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Sirius's first impression on Madame Eliza was that she was the no-nonsense type. She also seemed to instantly dislike him, but that was probably because of the awesome muggle look he was trying. He had torn skinny-jeans on and a black T-shirt that very nicely stated, One Glance At Me and You Will Fall In Love.

Obviously Madame Eliza didn't share those feelings. She did though seem smitten about Remus and didn't even spare Sirius a glance. Perhaps Sirius should have let Remus borrow his shirt. The devious werewolf had her eating out of his hands. Sirius pouted throughout the entire thing.

"Yes and how old is Mr. Potter again," the woman was asking as she fumbled with a few papers on her neat, organized, and pristine conditioned desk.

"Five, he turns six in July," Sirius jumped in to reply.

"Wonderful, he can be put with our little ones. School will start on the 2nd of August, don't worry I'll owl you all the information," she gave a smile to Remus while saying all that, and Sirius had to stifle his laugh.

Remus smiled back warmly and they walked out of the large wizarding schools doors.

"Have a good day," Madame Eliza called out with a cheery wave.

"You too," Remus said back and they were on their way. With a quick pop, they apparate back to the Manor.

"Siri!" Jase squealed happily as he saw his Uncle appear. He left the house-elf who was playing with him and ran toward the man with open arms.

"Lift! Lift!" he cried.

"Oh," Sirius put his hands on his hips, "so you wanted to be lifted up, huh?"

"Yes!"

"Then lift I shall," Sirius roared and picked up the little boy and threw him up in the air.

"Sirius!" Remus shrieked, his heart stopping as he entered the room to see the two year old flung up so high he almost hit the ceiling.

Sirius caught the boy and spun around, giving Remus a not as much of a guilty face he should have been wearing and said, "What, I caught him."

Remus slapped his forehead and Harry giggled. Both men spotted Harry holding a book, hiding near the sofas, laughing at them with amusement shining in his emerald eyes. Remus grinned and strode over.

"What are you reading?" he asked.

"Knights of the Round Table! It's awesome."

"Oh I read that book as well. My favorite knight was actually Sir Gawaine."

"No way, it's Sir Lancelot who's the best!"

Sirius smiled as he watched the two bicker and laugh about the characters in the book and then turned back to look at Jase who was still in his arms.

"Do you want to read a book too?"

Jase made a face. "No," he declared.

Sirius chuckled. "Me neither kiddo. Let's go play with the toy quaffle."

"Yay," Jase pumped his fist in the air in joy.

"So Harry how about it? Do you want to go to school?"

"I've always wanted to actually. There'd be more books and peop- um yeah books."

Sirius and Remus exchanged a look at his slip. They were seated on the dining table, deciding they would talk to Harry while Jase was napping.

"That's understandable Harry," Remus said gently.

Harry bit his lip. "So do you guys want me to go to school."

"Yes," Remus said firmly. "We want you to hang out with people your own age, you don't want to be hanging out with us oldies all the time," Remus teased.

"Hey, who are you calling oldie. I'll have you know I have only one grey hair! Only one! Whereas you, Moony, have a hundred!" Sirius whined.

"We're the same age Padfoot," Remus rolled his eyes. "Grow up."

"Is- is it okay if I stay with you?" Harry asked softly.

Remus looked surprised. "Sure if you want Harry, we're not forcing you. But are you sure you don't want to?"

Sirius cut in, "Harry we are not going to force you. It's your choice, but you are going to get lonely if you stay. It's just for a few hours every day minus the weekends. Think about it alright. And we are not going to get mad if you say no," Sirius added in after thought.

Harry looked down, his black tufts of hair falling on on his face so the men couldn't see his expression.

"Do- do you not want me anymore?" Harry asked so forlornly that it made Sirius's heart break. He got up with a loud push, the chair squeaked on the marble floors, and made a round to get to Harry. The boy looked up startled as he watched his godfather storm towards him. Sirius ignored the boy's flinch and he put an arm around him and pulled the child closer.

"We," he said seriously and slowly, "are never going to leave you. Not until we die. I promise Harry, and I will repeat it over and over again till it sinks in."

Harry had tears in his eyes as he watched Sirius searchingly as if to see if he could detect if the man was lying. When he saw no sign of that his body slumped in relief and he sagged on his godfather, hugging the life out of the man, sobbing quietly.

Sirius hugged him back just as fiercely and kissed his godson's head. Remus looked at them both lovingly with watery eyes.

"Then I'll go," Harry gasped out. "I'll go."

Sirius smiled. "I'm so proud of you kiddo, but I'll be proud either way. You don't have to if you don't want to."

"No I want to go." Harry sniffled and gave an embarrassed smile to Remus. The werewolf just grinned.

"I feel quite left out here, Harry. Why don't you give me a big hug as well. Not too tight," he added quickly as the little boy jumped on him. "Oomph," he joked. "Is it just me, or are you getting heavier."

Harry giggled and mumbled something like, "silly Moony," his face buried in the man's sweater, soaking it wet with the leftover tears. Remus smiled gently and heaved the boy higher so he could fit on his hips.

"Come on you need a nap. I'll read you a story to help you sleep."

Harry nodded sleepily. "Thank you Moony. Thank you Pa'foot," he slurred tiredly.

Sirius smiled sadly. "There's nothing to thank us for Harry."

The boy was to drowsy answer back and Remus gave Sirius a small smile and they left the dining room. Sirius sighed wearily and accioed one of his most precious albums and started sifting through the pictures. He caressed a picture of Lily, James, Remus, Harry, Jase, and him laughing and playing around with the little ones. It was how Remus found him asleep, mouth open, drooling a little while hugging the book. The younger man smiled and gently pried the album from his best friend's hands and summoned a blue, dark blanket to cover him. He whispered a good night to his sleeping friend and left the room flicking his wand, "nox."

Hi… (eyes peek out from the hands hiding my face) I'm sorry! I've just been so busy and I had no time to read much alone write. But I did swear to try my best to finish this story, so here another short chapter! Next time I'll try to make it so that I add two chapters for one so it will be longer. Hope you enjoyed this! Review if you liked it… or not:)