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One second earlier, green fire had been all Harry could see. Now, sprawled in front of him, were a chair and a wooden table. His mother's hand pulled him forward. "Sirius?" she called.
"In here!" Sirius responded from inside the loo.
Harry's mother giggled. "Don't forget to wash your hands!" she shouted, and Harry let out a chuckle.
The loo's door swung open, and a man with long curly hair stepped out. "Don't make my godson think I'm a dirty person, Lily," Sirius said, frowning for a split second before squatting down to greet Harry with his toothy smile. "Hey, buddy! Miss me?"
"Yes!" Harry answered, running into his godfather's arms. "How've you been, Pafoot?"
"I'm great, of course! What about you?" Sirius hugged Harry, squeezing him gently.
"I'm great too!" Harry pulled back. "Mom said I get to stay with you for the entire week!"
Sirius's eyebrow raised. "Is she?" he looked up to where Harry's mother was sitting.
"I'll be going to Castelobruxo for one week," she explained, setting her bag down. "All of Harry's necessities are in here. I'm counting on you, godfather." She walked to where Sirius was standing and gave him a pat on the shoulder.
"You told me it'd be only for three days! Lily, I can't—" Sirius paused mid-sentence and looked down at Harry.
"I'll listen to you, Padfoot! No trouble!" Harry smiled at him and gave his godfather's leg a hug.
"See? Harry will be on his best behaviour!" Lily chuckled, ruffling her son's hair.
"I'm a good boy!" Harry nodded, tugging Sirius's hand.
Sirius sighed before smiling at Harry. "Of course you are," he said, copying his mother and ruffling Harry's hair.
Lily gave Sirius a thumbs up as she backtracked to the fireplace. "Where is Remus?"
"Remus!" Harry exclaimed, looking around.
"Somewhere in the world," Sirius grunted. "What? Don't look at me like that, Lily." He clicked his tongue and pulled Harry away from heading toward the door. "No, buddy. Remus isn't outside."
"Where?" Harry asked.
It took a minute for Sirius to respond. "I'll firecall him. I'm sure he'll come for you, buddy."
"You guys need to sit down and have an actual conversation," Lily commented, frowning at Sirius, who swatted his hands at her. "Right, Harry?" she turned to Harry and winked.
Harry nodded. "Yes, Mom! actual conv- convee—"
"Conversation," Sirius provided, chuckling. "Are you going to stay for dinner?" he asked Lily.
She shook her head. "I'll be leaving for Brazil in 15 minutes."
"Take care," Sirius nodded and averted his attention to the bag. "Where is Prongs?" he asked, busying himself with the contents of the bag.
"Dad is on adveeenture!" Harry answered, climbing onto the chair next to Sirius.
"Shouldn't that be my question?" Lily asked, smirking.
Sirius put down Harry's fairytale book that he had been picking up. "I'm sorry about him." He looked at Harry and gave him another pat on the head.
"Don't be. We are on good terms," Lily said. "Or did he tell you otherwise?"
Sirius raised both of his hands. "No, no. He did tell me you guys are okay. It's just…"
He didn't continue his words, but his face was full of wrinkles. It reminded Harry of when his godfather talked about his younger brother.
"Where is Reggy?" Harry asked. "Can I play with him?" It had been a long time since he'd met Sirius's younger brother, Reggy. He didn't talk as much as Sirius, but he never turned down Harry's invitation to play together. Harry liked him the most in Sirius's family. Sirius's parents were always glaring at Harry and avoiding him. Mother told him not to be close with them, and Dad told him they were not good people, and Harry agreed!
"When he comes by, you can ask him, buddy," Sirius answered, smiling at Harry. He then turned to Lily. "Sorry, I don't know where both of them are."
Lily let out a heartfelt laugh. Harry loved his mother's laugh, so he joined her.
Sirius huffed, ruffling Harry's hair. "What are you laughing for, huh?"
"It's always a pleasure to see your conflicted expression, Sirius," Lily said, cackling.
"Ugh, aren't you supposed to leave?" Sirius asked, clicking his tongue at her.
Lily snorted and waved at Harry. "Mom's leaving. Remember to listen to Sirius and Remus, okay?"
"Okay!" Harry raised his hand to wave back, watching the green flames sweep her off in a swirl.
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Harry yawned, rubbing his eyes. Shouts could be heard from outside the room. He recognized both voices, but instead of dropping himself back to dreamland, Harry swung his feet down and left the bed.
"What is it that you can't understand—"
"You! Is what I cannot understand, Moony! You speak love to me yet you walk away easily—"
"Easily? You think it was easy for me to—ah, hello Harry."
"Hello, Uncle Remus," Harry greeted back, after letting out another yawn. "I miss you." He walked into Remus's extended arms.
"Just call me Moony, and I miss you too," Remus said, carrying Harry up and cradling him in his arms. "Sorry, did we wake you up?"
Harry nodded. "Stop fighting," he mumbled, dropping his head to Remus's shoulder.
"Sorry, buddy," Sirius said, rubbing Harry's back.
"Mom said—*yawn*—sit and conver-ssation," rubbing his eyes, Harry turned his head to each of his godfathers.
"Good job," Sirius snorted. Both men went silent before Sirius continued, "Your mom is right, Harry."
Harry nodded, dropping back into Remus's embrace. "Sleepy."
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Morning came with pancakes, juice, and a series of cool stories from Remus. Harry had missed Remus's stories—the man hadn't come by his house in a while. Unlike Sirius, Remus's stories were full of magical beasts and enchanted forests. It made Harry wonder if that was where his dad went to.
A flap of wings startled Harry. It was Sirius's mother's mean bird! Ugh.
"Huh. Another prestigious party. What a ball of bullshit," Sirius muttered, reading the letter the bird had brought.
"Language!" Remus scolded him, and turned to Harry. "Don't use that word, okay?"
Harry nodded, shoving a piece of his pancake into his mouth. It wasn't a new word, his mother said it often, but Harry knew he couldn't use it yet. Not until he entered Hogwarts, at least.
"I'm surprised she invited you," Remus said to Sirius, and Sirius cackled, burning the letter. "Mother is desperate. After Reggy pulled that stunt and disappeared, she had her meltdown. But, it wasn't her. It's Cissa."
"The Malfoys?" Remus asked, refilling Harry's empty cup. Harry thanked him and continued watching his godfather in silence.
"The one and only," Sirius said, and sat down across the table. "I'll tell her I'm happy to attend."
Remus flinched. "…Why?"
Sirius shrugged. "To meet a cutie? Who knows, there might be a good person there."
"A good person? At a Malfoy ball?" Remus leaned back, his arms twitching and nudging Harry's cup. "Ah, sorry, Harry. Here, I'll pour you more."
"It's okay, I'm full!" Harry announced, and let Sirius's handkerchief dab his mouth on its own. "Can I come too? I know Malfoy!"
"Pfft, you know Malfoy?" Sirius shook his head, laughing.
Harry nodded. "Dad said he hates Lucius Malfoy."
Sirius laughed even louder. Beside Harry, Remus stood up and took the plates with him.
"And that's why you shouldn't come, Harry," Remus sighed. "You and Padfoot."
Sirius's laugh died down. He threw a glare at Remus's back but didn't say anything.
The rest of the day was spent with drawing, reading, and magic practice. Despite Harry's whining, Remus left in the evening.
"Camm I Gwo?" Harry asked.
"Spit it out first, Buddy," Sirius scolded him, cleaning the remaining toothpaste off Harry's face.
"I want to go to Malfoy's ball," Harry clarified.
Sirius chuckled. "Call it a party, Buddy. Why do you want to go, anyway? It's going to be boring and full of stinky adults."
Harry frowned. "If I'm not, then… where I go? Moony's house?"
Sirius didn't respond. He dressed Harry in his pajamas, carried him to the bedroom, and read Harry a book before sleep.
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"Your mother said you can go," Sirius announced in the morning, handing a letter to Harry. Harry took a look at the letter and read it as best as he could. He skipped most of the words, but he saw the word: "yes, Harry can go." and rejoiced.
"Yes! Malfoy's Ball! Party!" Harry clapped, his godfather laughing as he watched him celebrate.
Sirius explained that Harry was old enough to remember and understand that he should stay away from bad adults. Harry then promised he would not stray too far and would run back to his godfather when he felt uncomfortable. Sirius also said they would immediately go home when Harry asked him to.
The next few days were spent finding a comfortable suit for Harry. They met with several of Sirius's friends. They laughed and said that the party was a chance for Sirius to find a lover, and that Sirius's mother had hoped he would be married soon.
Harry mulled over their words. If Sirius married someone, that would mean Harry got another family. And Harry didn't want to have a bad person as his family. That was why Harry had to come to the party with Sirius!
Harry would help his godfather!
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Harry had always heard about balls full of wizards and witches from prestigious families. Sirius, Remus, his dad, his mother, and Reggy loved to talk and laugh about them. Now, finally! Harry's parents thought he was old enough, and he could tag along with Sirius to attend the balls.
His dad had once told Harry about Sirius's family situation, and now that Harry had heard about the demand for his godfather's marriage, Harry was ready to attend with his best behaviour.
"Remember, Harry, stay close to me, alright?" Sirius asked. Harry gave him a salute.
The ball was held in the garden—the biggest garden Harry had ever seen. Full of colourful flowers, funny-looking trees, weird statues, and a beautiful fountain. Malfoy was one of the three most annoyingly-rich families in the British magical world it normal for them to had this kind of garden, according to Sirius.
Harry spotted Mr. Malfoy from far away thanks to his long blond hair. Harry could understand why his dad and Sirius disliked the man. Lucius's face reminded Harry of Sirius's mother. Harry disliked him too.
As he watched other witches and wizards talk with Mr. Malfoy, Harry noticed another blond head peeking out from behind the man.
Curiosity piqued him. Harry glanced at his godfather—Sirius was talking with another man, laughing and all. Harry stepped away slowly to get a better view. He saw the blond child walk away from Mr. Malfoy to one of the tables near the rose bushes. Harry then approached as quietly as possible so he wouldn't alert anyone in his way.
The boy, who looked about the same age as Harry, was busy eating a slice of strawberry cake. His cheeks looked swollen, and his face was tinted with cream.
When Harry got close enough, the boy noticed him. His face reminded Harry of Mr. Malfoy, but the boy's features were softer. His eyes were pale blue—no, maybe grey? Harry had never seen eyes like that before.
"Who are you?" the boy asked with a frown.
"Hello, I'm Harry. Is it tasty?" Harry asked, eyeing the rest of the cake on the table.
The blond boy nodded. "Oh, you're Harry Potter. And of course it's good! I approved of it."
"Eh, you know me?" Harry studied the boy's face. "Have we met?" It seemed unlikely, because Harry would never forget someone with a face like his.
The boy shook his head. "No, but my mother told me about you. Sirius's godson. I'm Draco Malfoy."
Ah, so that's why they look alike, Harry thought.
"Hello, Draco." He pointed at the cake. "Can I have one?"
Draco nodded. "Of course, it's for everyone." Harry smiled and took a plate of the same cake.
Standing side by side, Harry and Draco watched the adults talk and mingle while they enjoyed their cakes.
"Do you know why Pad—uh, Sirius is invited here?" Harry asked.
"Because my mother asked him to come?" Draco answered, raising an eyebrow.
Harry shook his head. "Nooo, but uh, yes. But nooo. Sirius's mother wants him to get married." Harry explained, and Draco scrunched his face, nodding.
"I see. I think I heard my mother talk about it. Hmm, so who do you think will marry your godfather?" Draco asked, putting his empty plate back on the table.
Harry sighed and shook his head. "I don't know. I've watched everyone, but I still haven't found any good person."
"Hm, okay, I'll help!" Draco declared, both hands on his hips. "A good host should help their guests! That's what my mother always says!"
"Oh! Thank you, Draco!" Harry rejoiced. He had someone to help him choose a new family member!
Swallowing the last piece of cake, Harry put his own plate away.
"Drink!" Draco gave him a glass of water, and Harry thanked him.
"So, who do you dislike here? We have to eliminate them first!" Draco suggested.
Harry nodded to him then looked around. "Uh, your father, Lucius Malfoy."
Draco made a sound. His nose crinkled.
"I'm sorry," Harry muttered, worried he would lose Draco's help. But he had to be honest!
"That's okay," Draco shook his head. "My father is married to my mother. Anybody else?"
Harry smiled at him, happy the boy didn't get mad. "You are right." He looked around, pointing. "Hm, that man has loose skin. I don't like it."
Draco nodded. "Okay, cross him out."
Harry moved his finger. "That lady has weird eyes. I don't like her either."
Draco nodded again. "Not her, got it."
Harry hummed, his finger moving to a man currently talking with Sirius. "I don't know about him."
"Sirius is talking to him, maybe he is good?" Draco asked.
"I don't know," Harry shook his head, feeling unsure. Should he choose the man? But he didn't know him!
"That's okay," Draco placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. "What if we get closer? So we can hear them."
Harry whipped his head to Draco. "Yes! So we can know if he is a good person! You are so smart, Draco!" He held Draco's hand and shook it.
Draco smiled brightly. "I know! My mother says so too! Come on!"
Harry and Draco tiptoed to hide behind the trees. Sirius and the man were still talking to each other. A house-elf offered them a tray of glasses filled with yellow water. The man took two glasses and gave one to Sirius. Sirius thanked him and bumped their glasses together, and said, "Cheers!" in a loud voice.
"That's adult ritual," Draco said, answering Harry's silent question.
"So, why don't you come? Spend summer on the island," the man said.
Sirius hummed, his hand moving the glass slowly. "Summer, huh? I don't know…"
"Oh come on, Sirius. You'll love it!" The man smiled, moving forward, closer to Sirius.
"He invited your godfather to spend summer vacation together," Draco explained.
"I know," Harry nodded. "Does that mean he is a good person?"
Draco shrugged. "I don't know. But I like my summer vacation."
Harry agreed. "I like mine too."
Suddenly, Draco's body jolted, turning his head in the other direction.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked him.
Draco frowned. "Someone is over there," he pointed to a collection of weird-looking bushes.
"A bad person?" Harry gasped. He should call his dad—wait, no! Sirius! But Draco stopped him before he could run to his godfather.
"No, it's okay. This is Malfoy land, and I'm a Malfoy. So, I should check." Draco started moving.
"No," Harry caught Draco's wrist. "We should check. I'm a Potter. And you help me." Draco nodded, agreeing.
"We should try to hide," Harry suggested, moving along with Draco.
"You are right, follow me," Draco led the way to where they could see who was behind the bushes without being discovered.
They found a man squatting down, watching the ball.
"Who—"
"It's Remus!" Harry said, cutting off Draco's question. "Or Moony, my other godfather, and my dad's best friend!"
Draco's mouth made an O, then his body relaxed. "You should tell him not to do that then, or my father will call the Aurors."
Harry gave Draco a thumbs up and ran to Remus. "Moony! I didn't know you came!"
Remus jumped and turned. "Harry!"
"Surprised? Hehe," Harry gave him a hug. "But you should not hide, Moony! Or Draco's father will call the Aurors."
Remus followed Harry's pointed finger. "Eh, Draco Malfoy?"
Draco ran to them. "Hello, Mr. Remus. Harry said you are his godfather, just like Sirius?"
Remus blinked at him, his hand patting Harry's head. "Y-yes. Hello. I'm sorry, I didn't— I— uh."
"It's okay, you are a guest. You should eat and speak to other adults," Draco pointed forward to where Sirius was still talking.
Remus looked at Sirius, his forehead wrinkling.
"Moony, are you okay?" Harry asked. Did something happen?
Remus ruffled Harry's hair, smiling. "I'm fine, Harry." He glanced at Draco. "I see you found a new friend."
"Yes!" Harry pulled Draco close to him. "He said he will help!"
"Help?" Remus asked, tilting his head.
Draco nodded. "Sirius is going to get married. So, I help Harry choose a good person for Sirius!"
"Draco is so smart!" Harry hugged Draco happily, and Draco hugged him back.
"I know!" Draco said.
Remus stood up so suddenly, it startled both Harry and Draco.
"I'm sorry, Harry. But I need to talk to Sirius," Remus said.
Harry didn't know what or why, but his godfather seemed worried. Harry remembered his mother's words. "Yes, Moony. Sit and conversation!" he patted Remus's leg.
Remus chuckled. "Sit and conversation, noted." He gave another ruffle to Harry and one to Draco. "Be good boys, and stay together, okay? And don't play too far."
Remus ran to where Sirius was standing. From where they were, Harry couldn't hear or see clearly what happened to his godfathers.
"Adults," Draco sighed. "So? Continue?"
Harry turned his attention back to Draco. As expected, he was smart. "Of course! It's our mission!"
Draco smiled. "Mission! I like that!"
Both of them ran back to the cake table, continuing to observe people.
"I passed that old man and he smelled like onion and rotten radish. And next to him, that guy with the weird smile… uh, no…Not that lady either. Look at the way she dresses!" Harry made a disgusted sound.
"Okay, okay, change of plan," Draco raised his hands. "What if we find someone you like instead?"
Harry looked at him. "Someone I like? Why?"
Draco put a hand on his own chin, thinking. "Well, because you have to like someone so you can marry them?"
Harry blinked. "Oh, I will marry someone I like?"
Draco tilted his head. "Uh, yeah? You will, right?"
"Of course!" Harry nodded. "I will marry someone I like. You too, right?"
Draco nodded, smiling. "Yeah, that's what my mother told me!"
"Okay, that means we will marry!" Harry took Draco's hands and shook them. Draco was smart! And fun! If they got married, Harry could play more with Draco. Perfect!
"We will?" Draco asked, his grey eyes twinkling.
"We will!" Harry declared and pulled Draco into a hug. Draco hugged him back.
They were hugging for a while until Draco pulled back. "My mother will be happy!"
Harry held both of Draco's hands. "Let's tell my godfathers!"
Draco smiled even bigger. "Okay! Let's tell my mother and father too!"
Hand in hand, they walked to where they had last seen Remus and Sirius. But they couldn't find them. So instead, they turned to where Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were standing.
"Mother! Father!" Draco called for their attention.
"Yes, dear?" Mrs. Malfoy gave her attention first. "Oh, who is this?" she smiled at Harry.
Harry immediately found her pleasant. Harry liked Mrs. Malfoy more than Mr. Malfoy.
"This is Harry," Draco introduced him, and Harry said hello.
"Harry Potter? Nice to meet you," Mrs. Malfoy smiled again, then looked around. "Where is Sirius?"
"We don't know," Draco shook his head. "But! Me and Harry will get married!"
Harry helped Draco by raising their joined hands. "Married!"
Music stopped. Words cut. A chorus of gasps were heard.
Mr. Malfoy, who had been ignoring them, turned to stare at them. "Draco, what's the meaning of this?"
Harry disliked his eyes. They had similar colours to Draco's, but Draco was prettier. Mr. Malfoy glared at him, and Harry glared back, squeezing Draco's hand.
"Father! This is Harry, and I will marry him!" Thankfully, Draco didn't shrink from his father's mean eyes.
"Yes!" Harry shouted.
Murmurs filled the area. All adults talked loudly to each other and at the same time. Harry couldn't hear them clearly, but he felt they were talking badly about him and Draco, and he hated it. He pulled Draco close to him.
"What in Salazar's name—where is Black?!" Lucius Malfoy shouted, his face angry.
"F-father?" Draco asked, confused and scared. Harry hated Lucius even more.
"Black! Come get this child!" Lucius continued to shout like a madman.
"Oh, dear. It's fine, your father is looking for Sirius. Everything is okay," Mrs. Malfoy patted Draco's back. Behind her, Mr. Malfoy hadn't stopped looking around.
Harry wanted to run to Sirius and Remus, but he couldn't leave Draco. The twinkle in his eyes was gone, so Harry pulled him into a hug. He hoped Sirius found them soon. His ears had started to hurt from Mr. Malfoy's noisy act.
"Lucius! Stop!" Mrs. Malfoy finally scolded him. "Stop! We can just ask the house-elf!"
Mr. Malfoy shut his mouth and turned his attention back to them. "Draco, get away from that boy," he said. His voice and face were mean, so Harry didn't let Draco go.
Mr. Malfoy squinted his eyes at Harry. "Scoundrel," he said, and Harry stuck out his tongue. A bad manner, his mother once said. But Mr. Malfoy didn't deserve his good manners!
"Harry!" Sirius finally came, running to him. "What happened?" he asked, his face wrinkling when he saw Draco.
"Padfoot! Finally!" Harry let go of Draco and showed his godfather their joined hands. "This is Draco and I will marry him!"
Sirius's mouth opened wide. Behind him, Remus had a similar expression.
"If Padfoot will marry, then I will too!" Harry added, and then Sirius's laugh exploded.
"Take that child away from my son!" Mr. Malfoy shouted, pulling Draco by his shoulder.
"Hurt!" Draco cried out, his hand still holding Harry's.
"No! Bad person! I hate you! Let Draco go!" Harry screamed, pulling Draco back to him.
"Harry, let's go home," Remus said, his hands on both of Harry's shoulders.
"Harry!" Draco screamed, refusing to let go.
Harry shook off Remus's hands. "Draco!" squeezing and tried his best to pull Draco.
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Harry didn't remember how the ball ended aside from Draco's red crying face and their joined screams. He was bawling, kicking, and whining to both Remus and Sirius, but he still couldn't see Draco again. When She came back, Harry begged his mother, and later his father, yet both of them only comforted him and apologized.
Harry was sad and missed Draco so much. Until Sirius said that he and Draco could see each other at Hogwarts. Harry was content with that, waiting for the day he finally saw Draco again. He expected they would run and hug.
Unfortunately, they didn't. At least, Draco didn't. Harry had called out to him, run, and tried to pull him close. But not only did Draco ignore him, he also had a mean look at Harry, even slapped Harry's hand away!
Harry was angry, couldn't understand why. His friends told him to stop, Draco's friends yelled at him to leave. Draco became rude, both in his attitude and his words. He didn't smile at Harry anymore. Yet, despite all these differences, there was one thing that stayed the same. The twinkle in his eyes—Harry saw it, every time their gazes met.
His godfathers had gotten married. A joyful surprise for Harry that he wanted to share with Draco, but couldn't. When Sirius and Remus finally had time for Harry, he told them everything. They were silent at first, and Harry was scared—he didn't want to be told to give up on Draco.
Sirius squeezed Harry's right hand. "I understand, buddy. All I can say is, don't give up."
Remus nodded, squeezing Harry's left hand. "I agree. If you are sure, then we'll cheer for you and Draco. Sit and conversation, okay?"
Harry chuckled through his tears, "Sit and conversation, noted."
That was all the push Harry needed. Wracking his brain, Harry was determined to make the blond sit and have a proper conversation with him. Despite years passing, he never stopped watching the Draco. And one day, he finally succeeded. In their sixth year, a cave near the lake was where he pulled Draco into his lap, forcing the blond to face his feelings about Harry.
Draco's face was red, and it wasn't only because of crying.
After that, just like when they were children, they ran back to Hogwarts, hand in hand, ready to announce their new relationship to anyone. Ready to let everyone know and ready to face anyone who gave them any mean responses.
As expected, Lucius Malfoy came to try to tear them away. Too bad, Harry had grown. He was strong enough to hold Draco's hand, strong enough to keep Draco in his embrace. Draco still cried but instead of separation, the blond was crying because of other reasons—in Harry's bed.
Their marriage happened despite all the challenges. Even when there were others like Lucius, both he and Draco no longer gave them their attention. Their main focus was on joining their families.
Mrs. Malfoy was happy for her son, welcoming Harry with open arms, and became close with Harry's mother. Their ceremony was small and intimate—only a handful of people allowed to attend and witness their vows and celebrate their love together.
Sirius took the chance to give a speech, since he wasn't only godfather to Harry, but a cousin to Draco.
"Some of you may have witnessed how these lovebirds were like at Hogwarts, but has any of you known that they met way before? In one of Lucius Malfoy's lavish balls, of all places? No? Well, what about we watch how it happened?"
As soon as his words ended, a projection like water came from the Pensieve and filled the room. A collage of memories from the said ball was played.
"Dear Merlin," Draco gasped. "Did you know about this?"
Harry tried to hold back his laugh. "N-no."
Lucius Malfoy had stood up, cussing Sirius, and climbed onto the table in front of him.
"Father!" Draco said, horrified. Harry couldn't contain it anymore—his laugh exploded. Draco turned to find his mother, but Mrs. Malfoy pretended not to know who the blond-haired man running around hunting down Sirius Black was.
Harry pulled Draco close, bringing his husband's attention back to him, and pressed kiss after kiss onto his lips.
"Hey, thank you for helping me choose who I should marry. You are so smart!"
Draco laughed. "I know!" His grey eyes twinkled, and Harry pulled him into his arms, squeezing him.