Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. If I had Sirius, Remus, Fred and Dobby would never have died and there would have been a lot more bromance.

Warnings: Mentioning of abuse and torture. Strong Bromance. Hugging and hand holding...can't handle grown men hug or hold hands then I suggest you do not read this. Powerful Sirius and Strong Remus too.

Extra warnings: Language and bashing of Dursleys, Dumbledore, Molly and occasionally Hermione.

Summary: Returning from their vacation and it's unexpected ending Harry, Sirius and Remus have to deal with the aftermaths and finally begin their new
lives.

Special thanks to Kitty for Beta-ing this story and pre-reading it.

Chapter 1

Entering into the small living room of Lupin Cottage in his pyjamas after having taken a shower, the last thing Harry had ever expected to walk into was the sight of his godfather knitting.

And yet, that was exactly what Sirius was doing. Freshly clad into his pyjamas and hair still damp from his own shower, his godfather was curled up on the couch, his feet tucked mostly underneath his body while his hands flashed with a pair of needles.

Harry had to take a second look, letting the towel he had been drying his hair with drop to his shoulders as he moved to the couch.

"You're...knitting?" stating the obvious seemed the most logical solution to his surprise.

"Why are you so surprised?" confused Sirius looked up at Harry without stopping what he was doing.

"You are a Pure-Blood male, I mean...Mrs. Weasley knits but she is a woman. I thought only females did that stuff?"

Picking up the towel from his shoulders when his pyjama jacket began to get damp, Harry moved to hang it over the small rack beside the fireplace Remus had placed there for that purpose.

"Isn't that rather prejudiced? And as for the Pure-Blood comment, when have I ever done anything remotely Pure-Bloodedly? And shush, that is a word," he added hurriedly as Harry tried to suppress a chuckle.

"Fair point. But why are you knitting?"

"I'm making scarves for you, Remus and Dobby."

"Why?"

"Because I know the Hogwarts one isn't exactly made of the warmest materials and you should keep that one for school purposes alone. Remus' scarf has more holes in it than actual fabric and I did say I wanted to give Dobby something to thank him."

"All right, fair enough. Hermione knits with magic though, isn't that much quicker?"

"Knitting with magic, now that is something a Pure-Blood would do. It is so impersonal to just have a pair of needles do the work for you."

"Can't argue with that either. How did you learn to knit in the first place?" Harry sat down beside Sirius on the couch. "Are you feeling better after your shower now?"

Sirius shrugged, "Not really. No shower can help with the kind of soreness I'm feeling. The aftereffects from those hexes and curses will probably linger for several more days. So since I promised I would take it easy, I figured I would start on my plan to make you guys scarves."

He carefully stretched a little, nightshirt hitching up enough to reveal a line of dark blue bruising on pale skin; bruises that Harry knew stretched out over his godfather's entire torso.

But outside of a tiny hitch in his movements, Sirius gave no hint of discomfort and he curled up like an oversized cat again, somehow not having disturbed the ball of wool lying in his lap.

"Your grandmother taught me how to knit after I ran away from Grimmauld Place. I didn't have anything with me but the bloody rags on my body and didn't want to have them waste their generosity on me aside from what was really needed. I mostly just wore old stuff from your dad and Remus anyway, so didn't want them to buy me anything new," a smile crossed over Sirius' lips. "So your grandmother compromised by deciding to show me how to make my own. As she claimed to have more than enough wool lying around that went unused, I didn't feel guilty for using it."

"Why didn't you want to accept anything?" Harry moved to sit sidewards to be able to talk to his godfather more properly.

"My whole childhood I was told I was a burden and useless; I didn't want to give them any reason to think the same regardless of how I'd arrived."

"How exactly did you arrive? You mentioned bloody rags?"

"I was a right mess; torn clothes, broken bones and bruises. Bare blistered and torn feet. I had torn the skin from the soles of my feet so badly that I was basically walking on the bone and it took them days to just fix the initial damage. I couldn't even go to the bathroom without help because I couldn't even stand on them."

"If the Blacks weren't already dead then I would've liked to rip them apart," Harry growled in anger as he thought of the hideous people who had dared to call themselves Sirius' parents.

Even the Dursleys had never been that bad; they had denied him food and never missed a chance to tell him he was a worthless brat, but they had never laid a finger on him or tried to kill him. And from what he had learned about the Blacks, that was exactly what they had tried to do to his godfather.

Sirius placed his work in his lap and tugged gently on Harry ́s pyjama sleeve to pull him close enough for a hug, seemingly guessing at least part of his inner thoughts. Harry willingly let himself be pulled closer, shifting as he did so he wouldn't apply any additional pressure on his godfather ́s sore body. He hugged him close for a long moment before leaning back again and tugging carefully on the hem of Sirius ́ right pant leg.

"You shouldn't put pressure on it like that." He softly berated him as Sirius shifted his weight so that Harry could pull his leg out from under his body. Carefully pulling the oversized sock down a bit he looked at the dark patches of colour forming a disfigured pattern on his godfather's ankle.

"The pressure helps," Sirius apologised, his leg twitching when Harry carefully touched the clearest visible bruise.

"Remus said to keep it elevated."

"Keeping it elevated makes the rest of my body protest. This position seemed like an appropriate compromise."

Harry fondly shook his head, letting the foot rest against his leg again and placing his hand over it lightly so that Sirius couldn't pull it back under his body.

Sirius gave him a long unreadable look before sighing in defeat and shifting slightly so he became more comfortable in the new position before continuing his knitting again, accepting Harry's unvoiced request. Harry smiled and watched him work in silence for a few minutes before something occurred to him.

"Who helped you to the bathroom?"

"Your dad. Your grandparents tried not to because they knew I was already embarrassed enough as it was." Sirius didn't seem fazed by his continuance of their previous conversation at all and simply answered him.

"And you didn't feel that way with dad?" Harry had to ask.

"Not really. I've had to help him loads of times when Quidditch banged him up and he had seen me naked often enough while treating my injuries after every holiday I had to go back. We helped each other shower, cut food and even helped each other eat on more than one occasion when we were incapable of doing it ourselves," Sirius smiled wryly. "It was something we often did for Remus after a full moon as well. It wasn't something we ever really thought about."

Harry couldn't imagine ever doing the same for Ron or his friend for him but when he admitted as much, he was surprised as his godfather only smiled.

"Your situation is fairly different, honey. You are the only one of your friend group who periodically gets hurt and then you have too much pride to let anyone help you."

"That's not entirely true; I always let you help me if I've hurt myself," Harry protested; briefly wondering if he should object to the new endearment since he wasn't a little child. But he immediately dismissed it as he couldn't care less and the unconscious endearments Sirius occasionally used just made him feel fuzzy and warm.

"True, but we're family. You usually try to be brave and strong before Remus as well, though I have to admit you have been getting better to admit your hurts to him."

Blushing as he realised Sirius was telling the truth, Harry sighed. "Okay, I won't deny that. But didn't you, Dad and Remus have any pride?"

"I'm not sure," Sirius shifted. "I was mostly terrified anyone would find out about the abuse and went to great lengths to keep it hidden. But I'm not sure if there was pride involved there or just fear of what they would do to anyone who found out."

He smiled. "But Remus was fairly proud; he tried to argue but we won in the end and the first time your dad got hurt he preferred to have me help him than go to Madam Pomfrey. We all tried to avoid her as much as we could so relied on each other where we could."

"I was half expecting you to have tied Dad up so that you could treat his Quidditch injuries," Harry chuckled.

"He knew better than to do that," Sirius smiled.

"Did you ever make something for someone other than yourself?" Harry asked, wanting to keep learning more.

"Loads of times. Mostly for you, Remus and James though."

"Did Mum knit?"

"Oh no, it frustrated her more than anything when she kept dropping stitches. Your dad was pretty good at it though."

"Dad knitted, too?" Harry asked surprised.

"Yeah, he learned alongside me. The first few days I wasn't allowed to walk at all so I was confined to the house and knitting kept me occupied. Your dad always kept me company when not flying so we struggled together. He was better at making socks though, didn't have the patience for sweaters or scarves. Your grandfather could knit too actually. He occasionally joined us if he had the time and set us back on track again if we got mixed up."

"So basically outside Mum my whole family knew how to knit?" Harry asked and Sirius nodded.

"Basically? Yes."

"Could you teach me, too?"

"Of course, it's a handy skill to know at any time," Sirius agreed.

"Thanks. Did Dad make you socks if he was good at them?" Harry smiled as he looked at Sirius' fluffy socks. They looked too new to have been made by his father but maybe Sirius had made them himself.

"All the time. And for Remus too. He would never accept any charity from us so we began making clothes much too big for ourselves and dump them on him every so often. He must have known we did it on purpose but he always accepted the clothes after some arguing. It replaced his own worn clothes and he usually stopped complaining when he realised I wore them."

"Do you think he still has some? I would love to see the work."

"What work?" Remus entered the living room, carrying a plate with three mugs of tea and a bundled up tea towel while dressed in his own night clothes.

"James and my knitted clothes. Do you still have any?" Sirius asked as Remus handed Harry a mug and placed one on the small side table for Sirius before taking his own and placing it on the other table.

"Thanks."

"I think I have some locked away. I outgrew most of them by now. Actually I think they'd fit you fairly well if you'd like them." Remus knelt down before the couch and removed a bottle from his pyjama pocket.

"You think so?" Harry hesitated while moving his hand to rest on Sirius' leg to keep it still as he tried to twitch away from Remus' touch. His godfather hissed but Harry tried his hardest to ignore the pained gasp as he did his best to focus on the conversation with Remus. He didn't want to take anything that Remus obviously treasured. And he had to or he would have thrown them out once he had outgrown them. "They are your clothes."

"They don't fit me any more and it is a bit of a waste to have them locked in a trunk. But I couldn't bring myself to give them away after your dad passed away. He would have wanted you to have them once you fit into them. Besides, I think you will like most of the stuff your dad and Sirius made."

"Stuff?"

"I have some of your old toys in the same truck. Most were made by Sirius and your grandmother and I couldn't bear to look at them for a long time, but couldn't throw those away either when I found them while helping to clean the rubbish from Godric's Hollow. You especially loved the little knitted dog Sirius made you, called him Pa'foo."

"A knitted dog?" Harry asked with glee as he glanced at his godfather's pale face. Sirius didn't seem to be listening to their conversation as his eyes were closed and biting his lip to prevent himself from hissing in pain while Remus carefully rubbed some kind of potion onto the bruised limb.

"Yes. He made you a stag, wolf and a deer to represent your mother, too. They always had to come to bed with you." Remus' smile didn't reach his eyes, though and Harry realised he was trying to keep a conversation going to distract them both from what he was doing and to try and give Sirius something to focus on.

"It would be nice to see it all." Harry swallowed a lump in his throat and Remus nodded in agreement.

"I'll search for them the next few days then. They should be in one of the trunks at the attic somewhere."

Remus closed the lid over the bottle; placing it aside before resting the tea towel over the ankle. Another hiss escaped Sirius before he let out a relieved sigh and Harry finally felt the tension slowly disappear from where his hand was holding his godfather's leg in place.

"Why couldn't Dobby heal it when he healed my cuts without a problem?" he softly rubbed Sirius' upper arm to try and comfort him.

"Because it was caused by dark magic..." Sirius answered hoarsely before clearing his throat.

"And injuries caused by dark magic aren't healed that easily." Harry finished for him as he remembered what he had been taught about the subject.

"It will be fine in a few days. I'll wrap it up tomorrow so it won't hurt him as much and we'll have to try and keep him off his feet as much as possible," Remus reassured him before handing Sirius a different bottle.

"Couldn't you have given me that first?" Mock glaring at his friend Sirius downed the pain relieving potion before grimacing at the taste, making Harry chuckle.

"Does the ice help?" Remus repositioned the ankle on the couch before standing up and sitting down in the chair on Sirius' other side.

"Yeah, thanks." Sirius took a few deep breaths before ruffling Harry's hair to show him he was all right again and picking up his knitting work again.

"Scarf?" Remus asked.

"Yeah."

"For whom?" Remus looked at the lap of colourful wool with slight suspicion.

"Don't worry, this one is for Dobby. I want to say sorry for making him check all those houses while we won't even go to them any more and as a New Years present. I'm making you and Harry one, too."

"Good, I could use a new one," Remus took a sip from his drink.

"I noticed. Any specific colour you'd like?"

"Blue would be nice," Remus gave the scarf a closer look. "Are you using a pattern there?"

"Yes, the Potter crest. I figured that since Dobby loves Harry so much he'll like to have the family crest on his."

"That's my family crest?" Harry leaned closer to examine it. He could faintly recognise it from the mark on Sirius' arm but other than that it meant little to him so he refocused his attention to the conversation. "You can knit patterns?"

"Your dad was better at this one. He took a lot of joy in knitting the Potter crest into every pair of fluffy socks he made for me."

"On Hogsmeade weekends he would hunt down the softest wool he could find so he could make comfortable socks for Siri's feet."

"While they were still healing?" Harry looked at his godfather's socks again unconsciously, making the other two chuckle.

"They have always remained slightly sensitive after I damaged them so badly and it took a long time for them to truly heal in the first place. So your dad would indeed search for the softest kinds of wool everywhere he went to make me fluffy socks," Sirius chuckled. "I remember when he stole your shoes and gave you new ones with the excuse that his own shoes were too tight for me to wear with the bandages and woollen socks."

"I don't believe for a second that you let him without complaining about it." Harry grinned at Remus who smiled back at him.

"Oh I complained all right. Told him to give Sirius the new shoes but he insisted that he wouldn't be able to wear them without the new fabric hurting his feet. And since my feet were bigger it only made sense to simply give me new shoes and my old ones to Sirius."

"It wasn't truly the reason why he got new shoes though. He had seen Remus' shoes were worn down so we had to make a plan to get him new ones without him refusing them or arguing endlessly. My feet were just an excuse, though they did hurt less than my own shoes did."

"I knew your plan, but they felt so good that I simply agreed to the reasoning after arguing a little bit for show," Remus admitted, making Sirius and Harry laugh.

"Do you know how to knit, too?" Harry asked as Sirius placed his work down again to pick his mug up and take a sip from it.

"A little. My mother taught me during the long days spend inside after I was bitten but I never truly got the hang of it. I can make scarves but not much else. Anything else and I'd get large patches full of holes that either James or Sirius had to try and fix for me again."

"But you knew they could knit?"

"Oh yes, everyone did. They were never secretive about it either. Spent many an evening knitting right in the crowded common room with Sirius' cat chasing the ball of wool whenever it fell from either of their laps."

"You mentioned that cat before. Where and when did you get it?" Harry always enjoyed hearing more stories from the two.

"Your dad bought her for me Christmas of third year. My parents had killed the owl Uncle Alphard had given me when I got my letter the summer before, so I couldn't secretly correspond with James and he felt horrible about it. Tried to buy me a new one but I refused, knowing they'd simply kill it again. So for Christmas he gave me the most adorable female kitten."

"What was she like?"

"Playful but loved to cuddle. She was completely grey with black stripes over her back and head and white paw socks."

"What was her name?"

"Wizzy."

"Wizzy?" Harry looked at his godfather in disbelief. "Really...you named your cat Wizzy?"

"What? It's a good name."

"It is a ridiculous name and you know it," Remus shot at him.

"Why Wizzy?"

"Because we were wizards and she was a wizard's cat? Your dad thought of the name actually. I never claimed him to be very imaginative in choosing names."

"But didn't your parents kill her, too, when you had to return to Grimmauld Place for vacations?"

"Never gave them the chance, she stayed with the Potters during the vacations we spent away from Hogwarts to keep her safe," Sirius explained.

"Mum chose my name didn't she?" Harry looked at Sirius doubtfully. If his father named a cat Wizzy he couldn't have thought of his own son's name.

"It was a bit of a combined effort," Sirius shrugged.

"Right. If I recall correctly neither of them came up with the actual name he's got now until you suggested it." Remus revealed.

"You chose my name?" Harry turned his head more so he could look at Sirius a bit better. Having been at his birth was already amazing, but now learning his godfather had had a hand in choosing his name was awesome.

"Not really. They both wanted to name you something special. Your dad adored his grandfather, whose name was Harold. And your mum's beloved grandmother was called Mary. So I asked them why they didn't combine the names of the grandparents they loved so much, which resulted in your name."

"I was named after two grandparents?"

"Great-grandparents in your case, since they were the grandparents of your own parents," Remus correct him gently.

"Sweet. I never knew what my grandparent's names were, let alone my great-grandparents."

Sirius looked at Harry. "Your dad's parents were named Dorea and Charlus. Your grandmother's parents were named Cygnus and Violetta and from your grandfather's side Harold and Medina."
"From your mum's side your grandparents were named Victor and Anna. And of your great-grandparents I only know your grandmother's side, Mary and Frank."

Harry stared at him surprised, "How do you know all those names?"

"Cygnus and Violetta were my great-grandparents, too. Mum had three siblings. One of those was my grandfather. And your mothers I know because I met them a few times."

"And you remembered after all this time?"

"It seems so," Sirius counted his stitches for a moment while Harry grinned at learning something new again.

"Speaking of remembering. When did you guys want to return to Grimmauld Place to pick up the items we wish to take home with us?" Sirius looked up to them again.

"The sooner the better. I assume most Order members will be there once the news of Voldemort's demise comes out and I rather be happily back here then," Remus sighed.

"Shall we go first thing tomorrow morning then?" Harry suggested.

"Make that second. I wish to pay a small visit somewhere else first," Sirius admitted as he finished counting his stitches.

"Where do you want to go?" Curiously Harry looked at his godfather as he continued knitting again.

"The Dursleys. The adoption papers arrived while you were in the shower and I wish to make sure they drop all their fake rights to you and can't make trouble under Dumbledore's orders."

"You think they'll make trouble?" Harry looked worried at his godfather.

"Not if they value their health," Remus growled.

"Exactly. So I suggest you go off to bed soon so we can make a bright start tomorrow morning. I was thinking of arriving at their doorstep around eight in the morning."

"Eight in the morning on a vacation day? Do you wish to rub them in the wrong way from the start?" Harry exclaimed.

Sirius smirked. "No, I simply wish to get it over with as soon as possible. I plan to sign these tomorrow once I've send an owl to McGonagall to confirm she can make it and I wish to eliminate every possible obstacle before that time. I assume you would like to have your friends present?"

"I...I don't know. I'd like the twins to be there and Ron. I know he has acted like a jealous prick in the past, but he is my best friend. And possibly Ginny too. It was fun to have her at my birthday party, too," Harry admitted as he thought for a few moments.

"And Hermione?" Remus asked softly.

"I don't know. She's been acting really nasty to Sirius most of the time. She's my best friend, but I have no desire to go out of my way to involve her if she is not already there."

"Understandable. What about Luna and Neville? You get along with them well don't you?" Sirius asked and Harry smiled.

He had become friends with Luna because his godfather had suggested he seek the girl out and he'd talked to great length about both in the letters they had passed through another one of the Marauder's inventions once he had started the DA lessons.

Sirius had given Harry a small box that was a twin of the one Sirius owned. They placed letters into it and then closed it, making the letter appear in the other box. It had been a secure way of communicating as Sirius had been very careful about information being intercepted.

"Luna's pretty weird but very nice and although I like her, I don't know her well enough yet and it's the same for Neville. They are getting to become true friends, but I'm not close enough to them to want them present for this. I just want you guys to be there."

"We'll be there. I because I wish to adopt you and Remus because he will act as one of the two witnesses. I have to ask you though; do you have any preference for an adult to sign the papers?"

Harry thought for a long moment before he answered. "The only other adult I can think of would be Professor McGonagall. I like Mr. Weasley but I wouldn't want him as my witness. You can't be a witness since you will be signing them and Remus is already your witness."

Sirius chuckled. "You could always ask him first. I haven't actually asked him yet."

"No, he should be yours as he is your closest friend. I would like to ask McGonagall; since you saw her as a potential guardian, it would be kind of fitting if she were there to see you take full custody over me," Harry decided.

"All right. Do you wish to ask her yourself?" Sirius asked.

"Urm..." Suddenly Harry wasn't as sure of himself any more.

"Or do you want me to invite her and pass the request along at the same time?" Sirius placed his work down to accept a piece of paper and a pen from Remus, who had retrieved both items from the desk while they spoke.

"The second if you don't mind. Why are you writing with pen and paper by the way? I thought all wizards used parchment and quills?"

"Parchment is expensive and so is ink. Besides, I think this works better and faster," Remus explained while Sirius scribbled a note on his paper and folded it before sealing it.

He whistled and a few moments later a small light brown owl flew in and landed on his shoulder.

"Care to pass on a message, Boo?" Sirius held the piece of paper up and Boo lovingly bit his finger before holding out a claw so that Sirius could fasten the message to it.

"Wait for a reply, please." Sirius carefully shifted to prepare to stand up, but Harry swiftly stood up and held out his arm for the small owl while using his other to gently push Sirius back into the couch.

"I'll bring him to the window. I don't want you to move unless you are going to bed," he ordered as Boo flew onto his arm and he let him out of the window, closing it before he moved back to his spot.

"I didn't know either of you owned an owl."

"We didn't. He's a little foundling Sirius picked up while on the run. After he healed we tried to release him, but he refused to leave so Sirius kind of adopted him as his owl."

"His famous animal attraction again?" Harry asked snickering.

"I think in this case it is more that Boo sees Sirius as his mummy, since he couldn't have been more than a few weeks old when he found him. He didn't eat on his own yet but his mother had abandoned him, so Sirius hand-fed him and taught him how to fly." Suddenly Remus began to laugh. "You should have seen that. It was quite the sight to behold. Sirius would stand on a chair and hop down from it while flapping his arms around and Boo just looked at him like he was mental."

"But he is flying now, so I guess it worked in the end?"

"After a lot of patience and various attempts he got the message. He's an adorable little fellow." Sirius fondly smiled at the memory.

"Why Boo though?"

"This idiot here thought it hilarious to call out 'boo' every time the poor thing made any indication of hooting. After a few times he started to react to the name and it stuck."

"It's a cute name for a cute owl," Sirius defended his action. "And technically I named him Boo because he kept creeping up behind me in the dark before hooting. If he was going to keep scaring the living daylight out of me, then he should be named accordingly. It was just funny to get him to respond to the name in that way."

"It is a cute owl; I have to agree to that." Remus rose to collect their cups after letting out a large yawn. "We should go to bed if you wish to be up before the sun tomorrow."

"I only need to finish these two needles and then I'm done."

"Do you want me to wait for you?" Harry tried to suppress a yawn, making Sirius smile.

"No, you should go to bed. I'll be up soon, too," Sirius assured him, giving him a yawn in return.

Harry hesitated for a moment. "Are you still going to stay with me?"

"Would you like me to?"

"Yeah." It was easier than expected to admit wanting to have Sirius close. Not only because he slept better when his godfather was there with him, but also because he liked being able to bring comfort to Sirius when he had a nightmare. And he had more of those in one week than Harry had in months.

Sirius nodded. "Then I will tiptoe in within an hour," he promised.

Harry nodded, though he wasn't about to leave Sirius alone after all that had happened today. He knew Sirius was hurting, even though he barely showed it and now that he had finally sat down, he might not be able to get up on his own any more.

He turned to wish Remus a good night while trying to think of an excuse to linger but Remus surprised him by initiating a hug and pulling him close to whisper into his ear.

"Don't worry, I'll wait for him to finish and then go upstairs with him."

"Are you sure?" Harry whispered back, relieved when Remus nodded before releasing him again.

He glanced at Sirius who rolled his eyes good-naturedly, and Harry smiled at him sheepishly. But Sirius didn't object when Remus took a seat beside him on the couch and carefully moved his leg in to his lap so it was a bit more elevated.

"All right, good night you both," Harry told them.

"So he gets a hug but I don't? That is completely unfair," Sirius pouted, making Harry laugh.

"Of course you get a hug, too." Harry moved to his godfather and leaned forward to give him a warm hug. Sirius wrapped his arms around him and held him close for a long moment before pressing a kiss to his temple as he let go of him again.

"Good night, love you and sweet dreams," Sirius said with a tired smile as he picked up his knitting work once more.

"Love you too and good night." Harry replied with a happy smile as he leaned forward once more to give his godfather a kiss on his cheek before waving at Remus.

"Night." Remus and he said in unison, both smiling before Harry gave a little wave and left the room.

He brushed his teeth before slipping between the sheets and laying down, intending to wait for Sirius to join him.

But he couldn't keep his eyes open and quickly dropped off to sleep; only waking in what seemed like moments later by the bedroom door opening and a stumble.

"Whazzit?" he asked sleepily as he turned to see a blurry form move into the room.

"Shh, go back to sleep. I'm just bringing Sirius to bed." Remus' voice answered him in a whisper.

Immediately Harry became more alert and he reached for his glasses to see his godfather's sleeping form in Remus' arms and alarmed he sat up immediately.

"He fell asleep shortly after you left. I mixed a bit of muscle relaxation into his tea to help him relax. Hadn't expected him to fall asleep so easily and once he did I didn't have the heart to wake him up again only to have to help him upstairs anyway." Remus explained in a quiet whisper.

Harry pulled back the blankets while shifting to the right so that Remus could sit down and could slip Sirius' unresponsive form onto the bed and then Harry helped him cover his godfather, smiling when Sirius shifted to his left side almost immediately and snuggled into the blankets. Harry tucked the blankets around his frame, making sure to keep them loose.

"Are you going to stay here too?" he looked up to Remus.

"It might be wise after today to crawl onto a camping bed. He is bound to have some nightmares tonight, if not both of you have them," Remus softly caressed his best friend's fringe out of his eyes.

Harry didn't like admitting weaknesses, but he knew there was a high possibility for exactly that as he knew that if Sirius' nightmares were usually bad enough; they would be even worse now.

Having Remus right there would make it much easier to help Sirius remember where he was and that he was safe than when Harry tried it on his own.

He didn't worry much about himself for he knew his nightmares had been mostly non-existent since the Horcrux had been removed from him. And with that his connection to Voldemort. But he had heard the person he loved most of all being tortured while being unable to help him. So the chance that he would have nightmares about that himself was high.

He sighed. "You are right. I think you are going to have to crawl in with us though."

"Why?" confused Remus looked at him.

"Because Siri has taken your shirt hostage," Harry tried to suppress a chuckle, not wanting to wake his godfather.

Remus glanced down to see that Sirius indeed had a firm grip on his nightshirt, fingers twisted into the material and he shrugged; kicking off his slippers and manoeuvring himself to lay beside Sirius without disturbing him.

"You are surprisingly good at that," Harry took off his glasses again and laid back down again, tugging the blankets up a bit.

"Not the first time he has hijacked a shirt. Your dad was a true master of this art. He could even change bedsides without waking him up and that is when Sirius sleeps as light as a feather."

"And you can't?"

"Oh no. I can get him to bed without a problem, especially if he's bone tired and drugged like this. But if I try to move away from him once he's taken a hold he will still wake up. Even if it is just to move to the other side of the bed."

"So you are stuck here." Harry couldn't help but be amused as Sirius curled up against Remus like a cat and the other man wrapped an arm around him in a way that told Harry the two had indeed slept like this more often.

"Good night Remus," closing his eyes again, Harry drifted back to sleep almost immediately again and only heard Remus' reply from a far distance.