Overcoming

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A part of Harry wanted to be upset. He wanted to think they were taking badly about him. I mean, he was broken and stupid anyway. He let out a sigh and a frown before he headed back to his bedroom.
Remus wasn't sure what woke him up, of why, but he sat up in the bed. Sirius was asleep beside him, head half under the pillow because Remus was full reading his book when Sirius joined the bed. He wouldn't ask his partner to not read, because Remus didn't always have the piece of mind, or felt well enough to do so, so, Sirius left him be.
Remus got to his feet and pulled the blanket over his husband's shoulders, giving him a light tuck back into bed before he grabbed his light jacket. He was oddly cold that night, and slipped it over his shoulders before he exited the bedroom.

The house was quite now, at last down the hallway. The door to Lily's bedroom was opened, and she wasn't in the bed. He pushed opened the half bathroom door, but the small light was off and the sink dry. Lily hadn't used this small bathroom tonight, if at all.
Remus continued down the hallway, seeing the bedroom door open lightly to Lincoln's bedroom. The light was off, but he wanted to be sure Lincoln was okay. He eased opened the door and walked into the bedroom. He turned the lamp on dem, finding Lily laying on her back on the bed, beside the man sleeping in the bed. He found a second, light, blanket because Lily wasn't tucked in, and eased it over the woman. Remus turned off the lamp and exited the bedroom, shutting the door behind him as he exited.
Remus let out a sigh, he wasn't sure what the bad feeling was he had. He went down the remaining hallway, stopping at the bedroom that held the four children, Harry Draco, Hermione and Navy. A lamp was on, and he knew it was late. Remus pushed opened the door, and counted. Harry was missing form the bedroom. There it was. The answer to the bad feeling.

Remus hurried through the house until he found his son, Harry. Harry was sitting in their small attic, just hugging his knees. Most of his clothes had been ripped off in a fit and the nail marks ran up and down his arms. Remus removed his light jacket and eased it over Harry's shoulders, who after a minute or two, slipped his arms through it. Remus didn't say a word, just pulled Harry to his feet and led him back throughout the house and into the kitchen. A pot of tea was made, and the trey put on the coffee table before Remus eased beside Harry and ruffled his hair a little.
Harry slowly made himself a cup of tea, and held it with both his hands, getting looked at by his father, who looked like he was very worried. "I'll...be fine..." He mumbled, to feel the kiss on his forehead. Harry couldn't really keep his composure together afterwards, and let a tear full. "Harry, talk to me." Remus said softly and after a pause. "I'm...nothing, She shouldn't want me." Harry whispered and Harry seen Remus shake his head. "Your mother understands you have your fathers, us, but she still wants you...just not as a parent because she knows she can't take care of you. She still loves you, and you don't have to worry about Lincoln, even the very little he can put weight on his feet, he can't move suddenly or he'll fall." Remus said. "I'm...not that worried about him...at least not what he will do...doesn't mean he will like me or if I am even worth it." Harry pointed out. "You are worth it, Harry. I know it's difficult for you to see that, or even understand it, but you have to take our word for it. We love you and we are doing what is best for you." Remus said. "I...know that, most of the time." Harry said softly. Harry's tea got put down on the trey and Harry grabbed on of the small pillows on the couch.

Harry's laid half asleep, somewhat in a ball, with his head resting on the pillow that was placed on Remus lap. Remus stroked his hair lightly, and lend down to kiss his forehead ever so often. Remus just slowly eased his feet on the coffee table after Harry fully went to sleep and grabbed the light blanket off the back of the couch. He tucked Harry in and lend over slowly. He didn't want to move to fast, he didn't want to wake Harry up. Remus turned off the lamp and let himself relax back into the couch, a hand resting on his son's shoulders as he slowly went to sleep himself.

Remus woke up to a light kiss to his lips. Remus yawned, getting handed a cup of coffee. He looked down, Harry was asleep, he laid on his back, but his face hidden. Harry buried his head in Remus stomach at some point during the night. "How long were you two up?" Sirius said softly, he didn't want to wake the boy either. "Not too terribly late, but not early either." Remus replied. "Did he come find you?" Sirius asked and Remus shook his head. "I don't know why, but I woke up last night. The feeling of something was wrong didn't go away, not until I found him." Remus admitted. "You always know when something is wrong with our boy, you have always know." Sirius said, placing a light kiss on his lips. "I'll make breakfast, so he can rest a little longer. Enjoy your coffee and yes, it's got all the creamer and Sugar you like on it." Sirius said and Remus grind. "I like my creamer, I don't see how you drink that black coffee." Remus said, to get a playful roll of the eyes, but a smile.