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Mediocrity	By : Redkenja Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 40273 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Hey all, thanks for the traffic and the reviews. Sorry for the long wait, real life had to happen. Instead of furthering your wait I am posting this unfortunately short chapter.

Still looking for a Beta!

When Harry woke up, he was understandably disoriented. He was stiff and in a little bit of pain, and he couldn't recognize where he was. If it weren't for the soft huffing he knew to be Sirius' snores, Harry would have panicked at the blurred vision of what was not his room at the Cauldron.

He experimentally tried moving to see how badly the potions had affected him and within a few minutes, to his joy, Harry actually felt wonderful. Many of the aches he had learned to ignore were either gone or greatly reduced. It was amazing and exhilarating as he went through several movements. His ranges of motion were better, and to his surprise, when he wiggled his fingers and toes, all twenty digits moved relatively smoothly. Previously, many of them either barely moved without concentrated effort or didn't at all.

Harry was so overwhelmed that he couldn't help but laugh. His laughter was so loud that he woke up Sirius and Remus, who had slept on the transfigured couch during the night.

Right away Sirius realized why Harry was so happy. He too felt a lot better than he had in a long time. The potions had removed at least a quarter of the damage on his more severe scars while completely removing the small scars. His hair, dull and brittle the night before, was now soft, shiny, and longer, and his skin was everything the potion promised.

Warm arms brought Sirius into a hug from behind. The two men stood there, watching they young boy that had brought them together laughing in joy at the success the potions brought. While he wasn't completely healed physically, Harry was on his way and appreciating every step.

Too soon the cheerful atmosphere was interrupted by a knock.

The door leading into the main hall opened, revealing Gwen. In her hand she had a letter covered in dried rain spots. She stood at the door for a moment, taking in the scene she had interrupted smiling. Striding into the room, she got Harry's attention.

"Harry," she called. The boy looked at her.

"A most insistent white owl demands that you get this letter. Apparently she came in last night but she wouldn't let anyone take the letter. She just gave it up an hour ago," Gwen said, passing the letter to the boy.

"Hedwig? I've been wondering where she has been," Harry muttered. He opened the letter and gasped.

"What is it?" asked Sirius, worried over what could have possibly happened now.

"The Weasleys and Hermione were coming to the alley today," Harry replied absently.

He didn't know what to think. On one hand, Ron and Hermione hadn't been the best recently and their letters less than helpful. But they were his best friends, two people who had followed him into danger and the only two people to ever believe him.

Harry was divided. Since the troll incident, they had been thicker than thieves but human all the same. Each of them had their faults but at this point, was it really Hermione being busy and forgetting to write? Was it really Ron being lazy and lacking an owl that he didn't write? Or had they abandoned him as Ron had during the previous year? The few less than pleasant letters he had received before the will reading didn't leave much for Harry to believe in.

"When and where are you to meet them Pup?" asked Sirius. "Do you even feel well enough?"

"The C-cauldron at nine, and I feel w-wonderful," Harry replied, studying his fingers.

"How about we have a quick breakfast here and clean up. That should give you time to think about whether or not you want to see them again," suggested Remus.

The boy nodded with a heavy sigh. Minutes later he was sitting down to a light breakfast filled with his growing list of favorites plus a few new foods to try, Sirius and Remus on either side of him as the Bryns bickered, pouted, and joked on the other side of the transfigured table.

In nearly an hour, the Lupin Pack was ready to depart full, clean, potioned up, and with many promises made to the Bryns to write as much as possible and to keep on top of the potion regimens for Harry and Sirius. One step out of the door had the older men keeping a protective hand on tiny shoulders. Though it was early in the morning the alley still had it's dangers.

Slowly they walked back to the Cauldron without speaking. They needed to go back whether or not Harry chose to meet his friends as they needed to put the various potions away in their rooms. By the time they made it to the mouth of the dark alley, it was only twenty after eight. Another ten minutes spent walking through the still sleepy Diagon Alley had them at the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron.

Before they could even step over the threshold, a frizzy brown blur attached itself to Harry. Loud sobs identified the person as Hermione. Further inside the dimly lit pub stood the whole Weasley Family, long faces on every one of them, even Percy. Only two of the brood were unknown to Harry, though he could guess that they were Bill and Charlie Weasley.

It was clear something had happened.

With a choked sob Mrs. Weasley rushed forth and pulled Harry from Hermione's grasp only to press his face into her bosom and cuddle with the boy as tears streamed down her rosy cheeks.

"You poor baby!" she cried.

She continued to nuzzle Harry as her family moved closer. The Weasley Matriarch startled when her husband placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Molly-wobbles," Mr. Weasley cooed. "Let's take this to a back room dear."

It was Remus who went to secure the room from the happy barkeep.

Only once they had settled down and Tom left them several pots of tea and pitchers of different juices did the Weasley's spill forth apologies, threats, and growls. It was chaos for several seconds until Mr. Weasley stood.

"Quiet," the usually meek man demanded.

He remained standing, his gaze catching everyone's eyes before getting Harry's and staying there.

"Harry James Potter, the Weasley Family formally apologizes to you. Our motto is 'Family first, blood or not' and we have failed that. When I had read about you in the papers, I began to question my children and piece together what I knew. My conclusions shames not only myself but the rest of my family as well. It was clear from that start that you did not have the training every heir is given, that you were abused, and that we were too wrapped up in Dumbledore's lies and our own beliefs to see the truth.

"I have sat down with my family to discuss the situation and we all agree that we are in your debt. You have helped my sons in Hogwarts. You gave Charlie another dragon to love. You gave my wife and I another son. You saved Ginerva from herself.

"For that, we owe you much, including a life debt. It isn't much, but you are offered the freedom of our home, which Dumbledore and his men are barred from. Just give the word, and the Weasley's shall help you however we can."

Mr. Weasley's speech stunned Harry, who knew by the looks on their faces that the Weasley's and Hermione were very serious. When the man spoke, magic saturated the air. It vibrated gently with each declaration as Weasley blue eyes glowed bright.

"Please-" Harry didn't know what to say.

"You are human," he finally said. "You g-gave me what the D-Dursley's didn't and you s-stil do!"

Harry was beginning to get very worked up. His emotions and thoughts were rolling. The family that had practically adopted him wasn't abandoning him. They weren't going to leave him.

"Oh, my baby!" wailed Mrs. Weasley.

She scooped him up into another crushing hug that was joined quickly by Hermione and then Ginny. They all yelped in surprise as they were picked up.

Charlie had joined the group hug by lifting all of them off their feet.

After he joined, so did Sirius, Remus, and the rest of the Weasleys.

They stood there, hugging, for several moments.

"Harry, I'm so sorry!" Hermione wailed, the plain ice cream she had from Fortescue's sitting in front of her untouched.

Harry stared at her from behind his glasses and took another small bite from his polar berry ice cream. It was a delicious mix of raspberry ice cream and white chocolate chunks in the shape of polar bears. Not only did his ice cream have a no-melt spell on it, the chocolate had been charmed to growl and wriggle. He found it very amusing and very convenient to hide behind.

Hermione had been apologizing all morning as they shopped for her and the Weasley's school supplies. She continued through lunch and was still doing so through their desert. Harry had already forgiven her after the first five minutes together, part way through her explanation.

Apparently Dumbledore had told them to not contact Harry at all this summer. Then, when he had inflated his Aunt Marge, the old coot let it slip to Ron and Hermione knowing that they would not be able to contain themselves. With the negative spin the headmaster added to his story, they wrote as soon as they could.

Neither could help their reactions. They had literally written what they had thought about Harry at the time before they could logically think through. Once again this was due to the headmaster.

If it weren't for Bill Weasley, they would have been trapped in Dumbledore's spell work for who knows how much longer. The young man had checked and updated the wards around the Burrow when he noticed several oddities. Compulsions, loyalty charms, and a few other spells had been woven into the wards. It didn't take long for Bill to remove the influencing work.

The removal of those spells wasn't noticeable to anyone in the Burrow right away, but once they did, things righted themselves quickly. Hermione and the Weasleys were finally able to put together the pieces Harry had unknowingly given away. They figured out that he had been abused severely while at the Dursleys and even in Hogwarts.

"Hermione!" Harry said, exasperated. Her unnecessary apologies were ruining the wonderfulness of his ice cream. Besides, he knew that she would keep going if he didn't say anything soon, and then they would be able to speak at all. He had important information to share.

Hermione sputtered but she did stop.

"I have already forgiven you and Ron," said boy perked up and took a large bite of his frozen treat. Ron's way of showing his current mood rested in how he ate his food. While he was still eating his ice cream, it wasn't with his usual gusto.

"Can't we j-just enjoy ourselves in quite? Then I can tell you what has happened," Harry said with another bite.

"Okay," Hermione said, stunned.

The trio quietly ate. While they weren't exactly joyful, the atmosphere was less tense.

Harry was the last one to finish. Once he set down his spoon he had their full attention. He wriggled his nose and sighed. The day just got longer.

"What do you know?" he asked, unsure of how to start.

"That you were abused and Dumbledore played a large part in it," Hermione answered right away. She leaned forward.

They didn't need to ask if it was true.

"He wants to control me," Harry finally said. "Everything's been set up by him. My meeting Mrs. Weasley that day at King's Cross. Hagrid picking me up. S-Sirius being thrown into Azkaban without trial."

Harry slouched into his chair.

"What else do you want to know?"

"What are you going to do now? Surely you aren't going back to the Dursleys ever again, right?" Ron trembled. It was mostly in anger, but a small part of him was afraid for his friend, his brother. Ron knew he wasn't the best, that he was a jealous person. But he knew it and was trying very hard to make himself better in that aspect. He knew what Harry would give to have his family, to never be abused and to just be out of the mess that being the "Boy-Who-Lived" entailed.

"Never," Harry said quietly, firmly. "I won't ever be going back there. Remmy and Siri are t-taking me in. Between the three of us, we have made it so that I am in their custody. All that is left is to get a proper home."

"And how is that going?" asked Ron, curious about where Harry was going to live soon.

"S-siri has a place, it just needs a ton a w-work done," Harry frowned.

"And?" Hermione pressed, picking up the mixed emotions from Harry.

"I-I can't s-stay o-o-or h-help!" large tears began to spill over and drip from Harry's eyes.

Crying was the last thing he wanted to do, but he felt useless and even a little like he was being abandoned in the Cauldron. Siri and Remmy would be away from early morning until late, most likely crashing in their rooms and not seeing him.

"Stay at the Burrow!" Ron exclaimed.

Stunned, the other two just stared at him along with several other patrons. Embarrassed, Ron continued quietly.

"Stay at the Burrow where you will be safe and we can do stuff," Ron fiddled with his ice cream spoon.

"Ok."

The agreement was so simple and quick that Ron had to do a double take before a wide grin split his face.

"Awesome!" he shouted as he grabbed Harry and Hermione into a hug.
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