tom either, he knew if they did that the old man would simply pluck it from his mind the next time he came by.

Upon their return, they had dinner as promised though it was tense. Not even Hyperion's jokes managed to lighten the mood and he stopped halfway through. The tension double when the dishes cleared and they had returned to the examination room.

Nothing had changed since they left except for two rolling trays, one larger than the other. The one closest to the bed had the fewest jars and vials on it, meaning that Sirius was to go first. He waited by the table.

"Alright Sirius, take these please," said Eleni. "This one is the nutrient potion and this one is the strengthener. After that, if you wouldn't mind completely stripping down, the scar remover damages clothing and it would be easiest to apply to you in the nude."

Nanna moved back to give Sirius room to move as he silently complied. Remus let out a small gasp at the sight of his nude best friend, the man he wanted to claim as his own. His body was too thin, his skin tight over his bones. He was pale and scarred, shifting and unsure what to do naked in the presence of a child and two women.

Everyone in the room stayed professional and quiet. The only ones to speak were Nanna and Gwen, and only to ask Sirius to move and to explain what they were doing. Swiftly they applied the scar removing cream all over him, making sure to rub it in thoroughly. As they let his skin absorb the cream, they handed him the teeth whitener.

"Now, don't swallow just swish it around in your mouth until I tell you to spit," said Nanna. "You only need to do this the one time and your teeth will be whiter than fresh snow and resistant to stains for up to five years"

She handed him a vial of the teeth whitener as Gwen retrieved a stool. She stepped up with another jar in her hands.

"This," she said, "is the hair cream. You apply a great glob to your hair and make sure it is thoroughly coated. You leave it in overnight by wearing a cap and wash it out in the morning. It can be used as much or as little as you want."

As she worked the cream in, Nanna worked in the skin lotion.

"The lotion is a combination of the potions which will remove blemishes, soften your skin, and smooth it out," she explained. "Remus, if you could be a dear and help me."

Together, they covered Sirius head to toe quickly and without causing his body to react. Then, with Remus at his feet and Nanna at his hands, they worked in the nail cream. Gwen handed him a bowl to spit out the teeth whitener.

"The skin and nail products are the same as the hair, use them as much or as little as you want," said Nanna as she worked.

Already looking a great deal better, if a little silly with the shower cap in his hair, Sirius was a little pale as he knew what was coming next. He was allowed to put his nightshirt on, but he had to keep his trousers off.

"Now, for the last cream, you need to wear gloves Remus. It does have a small numbing agent in it, and what it does is remove scar tissue, hemorrhoids, and it revitalizes the nerve endings so you will be sensitive down there alright?" asked Nanna as she put on a thin rubber gloves.

"Sirius, if you would bend over and lean on the table please? Remus, come closer and watch."

Sirius was still silent as he moved. Bracing himself on the table, he leaned over and breathed deeply, trying to relax. He saw Harry move to the other side of the bed and the boy began to pet him like he did at their first visit.

Blood rushed to his ears, he couldn't hear anything, only feeling Harry's pets and Nanna's ministrations on his rear. He felt her rubbing the cream around his hole before gently dipping in. He moved forward, in an unconscious attempt to escape her finger. Hands on his hips held him still and he received more petting there. Her finger disappeared only for two to come back. They held him open as more cream was inserted.

Finally the hands left, all except for Harry. His nether region was wrapped in a cloth diaper to prevent the cream from making a mess and still leaning against the table, someone put his trousers on. A warm body wrapped around him, hugging him from behind. Sirius knew it was Remus and he managed to slowly bring himself back.

The first thing he heard was Remus asking about Revpuri for Harry.

"We have that out as well, we remembered that you wanted it done," said Nanna. She then noticed that Sirius was alert again. "Hello Sirius, how do you feel?"

"I-I feel alright, a little slick but alright," he said slowly. He stood up with the help of Remus and grimaced at the slick feeling in his rear.

"Remus has to do that every night until the cream runs out. When it does, we will decide then if you need more. Now, it is your turn Harry," said Nanna.

They did the same procedures on him, only waiting to give him the anal cream once he lay down on the table. Sirius repeated the same kindness Harry did, and petted him.

Harry had to sit up to take the bone softener and he too grimaced at the feeling in his rear.

"Okay Harry, the last thing you will be conscious for is the injections. After that, you will take the Revpuri and a sleeping draught. It will knock you right out so you don't feel a thing and you won't wake up until tomorrow morning on your own okay?" said Gwen.

"O-okay," mumbled Harry nervously.

Carefully explaining what to do, Gwen showed how to sterilize the syringes and the area to receive the shot. She then, while referencing the diagram she gave the two adults, began to administer the potion. It caused Harry to whimper at the uncomfortable sensations. Sirius and Remus took to petting him, tears forming in everyone's eyes at the boy's pain.

After each shot, Gwen sterilized the needle and reinforced how important it was but Harry couldn't hear her. Tears streamed from his eyes and by the time they flipped him over to get at his back, he couldn't stay still and he had to be held down. He could barely tell when two potions were forced down his throat, but he welcomed the blissful unconsciousness the second one brought.

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