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Getting Him Back	By : wolfboygrim Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8748 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Harry paced around the room as soon as Dumbledore had left. "I cannot believe him. He comes here to finally tell me what is going on and then he pulls that I do not think you can do it so it will not hurt for me to let you try routine. If I did not need to defeat Voldemort eventually, I would not have any part of his little treasure hunt," Harry said, running his hands through his hair, making it stick up even more than it normally did.

"I know, Harry, it will be okay I promise. Just forget what Dumbledore said and we will go to Diagon Alley and get our things. I finally found out where to get the ritual set. That was the hardest part to get as it has the athame we need in all three rituals as well as the chalks we need for drawing the pentagram and the runes," Remus said, hugging Harry close to calm him.

"Then we will go and get everything. We will have to find another way to get more books if we need them though. I do not trust the book store now since he gave away all our plans to Dumbledore," Harry said. He walked over to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of floo powder. He checked to make sure he had his vault key and the small pouch of coin left over from the previous year. "Are we going?" Harry asked Remus, who had yet to move.

"Yes, let me go first just to make sure it is safe in the Leaky Cauldron. Come in about two minutes," Remus said, throwing the floo powder down and calling out "Leaky Cauldron." He was sucked into the fireplace and out of sight.

Harry waited two minutes and threw in his own handful of floo powder. Making sure his glasses were securely in his pocket and his elbows were tucked in, Harry let the powder drop and clearly called out "Leaky Cauldron," before he spun through the fire and was spit out onto the floor at the feet of a very amused Remus. "I will never figure that out," Harry said, trying to brush the soot from the pair of Sirius' robes that he was wearing for the trip through the alley.

"Here, allow me. Then we'll go and get a few things, including some new clothes of your own," Remus said. He waived his wand and silently banished the soot from Harry's robes, face, and hands. "Come on. The first stop is the bank and then I think we will get you a new trunk. You will need more space than the one Hagrid recommended before your first year," Remus said, dragging Harry out the back door of the pub. Remus tapped the bricks to open the archway and pulled Harry through so that they could meet the twins just inside the Alley, near the Menagerie.

"Hey there he is," George said.

"Our investor and," Fred said.

"Our honorary little brother plus," George added.

"The only professor we actually respected," Fred finished.

Harry shook his head. Following the twins during a conversation was difficult most of the time and nearly impossible sometimes. Like today when they seemed to be bouncing off the pavement like a pair of hyperactive pixies. "Okay, what experiment did you two eat before you came out here?" Harry asked, smiling because they really were very funny even when they were annoying you.

"Just one," George started.

"Or two . . .maybe," Fred continued.

"Three of our new Pesky Pixies," George finished.

"Pesky Pixies eh, got the idea from that idiot of a former professor we had did you? What do they do? And just one of you answer please, I am getting a headache," Harry said.

"They make you hyper and if you eat enough of them then you literally bounce off the walls," Fred and George said together.

Harry groaned when they answered. If them finishing each others sentences was not bad enough they often spoke at the same time when they wanted to be especially annoying.

"If you are finished catching up, Harry and I have some important shopping to finish up before Dumbledore or someone else finds out we are here and has a problem with it," Remus said, interrupting the conversation when he noticed how frustrated and pained Harry had started looking from listening to the twins. "Just stay somewhere where you can see us in case something happens, but I would like to have Harry to myself for a little bit," Remus added, leading Harry towards the tiny, ancient looking trunk shop across from the Menagerie.

The inside was dusty and smelled a bit like mould. The bell over the door rang loudly and from the back of the shop a slightly podgy old man shuffled into the shop itself. "Welcome to Gulliver's Travels. I'm Octavian Gulliver. How can I help you gentlemen?" he said, opening up a trunk nearby, out of which popped up a sample case and a trunk catalogue. "I have over 2,500 trunks in stock or if nothing here fits your needs I can whip up a custom job in about an hour," he said.

"We are looking for a triple wizard space saver. I do not know if this is standard for that model but we would like one compartment for clothes which will pop up like a wardrobe for easy access. It will have stay clean, permanent press, and ever fresh charms on it. The second compartment will be an ever organized multi-use space with ever fresh, stay clean, anti-theft, and easy access charms. The final space will be a trunk library. This will have the stay clean, easy access, ever fresh, and self-updating charms on it. Three locks with both magic sensor and blood wards to prevent theft. And the standard self-shrinking and feather light charms. My friends had this model when we were in school and my nephew here needs an upgrade for his current standard school trunk," Remus said.

"Certainly. I remember that model quite well. I do believe I have the deluxe available. It also has a fourth wizard space inside which is a mobile potions lab. It has charmed cabinets to put ingredients and completed potions into stasis as well as all cauldron sizes and metals and my favourite, self-stirring potion rods. They are not accepted for classroom use but really speed up home brewing. I have two quad wizard space trunks with all the charms you mentioned back here," Gulliver said, gesturing to a semi-cluttered work counter where two small trunks sat. One was a bright fuchsia with dark orange trim and black metal fittings.

"It looks like Dumbledore ordered that one, or someone with the same sense of colour coordination," Harry said quietly to Remus, who chuckled.

The other trunk took Harry's breath away. It was a deep red with dark gold accents. The locks and fittings were a lighter and shinier gold colour and there was a design of some kind in black and dark gold. "Is that a lion?" Harry asked.

"Yes it is. It was a custom job many years ago that was never picked up. I have forgotten who made the order but it was meant for their child who had just been born. They wanted to start him out early I guess," Gulliver said. "I take it that is the one that you would like?" he asked.

"How much?" Harry asked, figuring it would be a small fortune as it had been a custom made order when it was created.

"I will give it to you for 50 Galleons with an extra 7 sickles for the extra locking method. I normally do not use blood locks as they are frowned upon, but they are far more secure than tapping your wand on the lock to register your magic. Anyone can get your wand and then they can easily steal your possessions," Gulliver answered.

"Do you take key impression payment?" Harry asked. He was so used to doing everything by owl order lately that he had not even gone to the bank to fill his money bag. He figured he would remind Remus when they made it to that end of the alley since he was sure he did not have more than 10 Galleons on him at this time.

"Sure do. Most people do not carry large sums around any more. That or they make their orders by owl anyway so I just decided to take that form of payment in the shop as well. I'll just press your key here on this pad and the amount will be withdrawn right away and into my till," Gulliver said. Harry handed the shopkeeper his key and watched as it sunk into the waxy substance on the desk and then turn red. There was a soft chime and the spot turned green and Harry's key popped out of the substance and onto the desk. "There we go. All set now I just need 4 drops of blood to set up your wards and when you get back to school you will need to tap your wand on each lock and leave your magical signature on them. I would not recommend doing it now as I am not sure if the Ministry would consider that under-age magic or not.

"And I would rather not find out," Harry said. He took the knife Mr. Gulliver offered him and sliced his thumb. Pressing it to each lock in turn Harry noticed that they turned a shade darker and the metal took on a red tone mixed in with the gold. Remus healed his thumb after Harry pressed it to the fourth lock. "Is the potions lab stocked with cauldrons then?" Harry asked.

"Yes, it also has read your magic and is stocked through your sixth year with potions ingredients and books. You should not have to buy anything for Potions unless you are planning to work ahead," Gulliver answered.

"Thank you for your time Mr. Gulliver and for the trunk," Remus said, after telling Harry to shrink the trunk and put it in his pocket.

"It was my pleasure sirs. Please stop back for anything you need. Oh, and young Mr. Potter. I put in a bottomless backpack when I opened the miscellaneous space to check the charms. It will help you carry three times more than you usually could and be always light and indestructible. Use it well," Mr. Gulliver said, fading back into the back of his shop.

"If I did not know better I would think that was Dumbledore in disguise," Harry said.

"It was probably another one of his friends. I would not be surprised if he was friends with all the shopkeepers in the alley," Remus said.

The rest of the day was spent purchasing rarer potions ingredients, several ritual kits, plain black robes for the Samhain ritual, as well as any other clothes and necessities that the two needed. They also bought a few things for Sirius, including a new dressing gown as Harry had laid claim to the black velvet one. Harry insisted that Remus get a new one as well and now they all had matching black velvet dressing gowns and slippers. They hoped that they were not buying these things for nothing and that the rituals would bring the desired result.

The book they picked up from a small book store nearly in Knockturn Alley seemed more promising than anything they had seen. It explained how to combine Wicca rituals with the older forms from Celtic mythology. There was even a sample of several important ritual dates and the rituals to go along with them. This included all three of their target dates. Harry was practically dancing when he read the instructions for the Samhain ritual and realized that they had all of the ingredients they needed, including the large photo of Sirius that Remus had found in the attic.

As they were finally leaving the alley after six hours of shopping, Harry noticed a flash of silver blonde. "Oh great just what we need. Malfoy of all people to be in the alley today. Yep, here he comes," Harry said.

"Hey Potty, out here without your dogfather. Oh wait, he finally got what he deserved for being a blood traitor. Aunt Bella put him down and he barely even fought back," Draco Malfoy called out.

"Hello Ferret. I see that you have nothing better to do now that your daddy is in prison where he belongs. You will see him again soon. Eventually you will do something to get yourself thrown into Azkaban,” Harry said, working to keep himself level and not to transform into his dog/wolf and bite Draco's leg. Malfoy was the last person he wanted knowing about his illegal animagus form.

"You talk brave Pot-head but when we get back to school we will see who the real wizard is," Malfoy said.

"What, going to set me up to get caught by Filch and Snape again like you did in first year. You really think I am dumb enough to fall for that again?" Harry said.

"You scared Potter?" Draco asked, his head back in the classic stance of a pure-blood who thought they were better than anyone else.

"You wish Malferret," Harry said. He took a couple of steps towards Draco and predictably Malfoy ran off instead of escalating the fight. "I want to study that book, Remus," Harry said, hurrying toward the Leaky Cauldron. He was eager to get back home and see exactly what would happen on Halloween for the first ritual. He knew they had to do this one exactly right as it was the basis for the rituals that followed at Christmas and in the spring.

Remus hurried along after Harry. He was also eager to read the ritual now that they had finally found the correct text. He knew Dumbledore did not expect them to be able to even find the right rituals let alone complete them. Now, Remus looked forward to proving Albus wrong again and having Sirius back. He was also looking forward to adding Harry to his pack as a lover not just a friend or loved one.

As soon as they returned to the house, Remus made a pot of tea and nearly carried Harry into the bedroom so they could read the book in comfort. Remus looked through the requirements for the ritual and sighed. "Harry you will have to make the sacrifice to the god. It requires aconite and I can't touch the plant in the raw form. It would make me deathly ill in a matter of minutes. I will handle the sacrifice to the goddess in her old crone form though. She requires a burnt offering of asphodel and wormwood," Remus said.

"Draught of the Living Death?" Harry asked, remembering very well the first question Snape had asked in first year potions. "And why would the god need Wolfsbane?" Harry asked, remembering the third question he had been asked.

"The god requires Wolfsbane because it is the symbol of change. He follows the moon in his cyclical changes, as does the goddess. The god though is trapped by that change unlike the goddess who controls it. The goddess is saying goodbye to the god on the feast of Samhain as she basically kills him. How in the world do you know about the Draught already? That is a NEWT level potion because even the fumes can be dangerous," Remus asked.

"The first question Snape asked me in first year was 'Potter, what do you get when you add powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood.' Are you going to be okay around it if the fumes are dangerous and you will be burning it?" Harry asked.

"I will be fine. You would not be. That is why I said I would handle it. The Draught does not effect me as I have taken it before after a bad moon to allow me to heal. It is what they use to put patients in healing comas at St. Mungo's. The effects decrease with each use so now it just makes me slightly tired, especially since I will not be consuming it only inhaling some vapours," Remus said.

"And burning the aconite will not cause problems for you?" Harry asked, not wanting to do anything that may hurt Remus.

"No because you will be the only one in the pentagram for the sacrifice to the god. I will send you more details after you go back to school. Basically though you say a few words, ask after Sirius to see how he is and then offer the burnt offering to speed the god on his way. You will most likely feel a small tug on your magic as it sets up for the other rituals, keeping a pathway open for us. Then you will exit the circle and I will enter and do much the same only with the goddess. Then I will leave and we will offer food and drink to Sirius to aid him to get as close to the surface of the veil as he can so that it will be easier to retrieve him at Yule," Remus said, closing the book as it was getting late and he was exhausted. "Bed now. We will talk more about the ritual over the week before you have to go back to school. And I will send letters about what you need to do in more detail so you can memorize your parts," Remus said, leading a reluctant Harry, who wanted to learn everything right now, under the covers. "Sleep now cub," Remus said, running his fingers through Harry's messy hair.

"No wonder it is so messy. Everyone keeps playing with it," Harry said, sleep slurring his words slightly. Remus just chuckled before waving his wand and silently turning out the lights.

Before Harry knew it he was on the train back to Hogwarts. The summer had ended with stories of pranks and how his mum and da had fallen in love. He and Remus had taken a break from discussing the ritual. They had everything they needed stored safely in Sirius' trunk which Harry had found in the back of the wardrobe when he was putting Remus and Sirius' new things away after their shopping trip. It now held the potions ingredients, ritual book, and ritual kits they had bought as well as the black robes, pieces of the mirror and the picture of Sirius.

The train ride included the usual visit from Malfoy and his thugs Crabbe and Goyle. Harry sneered back at the ponce as he went on and on about blood traitors and how his father would be out of prison by Christmas and would make sure that everyone in the compartment met a sticky end. Harry wondered if the ferret even heard how stupid every word out of his mouth sounded.

Dumbledore made his usual announcements, including introducing everyone to their new Defence teacher. She was a tall woman with silver hair and violet eyes. Professor Artemis Spring seemed like an okay sort. But it was sort of hard to tell. Usually the defence professor did not try to kill him right at the beginning of the year, with Umbridge being the exception to that rule. Harry ate his dinner quickly, hoping to get up to the dorm and write the letter he had been composing in his head for the entire train ride before he forgot the questions he was going to ask Remus about the ritual.

His plans were sidelined when Dumbledore gestured for him to come up to the head table as everyone else was being released to go to bed. "I need to see you in my office for a few moments before you retire for the evening," Dumbledore told him, eyes twinkling like a disco ball under a strobe light.

Harry followed Dumbledore to his office reluctantly. He knew this was about their conversation this summer. Harry did not want to think about the Horcrii and how he had to play treasure hunt to destroy the pieces of Voldemort's soul. But, he had agreed to help Dumbledore so that he would not stop them from performing the rituals needed to bring Sirius back.

"Sit down. Would you like a sherbet lemon?" Dumbledore asked.

"No thank you sir," Harry said, looking at the desk rather than the Headmaster's garish pastel pink and green marked robes. They had what looked like bunnies frolicking around on them and as usual the motion made Harry's head ache.

"Now, I heard from a friend that you did a bit of trunk shopping last week," Dumbledore started. "A very nice model as well he said," Dumbledore finished, pulling another sherbet lemon from his bottomless pocket.

"Remus felt that my old trunk was not big enough for all my things to stay neat and organized. He was right. It is so much easier to find things now," Harry said, upset that the nice man at the trunk shop would have reported back to Dumbledore. "I am sure you did not call me up here to enquire about my new trunk though sir," Harry added.

"Not entirely. I will have the first part of your training on Horcrii ready tomorrow night. You will meet with me everyday at eight pm until we finish the information and memories. Then I will show you how to obtain the memory from former professor Slughorn. I expect this to take until Christmas so we will visit him on Boxing Day. I also wanted to mention again that I do not believe any good can come from dwelling on what has happened to Sirius. The idea of a ritual bringing back the dead is preposterous," Dumbledore said.

"That's because he is trapped and not dead. They never had a will reading. All the books I read stated that wills are read not more than 60 days after death. I asked the Goblins as well and they said they usually were instructed by Noble houses not to hold the will more than 30 days so it should have been on or around my birthday," Harry said. "I need to get to bed now so that I am ready for classes. What is the password for the Fat Lady's portrait?" Harry asked, a little ashamed that he had gone off on Dumbledore.

"I still think you are making a mistake. It is possible that Sirius never had a will. He was not always responsible in his choices. Just think about what I've said. I will see you tomorrow. The password is Pickled Pig Feet," Dumbledore said.

Harry neatly avoided a confrontation with Hermione when he reached the common room and fell into a restless sleep. He was not used to sleeping alone any more and missed the comforting presence of Remus and the millions of stories of Sirius and his parents that Remus would tell when Harry woke up from a nightmare. Harry finally drifted off to sleep around 2 am.

Time passed quickly and soon it was 29 September, the day before their first Hogsmeade visit. Harry remembered to send a letter to Remus asking if they needed any fresh autumn decorations only because he saw that the leaves were falling from the trees already and Hagrid was growing his monster pumpkins diligently for the Halloween feast.

Dear Remus,

Time has flown by since I saw you last. I miss hearing your stories and spending hours talking about Sirius. Things here are the same as always. Snape hates me and never fails to call on me to answer a question about something I have never heard of and that is not in our book for this year or next (I read the next book when I was looking through my trunk last weekend).

The new defence teacher seems okay so far. She knows how to cast the spells, she's letting us actually use our wands, and to her credit most of all she has not tried to kill me actively or passively (at least not yet). Otherwise, I am doing well in all my classes (at least E's if not O's) except Potions where I think Snape has me at a low A and is trying to fail me out of the class except that I score high on all the tests and he has run out of ways to sabotage my potion in an unnoticeable way.

Would you be terribly disappointed if I decided to play professional Quidditch? From your stories, Sirius would love going to the games all season. Professor McGonagall reinstated me on the team and said I would have to beat the recruiters off with a beaters bat when they saw me even after almost two years of not playing (the tournament and then my unlawful ban from Umbridge).

Dumbledore is still against our plans and keeps trying to get me to give up. He is obsessed with showing me old memories of Voldemort when he was still Tom Riddle. I have not gotten much out of them except that if possible Voldemort was already evil while he was in school. He was just better at hiding it then. Dumbledore and I both now agree that there are five more things to destroy. I think I know where one of them is also. Can you see if there is still a big silver locket in the cabinet we all cleaned last summer? Kreacher may have stolen it. If so it is behind the boiler with his collection. It has a fancy looking S in gold on it and won't open (we tried last summer).

I had an interesting dream about Sirius last night. He and I were in the bedroom talking and I was sitting on his lap. He whispered in my ear that he wanted me to know that he loved me and that he never wanted to lose me again. Then he leaned down and kissed me. I want it to be true so much that it hurts. I love him and I love you as well. Does that make me a bad person, loving two people at once? I know you said you loved me too but I am still unsure whether Sirius loves me the way I love him or if it is just because I remind him of my father or he only loves me as his godson. I do not know if I should believe what I have seen in my dream or not, but the idea of being loved by Sirius and by you in the way I love the both of you makes it easier to sleep at night.

Before I forget, Hogsmeade is tomorrow. Do I need to get anything for Halloween? You mentioned something about his favourite foods and I know he loved Pumpkin Pasties since he used to steal all of mine. That and the chocolate frogs. Also do you need me to get any leaves and mini pumpkins now that Hagrid is fussing over his pumpkin patch on a daily basis?

Always,

Harry

Since it was before breakfast, Harry knew that Remus would receive the letter and reply well before the Hogsmeade trip tomorrow. Harry was going to walk up to post the letter but Hedwig flew into the dormitory before he even had his shoes or his robes on.

Remus received the letter from Harry less than two hours later. Hedwig was a fast and efficient owl. He untied the string and unrolled a full roll of parchment. Remus chuckled at the long letter and decided to try give his cub a nice long letter in return.

Dear Harry,

I miss having you here as well and am looking forward to bringing you home for the weekend of Halloween. You have given me a lot to reply to so I will try to be as complete as I can in response to your questions. First, I have a mind to send Snape a howler in regards to his treatment of you in his classroom. I know that would likely make it worse, however, so I will not at this time. As a consolation, if you do happen to fail out or get kicked out of his classroom you can always complete your Potions NEWT at the Ministry for a small fee. Sirius had to take this option as he fell ill (I think he was given something in his pumpkin juice) and slept through the NEWT exam despite my best efforts at waking him up. It is perhaps not the best solution but it is still there.

Your defence professor is someone that I vaguely remember being a year ahead of us in school. She was a Ravenclaw if I remember correctly and her younger sister was killed by the death eater Evan Rosier. I do not think she is in league with Voldemort, but keep your eyes open since she is still very much a stranger.

As far as Dumbledore goes I think the best philosophy is just to humour him with the lessons and his constant words of advise on what we are doing. He likes to think he knows everything better than anyone else but he is just one man despite those beliefs and we will prove him wrong in the end. I do think you are correct in your assumption that Voldemort was evil while he was still in school. I think he was most likely always evil as that type of personality is very hard to create. Look at how you turned out despite how your abhorrent relatives treated you.

I saw the locket that you are talking about here last summer. I just hope it was not among the things that Mundungus Fletcher stole from the house before I kicked him out. He had helped himself to nearly all of the Black family silver (there are only 12 place settings remaining out of over 150 that there were to start). I will search the entire house for the locket and put it in Sirius' trunk when I find it. Otherwise I will have Kingsley and Tonks, without telling them what it really is, track Dung down and get it back from him or find where he pawned it.

Oh Harry, I think it would be wonderful if you were picked to play Quidditch. You may only be able to play for four or five years because it is a very rough game professionally, but then you would not really need to work after that between your salary and your family vault. Follow your heart and find something that you truly want to do with your life. And yes, Sirius would be thrilled to attend every game you were playing in, and I would be as well.

I'm not sure what to say about your dream other than to cherish what it made you feel. I can assure you that I love you as something other than Jamie's son or my honorary godson. I am not very good with those words (just ask Sirius how long it took for me to tell him I loved him), but I am good at showing how I feel. It is not an obligation for me Harry and I daresay that it is not for Sirius either. I think that you will find that this is another dream that may very well be a glimpse into the future. Only time will tell once we get the old dog back with us.

Thank you for reminding me about picking up the last few things we need. We will need several handfuls of autumn leaves. They are not really colourful around here so getting them from Hogwarts would be the best bet. If Hagrid has two small pumpkins (small by our measurements, not by his) then grab those. Also if you could get a case each of chocolate frogs, pumpkin pasties, and fizzing whizzbys from Honeydukes'. Those were Sirius' favourites and the book says to have variety of food and drink laid out for the spirit and then to share some of that food and drink before ending the ritual. I will see you soon cub.

With much love,

Remus
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