REWRITTEN! The Truth Untold

Chapter Eleven

*Again a sort of filler chapter filled with a bit of plot, but not much. This is just to get the relationship rolling between Harry, Sirius, and Remus. This was a last minute decision to publish together so I rushed through editing so if there are any mistakes let me know.*

It took two days before Harry owled off a copy of his new updated class schedule with only twelve classes and a copy of his NEWT testing schedule to Remus and Sirius, He also sent a copy of those new schedules to James and his Papa with a little note explaining what it was to James because Harry didn't remember if he told James his schedule would change or not.

The next day they replied that they would be by Friday since neither of them had classes after lunch. Harry was nervous, but he was also excited because this part had always been what he had been most excited for, spending time together even in silence.

Harry didn't have any classes after one o'clock that Friday, but he did have a NEWT Saturday morning meaning he was excused from the few classes he had that day, but had to do the work during the weekend. The day was the perfect day for inside work which was perfect since Harry completely intended to study his dorm room with Sirius and Remus no matter how awkward or how much they tried to protest. The gloomy day made sure that the library was full and other study spots were taken.

"There you are." Harry turned surprised, but excited to find his Papa and Uncle Frankie coming up to him.

"Hi, what are you guys doing here?" Harry asked turning to them

"I know you're busy and you forget the essentials when you're busy so I bring gifts." His Papa said holding up a gift basket.

"And I just miss you so I tagged along." Frankie said pulling Harry into a hug that Harry quickly returned snuggling into his chest a little

"I missed you too." Harry told him, pulling away and taking the gift basket, "Chocolate, the good kind I see."

"The expensive kind you mean." His Papa teased, "Chocolate, bags of different things you like, salty and sweet. Your favorite teas you like to drink when you're trying to focus on your work, and other stuff you'll find buried in there. I went a little overboard I'm afraid."

"When have you not gone overboard?" Frankie asked amused.

Frankie was an older man, but he was fit. Long curly gray-black hair falling to his chest that was more broad and muscular than your normal fifty-something year old man. He had a thick beard and mustache perfectly trimmed that covered a deep scar along his right jaw line from one of his many 'adventures' as an alpha wolf. Despite the scary and hard demeanor and aura he grinned easily and freely and he had always been the best player in all of Harry's imaginative games.

"Shut up Franklin." His Papa said, "I could say the same to you."

"At least I don't try to pretend I don't spoil the lad. I'm very honest about my spoiling." Harry shook his head, this happened every six months or so, Frankie and Papa fighting about 'spoiling' him.

It was never a real fight of course and when Harry was younger he had assumed it was more than playing, but he had grown out of that ridiculous thinking. Frankie and Papa were brothers in everything but blood and name. They had known each other for years, none of them ever told Harry the real truth as to how they met, but Harry had stopped asking when he recognized the deflection wasn't because he was too young, but rather because Frankie always looked a little broken than before he had asked.

"Well thank you for the basket. I am sure I will use everything in it by the end of next week." Harry told them glancing out to the pathway finding Sirius and Remus making their way towards the school.