#wolfstar raises harry

[redadidassneakers]

Wolfstar raising Harry

Harry: *watching Remus pour Coca-Cola down the sink* what are you doing?

Remus: I’m using this to dissolve whatever gunk is clogging the drain

Harry: cool, do you think it will dissolve the screwdriver that’s down there?

Remus: the fucking what?

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[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Poisoned out of Love

A giggle followed by shushing sounds had Sirius mentally preparing himself for whatever mess the troublesome duo had made this time. It was a shame that Remus was still out cold from yesterday’s full moon.

“Are you sure this is the right recipe?” Harry asked, no doubt with his hands on his hips—something he picked up from Remus. “It smells funny.”

“That’s the whole point, Harry,” Draco said with so much sass that it had Sirius snickering behind his hand the closer he got to the kitchen. “Poison is supposed to stink.”

Poison?

“What’s going on here?” Sirius demanded as he rounded the corner and came to a standstill at the sheer disaster that replaced what used to be a clean kitchen.

“Nothing,” they said in unison, innocent eyes blinking up at him. Yeah, that quit working on him years ago.

“That might have been believable if you didn’t have dirt on your chin, Draco. And Harry you have something slimy on an ear.”

Instead of cleaning off themselves, they cleaned each other. Sirius tried to remain strong and firm, but his heart melted when Harry gently wiped Draco’s chin.

When Draco grinned—a front tooth missing—and giggled as he wiped whatever the hell Harry managed to get on his ear, Sirius was pretty sure his heart exploded.

They were too cute.

“What is this I hear about poison?”

As expected, Harry rubbed his shoe into the floor, contrite and already apologetic. Also expected was the way Draco stomped his foot and crossed his arms.

“I’m not sorry!”

“I know you aren’t, Draco. You never are,” Sirius sighed, coming closer to the table. He blinked rapidly when he realized the ‘cauldron’ they used was actually the dog bowl.

“What’s in this?” Sirius wrinkled his nose at the smell. He probably should have asked better questions or scolded them properly like Remus would have, but where was the fun in that?

“Poop.”

“Milk.”

Sirius closed his eyes before placing his head in his hands. “I’m not even going to ask. What possessed you to want to create this monstrosity?”

When Harry opened his mouth, Draco turned to him angrily.

“No, don’t tell him! If you tell him then he won’t let us poison McMillan.”

McMillan? He couldn’t remember what their kid looked like, but as far as he knew McMillan was their classmate in Magical Care for the Youth.

“I’m not going to let you poison McMillan at all.”

Another foot stamp had him huffing a laugh as he debated on whether it would be rude to vanish their ‘potion’.

He knew better, he really did, but he still asked, “And what did McMillan do that deserves a good poisoning?”

“He made Harry cry!” Draco said, hand slamming on the table. “That’s not okay. No one gets to make him cry.”

That little snot nosed brat made Harry cry? How dare he.

“Carry on then.”

Harry and Draco barely began to cheer when a disappointed, “Sirius, really?”

Sirius turned around; hands raised as he tried to think of an excuse.

“Save it,” Remus waved a hand as he made his way to a chair and collapsed down. “I knew something was wrong when those two went quiet. It’s never a good sign.”

Two outraged, “Hey!”

“But Moony, he made Harry cry! My little baby cried!”

“I’m not a baby.”

“Sometimes parents say that,” Draco said solemnly. “My father says that every time I dress up for galas.”

“You are adorable in your dress robes,” Sirius agreed, cringing at the fact that he agreed with Lucius on anything.

“What about me?” Harry pouted. “Am I cute?”

Before they could respond, Draco nodded rapidly, hair falling into his face. “The cutest!”

Harry blushed, twirling a little at the praise. How come he never did that when Sirius praised him?

“Yes, you are both cute,” Remus said, eyes closed and head resting on the table. Sirius ran a hand down his back, rubbing out any knots that he could find. “But not cute enough to get away with poison.”

“Aww, not fair!” Harry pouted.

“If I could cite my sources on why we should be allowed to, can I then poison him?”

Remus lifted his head, brows raised and reluctantly intrigued. “What kind of sources?”

“No,” Sirius laughed, for once feeling like the adult that he pretended to be. “No poisoning him. How about we settle for a strongly worded letter to his parents?”

Draco’s nose wrinkled. “I don’t approve.”

Sirius took a deep breath. Why couldn’t Harry have come home best friends with another child?

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he deadpanned. “Now, let’s clean this up and get ready for our monthly fun day.”

Draco and Harry gasped, rushing around the kitchen to put everything away.

“Ice cream!”

“Pizza!”

“Movie!”

They continued to shout until everything was clean and they dragged Remus to the couch. Every month on the day after the full moon, they all squeezed onto one couch and indulged on all of Remus’ favorite things in an attempt to make him feel better.

“Sirius, you’re my favorite cousin.”

“What do you want, brat?” Sirius narrowed his eyes, hating that his chest puffed out at being Draco’s favorite.

“Can we watch a scary movie?”

“No,” Remus shook his head. “The last time we did that you refused to go home for a solid week. As much as I love you, you don’t live here.”

Draco blushed, face heating up as he admitted, “That’s because Harry is my comfort pillow.”

Sirius saw the way Remus melted at that, and he was right there with him.

“Do we have anything pressing this week?” Remus asked, already giving in much to the enjoyment of Draco and Harry who were jumping up and down.

“No, and I don’t think Narcissa will mind as Lucius has business in France.”

“He doesn’t have business,” Draco argued, nose wrinkling. “Father has no job.”

Sirius snorted, ignoring the elbow in his side from Remus.

“Alright, we can watch a scary movie.”

“And I can stay for two weeks?” Draco asked, innocent eyes that were never innocent blinked up at him.

“One week.” Sirius couldn’t believe that he was negotiating with a child.

“Three weeks.”

Remus laughed, waving away Sirius’ glare as he continued to laugh.

“One and a half,” Sirius countered.

Draco made a considering noise, one finger on his chin as he thought about it. “Deal, but I get to bunk with Harry.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “I’m not stupid enough to separate you two.”

“Come on Draco,” Harry pulled on his friend’s hand. “Let’s go get the drinks.”

The sound of excited talking, little giggles and laughter echoed back to them, and it filled Sirius with warmth.

“We’ve got good kids.”

There was a time when he would have argued that they only had one kid, but now there was nothing to it.

They had two kids, and they were pretty perfect if he did say so himself.

Poisoning and all.

#drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #Wolfstar #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #Wolfstar raises harry #kid Harry #kid Draco #poor McMillan

[anticomedygarden]

magic

-

“Cake!” Harry squealed from atop his high chair. 

Sirius grinned and tried to wipe a bit of the frosting Harry had flung at him off his face. “What’s the magic word?”

“Accio!” he shrieked, though it came out sounding more like a-sio. 

“Technically, he’s not wrong,” Remus said, sitting down next to them. “Accio is definitely a magic word.”

“But it’s not the magic word,” Sirius argued. “He’s got to learn-hey!” 

Remus blushed from where he was handing Harry another piece of cake. “It’s his birthday,” he said sheepishly. “He should get cake.”

Merlin, wasn’t that a statement. Sirius could hardly believe that Harry was already two. It seemed like just yesterday that James had called from St. Mungo’s with Lily that he had been born, and Sirius tried not to think that it should have been them here instead. 

He winced when another bit of cake hit him in the arm. “You’re supposed to eat it, Haz, not throw it,” Remus told the toddler. 

“Cake!”

“Yes, you’ve said that.”

Sirius smiled. Today was a happy day. 

-

word count: 177 @wolfstarmicrofic

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[oxydiane]

so is anybody going to write the “harry starts dating cedric and when the latter meets sirius he gets the ‘i may not actually have committed the murders i was imprisoned for but do not be deluded for one second that i don’t know thirty-seven different ways to kill a man. i am harry’s godfather hello. he is my entire world’ talk” fanfic or am i just going to have to make it myself

#remus would be worse #waiting for new laptop to arrive so i can try to put down the mess in my head #but fr i need more shovel talk fics i think they are lovely #more specifically harry’s family blasting cedric’s ass because cedric is such a well mannered good boy but he’s also Older and Popular #the sirens in everybody’s head ringing #harry potter #sirius black #cedric diggory #harry james potter #hedric #harry x cedric #sirius raises harry #wolfstar raises harry #remus lupin

[my-moony-and-padfoot]

When I...

TW: suicide attempt

Wordcount: 3 500 Okay, so. It really is sad and all that, and probably triggering because even I cried while writing it, so I'm already sorry about that. In all seriousness, there's nothing too graphic really, it's just mentioned how he does it but if you get triggered easily, please read something else. Also harry is there (not when he does it I'm not that cruel)

“Moons?” Remus hummed sleepily, running his hand through Sirius' hair, waiting for what the boy had to say. “When I die, I want to be buried somewhere nice.”

“Somewhere nice?” He asked, waking up as he tried to process what Sirius had just said. Sirius did say random things from time to time, but this sounded like something more than just a random thought before falling asleep. “Why're you thinking of dying, love? Everything alright?”

“Mhm, just came to mind.” He said. “wanted to tell you.”

“Okay, baby.” Remus whispered into his hair, before kissing his head. “Go to sleep, let's talk tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay.”

Now that the conversation they had last night wouldn't stop repeating itself in his head, along with the last few weeks and what happened today. He really should've thought something about it and not just ignored it like he had.

Maybe he'd be holding Sirius' hand on their bed, instead of this hospital one. The room smelled so much like antiseptic that it made him feel sick. Maybe if he had asked more questions about his statement last night, instead of just telling him that they'd talk tomorrow.

He looked at the clock on the wall, it was half past ten already. He pulled out his phone, searching for Hope's contact, hoping she'd still be awake. “Hi mum.” He whispered when the phone was picked up after a few rings. “Sorry to wake you.”

“You didn't, rem. What's up, already Missing Harry?” She asked with a little laugh, and Remus almost felt like crying at that. He glanced at Sirius, before looking down at the floor.

“It's- it's not that.” He said, trying to block out the beeping noise of the heart rate monitor next to the bed Sirius was in. “We're in the hospital.”

“What's happened?” She asked, immediately getting worried. “Did something happen to you?”

“No mum, I'm okay.” He whispered. “It's Sirius. H-he tried to-.” Remus couldn't find himself to actually say the right words. It felt like too much, too real, too soon. “There was so much blood, mum.” He said quietly, trying to fight back the tears that burned in the corners of his eyes.

“Oh God.” It was quiet for a moment and Remus could tell she was trying not to cry too.

When Remus came from work, he had found Sirius laying on the bathroom floor. The place looked like a murderer scene, there was blood everywhere, and there was way too much of it. Then there was a half empty bottle of his medicine laying on the floor next to him.

He had tried to stop the bleeding by pressing on the way too deep looking wounds on his wrists. He was still awake, but it seemed like he was only barely there.

C'mon love, you gotta keep them pretty eyes open for me. No, no don't close them, you can't fall asleep now, okay? We gotta stay awake for a bit. Just keep them open, look at me, baby, please.

No, no, no… Remus, please. Please no.

He closed his eyes just as the paramedics came in. Remus just stood there, shaking with tears streaming down his face, as they tried to bring him back.

He eventually ended the phone call with his mum, promising to call her as soon as something would happen. He wiped his eyes, before looking at Sirius, he looked peaceful and beautiful, Remus thought, but then he realized he probably shouldn't think like that, considering the state that the boy was currently in.

“I love you.” He whispered into the hospital room, he didn't know whether Sirius could actually hear him or not, but that didn't matter, the silence was basically eating him alive. “Harry does too, and mum.” He smiled slightly, wiping his eyes again. “And James, Lily and Reggie.” Loved. “Maybe they still do, y'know? Maybe they're out somewhere watching over us?” He reached his other hand to brush away the stray strand of hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear.

“I'm so glad you're still here with me, and not out there with them, I think they're too.” He didn't bother with wiping away the tears anymore, they wouldn't stop even if he tried. “I was really scared, still am, but I know you'll be fine. Maybe not right now, and you don't have to be, but eventually, right?”

“You'll be fine.” He repeated quietly. “And I'll help you, I promise.” He hated himself for not noticing how bad it had gotten again. Or maybe he noticed but just didn't react to all of the little signs for a reason he couldn't remember now.

“Harry's okay, I called mum. S-she said that they had a fun day. He even got ice cream, and they baked cookies too.” His rambling drowned out the annoying noises the machines made, at least to him. And maybe Sirius could hear him, maybe. “We forgot to pack Mr. Froggie, but he had told mum that he's a big boy, and he can go one night with just his bunny.” He smiled slightly, rubbing his thumb over the back of Sirius' hand, just above the bandages.

“I'm pretty sure he'll wake up in the middle of the night and wonder where it is, he always does, doesn't he?” Remus said. “Then he'll crawl into mum's bed, saying he needs snuggles because his froggie isn't there. I don't think she'll be sleeping, though.”

“She's pretty worried, too.” He whispered. “mum s-she said something about when we dropped harry there. She said that she noticed you acting off somehow, I didn't. I'm sorry I didn't, love, I really am.”

“Don't.” Remus looked up from their hands, as Sirius opened his eyes, looking around the room, his eyes trying to adjust to the sudden brightness before he looked at Remus. “ 's not your fault.” His voice was hoarse, the total opposite of what it usually was.

“Y-you're awake.” He said, as if not believing what he was seeing. Sirius just nodded. He reached to press the button that called for the nurse.

“Why?” He whispered, coughing a bit as he looked at the button then back at Remus.

“They asked me to press it when you'd wake up.” He explained and Sirius nodded again, before looking around the room. The nurse came in soon, it was the same one Remus had seen earlier, she was really nice, that's at least what he thought. He couldn't quite recall her name though, he was sure she introduced herself, but he just couldn't remember it.

“Hi, I'm Lucy.” She smiled. “Good to see you're awake, Mr. Black. How are you feeling?” She asked, walking over to the bed and checking something, something Remus couldn't name even if he tried.

“I don't know.”

“Okay, that's understandable, does something hurt? I can give you some medicine if so.” Sirius shook his head, and she nodded. “That's good, just press the button if you need something.”

Sirius nodded slightly. “The doctor and someone from our mental health staff are going to come to talk with you soon, and then we'll go from there.”

“Okay.” He whispered, glancing at Remus for a minute before looking away again.

“So here is the remote that controls the bed if you want to adjust your position, and this red one here calls for a nurse.” She explained, and Sirius nodded again. “One more thing and I'll be on my way, can you move your hands?” She asked, and Sirius nodded showing her, once Remus let go of his hand. “Okay, how about your fingers, can you curl them up?” He showed her with both of his hands, curling them into fists before relaxing them again.

“Good, can you feel this normally?” Lucy asked, brushing her fingertips on the back of his hand, he nodded. “how about this?” Now she brushed her fingertips over his.

“Yeah.”

“Good. So like I said, a doctor will come soon, and just press the button if anything comes up.” Sirius nodded, and she left the room, leaving them alone once again.

“Why're you here?” Sirius asked once the door closed. Remus just stared at him for a minute before figuring out an answer.

“Because you're my boyfriend, and I found you. Why'd you think I'd leave you alone?” He just shrugged, looking away, but took Remus hand back into his. “I'm not gonna leave you alone, baby, never, especially not now.”

“Okay.” he said, going back to looking around the room instead of Remus. “You should go home, you don't like hospitals.”

“I don't, but I want to be with you.”

“What about Harry?”

“He's at-”

“I know, but we promised to pick him up in the morning.”

“I know.” He said, and Sirius nodded, about to say something, but he was interrupted by the doctor coming into the room.

“Remus? Can you, um-?”

“Yeah, I'll be back later.” He said, getting up from the chair that was pulled closer to the bed. He left the room, going to the waiting area to get some tea for himself.

The doctor and the other one, Sirius, didn't remember her name, but they asked a lot of questions. About his history, what had been happening lately, his relationships, family things, just about every single thing there was to ask about.

He didn't really feel like talking, not just about this, but he just didn't want to talk. He felt exhausted for some reason, even though he had just woken up. He just wanted to sleep, and be alone, and preferably go home.

But he wouldn't be able to go home, not at least for a few days. That's what they said, at least.

“We need to keep an eye on your wounds for any infections.”

“We're afraid for your own safety as well as others around you, so therefore we'd like to keep you here at least for a few days or until you get more stable.”

He agreed with them, kind of. Somewhere in the back of his head, he knew it would help, and be better than going home right now. But then there was a part of him that wanted to argue and say that he was fine. That he didn't actually mean for this to happen, which was partly true. He meant to end up somewhere entirely different than in this bed, but he did mean to do it, so he couldn't say he didn't.

He did feel guilty, but he wasn't even sure for what. He felt angry, too, more at himself than at anyone else. Angry and disappointed that he couldn't even do this properly.

It felt like his mind was running, but at a super slow speed. It felt like there was no way to let them out, all words seemed too dull to describe the bad he was feeling, and he felt like he couldn't even cry, kind of like he wasn't allowed to.

They left after a while and Remus came back, he sat down on the edge of the bed, Sirius looked up at him, asking for his hand, which Remus gladly gave. “I don't want to talk.”

“We don't have to.” He said softly, and Sirius nodded.

“I have to be here for a few days at least.” He said, and Remus nodded. “And you have to go home.”

“Not today, I don't.” He said. “Unless you want me to.”

“I don't.” He had tears in his eyes now. “I'm scared, rem.” He whispered, barely audible.

“What are you scared of, baby?” He asked, caressing his cheek, catching the few tears that fell down with his thumb.

“I-i don't know.”

“That's okay.” Remus whispered. “I promise, love.”

Sirius let out a cry at that, tears starting to spill out of his eyes. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't be, nothing to be sorry for.” Sirius wiped his eyes, but the tears wouldn't stop. “I love you, Sirius.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead, before wiping away the tears himself.

“L-love you too.”

– – –

The next day, Remus left to go home, he didn't really want to, but he had to take care of Harry as his mum had other things to attend to for the next few days. But first he'd have to clean in their flat before he could go pick the boy up.

When he was done, he drove to his mother's house. “Where's padfoot?” Harry asked, once he had said goodbye to Hope and was buckled into his car seat.

“Did- did grandma tell you anything about what's been going on?” He glanced at the boy from his rearview mirror, seeing him shake his head.

“Jus' said that, only you pick me up.” Harry said, and Remus nodded, biting the inside of his cheek. “That you'd tell me something.”

“We'll have a little chat when we get home, okay, haz?” He nodded, looking out of the window. “How was your sleepover, did you have fun with grandma?”

“Mm had fun, we- we baked cookies and I got ice cream when we watched a movie.” Harry explained excitedly. “But didn't have froggie, couldn't sleep. He's home?”

“Yeah, love. He's home, you'll get him as soon as we get there, okay?” Harry nodded. “Did you go to grandma when you couldn't sleep?” He asked, wanting to make sure he wasn't alone, because Harry sometimes did that, not wanting to tell someone when he was upset or couldn't sleep or was feeling unwell, and it didn't really matter who it was, he just was like that sometimes.

“Mhm. Got snuggles.”

“That's good, baby.” He said with a little laugh, before fully focusing back on the road. When they got there, Harry went straight to his room, going to get the frog stuffed animal, before following Remus to the living room.

“Come sit with me.” He said, patting the place next to him on the sofa, and Harry climbed up, sitting down next to Remus. “Padfoot is in the hospital because he isn't feeling so well right now. But he's getting help there.”

Harry nodded, with tears in his eyes, and Remus felt so bad for ruining his happy mood, but he needed to be told. He didn't want harry to be confused by Sirius not being there and if he wasn't explained, Remus knew his mind would come up with a hundred different explanations as to why Sirius “left them” because that would probably be how the boy would see it.

“What happened?” He asked timidly, glancing up at Remus, before looking down at his stuffed animal, playing with its short fur.

“Padfoot has been feeling really sad lately, and hurt himself, and now he has to get a bit of care in the hospital.” He explained, trying his best to find the right Words, after about a hundred google searches he made on how to approach the situation. “You know, you have bad days sometimes, don't you? Like you might feel sad, or angry, guilty, disappointed at something or someone.” Harry nodded, looking back up to Remus.

“Well sometimes grown-ups get bad days too, and sometimes they don't end. They just feel those things for many days or even months.” He wasn't sure if he was using the right words or using a language that was age appropriate for harry. He just hoped he was doing at least something right. “And when that happens, they might have to take medicine to help, or go speak with someone. Quite like you talk with me and padfoot when you're feeling bad.”

“Okay.”

“Haz, I want you to know that it's no one's fault, not yours, not moony's or padfoot's, okay? It's no one's fault because when those things happen you can't really control it.” Harry nodded again. “It's a bit hard to understand, isn't it? But that's okay, you can ask as many questions as you want, or not ask them at all. It's okay.”

“Okay, moony.”

“How are you feeling, it can be a bit hard to talk about, you don't have to if you don't want to, or you can tell me or draw if you don't know, whatever you want, okay, baby?” Harry nodded, looking back down. “Do you have any questions?”

“ 's padfoot coming back?”

“He is, but we can't be sure when, just yet. But he'll come back home, love.” Harry crawled into Remus lap, resting his head against Remus' chest, who wrapped his arms around the boy. “We can probably go see him tomorrow, would that be nice?”

“Mhm.” He whispered, rubbing his eyes, and Remus gently took his hands away before wiping away the tears that had started falling. “It's scary.”

“I know, it is a bit scary. But it's okay to be scared or sad, or even angry, it's all okay. What're you scared about?” Harry just shrugged, leaning more against him, hiding his face into Remus' chest. “That's okay, Haz.” He whispered softly, kissing his head, as Harry continued to cry.

After a while, Harry looked up at Remus, rubbing his eyes for a moment. “I wanna make a picture for padfoot.”

“Okay, baby, let's go to your room then.” He smiled slightly and Harry nodded, getting up and pulling Remus with him to his room.

– – –

The next day, Remus made sure they could actually go see him, and Sirius had said that it's okay and that he wanted to see harry. When they got to the hospital parking lot and out of their car, Harry just looked at the big building, turning to Remus and raising his arms up, asking to be picked up.

Remus did. “Aw, baby. It's a bit overwhelming, isn't it?” Harry nodded, slightly. “That's okay, I know it looks really big, but I promise I know where we gotta go, and we'll see padfoot in no time.”

“Okay.”

“Ready to go?” Harry nodded, leaning against Remus' shoulder. They made their way inside, and up to the room Sirius was staying in.

“Wanna knock on the door?” Harry nodded, quietly knocking on the door before Remus opened it. “Gonna set you down now, okay?” He whispered, setting harry down on the floor once he nodded. “Hi, love.” He said, closing the door behind him.

“Hi, rem.” Sirius looked up slightly, giving him a small smile.

“Padfoot.” Harry said, smiling and running over to the bed he was sitting in once he had looked around the unfamiliar room for a bit. Remus walked over too, lifting the boy up on the bed, before sitting down on the edge of it. “I missed you.” He said, throwing his arms around Sirius' neck.

“I missed you too, pup. So much.” Sirius smiled for real now, as he hugged Harry back, and Remus could see a tear drip down, but it was quickly wiped away before Harry could see.

“Made you a picture.” He said, looking at Remus who was holding his back bag, where the drawing was. Remus dug it out and gave Harry the picture, who gave it to Sirius.

“Thank you, I love it, Haz, it's really pretty.” Harry smiled timidly, as Sirius set the picture down on the small table next to his bed. Then he just leaned against Sirius' who wrapped his arms around the boy, kissing his head.

“I have to stay here for a bit still.” Sirius said, looking at Remus, running his hand through Harry's hair at the same time. “T-they're still worried.”

“There's no rush, baby. You're healing, it takes a bit of time.” Sirius nodded. “What happens after they discharge you?”

“I get to go home, but I have to start seeing a therapist or something, I don't know yet. And they're going to describe me some new meds. You know, so I can't-”

“I know, love.” He smiled, offering his hand for Sirius to take, who took it, a small smile coming to his lips for a moment, but it faded quickly.

“Padfoot?” Harry asked, looking up. “Love you.”

“I love you too, cub. So, so much.”

Before they had to leave, Harry stopped them at the door, looking at Remus and asking for his back bag. When he got it he dug out the frog stuffie that he was adamant of packing with them, but refused to say why he needed to have it with him. He walked back over to the bed, giving the frog to Sirius. “ 's for you.”

“Thank you baby, but you don't have to give froggie to me, I'm sure you need it much more."

Harry shook his head. “Want to. You need him.” He explained, and Sirius nodded, taking the stuffie. “Helps.” He whispered, looking up at Sirius.

“Oh haz.” He whispered, blinking away the tears, before giving a hug to the boy over the edge of the bed. “thank you, really love it. You'll get him right back, though, when I come home, okay?”

“Okay.”

AN: I hope you like it

Second part of this

I'm sorry for all the inaccuracies there probably are. But it's a work of fiction after all, so does it matter that much? Well anyway I tried to do research and read a lot on the subject, buy still I'm sorry if something doesn't make sense or is just wrong.

I don't know if I have much time to write next month as I have work and then I'm starting in a new school in August, but I'll try to get something written at least once a month :)

Anyway, see you

<3

#sirius black #remus lupin #sirius orion black #remus john lupin #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #wolfstar #wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar raises harry #baby harry potter #fluff? #wolfstar angst #angst #fluff and angst #tw sui implied

[fonkeloog]

Forbid

'If, -God forbid- anything happens to the both of us, we hereby declare Sirius Orion Black and Remus John Lupin to be the *only* people allowed to gain custody over our son.'

Remus clenches his jaw as he watches the realisation sink in. These are the final words of Lily and James Evans-Potter. Their final wishes. And they're read 3 years too late. 3 years, in which an innocent man has been locked away in hell on earth. 3 years, in which his nephew has been hidden away with the foulest sort of people. 3 years, in which Remus hasn't smiled. 3 years of fighting the highest institution of wizarding society.

3 years of tears, anxiety, and hopelessness. And he'd do this for 3 more years if it meant seeing the way Sirius' posture deflated when the verdict rang through the room. He'd take 3 more years if it meant he'd get to experience the thrill of getting to bring his boys home. He'd take 3 extra years if it meant he could relive the moment that one word was spoken.

"Innocent."

@wolfstarmicrofic

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[tracingpatternswrites]

The prompt today is again for @wolfstarmicrofic and I bring you a little Wolfstar raises Harry bit.

”AGAIN!” shrieks Harry excitedly as Sirius captures him, matching his godson’s laugh before hoisting him back into the air, catching him easily.

Remus watches them fondly from behind his sunglasses, a warmth settled in his chest at the sight of them. Harry’s pure undiluted joy, green eyes glittering as he’s gasping for air between fits of laughter, the love and affection plainly visible on Sirius’ face whenever he looks at the boy, his grey eyes shining and the muscles in his arms flexing as he once again catches him easily before setting him back down on the ground, the boy clinging to one of his arms.

”Nooo! Againnn, Pa’foot!” Harry demands with a whine, hanging on to him as he bounces on his feet.

”Padfoot needs a breather, mate,” Sirius laughs, breathlessly, slumping down on the lounger next to Remus, Harry still tugging at his arm.

”Padfoot’s getting old, Haz,” Remus teases, lips quirking at the indignant noise coming from Sirius.

”Lies,” he huffs.

”Why are you old, Pa’foot?” Harry questions as he climbs on top of Sirius, settling on top of him with a pout.

”Yeah, why are you old, Pads?” Remus echoes with raised eyebrows, not bothering to hide his smirk as Sirius snorts.

”It’s no fun when you’re old,” Harry complains with a dramatic tone, wriggling on top of his godfather, ”you should be a boy like me and Moony.”

Sirius pretends he doesn’t hear Remus’ chortle, his hands clamping down on Harry, fingers poking at the boy’s sides where he was the most ticklish, making him squirm and shriek with laughter.

”I’ll show you old, you little terror.”

#wolfstar microfic #wolfstar raises harry #sirius is not old #only maybe a little bit #domestic wolfstar #young harry #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter

[krethes]

Hi, it's Wednesday. Have some angst.

C/w: James and Lily have recently canonically died

Remus was the one getting up in the middle of the night when [Harry] fussed, rushing in the dark to change a nappy or soothe him when he cried. And good gods above and below, the poor thing cried a lot. Sometimes, Remus cried with him. Cried for the people they lost, the most important ones in their lives. Harry cried, looking for his parents, for he knew not where they went. Remus cried for his best friends because he did know where they went, and knew there was no way to get them back.  …Well, there was a way. The first night with Harry, Remus broke into his childhood home to pick up some of his old baby things. His father had abandoned it a few years back when Remus's mam died, but left everything as it was under layers of blood wards. Remus found his dad's study strewn with papers and hand-bound books, scrolls upon scrolls of research and diagrams and alchemy sigils. Ingredients stored and half-used, a scorched circle in the garden. Resurrection. Necromancy. Whichever you called it, the magic was dark and dangerous, but it called to Remus in the same way the sea did, because dark and dangerous was literally in his blood.  He'd taken the lot of his father's research and shrunk it down, but hadn't had a chance to really delve into it just yet. He was single-parenting a one-year-old, after all, since Sirius decided he'd rather [REDACTED] than face his fucking emotions. 

#wip snippet #wip #angst #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #harry potter #canon divergence #wolfstar raises harry

[loop-deloo]

ghosts?

kind of got away from the prompt and ended up way longer than i thought and is very not proof read but i have a shift till midnight so i’m hoping for the best!

for prompt “regret”  @wolfstarmicrofic

Harry has no idea how he got here. The regret has settled deep in his bones and he’s staring kind of vacantly ahead. 

The kitchen around him is a mess, a day of use and now it might be unusable. Sirius would be so disappointed. Well, he wouldn’t be, he would just laugh and agree that it was certainly an adventure.

Remus, Remus would scold him but then Harry would catch him watching amusedly from the doorway as Harry cleaned everything up by hand. Harry’s eyes flick over to the doorway unconsciously and the vacant expression vanishes. 

Because there Remus is, staring amusedly. It seemed like he’s trying to pull his face into some sort of admonishment but can’t quite manage it. Sirius is freely cackling from behind him. Hands on his knees, gasping for breath, he holds nothing back.

So Harry looks around again miserably, “I’m sorry! It sounded easy when Hermione told me how to do it! Ron did it just fine! I don’t know what I did wrong!”

“I think next time it might be good to use the cover on the mixer, love.” Remus says walking to pick the discarded cover from under splatters of batter.

Harry’s eyes widen comically which sends Sirius into another fit.

“Oh Merlin,” Harry looks as if he’s seen a ghost.

“It’s alright, sprog,” Sirius manages once he catches his breath. “This was really really sweet. We’ll get everything cleaned up”

“I just wanted to do something nice for you guys for Valentine’s day,” Harry mutters.

Both Remus and Sirius soften immeasurably and share a look heavy with fondness and memories of a similar incident with another Potter that ended nearly the same way. They both move through the wreckage and embrace Harry who sort of gasps and then sinks into it.

“Happy Valentine’s day, Harry.”

“It was yesterday anyway,” he grumbles.

Remus chuckles, “James always said you had to do Valentine’s day a day late anyway.”

“He said it showed you really cared.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

#wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #wolfstar raises harry #valentines day #microfic #regret

[redadidassneakers]

Wolfstar raising Harry

Harry: *doing homework* is there a word that’s a mix between mad and sad?

Remus: there’s disgruntled, miserable, desolated, malcontented-

Sirius: smad

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[rin-link]

Some little snippet of a fanfic I've started to write recently:

Preface:

I've recently fallen back into the Harry Potter fandom (not that I've ever really fallen out of it, yk) and I've kinda gotten stuck on the AU wolfstar raises Harry Potter. I've never really thought about this but now I can't stop thinking about it 🙈😂

Anyway I've had this little plot bunny for a couple weeks now and I'm really getting into this AU. I thought I post a little snippet here and as soon as I have written a good chunk of it, I'll upload it on AO3 and then drop the link later on.

With that said (which was quite a bit, I'm so sorry) here's a little glimpse of the story that's occupying my brain lately.

....

The first years walked up the great staircase until they arrived at a massive double door. Before the door an elderly witch stood, dressed in a distinghuised green robe and a big black hat. Harry didn't know her but he suspected her to be Professor McGonagall, acting headmistress of Hogwarts, head of Gryffindor house and the Transfiguration teacher. Moony and Pads had told him that she would be likely the one to do the sorting ceremony as it had been the same when they attended Hogwarts.

"Everyone gather around!" The witches voice sounded above the excited whispers of the other children. "I am Professor McGonagall. In just a few moments you will walk through this door and take a seat next to your classmates. But before that you will need to be sorted in one of the four houses. There is Gryffindor." Harry and Ron shared an excited glance. "Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw. And Slytherin."

Harry got goosebumps hearing that name. He remembered the photo album Pads had shown him multiple times in the past. His whole family had been in Slytherin and only Pads became a Gryffindor, making him an outsider in his family.

After receiving his letter Harry started to worry what would happen if he weren't to be sorted into Gryffindor like Pads and Moony, like the Weasley family, like Ron definitely would be. Like his parents had been. Moony and Pads had constantly reassured him that it ultimately doesn't matter which house someone is sorted into. It's one's own choices that determine who one is as a person, Pads had often reminded him and Moony had confirmed it.

Nonetheless Harry really wanted to make his adoptive fathers proud and become a brave Gryffindor himself.

"While your at Hogwarts" McGonagall continued. "Your house becomes your family. Through good deeds you can win points for your house... but if you break school rules you will lose points."

Harry could have sworn that McGonagall's gaze flickered to him specifically at this moment and he had to suppressed an embarrassed smile. Moony had warned him that it was more than likely that the teacher at Hogwarts would keep an closer eye on him, what with him being not only the Boy Who Lived but also him being the son of James Potter, member of the infamous Marauders, and raised by Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, another two members of the troublemaker gang.

"At the end of the school year the house with the most points wins the school cup."

"Trevor!", one boy in the front yelled before diving to the teacher.

Harry and the other first years watched Neville picking up a lonesome toad that was sitting right in front of the professor.

«So that must be Neville and his toad.» Harry thought when Neville mumbled an apology to McGonagall and went back into the crowd.

There was a short tense silence before Professor McGonagall coughed slightly. "Wait here moment." She announced before turning away and entering the Great Hall.

As soon as the doors had closed behind her, another voice spoke up.

"So it is true, what they whispered about at the train." An arrogant voice sounded and Harry turned his head to see a blond-haired boy smirking at him. "Harry Potter is now at Hogwarts."

A low murmuring went through the rows of 11 years old and Harry sighed internally. So much for wanting to keep a low profile.

"These are Crabbe and Goyle." The blonde boy continued oblivious to Harry's annoyance. He stepped in front of Harry and looked at him with infuriating confidence. "And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

Harry narrowed his eyes at the boy. He had heard all about the Malfoy family from Pads.

Ron besides him snorted amused.

Immediately the Malfoy boy zoned in on him. "You think my name is funny, do you?" He asked with a sneer. "I don't need to ask for yours. The red hair and the hand-me-down robe... You must be a Weasley."

He said Ron's surname with such unfounded contempt that Harry - even if he hadn't heard of the Malfoys beforehand - immediately disliked the other boy.

"You know, Potter" Malfoy began to speak again and focused back on him. "Seeing as you have been raised by one of the Black's, you certainly already know that some wizard families are better than others." Draco threw Ron a mean side glance before reaching out his hand to Harry. "I could help you along."

Harry looked utterly indifferent at Malfoy and replied dryly: "I think I can choose the right sort just fine."

Mentally he patted himself on the shoulder. Moony and Pads would be so proud.

Be firm and make your opinion known, Pads would say.

But always stay calm and level-headed, Moony would add.

Malfoy looked quite put out by Harry's response but he didn't get the chance to reply as Professor McGonagall came back and tapped the boy on the shoulder. Draco threw one last irritated glance at Harry before going back to the others.

"We're now ready for you." Professor McGonagall declared and began to lead the first years into the great hall.

#harry potter au #wolfstar #wolfstar au #wolfstar raises harry #harry potter #sirius black #remus lupin #ron weasley #draco malfoy #harry potter and the philosopher's stone #harry potter fanfiction #fix it fanfiction #rewrite

[anticomedygarden]

glory

happy pi day, y'all!

-

“Padfoot, will you help me with my homework?” Harry asked tentatively. 

Sirius couldn’t blame the kid. Between his two parents, Remus was much better at homework help, especially considering Harry was still in muggle school, but Sirius and Harry both happened to be off today, and he’d be damned if he disappointed those huge green eyes. 

“Sure, Sprog, I can help you with your homework.” Harry’s eyes brightened, and he threw his pencil and worksheet on the table and climbed up on a chair. “What is it? Reading? Writing? Social studies?” Those were the only subjects Sirius had any chance of knowing anything about. 

Unfortunately, Harry doesn’t respond with any of those. Instead, he says, “Maths.” 

Dammit. 

Ever since his godson had gotten to the grade where they started putting letters where numbers went, he’d been able to do fuck all with Harry’s maths homework. The highest level of muggle maths he learned was fractions, and then arithmancy was the closest he ever got to anything more advanced. 

So it was no surprise when, upon looking at the boy’s worksheet, the first thing out of Sirius’ mouth was, “What the hell is that?”

Harry turned tortured eyes to him. “Pi.”

Sirius felt his brows furrow in confusion, but he decided to let the kid down gently. “I think that might be a cursive r, HarBear, not a pie. Are you sure this is maths and not writing?”

He shook his head. “No. Pi.” Then, as if it explained anything, “Circles.”

Suddenly, Sirius was wishing for the glory days when his biggest challenge was escaping Filch after a night of setting up pranks. 

That was not to be, however, and he resigned himself to suffering through this worksheet as best he could, at least until his husband finally got home. 

-

word count: 299

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[oxydiane]

‘Does it ever upset you?’

‘Mhhh?’ Ron shifts slightly, adjusting the arm curled around Harry’s waist. ‘What’re you talking about?’

‘That… This, that nobody knows about this.’ Harry whispers with a nod to their current position; he is laying against Ron’s chest, Ron’s lips pressed against his hair and leaving quick kisses every once in a while.

‘Why? It matters to you?’ Ron mumbles, clearly far sleepier than his boyfriend.

‘I dunno,’ Harry thinks of how the only reason they get to lay and cuddle like this is Sirius and Remus’ date night, thinks of how Sirius left him the home for the night and he used the chance to sneak in his boyfriend when Sirius had trusted him. ‘Should tell Padfoot, maybe?’

Ron seems to wake up at once. ‘Huh? No way! He’s going to kill me!’

‘He’s not going to kill you,’ a roll of eyes.

‘Duh! He already doesn’t like me because he knows of your embarrassing crush on me!’ Harry laughs and shoves him playfully. ‘You wanna add fuel to the fire so next time I show up he’s not even gonna let us in your room? This door-stays-open rule is bad already!’

‘He just wants to make sure —‘

‘I don’t deflower his Godson?’ Ron finishes for him and that does draw a shriek from Harry, immediately followed by a laugh.

‘You’re so stupid! And he knows we wouldn’t try that under his roof! I’m smarter than that.’

‘Debatable.’

‘Now you’re just being mean,’ Harry whines and presses his face against Ron’s neck. ‘I just… I don’t like keeping secrets from Sirius, you know that.’

‘I know! I just…’ Ron sighs. ‘Once we tell them, we need to tell my family, too, and once we do that, the teasing will start and this… This won’t be just ours anymore, would it? I know you want to tell them, Harry, I do too, but… Can this just be ours for a little while longer?’

Ron’s voice is so sweet against Harry’s hair and his hand runs gently against Harry’s back, he can’t help but smile against the crook of Ron’s neck; he is in love and it maybe does need to stay in-between them alone for a little longer.

‘Alright,’ he mutters, the warmth in his chest urging him to add— ‘I love you.’

From where he lies, he can feel Ron’s heartbeat speed-up just a little before the arms around his waist squeeze him closer and the lips against his hair move.

‘I love you, too.’ And it’s quiet after that, the muffled sound of the telly lulling them to sleep.

Later that night, the front door opens and a voice breaks the silence of the house.

‘I told you I could not learn all those constellations.’

‘You tried and we had a lovely pick-nic, that’s what matters.’

‘Yeah, would have been better if it didn’t start pouring—‘ Remus’ words come to a sudden halt when he takes in the two teenagers’ sleeping forms, cuddled up together on their living room couch.

‘What’s u— Oh,’ Sirius’ hand slips easily around his husband’s waist. ‘They think they are so slick.’

‘They ought to have realised we know by now, this is the… what? Fourth time? Fourth time we caught them?’

‘Seventh,’ Sirius says confidently, he’s been keeping a tally. ‘Honestly, Moony, I get this whole ‘let them come to us when they are ready’ thing but it’s getting ridiculous… I do enjoy our date nights to leave him the house to himself, though.’

‘Of course you do,’ Remus can’t help but smile, looking at Harry sleeping so peacefully. ‘The poor boy has, what, five siblings?’

‘Six, and two parents. Honestly, Moony, you are kind of awful with numbers lately.’

‘Yeah, whatever. Way too many, in my book. They deserve some privacy, God knows how little they could actually get at Molly Weasley’s house!’

‘Not too much privacy, though.’ Sirius points out and Remus can’t help but roll his eyes, taking his husband’s hand and tugging him towards their room.

‘Let’s go, let’s go, you remember tomorrow’s script—?’

‘Of course.’ Sirius deadpans. ‘Pretend we saw nothing, and that we were both way too drunk to remember anything, anyways.’

‘Good boy.’

Sirius gives the two boys one last glance before disappearing in the hallway. He is glad Harry can rest so well.

#needed to get this out of my brain ok #ronarry my beloveds #good godfather sirius black #harry potter #sirius black #harry james potter #ron weasley #remus lupin #wolfstar #ronarry #rarry #wolfstar raises harry #wolfstar raising harry #sirius raises harry au #sirius raises harry #sirius raising harry #secret relationship #cuddles #soo writes #very soft #i giggled while writing this #drabble #ficlet #this is so self indulgent it’s ridiculous #ron x harry #fluff

[my-moony-and-padfoot]

Not your fault

First part of this

TW: mentions of suicide, the aftermath of an attempt. *Read the first part before this*

Wordcount: 3 500

Wolfstar raises Harry AU, modern and non magical

What had meant to be a few days turned into a few weeks. After the few days that he was meant to be discharged home, he wasn't. Instead of being discharged, he was admitted to a psych ward, as they thought he wasn't stable enough to be discharged yet.

And Sirius agreed in a way, he knew he wasn't in a good place right now, and being home probably wouldn't be a good idea. But he wanted to be at home so desperately, even though somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it's not a good idea.

When he was alone again in the dull hospital room, he called Remus, who still thought he was going to be able to come home tomorrow. “Hi, love.” Remus answered, he sounded like he was smiling, and Sirius already felt bad for what he was about to tell him.

“Hi.” He whispered. “I-I'm not coming home tomorrow.” He said after a few moments of silence, playing with the bandage on his arm that was holding the phone, even though he probably wasn't supposed to do that.

“Oh.” Sirius heard some shuffling around, before it got quieter in the background, most likely Remus going to a different room than where he was when Sirius called. “Why? What happened?” He asked, he sounded calm and not annoyed or upset like Sirius had thought.

“They think I'm not stable enough to go home yet.” He said quietly, trying to hold back the tears, waiting for Remus to be mad at him, even though he shouldn't have a reason to. “I'm sorry.”

“No, don't be, love. It's not your fault, it takes time, yeah?” He said, and Sirius nodded, not realizing Remus wouldn't be able to see. “How are you feeling, baby?” He asked when Sirius didn't respond.

“I don't know.” He took a sharp breath in, and breathed out slowly. “I- I don't. I don't know, rem.”

“It's okay. No, no, don't cry. It's alright, I promise. I'm not mad, or upset, no one is.”

“W-what about Harry?” Sirius asked, trying to calm his breathing down, and wipe away the tears with his shaking hands. “He thought I'd -”

“I know, baby, I know. It'll be alright, I'll explain it to him, yeah? Don't worry about it.” Remus said, hoping Sirius wouldn't work himself to the point of having a panic attack because Remus didn't really want him to be alone for that and being on the phone wouldn't be enough. “Right now you gotta calm down though, at least a bit, don't have to worry about anything, okay?”

“O-okay.” It took some time for Sirius to calm down, but eventually, he did. “H-how is he?” Sirius asked, once he was more calmed down.

“He's okay? I don't really know, he doesn't talk a lot.” Remus said, but it wasn't really unusual for Harry to be quiet so Remus didn't worry too much about it. “He refuses to sleep alone, though.”

“He's probably scared.” Sirius whispered quietly. “Scared that you're gonna go away too.” He explained, knowing because Harry did that whenever one of them was somewhere else for a night, and the other was home. Usually, it was Remus because he had work trips sometimes, and Harry didn't really understand why Moony had to go away for a few nights for work.

“Oh, of course.” Remus said, realizing what was happening, he had forgotten that habit of Harry's in all this.

“Gotta go soon, sorry.” He said, after glancing at the clock on the wall. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” He whispered. “Talk to you soon, yeah?”

“Um, yeah. Bye.”

“Bye.”

When he was in the new room he was given, it was just about as dull as the other one, just with less hospital equipment. He could already tell he wouldn't like it. But at least he got to keep the frog stuffed animal that Harry had given him when they had visited a couple of days ago.

It was nice, it had soft green fur, and it smelled like home. He held it close to his chest, pressing his nose into the soft fur of its head, unable to hold back the tears that started falling. He just wanted to go home.

– – –

Remus dropped his phone onto the table, running his hand through his hair. It was good that Sirius was getting treatment, but he just missed him, and it was weird without him at home, especially for harry, but for Remus too. It had only been about four days that it had been just the two of them, and it was weird as Sirius was at home most of the time and they were both used to that.

Remus took some time off from work, not wanting to ask his mother to take care of Harry every day when he had work. It would be just unfair, besides he didn't want to leave Harry alone, even though he wouldn't technically be alone. But he just didn't want to leave him right now.

He tried to keep their daily routines in place and keep things fairly normal at home, but it wasn't and even harry noticed that. He was having more nightmares, he had them every night, and refused to talk about them after. For the first two nights, he had just wondered to their bedroom holding his bunny and wake Remus up. And for the last two, he refused to go to sleep in his own bed. Remus did try to get him settled into his bedroom, and to his bed, but after almost an hour of crying he gave in.

He got up from the chair, going back to the living room, where he had been before Sirius had called him. He sat down on the sofa next to harry, pausing the movie they were watching. “Just for a moment, we can finish it later.” He said, as Harry looked at him with a pout. “I have something to tell you.”

“What?” Harry asked, climbing to sit on Remus lap, who wrapped his arms around the boy.

“Remember how padfoot was supposed to come home tomorrow?” He asked, not really wanting to say the next thing, but he had to. Harry nodded, already looking sad. “The doctor said that he can't come home just yet. That he needs to get a bit better until he can come home.”

Harry started crying, leaning against Remus, hiding his face into his chest. “Oh I know, it's really unfair isn't it?” He asked, starting to play with his hair, to try to comfort him and somehow make it better. Harry nodded, more cries and sobs leaving his mouth. “But it's going to be okay, he'll come home soon. You won't even notice the time go by.”

“M-moony.” He cried, Remus just sushed him, rubbing his side, until he calmed down more and looked up at Remus, rubbing at his eyes. Remus gently pulled them away, wiping away the tears that were still falling. “B-but why?”

“You know how when you're really sick and need to stay in bed and take medicine or go to the doctor to get better?” Harry nodded slowly. “Well, it's the same thing with padfoot right now, it's just different from a flu or cold, but I know that he'll get better and come home soon.”

Remus thought that maybe giving him am example like that would make the whole situation more understandable for him. Harry nodded again, thinking for a while before asking. “Why's padfoot sick?”

Remus bit the inside of his cheek, unsure how to answer to him. “We can't always know why people get sick like that.”

“ 's it-?” Harry paused, thinking again, before asking his next question, not looking at Remus anymore. “ 's it because of me?”

“No, baby. No, it's not because of you.” He said, feeling like he might cry. “Absolutely not because of you, haz. What's going on now, it's not your fault, or mine, or Sirius'. It's no one's fault, okay?”

“Okay.” Harry nodded, and Remus smiled slightly, kissing his forehead. “Miss padfoot.” He mumbled, as he leaned back against Remus' chest.

“I know, haz. I miss pads too.” He whispered into Harry's hair. They just stayed there for a while, until Harry shifted on his lap.  “Wanna watch the rest of the movie?" Remus asked and Harry nodded, turning around so he could see the tv screen whilst staying on his lap.

– –

At first, visitors weren't allowed, for the first week, but he did get his phone back after the few first days, so now he could at least call Remus, and say goodnight to Harry. Even though it wasn't quite the same over the phone.

They both thought that it wasn't a good idea for harry to go see Sirius there, even if he'd be allowed to, but it just wouldn't be a good place for him to see Sirius in. So, when he was finally allowed visitors, it would only be Remus going, which meant that harry would have to go to Hope's for a few hours.

“Harry, we have to leave soon, have everything you need?” He asked, as he opened the door to Harry's bedroom, seeing that he had emptied his back bag to the floor. It had had a few toys and a change of clothes just in case, but now they were on the floor and Harry sitting on his bed with his bunny. “What's this now?” He asked, looking from the mess on the floor to Harry, who wasn't looking at him.

“Don't wanna go.” He said quietly, speaking more to the stuffed animal than to Remus, who kneeled on the floor, starting to pack his bag again.

“Why not, love? You love going to grandma's.” Harry just shook his head. “C'mon baby, it's only for a few hours, and I'll pick you right up, promise.”

Harry looked at Remus, as if trying to make sure he was being honest. “Pinky promise?”

“Yeah, pinky promise, haz.” He said, zipping the bag up before getting up and walking over to Harry, holding out his pinky and waiting until the boy hooked his smaller one with it. “Okay, let's go?” He nodded a little hesitantly, before taking Remus' hand that was offered to him.

Harry started crying once they got out of the car as he saw hope coming over to them on the driveway, he turned to Remus, holding his arms up, so he'd be picked up. “What's the matter, baby? Why don't you wanna go?”

Harry just shook his head, more tears spilling out. “Hey, it's okay, it's only Grandma, yeah? I'm sorry, but I really gotta run some errands, you'll have so much more fun with grandma than with me.” He thought it would be better not to tell Harry where he'd actually be going, so he wouldn't get upset over why he couldn't go. It was unfair, probably, but in the end it would be better.

“Only a few hours, haz, and we'll be back home.” He said, once Harry had calmed down enough. “You'll see moony soon, okay?”

“Okay.” Harry whispered, rubbing his eyes as he was set onto the ground. The tears didn't stop, when Remus left, but at least he wasn't so much against being with Hope when she picked him up into her arms and comforted him.

He didn't know, or at least wasn't sure, why Harry was so much against the whole thing. He should probably talk with Harry about it when they get home, but it seemed like he didn't want to tell the reason. And he definitely didn't want to force him to talk if he didn't want to because that couldn't be good either.

When he got to the hospital, a nurse showed him the way to the room Sirius was staying in before leaving him alone. He knocked on the door, smiling slightly as the door opened and Sirius threw his arms around his neck. “Hi baby.” He whispered, into Sirius' hair.

“Hi.” He whispered back, before pulling away from the hug just enough, so he could look up at Remus. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He tucked a hair strand behind his ear before kissing Sirius' forehead. They didn't spend much time away from each other, so the last almost two weeks had certainly been weird.

He took Remus' hand into his before leading him over to the bed and sitting down, with his back against the wall. Remus sat down next to him, letting their intertwined hands fall between them. Sirius leaned his head on Remus' shoulder.

“How's Harry doing?”

“He's okay, I think. He still doesn't talk a lot, and today he cried when I dropped him off at mum's.” He said, and Sirius nodded.

“How are you doing, rem?” He asked then, playing with Remus' fingers, feeling nervous for some reason. Even though he knew there was no reason to, it was Remus after all.

“I'm okay, love.” He said. “You don't need to ask that from me.” He said because it really should be him asking Sirius if he was okay and how he was doing. It should be the other way around.

“I do.” Sirius whispered. “I-i need to know rem. I need to because if you're n-not, then I don't know- I-i can't do a-anything 'cause I'm h-here and not at-”

“Shh, it's alright, calm down, baby.” He soothed, shifting, so he could look at Sirius. “You don't have to do anything, okay? It's okay, Sirius, you don't have to worry about all that right now, or about me. Should be me worrying about you.”

Sirius shook his head, looking up at Remus with tears in his eyes. “All you have to worry about now is getting better, so you can come back home with me and haz, yeah?” This time he nodded, but still, a few tears fell down and Remus just wiped them away with his thumbs, kissing Sirius' forehead.

“I don't know when -” he trailed off, not wanting to say the rest or sure how to. He didn't know when he could go home, but he wanted to know so bad, and wanted it to be soon. He just didn't want to give out empty promises that he'd be home in a certain amount of time. Or that someone told him that he'd get to go home in two weeks, and then it wouldn't happen. He just didn't want to disappoint Remus or Harry again.

“That's okay, baby, you don't have to know.” He said, caressing his cheek as Sirius looked down.

“Don't wanna disappoint.”

“You won't, and you haven't, don't worry.” Remus said, and Sirius nodded, but looked at him like he didn't believe it. “Sirius, healing takes time, and it doesn't matter how long it takes, yeah? I'm not expecting you to just be fine in a few days, no one is. I really need you to believe me, love.”

“I do.” He whispered, and Remus smiled slightly. “I'm sorry for ruining this, though.” He said, vaguely gesturing to the air between them with his hand.

“Haven't ruined a thing.”

– – –

When Sirius finally came home, Harry was more than excited. He was really clingy of Sirius, and didn't really want to be in a different room than he was in, and he still wanted to sleep in their bedroom, even though they were both home now. He just didn't want to be away from either of them, and when they asked why, he refused to talk about it.

Then when the two of them had to leave the house, and Harry had to go to Hope's, he just started crying, and saying that he didn't want to go. But still, he didn't say why when he was asked, he just cried and when they asked later about it, he refused to talk about it.

Remus and Sirius didn't really talk a lot, well, they did, not just what had been going on for the past weeks. They kind of danced around the topic, both unsure how to talk about it, but knowing that they needed to. But it was just hard.

Remus was working from home most of the time, and when he actually needed to go to his workplace, he went there while Sirius was in therapy or in other appointments.

“How was it, love?” Remus asked, once Sirius got into the car, he always asked, even though Sirius rarely talked about it, but he did sometimes. Sirius just shrugged, glancing at Remus who smiled nodding, resting his hand on Sirius' thigh once he started driving and Sirius put his on top of Remus', lacing their fingers together from top.

Harry was really quiet when they picked him up from Hope's, like oddly quiet. Because usually, he was chatty and excited when they came to get him, and drove home, but he wasn't today.

“Harry, can we have a little chat?” Sirius asked once they got home, and they had all settled into the living room. Harry looked up from where he was sitting on the floor playing with some of his toys. Sirius patted the space next to him and Remus on the sofa, and Harry nodded, getting up and walking over to them.

“Can you tell us why you don't like going to grandma's?” Remus asked, but Harry didn't answer, but just looked down. “Did something happen there?”

Harry shook his head, rubbing his eyes, as if trying to get rid of tears. “Are you sure? You know you can tell us, don't have to be scared of that, love.” Sirius said, playing with his hair to try to get Harry to look up at him. But again Harry just shook his head. “Are you scared to talk about something?” He asked, and Harry nodded, slightly. “Can you tell Padfoot what you're scared about?”

“Don' want you to go away.” He said, it was really muffled, as his head was buried into his hands, but at least he said what had probably been bothering him for the past weeks.

“Harry, we're not going anywhere. You don't need to be scared of us going away.” Remus said, glancing at Sirius, who looked about as sad as Harry did. “Are you scared because what happened to pads?”

“Were gone f-forever.” Harry cried, and Sirius pulled him closer, wrapping his arm around him and gently eased Harry's hands away from his face, wiping the tears away.

“I'm really sorry that happened, pup, but I promise me or moony are not going anywhere, we'd never leave you, okay? Never ever, don't worry about that.” Harry nodded, leaning more against Sirius, the tears still spilling out.

“Nothing will happen if you're at grandma's, or if we're not there for a few hours, we'll always come get you, yeah?” Harry nodded again, letting Remus wipe away the tears.

“Promise?” Harry asked, glancing at both of them. “Not gonna go?”

“We promise, haz.”

Later that night, when Harry had already gone to bed, agreeing to at least to try to sleep in his own room, if Remus and Sirius would stay there until he fell asleep. He also made them promise that he could come to their bedroom if he woke up. They were cuddled up in bed, only the two of them, for the first time in what felt like forever.

“Moons?” Sirius asked, not bothering to look up from where his head rested on Remus' chest. Remus hummed, running his hand through Sirius' hair. “Were you scared?” He asked quietly, hoping Remus knew what he meant, not knowing how he should start the conversation that they needed to have, but had been avoiding.

“I was.” He whispered, swallowing down the lump in his throat that came from remembering the event, he tried to forget. “I thought I was gonna lose you, baby. And I can't lose you.”

“I'm sorry, rem.”

“Don't be.”

“I just didn't know what to do, I'm so sorry.”

“I understand, don't be sorry, love.” He said, and Sirius nodded slightly, drawing shapes into Remus' chest with his finger to get something to do with his hands, and to try to stop them from shaking.

“Why're you not mad at me?" He asked, Remus paused for a moment, thinking how he should answer. Because he wasn't mad or upset with Sirius, and he wasn't sure if he was supposed to be. He just didn't see a reason why he should be.

“I just aren't, I don't think there's a reason to.” He said. “Just feel like I didn't pay enough attention to notice that you weren't doing well. Like it was my fault.” He said, continuing to run his hand through Sirius' hair, blinking away tears. “I'm sorry I didn't.”

“It's not your fault, Remus.” He said, lifting his head to look at him. “It's not your fault.” Sirius repeated, looking Remus in the eyes, and Remus nodded after a while. A tear fell down, but Sirius gently wiped it away, reaching up to give him a kiss.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Sirius whispered back, and Remus smiled slightly, brushing a strand of hair away from Sirius' forehead. “Can we talk more tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

Both of them jumped slightly when the door of their bedroom opened with a loud creak, but it was only Harry. He walked over to Remus' side of the bed as it was closest, and Sirius moved so there was some room for Harry between him and Remus.

AN:

I hope the timeline and my writing makes sense in this one, sorry if it doesn't. Also again sorry for any possible inaccuracies, I tried, okay?

Btw the agent who stalks my search history is probably worried from all my research for these two fics. My search history is a bit concerning right now 😅

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Time

"It's time to go, paddy!" Harry is waiting impatiently by the front door, dressed as a 'football' because the muggles don't know what a snitch is.

"Excited pup?" Sirius asks, smiling at the enthusiastic nod he gets from the 4 year old. "Let's go then. Moony is probably waiting outside."

Suddenly Harry stops in his tracks, pulling Sirius to a halt with him. Sirius is just about to ask if everything is alright when Harry turns to look at his godfather, a sombre look on his face. "Can we show mum and dad my muggle snitch? Before we get the candies?"

"Of course we can," Remus answers as he moves his hand around Sirius' waist. "They would have loved your football look. Your mum always said it was more fun than quiditch."

"Okay. Let's go show mum my feetball!"

Remus snorts a laugh, while Sirius holds his hand just a little harder. They're fine, but times like these are still hard.

With a deep sigh the family of three apparates towards Godric Hallow's cemetery, before they start their 'trick or treating'.

@wolfstarmicrofic

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The prompt for today’s @wolfstarmicrofic is mountains and, well, look, apparently bullying me works because here’s a continuation of yesterday’s prompt swing. 

👀 @sammyjhand @sassy-tired-snowflake @lielowat-lupins @stars-a-n-d-scars  

Remus steps through the glass door and out onto the back porch, carrying a tray with glasses and a pitcher of lemonade that he sets down on the table. He can’t not look at the handsome man currently lounging in one of the chairs, eyes on the two boys who are playing in the garden, competing over who can jump the highest on the trampoline and talking a mile a minute. Remus has no idea how they manage to hear what the other one is saying considering how much they’re both babbling.

He pours two glasses of lemonade, handing Sirius one of them, and he tries not to think too much about how their fingers brush together. He has to force himself not to stare at the other man, but Remus feels as if he’s been hit by a truck, caught completely off guard by the handsome stranger that was now sitting on his porch as if he belonged there.

He’s the most attractive man Remus has ever seen, as if he had stepped right out of every erotic dream Remus ever had. He looks like sex on legs, all pale skin (it looked like he would bruise easily and oh wouldn’t Remus want to find out) and long black hair (that looked like it would be perfect to run his fingers trough and tug) and grey eyes (that made Remus think about things that certainly wasn’t appropriate with his son nearby). He was tall, broad shoulders and muscular arms covered in tattoos, dressed simply in a t-shirt and jeans so tight they made Remus’ mouth water.

”Should get one of those for Harry, too, it seems like a hit.”

Remus has to shake himself slightly, pulled from his thoughts by Sirius’ voice. ”What?” He croaks, then clears his throat with an embarrassed sort of half-laugh. ”Sorry, one of what?”

”The trampoline,” Sirius says as he lifts his glass, taking a sip of lemonade and making a low appreciative noise that makes sparks run down Remus’ spine. ”Fuck me, that’s good.”

Remus tries not to blush at the praise but he thinks he’s doing a pretty poor job of it, grinning helplessly as Sirius turns his grey eyes onto him, giving him an appreciative look over that makes Remus’ skin prickle. 

”Did you make this?”

Remus laughs, shaking his head. ”My ma did, but I agree, it’s very good. Teddy’s favourite, too.”

”I can see why,” Sirius nods, his lip quirking. ”Sorry about the, er, language, at least the kids weren’t around.”

”I don’t mind,” Remus laughs, shaking his head, finding himself relaxing slightly with it. ”I slip up all the time, Teddy always calls me out on it. But you’re right, the trampoline is a hit. I wish I could take credit but it came with the cottage.”

Sirius hums, glancing around them, and Remus does the same. The small cottage has grown on him, it’s a little run down but clean and big enough for himself and Teddy. He knew he’d had to have it the moment he set eyes on the view, stretches of rolling green hills and the mountains in the distance.

”It’s nice,” Sirius says after a moment, shifting his gaze to look at Remus, grey eyes searching. ”How come you moved here? I mean…if you don’t mind me asking?”

”Not at all,” says Remus as he turns the glass of lemonade in his hand, ”my ma lives here, I grew up here actually, but I’ve been away for a while. It just felt like a good time to move back, closer to my ma to get some help with Teddy…that sort of thing. I think village life suits me better than city life, to be honest.”

”Same,” Sirius chuckles, a soft sort of sound that settles somewhere in Remus’ chest, his eyes on the boys who have abandoned the trampoline for the swings, taking turns pushing each other. He can see the love in the other man’s eyes as he looks at Harry, the fondness, his voice soft as he continues. ”Never thought it’d be for me, but it’s different with kids, eh? Used to love London, but it’s no place to bring up a kid. When Harry came to me…I dunno. This just seemed like the right move. And now I’ve fallen in love with the place.”

Remus nods, about to say something else when they’re interrupted, Teddy and Harry falling onto the porch, breathless and laughing and Remus feels a wave of affection for his son, happy to see him laugh in a way he hadn’t for such a long time. Yes, moving back here had been the right choice, both for himself and for Teddy.

”You boys thirsty?” He asks, pouring them both some lemonade even before they have a chance to reply, watching his son climb into the seat next to him. Harry, in turn, climbs into Sirius’ lap and Sirius wraps his arms around the boy in a protective sort of way. 

”Daddy?” Teddy’s voice brings him back and he turns his eyes onto his son, his hair tousled and face flushed, eyes shining brightly.

”Yes, Tedster?”

”Can Harry and his da– uhm– er, his Padfoot stay for dinner?”

”I dunno, kiddo,” he smothers a hand over the unruly curls, pushing some hair away from his son’s eyes. ”They might have other plans, y’know.”

”We don’t,” Harry’s reply is instant as he eyes Sirius encouragingly. ”Right Padfoot? We can stay? Teddy and I are best friends now and we’d like to do everything together, it’s important.”

Remus can see Sirius’ lips quirk into a smile, amusement curled around the words as he ruffles the boy’s hair. ”Oh, it’s important, is it?”

Harry nods solemnly, and Remus feels Teddy tug at his arm. ”It is important, daddy.”

”Well then,” Remus says, giving a sort of helpless shrug as he meets Sirius’ gaze from across the table, arching a brow. ”If it’s important, who am I to say no? You’re welcome to stay, if you want, I was just planning on making pasta though, nothing fancy.”

”That’s plenty fancy enough for us,” Sirius assures him, ”we’d love to stay, if it’s not too much trouble.”

”Daddy?” Teddy tugs at him again, an impatient sort of movement. ”Can I show Harry my room?”

”Yeah, go on then,” he nods, watching fondly as the two boys disappears into the house before he turns back to Sirius. ”Well, guess I should get the food started then.”

”I’ll help,” Sirius says, draining his glass before standing, running his eyes slowly over Remus’ body, the corner of his mouth quirking into a grin, ”I’m no cook but I can toss a sallad.”

Remus chokes on what’s left of the lemonade in his glass, and he can feel himself flush a little, Sirius’ eyes dancing in amusement as he throws him a look.

”I bet you can,” Remus mumbles, glancing at him, unable not to smile at the grin on Sirius’ face. 

”Among other things,” Sirius continues, winking at him before picking the tray up as if it weighed nothing, taking the lead into the house. 

Remus stares after him, gaze snagging on his arse which was perfectly visible in those snug jeans, before shaking himself, just about managing to bite back a groan. He was in so much trouble.

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