Ghost Hour at Hogwarts

All Eyes On Harry (And Danny)

Okay, I know, over two months? Wow, that's bad... I had so many ideas for this chapter, I didn't know what to write, so here it is. Almost 14500 words. I could have split it but I just don't want to. May I just say thank you to y'all? Thank you for the beautiful comments and even follows, it always warms my heart to wake up to new notifications! Thank you, really. Hope you enjoy!

CW: Mentions of abuse, incest (the Black family/all purebloods) and mild reference to r*pe (it's really subtle, you might miss it)

Previously: 

When Arthur returned, Harry was relaxed, Danny floating protectively beside him.

They were back punctually for lunch and Harry managed to eat a lot more than usual. Everyone was excited and congratulated him, Hermione yelling every few sentences that she "Knew it! They couldn't have expelled you or taken your wand, Harry!"

The bespectacled boy was quite content and decided to watch Sirius teach Danny for awhile. They didn't have to clean today, hooray!
When Danny and Harry entered, Sirius waved the door closed and stared tiredly at Danny, who looked back, looking a little pale. Finally, Sirius broke the silence

"Danny, cub, please explain to me, why there were three of you earlier in this very room."

Harry bit his lip 'Uh-oh', he thought, glancing at his twin.

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Sirius had been having a blast. Ever since Dumbledore has told them about Danny's survival, he has been almost ecstatic. Then he met his wonderful nephew and suddenly he couldn't help himself but start becoming nostalgic. He started telling Danny everything about James and Lily, Hogwarts and his mate Remus. 

Not that he specified the bond he and Remus shared. He was honestly glad that Remus never broke the mate bond even while he was forced to spent 12 years in Azkaban. Sirius liked to think that deep down, his life mate knew he was innocent all along. He had just been stupid. Went after the little rat instead of utilizing rational thought.

He blamed the Black genes- everyone knew that through generation long inbreeding the Blacks were always leaning toward the manic side, just look at his awful cousin Bellatrix. As much as he prided himself in turning his back to the dark side, his magic core was still dark and he sometimes found himself acting irrationally and, yes, almost insanely. 

If he had just stopped that night, he could have taken care of Harry, could have found the letter. He could have been there for his godson and nephew but no, he had to be an utter idiot. Even though Remus has tried his best the past year to reassure him that Harry didn't hate him for that, he was still grabbing a bottle of whiskey at night more often than not, to drown and still his inner demons.

Now he was stuck in the house he hated with a passion, mostly because he had no good memories here. He had always been the outsider of the family, the only reason they didn't kill him was to make sure that people wouldn't gossip. His home-life had been less than stellar and while Regulus had been some help it just wasn't enough. 

Then he met James and then Remus, his mate, and everything turned for the better, until they graduated and war met them full force. He lost his brother, then his best friend and Lily, then his freedom and eventually his rationality and the opportunity to at least watch the twins grow up. And it was all his fault. 

So yes, having gotten a second chance was a blessing from Mother Magic herself and he swore to himself, both the night he saw Harry standing at the sidewalk and when Albus told them about Danny's survival, that he would do his best to be there for them. To be their family. To have his cubs and his mate with him and after the war travel with them and see the world. He would protect them with everything he had and if it meant to stay in this house a little longer, then so be it.