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Harry apparated to Grimmauld Place with Sirius and Remus as soon as they managed to escape the courtroom. It had been no easy feat, with half the Wizengamot wanting to shake Sirius’ hand and apologise to him for what had happened. By the time they escaped it felt like days since they’d been anywhere but that underground theatre.
The lurch of apparition still left Harry feeling queasy, and he made a beeline for the living room as they crossed the threshold. He sat down and immediately felt the day's events hit him. Tears pricked at his eyes and he didn’t know why. He was happy, he was so happy that Sirius was free, why was he crying?
Sirius sat down on his right, Remus next to him. None of them spoke, they just sat back and relaxed into the feather pillows.
“So...what now?” Sirius asked.
“A four hour nap,” Remus deadpanned and Harry nodded wholeheartedly. “Chocolate first though.”
“Mmm,” Sirius grunted, “you gettit.”
Harry snickered and wiped his eyes as Sirius grinned at him. Remus cursed them both and heaved himself off the sofa.
“He’ll need a minute alone,” Sirius whispered, “doesn’t mean we can’t get anything out of it though.”
Sure enough, Remus didn’t appear for another fifteen minutes, but when he did he had three mugs of hot chocolate levitating in front of him and suspiciously glassy eyes.
Harry didn’t mention it as Remus sat back down, this time a little closer to Sirius. They drank their hot chocolates in silence and fell asleep.
--
A loud noise woke Harry up an hour later.
“Stop! Shit, we’ll wake Harry,” Remus was laughing.
“No we won’t, it’s fine he was fast -”
Sirius didn’t manage to finish his sentence before Harry popped his head around the door frame.
He stared in silence for a minute.
“What in the name of Merlin are you doing? ” Harry couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore and bent double, wheezes racking his body.
Sirius and Remus were frozen in mid-air, both trying to levitate the other up while pinning party decorations around the ceiling and staircase.
They looked like cheap, tacky muggle decorations too - streamers and balloons and a huge great ‘congratulations’ banner. It was like the school dances Harry remembered from primary school.
“What does it look like mini Prongs? We’re getting ready for a party!”
Remus rolled his eyes but was laughing too, “the others are coming over tomorrow to celebrate. Want to give us a hand?”
“I’m not allowed to use magic outside of school,” Harry despaired. He’d always hated that rule but it felt downright cruel now.
Sirius laughed, “don’t be stupid, no one really cares about that. Plus there’s loads of ways to get around it - I’ll teach you.”
“Proving yet again what a stabilising and responsible influence you’ll be in Harry’s life,” Remus snickered, then yelped as Sirius retaliated by dropping him a few feet in the air.
“To be fair,” Harry laughed as he started levitating balloons up to hit them on the head, “in your first lesson with us you shot a paper wad up Peeves’ nose then got Neville to put Snape in drag.”
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The house looked horrendous when people started showing up. The decorations made the renovated parts look gaudy and the still untouched rooms looked like something from a haunted house. In hindsight, Harry thought as he looked it all over, the piñata llamas everywhere were a bit much.
Ron was the first one through the floo on Saturday evening, and he looked around with his mouth wide open.
“Mate…” He said, sounding awed, “tell me you’ve got some of this leftover?”
Harry grinned, “Yup! I reckon we should give the potions classroom a bit of decoration, don’t you?”
--
The party was in full swing when Sirius grabbed an empty glass from the table and raised it up.
“I propose a toast!” He said, his laughing voice loud above the others, “to everyone here who helped me get to this point. To be able to stand here in front of you all and feel at home is something I never thought I’d get. To be able to see Harry grow up,” Sirius’ eyes became glassy and he pulled Harry to him, “is a miracle, and to finally, finally be able to pin this man down,” Sirius beckoned Remus over, who went with a blush, “is nothing short of amazing. To freedom!”
“To freedom!” Everyone cheered.
Harry was still sandwiched between his godparents and had no drink to speak of, but he cheered all the same.
“You’re an idiot. I love you,” Remus spoke over Harry’s head as he tried to wriggle away.
“I love you too,” Sirius grinned, “and I can finally take you on a proper date now.”
“Can you stop flirting for two seconds,” Harry grumbled. He was happy for them, but he didn’t need to hear it, “you guys are practically married.”
“Hey, now there’s an idea.” Sirius was laughing now, and he sounded younger and brighter than Harry had ever heard him. “Hey Minnie, how’d you fancy marrying Remus and me, eh?”
Harry stepped back from the couple to laugh at that, and was rewarded by the sight of Professor McGonagall with red eyes and a red nose, a tartan handkerchief pressed to her face, trying in vain to hide her tearful laughter.
Behind her Ron and Hermione were still cheering and, rather alarmingly, looked to be in talks with Fred and George. Harry eyed them as they started trying to sneak confetti into their pockets. Nothing good could come of that.
“I haven’t even said yes yet.” Remus smacked Sirius around the head then pulled him in and kissed him. “Let’s do it, let’s get married.”
That’s when the confetti exploded over them all.
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'Dear Harry,
Now my dear Moony is finally making an honest man out of me, I have something to ask of you.
Will you be my best man?
Love,
Sirius'
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'Dear Harry,
Don’t let Sirius talk you round, you know you’d rather be my best man. He’ll just take you shopping for hours and make you buy stupidly expensive napkins. I won’t do any of that - the worst thing you’ll have to do as my best man is help me hide from your godfather.
Kidding, I love him.
Love,
Remus
PS: I was not kidding. I’m hiding behind Buckbeak as I write this. She isn’t impressed - I can’t play fetch with her like Padfoot can.'
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'Dear Sirius and Remus,
Hermione says it isn’t fair to make me choose.
Ron says I should pick Sirius so he’ll buy me gifts when he gets bored of napkins on the shopping trip.
Professor McGonagall says she would always pick Remus over Sirius, unless it was in a competition of who could make her life more of a misery.
Fred and George say I should be the flower girl.
Ginny says I should go as her date and nothing else.
I’ve done some soul searching and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ll attend as your godson and I’ll be best man for both of you.
Sincerely hoping this letter doesn’t warrant a howler in reply,
Harry
Aka Prongs Jr
PS: are you still coming to visit next Hogsmeade weekend?'
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'Prongs Jr,
Fine. I can deal with sharing you with Moony as long as I’m the one who gets to pick your outfit, okay? If it was up to you and him you’d just come in your Hogwarts robes.
You do owe me a favour now though, so can you please let your godfather know that I will not be keeping my surname. I am thoroughly done with the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black and have spent my whole life trying to escape them. I would like nothing more than to become a loony Lupin with him.
You have my gratitude,
Sirius Lupin (see, looks nice, right?)'
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'Dear Harry,
Your godfather has it in his head that he’s becoming a Lupin. Please tell him he’s being stupid. I’m a werewolf, my first name is connected to a wolf myth, my surname literally means wolf, my patronus is a sodding wolf (pardon my language) and I bet if I became an animagus I’d become a wolf.
I can only change one of these facts - my surname, and I’m damn well taking that chance. Please help me out, you’re the only one he listens to.
Love,
Remus Black (what a sigh of relief).
Ps: wouldn’t it be fun to piss off the Noble House of Black by having a werewolf marry in and take their name? I quite like the sound of that.'
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'Dear Sirius and Remus,
The third task is coming up, Cho still doesn’t like me back, and Snape’s just set us a three foot long essay.
Lupin, Black, Lupin-Black, Black-Lupin - just screw it all and become Potters like me.
Or work it out yourselves - I’ve enclosed the letters you both sent me.
Love,
Harry who-doesn’t-have-to-change-his-surname-ha-ha-ha'