The Four Potter's- Drarry & Twin AU

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Sirius took lead in the answer, because he saw Remus clench his fists at the mention of the Potter's, let alone the Dursley's lie, "You're parents are alive Harry," He placed a hand on the boy's knee, cringing as his eyes widened. How can you tell an eight year-old who believed their parents to be dead that they didn't want him? 

"When can I see them? Where do they live? Why was I with the Dursley's then?" All questions he had answers to, but how can you tell a kid their parents' didn't want them?

Remus spoke next, "Your parents' live at Godrics Hollow," Harry jumped from his seat, only to sit back when Remus gave him a solemn look, "They left you at the Dursley's when your twin brother defeated a man called Voldemort. Your parents'- Lily and James- said you would be jealous of his fame and power..." And Harry cried.

All his life Harry wished, harry longed, Harry prayed to see, to touch, to talk to his parents. Some nights, he would lay awake in his cupboard, quietly whispering about his life to the ceiling, hoping his parents were listening. He'd talk about the punches, the bruising, Dudley's game called 'Hunt Harry' and all the chores he is made to do. Every time he ended his one-sided conversation, he would say how much he misses them even if he didn't know them.

That isn't there anymore. Instead, hurt and hatred stirred inside him. They didn't want me! Turned and turned bubbled his head as Remus and Sirius hugged him. Without his knowledge, lava spilled through his eyes when the eruption occurred. Destroying cities of love, fountains of hope and farms sewn by his false adoration. But with these two strangers he seems to have a connection with holding him, the lava cooled. Leaving everything to ash or just gone.

"What else would you like to know cub?" Remus asked, leaning back slightly but still having an arm around Harry.

Sheepishly, like what he wasn't allowed to ask, Harry questioned, "Why do you keep calling me cub and pup?" It isn't that he found the nicknames uncomfortable, but they were certainly bizarre and different.

"Well, I am what we call an animagus." Harry gave Sirius an odd look, "We can morph into animals, would you like to see?" Sirius grinned when Harry eagerly nodded. The man stood, and then suddenly he wasn't a man anymore. He was a large, black dog with curly hair that swayed when he walked and drooped flat like his ears when lying down.

"WHAT?" Harry exclaimed, standing in excitement and looking at the black dog. It bounded up to him, brushing against his leg and looked at Harry expectantly. Timid, Harry brought his hand to pet the dog Remus called him Padfoot. His hand touched the unruly hair, his fingers sinking into it. He laughed when Padfoot licked his palm and he brought two hands to mess with the dog's fur. When Sirius transformed back, Harry gawped at how easy it looked.

"Wow! What are you Remus?" Asked Harry. The man faltered in answering, running a hand along the collar of the jacket then the hem at the bottom.

"My situation is slightly different Harry. I am a werewolf..." Remus cringed, waiting for Harry's rejection- which didn't arrive. Harry smiled at him, waiting for Remus to continue, "They are frowned on in the Wizarding World, I am not accepted because of what I turn into on a full moon. But not everyone believes that way, just that the majority does."

For hours and hours, Harry listened to Remus and Sirius tells stories of their past and pass on their knowledge of the world he leapt into. They told him about the first Wizarding War: about his parents being the poster for the light side, how Sirius and Remus assumed what the dark side was standing for. About who and what Lucius had told them, retelling the reason Voldemort turned crazy, the reason they have a mark on their arm and the reasons to why war was declared in the first place. When Harry felt tired, he rested between the pair, closing his eyes. His head was in Remus' lap while his legs were thrown across Sirius.

It's been a few days since then, and Harry is realising he is loved, cared for and is worthy of everything he has now. It didn't take long for Remus and Sirius to discover the boy's treatment, what with all the purple, green and yellow bruises littered on his body. The pair cast spells to remove them, and sat Harry in front of the fire, with the remainder of the apple crumble ice cream tub (they had it left over from Draco's last visit) and a few basic fantasy books. The couple promised to never hurt Harry, that nobody would hurt him that way again... for once, Harry let himself hope.

It was five days in that Sirius and Remus awoke to the smell of bacon, eggs, mushrooms and more. They ran down the stairs, thinking Harry should not be cooking at seven am and as an eight year-old kid! When they walked in, they saw Harry serving eggs on a plate full of food.

Anything and everything was on the plate. "Harry, you don't need to cook for us." Remus said, walking to Harry and placing the utensils in the sink.
"Yeah, that's what Kreatcher's for." Mumbled Sirius, helping to do the same.

"I wanted to: you have done so much for me, and I wanted to do something for you- I won't do it again! I promise this won't happen if you don't want me to!" Harry panicked, almost dropping a plate of the food.

"Harry," Remus said, placing a hand on Harry's after helping to lower the plate safely on the table, "You don't need to repay us, we love you all the same. What you need to know, is that you're the kid. Sirius and I are the adults, and Kreatcher is the one who cooks." Harry laughed at the end, remembering Kreatcher's persistence in not letting him cook.

Harry sat down to eat with them, a visible difference in the portion size from a normal eight year-old to Harry's, but working on his appetite was high on their list of things to do. This time, Harry savoured the taste of his own creation. He had thought that being forced to cook, he wouldn't like it, but he enjoyed it when Harry was not forced. Sirius and Remus found the food delectable. They complimented Harry on it, and the boy beamed with pride from the praise. However, he did agree to not cook again, unless they do it as a family.