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It all started because Molly mixed up Ginny and George's jumpers. Ginny was swimming in George's and George was practically wearing Ginny's as a crop top. But Fred still wanted to match his twin, so he cut his own into a crop top.
"Common Harry. Ron, Fred, and even 'Mione, let me cut theirs, you're the only one left."
"George, I don't want you to cut my jumper. I said no, why can't you just leave it?"
"You'll come around."
"Boys, leave him alone," Remus says from the doorway. "No means no and if you keep bothering him about this I'll have no choice but to tell your mother." The twins just whine and leave the room.
"Thanks, Moony."
"Of course Prongslet, wanna come be with me and Padfoot for a while to get away from that madness."
"Sure." Harry follows Remus to the library and sees Sirius half asleep on the couch.
"You brought back the fawn." He says smiling. "What about my tea?"
"Oh right, that's what I went down there for, I'll be back with three cups."
"Come here, Harry." Sirius sat up on the middle cushion and held out an arm. "Come snuggle your favorite godfather."
"I'm a bit old for that." He said hesitantly. He had found with Mrs. Weasley's hug that he did not want them to end, but to actually 'snuggle' he was not sure if he would ever be able to leave Sirius' embrace.
"Well it doesn't have to be for long, just humor me." Harry sighs and sits next to Sirius. Sirius smiles and puts his arm around Harry's shoulders pulling him closer. After a moment, Harry relaxes and lets his head lay on Sirius' shoulder.
"Still think you're too old for this?"
"Yes, but right now I don't really care." He snuggles deeper into his godfather's arms.
"That's my little Prongslet."
"I'm not little Padfoot."
"Hush Harry, I know you haven't gotten enough of this in your life," Sirius says playing with his godson's hair. By the time Remus had returned, Harry was fast asleep.
"It's nice to see him peaceful for once," Remus says sitting on Sirius' other side.
"It is, I'm really hoping the three of us will be able to live calmly after all of this," Sirius says leaning his head onto Remus' shoulder, shifting Harry's head to his own chest.
"Me too love, me too," Remus replies draping his arm around Sirius with his hand landing in Harry's arm. It was not too long before all three of them were asleep.
Sirius was woken up by the laughter of a set of twins not too long later. "What are you two up to?"
"We wanted to cut Harry's jumper."
"Why are you trying to cut his jumper while he's sleeping?"
"Because he wouldn't let us cut it when he was awake."
"Why not?"
"Not sure, he just said he didn't want it cut, we just want him to match all the others."
"You can't think of a reason that he said no so you're doing it while he's sleeping in it?" The twins nod. "Alright look, I am almost always one for a good prank but this is too far."
"Oh come on, this is where you draw the line?"
"I'm just saying if he said not to, he would have a good reason behind it."
"But he didn't give one."
"You're clearly not getting where I'm going with this. How do Harry's non-uniform clothes fit?"
"Loosely, they seem to be a few sizes too big. Other than the few things mum has made him and a few others he probably got it Diagon Alley." George answers and it starts to click in his head.
"Right, so we can figure he isn't given clothes that fit him often."
"But mum will make him another for next year." Fred says, still not completely understanding where Sirius was going with this.
"I know that, you know that, and I'm sure, to an extent, Harry knows that. But his life with the Muggles is rough and he has learned to hold onto what he can."
"So you mean he's not letting us touch it because he's not sure he'll get another one?" Fred finally understands.
"Partially, he also may just be holding on to something that fits and was actually intended for him. It doesn't seem he gets much of that from his biological family."
"Well when you put it that way. . ." The twins say.
"Trust me, you two don't want to cross the line of harmless prank and messing with someone emotionally. I made that mistake once and have never been completely forgiven for it."
"Okay, we'll leave him be."
"Good."
"But how could you tell all of this?"
"Because it's easy to see the signs of neglect and abuse when you've seen them first hand."
"You've been...?"
"Once I was sorted into Gryffindor, I was labeled a blood traitor but I still had to come back here. It was a long line of Slytherin blood purists versus a twelve-year-old Gryffindor blood traitor, I never had a chance of holding my own ground. They had to be careful about it actually showing up until I was disowned. And Remus' father doesn't like werewolves, but he was bitten when he was five."
"We knew that the more blood supremacy parents could be mean, but damn."
"Yes, that is why I'm happy the Black name will die with me."
"Well you could theoretically have a kid."
"I'm literally cuddled up with my werewolf husband and our godson. I don't think biological kids are in our future." Sirius chuckles, "I believe that the gay Gryffindor married to a half blood werewolf is the perfect person to end the name."
"Gay Gryffindor bottom, married to a halfblood werewolf." Remus corrects still mostly asleep.
"I didn't figure they needed to know who takes it up the ass Re."
"Yep, could have gone my whole life without knowing that." The twins say.
"I'm guessing he's telling you to leave Harry and his jumper alone. Would you rather I'd have told your mother what you were doing?"
"Honestly I'm not sure which is worse." George grimaces.
"Well I mean, I can still go get Molly."
"No! We'll leave him be."
"Then go." Remus waves them off and the run out of the room.
"I love you guys." Harry says sleepily.
"We love you too Prongslet, go back to sleep."
"Also, I didn't need to know who bottoms either."
"I thought you were asleep." Remus offers. "I was just trying to scar them, not you."
"Well you failed on half of that."
"Well at least you know you're cuddled up with a bottom, he won't subconsciously grope you in his sleep or anything like that."
"Wasn't ever worried about being molested by my godfather, I've already been by my biological uncle anyway."
"Moons, I grabbed your dic- wait did you say Vernon has molested you?" Harry just pretends to be asleep. "Harry, I'm sorry but you can't just drop that bomb and not expect us to have questions."
"It's been a few years since he did it, I'm fine."
"You're only fifteen and it's been a few years since he did it?"
"Look. Can we just have a calm day and I'll explain all I can tomorrow?"
"Harry. . ."
"Please," Harry beggs, sounding on the verge of crying, "Just one Christmas with some sense of normalcy."
"You know we'll still be here next year, don't you?" Sirius asks.
"We both know you can't promise that." Harry replied quietly, the men could hear that he was trying to keep a steady voice.
"And why not?"
"I bet you were all planning on being there for my second Christmas too, shit blows up whenever you try to plan something with me."
"I. . ." Sirius falters, "Remus, disagree with him!" He pleads.
"Pads, we all spent over a week planning his first birthday, and literal shit blew up."
"Wait what?" Harry asks.
"You had a dirty diaper, apparently got mad that it wasn't changed yet, and managed to make it explode." Sirius answers. "I almost forgot about that."
"See, this is what I wanted." Harry sighs happily.
"Fine, but we'll be finishing the other conversation before you go back to school." Sirius says seriously.
"Okay." Harry concedes. "If we must."
"Go back to sleep mate, well be right here when you wake." Sirius says coaxing the young man back down. As Harry laying his head back onto Sirius' chest Remus reaches around to run a hand through Harry's hair.
"We love you kid, and we'll do all in our power to keep you safe." Remus tells him.
"Love you two too." Harry says drifting back to sleep.