52Chapter 37
Chapter 37:
Harry POV
It was decided that night that Remus, Sirius and Draco would stay at his parents' cottage with him. Sirius and Remus because they refused to be away from their godson and Draco because they didn't want anyone seeing him just yet. Though Draco made a point to pull Harry aside and inform him he would have stayed anyways.
The Weasleys however felt it would be better if they returned to their homes. They didn't want anyone noticing them all disappearing for long periods of time together. They had to act normal so the rest of their family or Dumbledore got suspicious.
Blaise, thanks to his mother and Snape, was able to stay a few days. His mother writing the school saying she needed him home for a few days for familial matters. Thankfully the Headmaster hadn't found anything off about the request.
With Draco distracted by his best friend, Harry was able to sneak off to the library with the twins and get a few answers to some of his more burning questions.
"Okay," he said nervously as he dropped down in a chair. "Where do you two want to start?"
He watched as they exchanged a look, then Fred pulled out a massive stack of papers.
"These are your vaults records: earnings, deposits, withdrawals, and such." He handed the papers to Harry, who looked at them already feeling overwhelmed. "Most of your earnings are from things you father and grandfather had investments in. It's a pretty good amount and it's been a stable income for years-"
"The problem is the withdrawals." Harry opened his mouth, withdrawals? What withdrawals he had only been to his vault once and the small amounts he had used over the years for school supplies was left over from that first visit. He had been meticulous about budgeting his money. He wanted to save up as much as possible so that second he turned 17 he could get away from the Dursleys. Even after meeting Sirius he still was careful with his money.
George cut him off before he could even speak, "Dumbledore, as your legal guardian, which legally he's not, has been taking money out of your account for years." Harry growled, it was low in his chest but loud enough that both twins raised their eyebrows at him.
He swallowed, trying to push down the rage he felt. "Did he take it all?" He managed to ask in a low voice.
The twins shook their heads.
"It seems your grandfather had a stipulation on the vault when he created it for your father. If something should happen and you were raised by anyone other than your parents an allowance of sorts would be set up. They would only be able to withdraw a limited amount each month. Dumbledore-"
"The goblin we spoke to said, your grandfather, while friendly, wasn't the trusting sort and he wanted to make sure if anything happened you were taken care of," Fred said giving him a smile.
"It seems that Dumbles was smart enough to leave the bare amount of the allowance each month in case you needed or wanted to spend any of your money," George finished dropping his eyes. The normally playful redhead wore a guilty look. Harry looked at Fred for an explanation and saw the same look. Crap, he thought, that meant there was more.
"Tell me," he ordered.
"As far as we can tell-" George started.
"He has been using it to pay off-"
"Your nasty relatives-" There was a sneer on Fred's face when he said relatives.
"Ron,-" Both twins winced at the name.
"Granger,-
"Mum,-"
"And Ginny."
"Fuck," he cursed, Harry pushed himself out of the chair and stormed across the library. In front of one of the bookshelves he reached out for a book, an image in his mind of Draco chucking books across the room back in the Room of Requirements, for a second he was tempted, so tempted to copy the blonde's tantrum. Instead he turned and walked back towards the chair. The anger inside him was too intense for him to be able to sit down. So he started pacing in front of the twins.
"What else?" He asked. He was facing away so he didn't notice the worried looks on his friends' faces.
"You asked us about werewolf laws?" One of them whispered. Harry's stopped moving and his head dropped. The careful tone of whichever brother spoke, told him enough, Remus could have raised him.
"Dumbledore stopped it?" He asked, turning to look at the twins.
"He somehow forged papers giving him temporary custody of you and used that to deny Remus's petition to raise you," George said. "We think he lied and told Remus it had been denied because he was a werewolf."
"With Remus' own fears over Moony, Dumbledore probably laid it on thick, you know, about how much danger you would be in during full moons and how people would never be okay with a werewolf raising The Boy Who Lived," Fred finished looking almost as heartbroken as Harry was feeling.
"Bastard," Harry growled. Then he was moving again. His mind working over possible plans for the old man. He had a thought about it in the past, a lot. Probably too much. He had so many ideas but no real set plan. But now, he knew he needed one, and whatever it was he was going to make sure that Dumbledore knew it was because of what he had done and that it was Harry who had beaten him.
He also made a mental note to pull Remy aside and tell him the truth. The man deserved to know he wasn't denied Harry because of Moony, but because the headmaster was a manipulative arsehole.
"Is there more?" He asked a few minutes later, only stopping his pacing long enough to look at them when he asked. He wished he hadn't because gone were the sad, guilty looks replaced with fury.
"He placed a second tracer on your wand," Fred said. "It allowed him access to the spells you cast and tells him immediately if you use it over the summer."
"He tried to gain control over the Potter family seats in the Wizengamot, both were denied." George gave a grin at the denial. "Those seats are yours, even if you are underage. He needed your permission, even if he was your guardian-"
"Which, he couldn't ask for," Fred cut in with a grin.
"Because he would have to tell you about them," George added.
"Which we're betting he doesn't want you to know about," they said together.
Harry chuckled at them then asked, "Why not?" The only real dealing he had with the Wizengamot was the ridiculous trial for use of underage magic and using it in from of Dudley.
"Because Harry," Draco's voice scared the shit outta him. He yelped and turned to glare at his mate, who just smirked at him. The blonde dragged an unsure and confused Blaise into the room. Pushed said confused friend at the twins and then walked over to wrap an arm around Harry.
"The Wizengamot makes and upholds our laws. It's older than the Ministry itself, that alone means just having a seat gives one a higher standing in our society. If the fool would have gotten to use your seats, your name, he would have gained two more seats to use to pass any laws he wanted, and the reputation as your trusted advisor. As the public would see him voting in your place and believe he had your permission and trust to do so."
Harry relaxed into Draco's touch, the feel and comfort from his mate helped ease some of his fury. He turned his head and buried his nose into the base of Draco's throat. The blonde tilting his head to allow him to do so. It didn't even cross his mind that they hadn't told everyone about them, no one outside of Remus and Sirius knew, well he suspected that Snape knew, but hadn't asked Draco about it.
Harry had told Sirius because the man hadn't been sure about him and Draco sharing a room. Even with Remus voicing his approval. So, Harry had told his godfather that him and Draco were mates and that they slept better together. Sirius only stipulation was they had to sleep with the door open. Draco had grumbled but agreed.
The room was silent for a few minutes while Harry grounded himself. When he felt less like he was going to apparate out and attack the headmaster, he pulled away and gave his friends a grateful smile. Draco moved to stand behind him, arms around his waist, chin on his shoulder. It was both comforting and comfortable so Harry didn't push him away, even if he was a little embarrassed by the smirks the twins were sending their way.
"So,'' he drew out the word, trying to get them all back on track. "That means I can ask someone to use my seats?"
"Yep," four voices said together.
Harry chuckled. "I'll have to talk to Sirius and Remus about those." He locked eyes with the twins, "What else?"
"Good news," Fred started, "You have a second vault that the headmaster didn't know about, its family heirlooms and such." The redhead was grinning but something felt off about it. Harry sighed, "Bad news?" He asked. Fred's smile fell and he looked at his twin. Who shifted in his seat and looked back at his brother.
"They're stalling," Draco whispered in his ear. Harry nodded; he had figured the same thing. Whatever it was they were putting off was worse than Dumbledore stealing his money and keeping custody away from Remus. Harry's heart started to thump in his chest, What the hell could be worse, he wondered.
"Just spit it out already," Draco snapped.
"He's trying to get into Potter Manor," George said, still not quite looking at Harry.
"Desperately," they said together.
"But the wards aren't lettin' him in," Fred finished alone, he too wasn't looking at Harry.
"We just don't know what he wants from inside," George said to the floor. His gaze slowly slipping further away from Harry as the twins talked.
"And?" Draco asked for him, because Harry had yet to find his voice.
"Your parents wills," Fred muttered as George whipsered, "A marriage contract."
"To Ginny," Fred said in the same low voice.
Both flinched when a loud growl echoed through the room. Harry quickly spun around to face Draco. The blonde's eyes were open, wide and very cat like. Harry could tell from the way Draco's jaw was stretching and the tight way he was holding his body, that his mate was fighting not to change and was losing.
Shit, he thought.
"Draco," he whispered, he moved ready to wrap his arms around his mate. To comfort him and reassure him that he wasn't going anywhere. But before he could, he was shoved backwards, there was a yelp from someone behind him as they jumped out of the way, Harry was forced back against a now vacated chair. The back of his knees hit it and he fell backwards. He looked up at a very pissed off Draco standing over him.
"Mine," Draco growled and in the next instant a gorgeous leopard landed in his lap. Two paws on his shoulders, as if to hold him in place, then soft fur pressed against his cheek as Draco started rubbing his face against Harry's own. Draco was still growling low in his chest, Harry could feel it vibrate against his chest as the cat pressed against him. He sat there stunned as his mate scent marked him.
"Well-" one of the twins started, in a carefully quiet voice.
"That-"
"Answers-"
"That-"
"Question." A chuckling Blaise finished for the twins.
A huff from Draco, who had moved on to licking Harry's neck, was the only response the three got. Harry hardly heard them. He had closed his eyes the second Draco's scent had filled his nose and slowly went limp, he felt lightheaded as he ran his fingers over and through Draco's fur. Truthfully with the peaceful feeling surging through him, he could care less about the three other people in the room.
Somehow, he drifted off to sleep like that. Tucked into a comfortable chair with a leopard in his lap. He wasn't sure how long they slept but he woke to a gentle hand on his shoulder, and Remus' voice broke through his sleep filled brain. "Cub."
"Wha?" He murmured, eyes still closed and already on the edge of going back to sleep.
"You have to get up." He shook his head. He was comfy and didn't want to.
There was a snort from someone not Remus, even that wasn't enough to get him to open his eyes. Draco's annoyed growl however was. He slowly opened his eyes and then jolted upwards, though not far due to Draco still being in his lap, when he noticed Snape standing behind Remus.
"Draco," he said, shoving at his mate. The leopard's head lifted off his thigh and he swear Draco glared at him, Harry gave a toothy grin, "Snape is here." That caught his mate's attention. The cat turned its head back towards Remus and Snape. Draco jumped off Harry's lap to stalked over to his godfather rubbing against the man's legs. To Harry's surprise Snape gave the large cat an affectionate smile and bent down to pet his head. After a second he stood straight and walked out of the room. Draco chasing behind him.
Harry and Remus both laughed when the two Slytherins were out of the room.
"What happened to the others?" Harry asked after noticing the twins and Blaise were gone.
"They came out about an hour ago and said you two fell asleep," Remus said. "What happened?" The wolf asked sitting on the arm of the chair next to him. "They maybe had sounded teasing when they mentioned you two being asleep, but they also kept looking at each other, and I could smell concern on them."
Harry looked up at the man, now was probably the best time to tell him. Though he didn't want to do it alone. "Where is Siri? And the twins are still here?"
"Kitchen," the man replied giving Harry a contemplative look.
"Everyone?" He asked already pushing himself out of the chair and moving towards the door. He heard Remus mutter a "Yes," as he walked out of the room and headed for the kitchen. When he entered he found Sirius and the twins chatting at one end of the table while Charlie and Blaise sat at the other end eating. All five people looked up as he entered.
He waved them off, heading for the counter where a large pot of what smelled like stew sat. He made himself a bowl, looking at Remus to see if he wanted one, the wolf nodded and Harry made a second bowl. He took both to the table placing Remus's down next to his. He wanted the man at his side when he heard the truth, he wanted to be able to comfort him.
When they both say down, he looked at the twins. "Can you fill Remus and Sirius in?" They nodded. Harry only half listened as they went over everything they had learned, he tried to focus on his food, not that he could really taste it.
As the twins talked Draco and Snape came into the kitchen, his mate back in human form, took the empty seat to his right. While the potions master remained standing. While the twins told about the headmaster's attempts to get into Potter Manor, a bowl of stew appeared in front of Draco. The blonde looked over his shoulder at his godfather who raised a single eyebrow in challenge. Harry had to fight back a chuckle when his mate gave in and started picking at his dinner.
When the twins told the room about Dumbledore's denial of custody, Harry rushed under the table and took Remus's hand in his. The wolf looked at him, eyes glowing. "He'll regret it, Moony, I promise."
The man nodded but didn't let go of Harry's hand. With his attention on Remus he almost missed Sirius surging to his feet only to be stopped by a quick spell from Snape.
"Shit," Harry cursed, giving an apologetic look to Remus then pulling his hand free. He pushed his chair back and stood up. Placing himself in front of his godfather. "We have to be smart about this Siri, if you go after him now and fail, he will know that we know and will do everything he can to stop us. I want to destroy him, believe me, but I want to do it slowly and permanently, okay?" Grey eyes locked on his and Harry could see so much fury and sorrow in the man's eyes. His godfather had lost so much and it had been done with the aid of two people he counted as friends. Harry knew the man was fighting himself, knew he wanted to rush out of the room and make Dumbledore pay for everything he had done, and yet, he also wanted to listen to Harry and do it the right way. "We'll get him," Harry said confidently. His godfather let out a breath and slowly stepped back and then dropped into his chair.
Relieved Harry returned to his as well. After a few seconds of awkward silence he looked at the twins, "Might as well keep going."
Hours later Harry was washing dishes. Remus and Charlie both offered to magic them into doing it themselves, but he found he needed something to keep him busy and easy enough to let his mind wander. Doing the dishes seemed like the perfect thing.
In the past he had thought of thousands of ways to get back at the headmaster. For the first time in years, someone other than Voldermort occupied his thoughts and Harry was startled to find he hated the headmaster more. After all, Voldermort hadn't been a coward. He had gone after his parents, gave them a chance to fight back, even offered to spare his mother before he killed them. The man may be evil but at least he doesn't hide behind some fake image of grandfatherly love and goodness. Harry had come back with a plan to return to school, fake his friendship with Ron and Hermione, and lie to the headmaster. He wanted the old man to trust him, so Harry could figure out the why of it all. What did the bastard wanted so much that he ruined people's lives all while acting like their friend? But now? Now he wanted to move against him in every way possible. He wanted the world to see what a fraud the man was. And he was pretty sure the twins had given him a way to do that without him really doing anything.
First thing in the morning he was going to write to Luna and ask her to ask her father to publish an article asking about the lack of trial for Sirius Black. Maybe get her to point out possible misconduct by the Ministry. He wanted to get people thinking about it, maybe even wondering about the real story behind Sirius' stay in Azkaban. He had no doubt about her friendship, as strange as it was, he would just have to make sure she didn't mention him to anyone. He knew she could keep a secret.
He also needed Draco to ask his father, who the best person inside the ministry was to ask about getting Sirius's name cleared. Harry wanted to get started on that as soon as he could. Hopefully with the article and the people asking questions, the ministry would have to do things the right way and then Sirius wouldn't have to run and hide anymore.
Which brought Harry's mind to custody. He was 16, almost an adult in the wizarding world. But he still had almost a year where the headmaster could make things difficult for him-
A throat cleared suddenly behind him. Harry jumped dropping the plate in his hands. Bill was quick to levitate the plate away from the ground and back into Harry's hands.
"Sorry." The oldest Weasley child said.
"It's okay." Harry smiled, "what's up?"
"Well the twins told me they caught you up, and I was wondering if I could get permission to enter Potter Manor. I've been there and examined the wards, they seemed to be tied to you by your familial magic, and I think they will let me through with just your permission."
"You want to know what the headmaster is after?" Harry asked leaning against the counter.
"Yeah," the redhead said. "Whatever it is, it has to be important or valuable. I figure if he wants it that bad, you should have it."
"How will you even know what you're looking for?"
Bill shrugged, "I'm kinda hoping, it's something powerful or obvious. At least something unique that will stand out." Harry thought about it. It might come in handy, whatever it was.
"Take the twins or Remus with you," he said, and Bill grinned. It was hard not to laugh, he got the impression that Bill wanted to explore the Manor for more than what Dumbledore was looking for. After all, one didn't become a curse breaker without the urge and curiosity to explore old, powerful, and forgotten places. He couldn't fault his friend in that, and he knew Bill wouldn't steal anything.
"Wait!" Harry called out when the now excited curse breaker went to leave.
"Yeah?' Bill asked stopping in the doorway.
"Does Gringotts handle any legal paperwork?" He asked.
"You mean besides wills?" Bill replied. Wills? His parents. He remembered Fred mentioning them before, but he had forgotten them in with the bombshell that was a marriage contract with Ginny. Crap, he would have to ask the twins about them.
"Yeah," he said, turning his attention back to the waiting Weasley.
"Sure, they can do any legal paperwork really. They have access to all contracts and documents, all that a person has to do is fill it out and have it witnessed. Then the goblins send it off to the ministry to be filled. But whatever it is, it's binding and legal the second its signed. Most wizards won't go there because they don't like or trust goblins." There was a shrug of the man's shoulders like he thought that was a stupid reason for not going. Harry had to agree. The ministry could and would try to block anything he did just out of spit, but if it was binding the second he finished it at the bank there would be nothing they could do. That was a useful piece of information.
"Is it possible to get certain papers and fill them out here then take them to the bank to be witnessed and sent off?" He asked already thinking of a couple things he wanted to do.
"Yeah. You want me to pick you up something?" Bill asked.
"Not yet, I have to speak to your brothers, Remy, and Siri first. But can I ask you in a day or two?"
"Sure." Bill gave him a big smile. "I'll probably be at the Manor, so you can just send me an owl with what you need and I'll get it and bring it back as soon as I can."
"Thank you," Harry said, grateful for the man's friendship.
"Anytime," Bill replied before turning and walking away.
Harry turned to look back at the dishes, there was only a couple left and he felt they could wait. He wanted to talk to the twins about his parents' wills. Truthfully, when he finally found them sprawled out on one of the large couches in the second floor living room, he was surprised. He had expected them to have headed home. Instead they seemed to be going over old parchments with Sirius. All three looked far too gleeful and excited for Harry's comfort. He leaned over the couch to see what George was reading and sighed when he noticed an outline for a prank that would change all the house banners at Hogwarts to something else.
Seeing that Fred and Sirius were enthralled with whatever they were looking at he tapped George on the shoulder, "Got a sec?" He asked. His friend nodded and jumped off the couch.
But when he found himself in the hallway, only with George, he couldn't get the words out.
"Fred, he umm…" He took a breath and tried to stop his hands from shaking. When had they started to shake? "He…" His throat suddenly felt dry and he had the urge to run and find Draco.
"Your parents' wills?" George said for him. Harry nodded. The redhead reached for his wand and whispered a quiet summoning spell. Two thick folded pieces of parchment floated through the air, hovering before Harry. He reached up and grabbed them.
"Harry, maybe you should ask Sirius or Draco to read them with you," George whispered placing his hand on Harry's shoulder. "You don't want to be alone, mate. Not when you read those." He felt his head bob, agreeing to the prankster's words without really hearing them. His eyes were locked on the words written on the first piece of parchment, James Potter, written in cursive and just a little messy. A bit like Harry's own signature.
He didn't say a word when he turned and walked away. Somehow, he made it to his room without looking away from his father's name. He found the edge of his bed and sat down. He didn't look up when the door opened, nor when two people sat on either side of him. Something about not being alone, made it easier for him to unfold the first will.
Holding his breath, he read his father's will.
The Last Will and Testament of James Potter.
I know this is supposed to be straightforward and all proper, but if this is my last chance to talk to you, then I will do this my way. Harry James Potter, you have been a blessing and no matter what happens son, please know I loved you very much. Now for the will in which I leave you, my son, four properties and both our family vaults. One vault is like all old families, full things of monetary value, but the other is more sentimental, photos, books, old toys, things that may not be worth much to many but might be to you. I know these will not replace me (and heaven forbid your mother, if something happened to us both) but I hope I leave you with a home to build a family with and some things to remember me by.
Potter Manor. My Grandfather did not like Potter Manor, he said it was too big and too empty. So, he and my grandmother bought Potter Cottage, where my father and I were raised. I asked my father once why he never returned to the Manor and he said the cottage felt like a home, where as the manor felt like a house. I never visited the Manor, though I had plans to. Perhaps you will go see it for the both of us.
A house in Hogsmeade. It has No Title, as it was bought as a wedding gift to my parents and they never moved in. I tried to convince Moony to take it and the stubborn man didn't talk to me for a month. Maybe he will listen to you.
My family home, which I was raised and now the place your mother and I must return to.
Potter Cottage in Godric's Hollow.
And finally, the home we bought for ourselves and hope/hoped to raise you in, Liliana Cottage just outside Tinworth Village. We only got a short while here, never even long enough to invite Sirius or Remus to visit. I had hopes that after the war we would return, but with how things are going, we may never get the chance.
I also leave you my cloak, I hope you enjoy it as much as I have. (Your mother isn't too happy about this one, she thinks you shouldn't get it until you are out of school.)
For the hardest part, if the worse comes to pass, and should you my son lose not just me but your mother, I name Sirius Black as your Godfather. If he too should perish, then I name Remus Lupin, in his place. You are both great men, and the best friends I could have asked for. Look after my boy.
-James Potter.
The words surprised him and didn't at the same time. He was surprised by the houses and the vaults. But he wasn't surprised by his father naming Sirius his godfather, though to see Remus named as well, threw him. He had known he viewed the man as a second godfather, even had called him as such. He knew Sirius had sworn that James would have wanted Remus to raise him if he couldn't. But to see that it was legal and written down, made it feel different, more official.
He carefully handed the paper to his right, it was hard to give away, even knowing he was going to get it back. His father had left something of himself in the will. His voice, in a way, Harry felt like he could hear the man, in the loving and teasing words written down. He didn't have anything else that gave him that. At least nothing he had found, the information about the second vault gave him hope that him might find more. When fingers gently took the parchment from him, he looked up and noticed Remus looked a little pale. It seemed Harry wasn't the only feeling scared about reading his parents wills. He gave his godfather a smile.
Then he took a breath and turned back to the second. Just as before he was careful as he unfolded it and read it.
The Last Will and Testament of Lily Evans Potter.
Harry,
I pray you only read this when you are a man. Maybe after you have already started a family of your own and I have gotten to play with my grandchildren. Though I fear that is unlikely. This war has taken so much and too many, I know it will take more still. My only hope is that you are not alone when you read this. Hopefully your father is by your side and if not him then one of those silly idiots he calls his best friends.
He snorted. Remus and Sirius were going to get a good laugh at that. He smiled. He had been told time and time again about his father's sense of humor, but not one mentioned his mother's.
I think I will make this simple, as I have not the heart to make it long and drawn out. I, Lily Evans Potter, nameSirius Black as Harry James Potter's Godfather, and with him I know Remus Lupin will be there like always saving his friend from his own stupidity,-
Harry laughed and had to look away from the parchment for a second, he looked up and noticed both Remus and Sirius giving him questioning looks, Remus had tears in his eyes and Sirius now held Harry's Father's will. He just gave both a tiny smile and went back to reading his Mother's words.
-and I know James will name Remus as well, but I feel that with this war and all of our roles in it, that I should name another just to be safe, and if James is reading this I pray you understand my choice. If Sirius Black should be unable, I name Severus Snape to take his place.
He froze, then reread the last sentence. He had known that Snape and his mother had been friends when they were younger. Lily had even mentioned him a time or two in the past. But he had seen the fight and cruel words Snape had snapped at her, in the man's memories the year before. He hadn't thought they had become friends again after. Wow, he thought, how the hell was he going to tell the man about this? Giving his head a shake, he went back to reading.
Whether he is placed with Sirius, Remus, or Severus, he is to have nothing to do with my sister Petunia Dursley. She hates magic and anything associated with our world, I fear for how she would treat him.
Harry, I do not know what the future holds. I don't know how you will be raised or by who, and I hope with everything that I am, that your father and I are there, but if not, I know that Sirius and Remus love you almost as much as we do. As for Severus, I wish I had fixed what was broken long ago. He is a good man, though I fear he was and still is a little lost. I have no doubt if asked, he would protect you and care for you. I just hope he can forgive me for the mistakes of a confused and angry young girl. Know this my son, that you are loved. Live well and be happy.
-Lily
Oh, was his first thought when he finished. Too stunned to be angry he passed the will to Remus. He dropped back on his bed, laying on his back. He knew he needed to tell Snape. It would be cruel not to. And he would have to show him the will, so the man could see him mother's words. Maybe it would give the man a bit of closure over the loss. He closed his eyes, he thought over the bit about his aunt. He was never supposed to go there. His mother knew it would be horrible and had done everything she could to keep him away. And yet the headmaster had insisted he go there. Not just when he was a baby, but every summer since he was 11. Logically he knew it was because it kept him secluded from the Wizarding World and any potential allies or knowledge that would turn him against the old man. But he still had a hard time wrapping his mind around the fact that Dumbledore had known how he was being treated and put him back there time and time again, all for some greedy desire to have Harry look up to and need him. All for some purpose Harry had yet to figure out. It was all so bloody maddening.
"You okay pup?" Sirius asked and Harry had to open his eyes because it sounded like his Godfather was crying; which he was. Harry pushed up and wrapped the man in a hug, giggling a little when Remus joined in. The three of them stayed like that for a while, long past the time acceptable for a hug, and when they broke apart Harry was feeling a little better. It seemed that George was right about not wanting to be alone, speaking off.
"Who told you guys?" He asked.
"Twins," his Godfathers said together. He smiled, he would have to remember to thank them.
"Are you going to tell Severus?" It was Remus that asked. Harry sighed and nodded. "Not yet though." It just another thing he needed to speak the man about. He hadn't forgotten his promise to Draco about talking to Sirius about the marriage of the blonde's parents, but he felt the need to talk to Severus and maybe even the Malfoy patriarch before doing so. He wanted to make sure it was something everyone wanted before he did anything. He hadn't gotten the chance yet and honestly he was a little nervous about bringing up it up to the man. He sighed again.
"I just need a little time," he told his Godfathers.
"Cub, Why don't you lie down. It's getting late and it's been a long day." Harry had to agree, he felt exhausted.
After another round of hugs the two men left and Harry quickly changed into a pair of Draco's sleep pants and crawled into bed. It wasn't very long before he heard his mate enter the room and after a couple of minutes the blonde crawled into bed pulled Harry close and held him. The normally snarking Slytherin didn't say a word when he broke and started crying. Just tightened his grip and held him until he cried himself to sleep.