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Although he was almost five years old, Harry was very aware that he did not have an ordinary life. First, he didn't have a mommy and daddy like all his friends at the muggle school he went to, but instead he had two amazing uncles who were the coolest adults in the world, in Harry's opinion.
Moony was without a doubt the best at treating scrapes, reading stories, and slicing sandwiches into triangles just the way Harry liked it. On the other hand, Padfoot was the best at playing in the mud, chasing monsters under the bed, and at tickling until his stomach hurt.
The two together gave the best hugs and kisses that made Harry feel safe and warm when he was scared or feeling sad. None of his guardians would get mad at him if he woke up at night and asked to sleep with them or if he made a mistake or broke something. There were times, of course, when he was put in the naughty chair for not pick up his toys or refused to eat the vegetables. Still, the anger in his little house never lasted long and, after the eternal 5 minutes in the chair, Harry always got the bestes hug from both that made him feel good inside.
That's why when Padfoot sat Harry in the lounge chair and knelt in front of him to talk to him about the future new member of the family, Harry was not worried but curious.
"A boy my age? What's his name?" Harry asked, resting his chin on his huge stuffed snitch.
"His name is Draco."
"What a curious name," Harry said with a smile.
"You think so?" Padfoot smiled as he brushed the hair out of Harry's eyes.
"Yes, but it's also special, all names are, that's what the teacher says"
"Well, she's right."
"And why is Draco coming to live with us?" Harry asked, looking into Padfoot's eyes.
Harry had always considered the blue-silver in Padfoot's eyes to be very pretty. They used to glow like stars when he looked at Harry and had a mischievous glow when he did some funny that caused Moony to chase him around the house, causing Harry to fall to the ground laughing. However, they looked sad at the time, like when it was Halloween, and they were going to visit Harry's parents. Harry hated Halloween. Not all the candy or awesome costumes made him change his mind because that day always made his Padfoot and his Moony very sad.
When Padfoot spoke again, his voice was a little husky, like when he was trying to explain big boy stuff to Harry.
"You see, Harry, Draco's dad wasn't very nice to him, and his mom asked us to take care of him."
"Wasn't he kind like Michelle like when he doesn't want to share the crayons or like the Dursleys?" Harry asked, and his Padfoot clench her jaw.
If he was honest, Harry didn't remember the Dursleys very well. He knew they weren't very nice and used to yell at him a lot, which explained why he didn't like loud noises (his Moony had once scolded his Padfoot because Padfoot had surprised him with a yell and made him cry unintentionally ). He also remembered the dark, which also explained his fear of it and his love for Kevin, the stuffed snitch he was leaning on, and that if he squeezed hard, emitted a soft golden glow that helped him sleep at night. There were other things that Harry remembered more as old dreams than as lived memories, such as the cold and the terror that something big and flabby would hurt him, but the arms of his Moony and the soft voice of his Padfoot always dispersed those ugly dreams.
"Bad like the Dursleys," Padfoot said after a while, and Harry felt a slight chill, so he hugged Kevin closer before Padfoot sat on the couch and pulled him into his lap to hug him.
"Don't worry, he will be with us and, just like you, he will be safe," the older one assured him, brushing the hair out of his face again.
"Because Moony and Padfoot are so strong and brave and they always keep the bad guys out right?" Harry said, looking up.
"That's right, little one" Sirius smiled and placed a kiss on Harry's forehead, which made Harry laugh "although we are not the only strong and brave here, you know?
"Oh no?" Harry asked, "who else?"
"Who do you think, Prongslet?"
"Hmm, Kevin?" Harry asked, and his Padfoot made a funny little noise with his mouth before breaking into laughter.
"Hahaha, no, Prongslet, I meant you."
Harry raised an eyebrow, not entirely understanding what his Padfoot was referring to, but he just laughed and put him on the couch next to him to look him straight in the eye.
"Maybe the first few days, Draco will not want to play with you and spend a lot of time with Moony, but I don't want you to feel bad or replaced by that, okay? You know that Moony loves you very much. He will only be a little busier helping Draco adjust, okay?"
"Okay," Harry smiled. "Will Moony keep reading me my bedtime story?"
"I don't see why not," he smiled, "but in case that he is too busy, I'll be able to read it," Padfoot suggested making Harry make a funny face.
"Nooo, Padfoot reads so weird," Harry sneered, causing him to earn his godfather's ticklish fingers on his ribs.
"You think so, little brat? Take this!" Sirius laughed as Harry squirmed under his fingers with pure laughter until he gasped and Kevin held out on the ground.
When Harry had caught his breath, he sat back down, and his godfather handed Kevin over for a hug.
"Do you have any questions about Draco that you want to ask me, Prongest?" Padfoot asked, looking Harry straight in the eye, and the boy became thoughtful.
Harry wasn't sure if he had more questions, although he liked being asked if he had because they made him feel important, like a big boy. After a while, the boy answered.
"Hmmm, will I have to share my toothbrush with Draco?" Harry asked with concern, and Sirius didn't have the courage to laugh at the innocence of his godson.
"No, little one, Draco will have his own toothbrush. In fact, he will have his own bedroom, right across from yours, and he will have his own clothes and his own toys, so you don't have to share anything if you don't want to."
"I like to share, just not my toothbrush," Harry said thoughtfully, and Sirius couldn't help but laugh on that occasion.
