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Mediocrity	By : Redkenja Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 40273 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Alright Crazies, here is the ninth chapter. Please do note it is short once more, however it is a jumping point. Do expect the next one to be approximately one year into the future [re: Harry’s fourteenth birthday]. This chapter marks the end of what I call the “Intro Arc.” The next chapter should also be much, much longer with Wolsren business at the forefront.

“Sirius, Remus!” a voice hollered.

Remus grunted and rolled over, closer to the warmth next to him.

“Stop arguing with me elf, where are they?” a different voice continued, muffled. “Harry?”

The voices, one feminine and one masculine, were moving closer to where the sleeping trio still snoozed despite the loud noises from the creaking floorboards. Cocooned around the youngest, Sirius and Remus didn’t react any more than snuggling closer together, ultimately waking said youngest.

Eyes blurry from sleep, Harry lay where he was. He could feel Sirius and Remus on either side of him still out. Squirming, he tried to free himself but the two men were like octopi in their grip. From the sounds of it, they had two guests wandering around Grimmauld searching for them. Ones that Kreacher willingly let roam about. Thus one not out to harm them he hoped, as Sirius and Remus didn’t appear to be waking anytime soon.

“Boys!” the second voice, feminine, hollered, closer this time.

She must have been right outside the master bedroom. The door knob jiggled.

As the old door screeched open, hinges whining in protest, it woke Sirius up. The man heard the noise and immediately went on the defensive, transforming into Padfoot. He leapt off the bed without a single thought other than protecting his pack, soaring through the air and subsequently crash into the opening door and the person behind it.

“Sirius! Gerroff!” it yelled, or rather, the one who opened the door.

A flash of red hair alerted Harry to the presence of the second person in the house.

“Sirius Black, get off my husband right now!” she said, body akimbo.

Harry knew who they were, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Though why they would be here at Grimmauld he couldn’t fathom. It wasn’t as i-

“Remus!” he squirmed frantically in an attempt to get out of the man’s arms. Today was the first of September and he had to get on the Express in-he didn’t know how much time!

“R-Remus get up!” he finally shoved the man, barely making him move.

Harry flew out of the bed himself, grateful that he had some forethought in packing his trunk the night before. All he had to do was freshen himself up and change into clean clothes. That is, if he had time to do so.

Frantically he ran into the attached bathroom to clean himself up. As he slammed the door shut, he could hear his Alpha groan in reluctance. One of the more surprising facts about his new guardians was that Sirius liked to be awake while one has to drag Remus out of bed.

Quickly he brushed his teeth as the shower warmed up. He jumped in once it was warm enough and spent barely enough time to wash all of the soap off. Not even checking that he was clean, Harry hopped back out and grabbed one of the few clean towels sitting on a small table to wipe himself down quickly. As he scrubbed at his head, something hard stopped him. Pain blossomed in his mouth.

It was the toothbrush. Harry hadn’t taken it out or spat out the foamy cleaning paste before moving on to his lukewarm shower. He took two seconds to spit out the brush and frothy paste and froze. He didn’t have any cloths in the bathroom to change into. They were still in the master bedroom.

Harry listened. There weren’t any sounds on the other side of the door. Hopefully that meant no one was still in the room. He cracked the door open and peaked outside.

Damn.

All four of them were there and staring at him, even a sleepy Remus who was still wrapped up in the bedding. The adults all broke out into grins making Harry nervous.

“Harry-pup, go and take a proper, slow shower. You’re still covered in soap,” Sirius chuckled.

“But-“

“Don’t worry about time, it’s only eight and other than dressing you are ready to go pup. Now scoot!” Sirius said, getting a devious look in his eye. “Unless you need help?”

Slowly, the man got up and began walking to the bathroom.

Harry, realizing what he meant, jerked himself back into the bathroom and shut the door with a loud snap. Taking a second to look in the mirror, he did have to agree about the soap part. Suds still clung to his hair and there were a few streaks on his body.

Sighing, he turned the shower back on. As much as he loved to take his time showering, for the Dursleys denied even that to him, he just wanted to leave. Butterflies filled his stomach at the prospect of facing the population of Hogwarts with his new changes.

Stepping into the shower he allowed the finally hot water to relax his tense muscles. He breathed in slowly, letting the steam warm his mouth and lungs. Exhaling, his bowed his head and let the water beat down on his back.

After a time, he began to wash his body all over again.

Carefully he made sure that every part of him was soap free before he turned off the water and stepped out. Instead of the used towel, a fresh and fluffy one lay in its place. Harry looked around to see if maybe he had left it elsewhere by mistake.

There were no others in the bathroom.

Giving a small smile, he picked up the towel and wrapped it around himself. He stepped up to the vanity, checking in the mirror once more for soap, he grabbed his comb. Just as cautiously as before, Harry peaked outside the bathroom.

This time the room was empty except for Sirius.

The man, still in his pajamas, spread his arms out. Harry glanced around again. Coast clear, he ran into Sirius’ arms. His feet left little puddles as they wetly slapped the ground.

“Come’ere you!” Sirius playfully growled.

Holding onto his fragile armful, he flopped the two of them onto the bed. They cuddled for a few moments, enjoying the peace.

Eventually Sirius sighed and sat up, cradling Harry in his lap. Thoroughly and carefully he dried his pup. Once that task was finished, he took the comb that easily outsized the other tiny hand holding it and began to detangle the mess Harry called his hair.

While it had grown longer, the shiny black locks were only just long enough that if Harry so desired, he could put it up into a stubby pony tail without too much of it falling out.

“What would you think of your hair being longer pup?”

Perhaps he should spell the inky hair into a braided wreath around the boy’s head. A thin Dutch braid that wrapped around his head close to the hair line.

‘Nah, that would be too girly on Harry,’ tempting though it was for the man. ‘Maybe another time.’

“Um, we could let it grow out and see?”

“Of course, good idea my silly child! Now, up or down?”

Harry squirmed in his lap. Green eyes stared up at him.

“My toes are c-cold.”

Without another word, a pair of small but brightly colored socks flew into Sirius’ outstretched hand. Gently he dug one foot out to dress it in the snitch covered sock. When the tip of the sock, where the toes go, came into Harry’s sight the child gasped.

Instead of the normal rounded end, the soft material ended in five little toes. All of them were appropriately sized from biggest to smallest for their corresponding toe. The socks were tugged up and up, coming to rest just under his knee.

Sirius tucked that foot away and dug the other out to repeat the process.

“Sirius,” Harry paused. “My socks are cooler than your socks.”

The young teen gave a steady look to his godfather.

“Just you wait pup, I am not ready yet,” the man grinned in response. “Now, up or down?”

“Up?”

Harry didn’t care either way but if letting Sirius play with his hair made him happy, then he would let the man.

“Alright, one stubby dog’s tail coming up!”

“Hey!” he whined, squirming in the older man’s lap.

By the time the duo descended the stairs completely dressed for the day, it was nearly ten. A loud ruckus made them pause at the door to the kitchen. Within the comparatively small confines of the room stood, sat, or paced the various members of the Weasley Clan and the Grangers.

In one corner of the room sat piled high were seven sets of trunks, one for each student in the room. A few cages dotted the pile, their occupants quietly waiting for the long journey.

“We ready to go?” Remus asked behind them.

The two jumped and spun around with Sirius launching himself at the man, tackling him to the ground.

“P-Padfoot,” yelled Harry, surprised.

The kitchen became silent.

“Sirius!” Remus shouted, shoving the man off him. He gave his best friend a hard, searching look before standing and holding a hand out to the brunette man. It was an issue that had to be addressed another time. Their first priority was to get the children onto the train safely.

With a grunt, the two men stood and shook themselves out.

“Right, we have enough time to walk to the station. I figure no one expects us to take such a muggle route. The trunks and things will be shrunk and the owls sent ahead on their own. Any questions?” Remus asked, addressing the small crowd.

Mummers of agreement filled their air. Owl owners snatched up their familiars and took them to the available window, whispering directions. Harry didn’t have to worry. Hedwig had been told the previous day so she could have a leisurely flight to Hogwarts.

The adult wizards cast the shrinking charms while Mrs. Weasley and the Grangers fussed over all of the children but Harry. They weren’t quite sure how to approach him. Mrs. Weasley kept sending glances his way.

It was alright with Harry as he didn’t want her coddling. She wasn’t his mother nor was she a pack mate. Even though he was close with the Weasleys and Hermione, things were different. Their connection wasn’t as close or important as it used to be.

Remus said it was part of his inheritance. Since his thirteenth birthday, his body had been preparing itself, becoming fertile to begin attracting mates. Eventually his kinship with Remus and Sirius would diminish and become almost nothing by the time he turned fourteen. This time next year Harry would be seeking his first of five mates and a year after that he would have his own pack with cubs potentially on the way if his mates didn’t want to wait.

“Alright! Time to step off,” announced Remus. “It’s a short walk, maybe fifteen minutes if we go slowly.”

Trunks and cages were pocketed by their owners and off they went for a brisk walk to King’s Cross Train Station. True to Remus’ promise, it took the large group barely a quarter of an hour to make it to the busy station.

In pairs, they casually stepped through the magical barrier between platforms nine and ten to greet a red steam engine. The Hogwarts platform wasn’t quite busy just yet. Only a few students and their families wandered about, fewer still grouping together to chat. Some students were even on the train already, claiming compartments before they filled up.

“Common you lot, let’s get you a nice place at the end,” ushered Mrs. Weasley.

It was a little strange for her and her family to be at nine and three quarters so early. Every year it seemed like they barely got their students loaded and kissed before the red trained pulled out.

This year was also different in that the children would know two adults riding on the train with them besides the lady who sold sweets and snacks. Sirius and Remus would be traveling with them, though in a compartment of their own unless the children decided to visit them.

“We’ll be in the very back, but you are free to join us,” Sirius said as they walked to the end of the train carts.

Standing aside, the Weasley and Granger elder contented themselves with small talk as their children fanned out along the back end of the train to find a compartment fitting their needs. As many in the group guessed, the Golden Trio chose to stay with the rest of Harry’s pack. Even Ginny found her own compartment with the promise to visit later.

As the station began to fill and the clock ticked closer to eleven, trunks were resized and stored in the overhead racks. Hermione’s cat, Crookshanks, was set loose in their compartment.

“Ready Harry?” she asked.

“No.”

“Why not mate?”

Normally their dark-haired friend chomped at the bit to return to their school. He was always more than ready to leave the Dursleys and the summer behind.

The other boy sighed.

“Because I would rather not have to deal with the rest of the students,” he bit out.

“Oh, but at least Remus and Sirius will be there right?”

“Yeah mate, you can always escape to their chambers if it gets to be too much!”

“He’s right pup.”

All three of them jumped. Remus and Sirius had left the compartment as soon as the trunks were expanded, leaving them to get settled while they reassured Mrs. Weasley one last time.

Now, leaning against the door frame, Sirius gave a hard look at the trio.

“If you ever need a place to escape, you can always come to us. With that being said,” the man ran a hand through his wild mane. “Ron, Hermione, if either of you notice something off about Harry come to us immediately. We don’t know how his inheritance is going to happen. We may have that book and some correspondents, but it’s all still quite secretive.”

“We’re depending on you two, Harry might not always be able to notice or even alert us if something happens to him.”

Remus had returned, a grave look on his face.

“The last thing we want is anyone getting hurt. Now, it’s time to give your parents one last good bye Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger; it’s nearly eleven,” the man shooed them out.

“Would you like to say good bye too, Harry?”

“No, I-I…” the boy trailed off, uncomfortable.

“It’s alright,” Sirius cooed.

He picked the young boy up and plopped the two of them on the squishy bench. After maneuvering a few limbs, they were comfortably settled with the Wolsren book propped up on Sirius’ lap.

Not even ten minutes later, the other two thirds rejoined them small pack as the train began to chug it’s way out of the platform and towards Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Note that this story is also on AFF, which will be the more graphic one at some point relatively soon [more like two chapters] so that I may [hopefully] stay within FF’s ToS.

One Final note: I have a bookface thing, Anicia Red, where I give updates regarding the upcoming chapter. This does include when it is going to be posted.

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