As Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts drew to a close, the Triwizard Tournament had come and gone, leaving a profound impact on the young wizard. He found himself seeking solace at the top of the Astronomy Tower, away from the hustle and bustle of the castle. The cold stone beneath him and the vast night sky above offered little comfort as his thoughts inevitably drifted to Cedric, and how he fervently wished their fates had been reversed. That Cedric was still here, alive and well.

Cedric had a loving family, parents who cared for him deeply. Harry, on the other hand, felt utterly alone in the world. It seemed cruelly unjust that Cedric's family had to suffer such a loss, while if Harry had been the one to die, no one would have truly mourned.

Harry peered down at the ground below, inching ever so slightly closer to the edge. What if he were to accidentally fall? With Voldemort's return now a reality, did the responsibility to confront the madman truly rest on Harry's shoulders? If he were gone, the adults would have to step up and handle the situation themselves, instead of relying on a child who felt isolated and abandoned.

Tempted by the prospect of a peaceful end, Harry inched further forward, contemplating the great drop. If he were to fall, there would be no return to the wretched Dursley household. The allure of escape grew stronger with each passing moment.

As Harry slid even closer to the edge, preparing to let go, a strong hand suddenly emerged from the shadows and gripped his arm, halting his descent.

Severus Snape, his face a mask of sternness, yanked Harry up to his feet and then, with uncharacteristic concern, pulled him tightly to his chest. His heart ached at the thought of losing another student this year, even if the child was the offspring of his most despised rival from his own school days.

As a professor, Severus was known for his rough exterior and lack of kindness, but deep down, he could never endure the loss of a young life. Ever since the Dark Lord's return a few days prior, he had been keeping a watchful eye on Harry, and the hollow look in the boy's eyes had been gnawing at him. So when he saw the boy out after curfew and headed to this tower he had followed.

Harry, at first reluctant, fought against Severus's unyielding grasp. He thrashed and threw punches at the stern man's chest, but Severus's determination only intensified. The fierce battle between them seemed to illuminate something deep within the typically cold-hearted professor.

Eventually, Harry's resistance subsided, and Severus released a gentle sigh. The man, so often harsh and unforgiving, allowed a rare glimpse of vulnerability to show as he spoke softly to the boy, "Mr. Potter, you may not feel it right now, but your life matters."

Harry gazed into the deep, dark eyes of the man whom he had long perceived as an enemy. The man's face was as stoic and emotionless as ever, but for the first time, Harry detected a faint glimmer of concern in those enigmatic eyes. "You don't understand," Harry murmured, his voice wavering with emotion.

The man, Severus Snape, caught the underlying distress in Harry's tone and responded with a rare display of empathy. He seemed to read the turmoil that clouded the boy's expression, and with a gentle yet firm touch, he placed a hand on the back of Harry's neck, guiding him away from the perilous ledge and deeper into the castle. His primary goal was to distance Harry from any location that could potentially enable a dangerous fall.

Together, they traversed the dimly lit corridors of the castle, their footsteps echoing off the ancient stone walls. Shadows playfully swirled around them, cast by the flickering torches that lined the passageways. The air was cool and heavy with the scent of centuries-old magic, and the atmosphere was laden with a sense relief that Harry had been found in time.

Finally, Severus led Harry to a secluded room behind a tapestry, a quiet spot where they could sit and talk undisturbed. The room was furnished with a plush armchairs with a comfortable looking couch across from them, inviting them to sit and let their guards down. The flicker of a nearby fireplace cast a warm glow upon their faces, illuminating the lines of care and pain that marred both their expressions.

Severus sat down, gesturing for Harry to do the same. The boy hesitated before lowering himself into the couch across from Severus, his eyes never leaving the professor's face.

"Mr. Potter, I believe it's time we had a conversation," Severus began, his voice low and measured. "You may not trust me or even like me, but I will not let you suffer in silence."

Harry's eyes brimmed with unshed tears, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall. "I'm fine, Professor," he lied, his voice strained. "I don't need your help."

Severus's gaze never wavered as he studied the young wizard, his voice softened. "Harry," the word unfamiliar in the man's mouth, but he continued, "You just attempted to fall off the Astronomy tower."

At the mention of his first name, Harry's defenses wavered, and he looked away. "Why do you care?" he whispered, his voice trembling with barely restrained emotion.

Severus sighed, memories of his own pain and loneliness from his youth resurfacing. "I may not have been the most supportive or caring figure in your life, but I cannot stand idly by while you suffer. There is no shame in admitting your pain, Harry."

Harry bit his lip, his eyes darting back to meet Severus's. A moment of silence passed between them before Harry finally spoke, his voice cracking. "I just... I can't stop thinking about Cedric, about how it should have been me. And now, with Voldemort back... I'm so scared, Professor."

Severus nodded, understanding the weight of the emotions Harry was carrying. "Fear and guilt can be overwhelming, Harry. But it is important to remember that what happened to Cedric was not your fault. You did everything you could."

"But if I hadn't told him to grab the cup at the same time," Harry choked out, tears welling in his eyes, "Cedric would still be alive. And everyone's expecting me to do something about Voldemort, but I'm just... I'm just a kid."

Severus's expression softened further, his eyes filled with empathy. "Harry, you are not solely responsible for the fight against the Dark Lord. It is a burden that we all share, and it's unfair for anyone to expect you to face it alone. You are incredibly brave, but it's important to lean on others for support when you need it."

Harry's gaze pierced through Severus, the anger in his eyes barely concealing a deeper pain. "But who? Everyone always leaves when things get rough. It would just be easier if I was no longer here." His voice wavered as he looked down at his lap, clenching his fists. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to spill.

Severus observed the boy carefully, acutely aware of the delicate situation. Harry was teetering on the edge, and one wrong move could push him over. "Stay where you are, Potter," he commanded firmly, his voice laced with a hint of concern that he hoped Harry would not detect.

Casting a warning glare at the young wizard, Severus signaled that there would be consequences if Harry chose not to comply. He then closed the door with a flick of his wand and set up a strong silencing charm to prevent eavesdropping, as well as a privacy ward for added protection. In ordinary circumstances, he would consider what he was about to do foolish, but now was not the time for hesitation.

Once the room was secured, Severus strode over to the fireplace and threw in some Floo powder, calling out "Grimmauld Place" as he stuck his head into the emerald flames.

In just a few moments, Remus appeared with a concerned expression. "What's wrong Severus?" he asked anxiously.

Severus sighed, feeling the weight of the situation. "Harry attempted suicide tonight," he revealed, his voice tense. "He's alright for now, but both you and Black need to come through. He needs you and the Mutt."

As he stepped away from the fireplace and returned to his seat, Severus could feel the intensity of Harry's weary green eyes tracking his every move. The atmosphere in the room had changed, heavy with the unspoken emotions.

"Why did you call them? Why did you tell them?" Harry suddenly snapped, the anger in his voice palpable. "I don't need them butting in and trying to fix my life!"

Severus maintained his composure, though he was caught off guard by the ferocity of Harry's outburst. Quietly, he cast a strong locking charm on the door and resolved to disarm Harry when the opportunity arose. He hadn't anticipated such hostility from the boy and he was not about to hunt the boy down in the castle this time of night.

"Harry," Severus said cautiously, "you may believe you don't need them, but they genuinely care about you. Your friends and those who love you can help you."

Harry scoffed, his voice dripping with bitterness. "Oh, really? They've already abandoned me when things got tough. What makes you think they'd stay now?"

"You might not be giving them the credit they deserve," Severus countered, his voice softening. "I'm no fan of your godfather, but he's a wanted man. If he could be more present in your life, I'm certain he would. As for Lupin, he faces challenges beyond your comprehension. Don't let your fears drive them away."

Harry's anger seemed to falter as he considered Severus's words, his gaze fixed on the floor. "Why are you even helping me, Professor? You've never shown any care for me before. Why didn't you just let me fall?"

Severus hesitated, his thoughts swirling with memories of the past. "Perhaps my actions haven't always conveyed it," he admitted, "but in my own way, I have endeavored to protect you. Our history is fraught with complications, but I am not your enemy, Harry. I could never stand by and watch you die."

The fireplace suddenly burst to life, revealing Remus and Sirius, both looking worried and disheveled as if they had just been woken and hastily dressed. "Harry!" Sirius cried out, rushing over to embrace his godson.

Harry tensed up but didn't pull away, the anger in his eyes gradually diminishing as he was enveloped by the familiar warmth of his godfather's embrace.

Remus approached more cautiously, his eyes reflecting a profound sadness as he placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. He had always been a source of wisdom and guidance for the young wizard, but now he found himself at a loss for words. The turmoil churning within Harry was not something that could be easily mended with a few comforting phrases. Remus understood the gravity of the situation, and the words he longed to say were lodged in his throat, unable to be released. His eyes conveyed the empathy and compassion he felt, even if his voice couldn't.

Sirius pulled back from his embrace, holding him by the shoulders, and looked Harry deep in his eyes. "What happened, Harry? Why didn't you firecall me for help?" he asked gently, his heart aching for the boy he considered his own son even though he had only known him for a short time.

Harry glanced away, avoiding his godfather's concerned gaze. "I didn't know where you were and didn't think you would care," he murmured, feeling the sting of his own words. "I thought I was just a burden to everyone. Everywhere I go people get hurt."

Sirius shook his head, his eyes filled with sadness as he pulled Harry back into an embrace. He spoke softly into Harry's ear, "You are never a burden, Harry. Remus and I love you, and we want to help you."

Harry, his anger flaring up once more, tore himself away from Sirius's embrace. "If you truly cared about me, why did you abandon me?" he cried, his voice laden with anguish. "You both left me to suffer at the hands of the Dursleys, year after year!"

Sirius cringed at the accusation, his heart aching with trying to understand of the depths of Harry's pain. "I'm so sorry, Harry," he whispered, his voice filled with regret. "I was young, reckless, and driven by vengeance. I shouldn't have gone after Pettigrew like that, only to end up imprisoned. I'll live with that mistake for the rest of my life, and I know you will too. If I could go back and time and change it I would."

In a soft and gentle, yet firm tone, Remus addressed Harry, "As for myself, Harry, my lycanthropy and the struggles that came with it consumed me. It was necessary to distance myself to ensure your safety, but my concern for you never wavered even for a moment. I did attempt to gain custody of you when you were an infant; however, the ministry, in response to my efforts, seized what remained of my vault and barred me from ever seeing you."

Severus, who had been quietly observing the exchange, furrowed his brow as he ran over the words Harry had just said in his head yet again. "Harry, what exactly do you mean by 'suffering at the hands of the Dursleys'? Can you elaborate?"

Harry's eyes widened in panic as he realized what he had inadvertently revealed. He glanced at the door, his mind racing for an escape. Skillfully wriggling out of Sirius's grip, he dashed to the door and tugged at the handle with all his might.

Desperate, Harry pulled out his wand to try an unlocking charm, but Severus was too quick for him. He swooped in, snatching the wand from Harry's trembling hand and placed it in his own robes. With his wand now gone, Harry resorted to the only option left - pounding his hands against the door with all his might, as if attempting to break it down. To restrain him, Severus gently but firmly pulled the distraught boy into his arms pressing him tightly against his chest.

Harry, now sobbing openly, clung to the man he had once considered an enemy. As he buried his face in Severus's robes, he was no longer concerned with whose embrace he sought comfort in. Having just exposed his most significant secret, he knew there was no turning back. He wondered what would happen next - would they immediately send him away, or ridicule him beforehand?

Severus awkwardly continued to hold Harry, gently patting his back. He was not a touchy-feely man, so this was foreign territory for him; his intent had merely been to prevent the boy from injuring himself against the door. He glanced over his shoulder at the remaining Marauders, his eyes pleading for help. Never in a million years did he ever imagine himself in a situation like this.

Sirius hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, standing beside Harry and Severus. "Harry," he said softly, his voice filled with love and concern. "Whatever happened with the Dursleys, you don't have to keep it bottled up inside. We're here to help you, not judge you."

Remus nodded in agreement, placing a supportive hand on Harry's shoulder. "You don't have to be afraid tell us Harry. We're here for you."

Hearing their words and feeling the sincerity behind them, Harry's sobs began to subside. He took a deep breath and hesitantly started to speak still with his face firmly pressed in Severus's robes. "The Dursleys... they were cruel to me," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was treated like a servant, sometimes locked in my cupboard under the stairs for days. They... they would hit me, too."

The room fell silent as the gravity of Harry's words settled in. Sirius clenched his fists, rage boiling within him, while Remus's face turned pale with shock and sadness. Severus, however, maintained his hold on the boy, his expression unreadable.

The silence was finally broken by Sirius, his voice trembling with barely contained fury. "I swear, if I ever get my hands on those bloody Dursleys..."

"Sirius," Remus interrupted, placing a calming hand on his friend's arm. "Now is not the time for that. Our anger won't help him."

Sirius took a deep breath to steady himself and nodded in agreement. "You're right, Remus." He turned to Harry with a soft, reassuring smile. "Let's go back and sit down together. We're here for you, Harry."

As Severus continued to hold Harry, he guided him back to the couch with a gentle hand on the back of Harry's neck. Once Sirius and Remus were seated, Severus encouraged Harry to sit down between them, offering a sense of protection.

"I will speak with the Headmaster about your summer arrangements, Potter. Stay here, and I'll return shortly." Severus then turned to face Sirius, his voice firm but not unkind. "Black, I expect you to stay here and look after Potter. Don't do anything reckless that could put your life in danger. If you manage to get yourself killed, I promise I'll find a way to bring you back just to kill you again. Understood?"

Sirius couldn't help but smirk at the remark, recognizing the humor hidden beneath Severus's stern demeanor. "Understood, Snape."

Before Severus could leave the room, Harry spoke up, his voice barely audible through his waining tears. "I... I told the Headmaster after my first year. But he... he still sent me back to the Dursleys."

Severus's entire body tensed, shock and fury coursing through him as he processed Harry's revelation. He slowly pivoted to face the young wizard, his eyes brimming with a blend of worry and exasperation. "You told Dumbledore, and he did nothing?"

Harry nodded, wiping his damp cheeks with the back of his hand. "He claimed it was for my own protection... that the blood wards in the Dursley's home would shield me from Voldemort."

A strained silence enveloped the room, thick with the weight of unspoken emotions. The three men exchanged meaningful glances, each grappling with the implications of Albus's actions. It was Remus who eventually shattered the quiet, his voice imbued with resolute determination.

"We'll make sure that you're never sent back there again, Harry. We'll find another way to keep you safe."

Severus, his face a picture of unwavering resolve, nodded firmly in agreement. "Indeed, I refuse to stand idly by while you're put in harm's way. I will speak with Albus and ensure that your living situation is altered. You have my word, Potter."

As Severus left the room to confront Albus, Sirius and Remus comforted Harry and encouraged him to speak more, Remus with a gentle hand on his knee and Sirius with a steady hand around his shoulders.

Steeling himself, Severus strode through the dimly lit corridors towards Albus's office. The late hour meant that the castle was quiet, its inhabitants lost in slumber or in their common rooms finishing last minute assignments. Shadows danced across the stone walls as the flickering torchlight guided his way.

Upon reaching the gargoyle guarding the entrance to Albus's office, Severus muttered the password, and the statue leapt aside, revealing the spiral staircase. He ascended the moving steps, the soft sounds of his footsteps echoing through the narrow space.

As he entered Albus's office, he was greeted by a myriad of trinkets and magical instruments, their soft whirring and ticking providing a serene background noise. The room was bathed in a warm, golden glow, emanating from the numerous candles that adorned the shelves and walls.

Albus's phoenix, Fawkes, stirred on his perch, sensing the tension that Severus carried with him.

Albus himself was seated behind his desk, dozing lightly with a book open in his lap. Severus hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath to compose himself before speaking. "Headmaster, I must speak with you about Potter's living arrangements."

Startled, Albus awoke with a jolt. He blinked rapidly, adjusting to the abrupt interruption of his slumber. With a weary smile, he looked up at Severus. "Ah, Severus, what brings you here at this late hour?"

Severus strode up to Albus's desk, his voice tight with worry and a hint of anger. "Potter has shared with us the abuse he endured at the hands of the Dursleys. He told me he confided in you after his first year, and yet you continued to send him back there. I can't fathom how you could willingly put him in such a situation."

The concern in Albus's eyes deepened as he replied softly, "Severus, I was aware that the Dursleys have not always treated Harry kindly, but I don't believe their behavior reached the level of abuse, my boy. A few harsh words do not warrant removing him from the protection of the blood wards."

Severus's jaw tightened, as he struggled to contain the fury welling up inside him. "Albus, they hit him. Harry's recent suicide attempt is a clear and urgent sign that we need to take action immediately. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin are already here at the castle, prepared and eager to look after Harry. It is crucial that he is surrounded by those who truly care for him."

A wave of shock washed over Albus's face, leaving him pale as he took in the troubling news. "They hit him? A suicide attempt? And Remus and Sirius are here? How could I have been unaware of this? Severus, please sit down and explain to me exactly what happened tonight."

Severus sat, his entire demeanor radiating tension and barely contained anger. He recounted the events of the night, from finding Harry ready to jump off the tower to the emotional conversation that followed. As he spoke, Albus's eyes grew increasingly haunted, the weight of his decisions weighing heavily on him.

"I never intended for things to escalate to such a dire state, Severus," Albus murmured, his voice strained. "I truly believed that the blood wards were worth the price, but it's clear now that I was gravely mistaken."

Severus stared at Albus, his anger flaring. "So, you're willing to admit that you were wrong? That you put Harry's life at risk by forcing him to live with people who treated him abhorrently?"

Albus met his gaze, sorrow etched into every line on his face. "Yes, Severus, I was wrong. And I will do everything in my power to correct this terrible error in judgment."

Severus leaned forward, his voice low and urgent. "Then you must allow Harry to live with Black and Lupin. They can provide him with the love and support he so desperately needs."

Albus hesitated, his brow furrowing in thought. "While I understand your concerns, Severus, I must also consider the complications. Sirius is still on the run from the Ministry, and taking legal custody of Harry would be impossible for him. Remus, on the other hand, cannot become Harry's guardian due to his lycanthropy."

Severus's eyes narrowed, his determination unwavering. "Then we must find a way, Albus. We cannot allow Harry to continue suffering under the Dursleys' care."

Albus sighed, rubbing his temples in deep thought. "Very well, Severus. Let us explore our options. Perhaps there is another trusted individual who could take legal guardianship of Harry while he remains under the care of Sirius and Remus."

Severus considered the suggestion, his mind racing as he pondered potential candidates. "Minerva, perhaps? She has always been a staunch supporter of Harry, and I believe she would willingly assume such responsibility."

Albus nodded thoughtfully, a mischievous twinkle appearing in his eye that Severus knew all too well could spell trouble for him. "Yes, Minerva could indeed be a suitable guardian. However, I fear the Ministry might deem her too old for the role. We need someone younger and a powerful wizard who would be capable of defending Harry should the need arise." The twinkle in Albus's eyes grew more pronounced, and Severus couldn't help but scowl in response.

As the twinkle in Albus's eyes intensified, Severus couldn't shake the feeling that the Headmaster had someone specific in mind. "Who are you suggesting, Albus?" he asked cautiously, suspecting that he might not like the answer.

Albus's smile broadened, confirming Severus's suspicions. "Well, Severus, it occurs to me that you yourself are a powerful and skilled wizard. I believe you could provide Harry with the protection he needs while acting as a liaison between him and his chosen family."

Severus's eyes widened, taken aback by the suggestion. "Me? Albus, you cannot be serious."

Albus's expression became earnest. "Severus, I understand your hesitations, but you have already shown a great deal of concern for Harry's well-being. You were there for him tonight when no one else was. And you are here now advocating for him. I think this is the perfect solution."

Severus hesitated, his mind racing with the implications of Albus's proposal. While the thought of taking on such a responsibility was daunting, he couldn't deny the sense of urgency that had been gnawing at him since learning of Harry's situation.

Finally, he sighed, his shoulders sagging in resignation. "Very well, Albus, but I want to make it clear that Sirius and Remus will be the ones primarily caring for Harry. My role will be to provide support and ensure his safety."

Albus nodded in agreement. "Of course, Severus. Your willingness to step into this role is commendable. I will draw up the paperwork."

Severus turned to leave and then treaded softly through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, each step echoing in the vast emptiness of the castle. The flickering light from the torches cast eerie shadows on the walls, mirroring the turmoil within him. His thoughts were a tangled mess, a whirlwind of emotions that refused to be tamed. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't shake the nagging sensation that he was now bound to his school bullies in yet another way – a twist of fate that he never could have anticipated.

As he walked, the memories of his own troubled past resurfaced, bringing forth a bitter taste. He recalled the cruel taunts, the humiliation, and the relentless pain he had endured. It was difficult to imagine that the same people who had once tormented him would now become his allies, brought together by their shared concern for Harry. He wondered how Harry would react to the news that he, of all people, would be his guardian, even if it was only in name. Would the boy accept the arrangement, or would he too be repulsed by the thought of being connected to someone who had been his nemesis?

Severus's heart ached as his thoughts turned to Lily, the one person who had ever truly understood him. He couldn't help but ponder what she would think of everything that had happened – the abuse her son had suffered, the desperate actions he had been driven to, and the strange alliance that was now forming in his name. Would Lily be proud of him for stepping up to protect her son, despite his animosity towards James and his friends? Or would she be disappointed, seeing him bound to the very people who had tormented him during his school years?

The weight of these questions pressed down on Severus, stirring a complicated mix of anger, guilt, and sadness. Yet, through the chaos of his emotions, one thing remained clear: he had a responsibility to Harry, to ensure his safety and well-being, regardless of the personal cost. As he walked, Severus's resolve began to solidify, a determination to honor Lily's memory and be the guardian that Harry needed, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

Severus reached the room where he knew Harry and the remaining Marauders were. He hesitated at the door, torn between the desire to confront them and the need for caution. Gathering his courage, he quietly entered the room, casting a quick spell to lock it behind him.

The three on the couch were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't notice Severus's arrival. He stood in the shadows, watching as Harry poured his heart out to Sirius and Remus.

Harry sat on the couch between Sirius and Remus, his voice shaky as he opened up about his feelings from the previous year. "Last year was... really hard for me. When the Goblet of Fire chose me, I felt so isolated. The whole school turned against me, even Ron, and I didn't have anyone to talk to."

Sirius's eyes filled with concern and sadness, while Remus's face was etched with empathy. "Harry, I wish you would had said something," Sirius said softly.

Harry's anger flared, his eyes glistening with unshed tears that threatened to spill. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as he exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice, "How could I have said something, Sirius? You were on the run, Remus was keeping a low profile, and I was trapped at Hogwarts, being hated by everyone!"

Sirius looked down, his shoulders slumping as guilt washed over him. "You're right, Harry, and for that I am very sorry." He reached out, placing a hand on Harry's knee in a gesture of reassurance.

Harry seemed to deflate as he took a long, shaky breath, his face a canvas of pain and vulnerability. "I just... I just..." He closed his eyes as he trailed off, unable to find the words to express his turmoil. Sirius pulled him closer to his chest, wrapping a comforting arm around him.

Harry's breathing hitched as he struggled to continue, clearly overwhelmed by the emotions he was trying to express. Remus, sensing his distress, gently placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, offering comfort and support. "Take your time, Harry. We're here for you."

Finally, with a deep, steadying breath, Harry found the strength to continue. "Cedric," he whispered, his voice breaking. "He... he died because of me. It's all my fault."

"No, Harry," Sirius said firmly, his arms still around him, offering protection and solace. "What happened to Cedric was not your fault. You were just a pawn in someone else's twisted game."

Remus nodded in agreement, his gaze never leaving Harry's face. "You did everything you could to help him, Harry. You can't blame yourself for something that was completely out of your control." The determination in his voice left no room for doubt.

Harry's tears began to fall, and he buried his face in Sirius's chest, unable to hold back any longer. He felt so much guilt, grief, and anger, and it all came pouring out as he sobbed in the arms of the two people who were supposed to take care of him all those years ago.

Gradually, Harry's heart-wrenching sobs subsided, yet he remained nestled within Sirius's comforting embrace. This was an entirely new experience for him; he had never been held so tenderly, even during his earliest years. As he absorbed every ounce of solace and warmth he could from this moment, Harry couldn't help but ponder if this was what it felt like to have a parent or someone who genuinely cared for him.

Severus stood in the shadows, his heart aching as he watched the scene unfold before him. As Harry's sobs began to subside, Severus knew it was time to reveal himself and deliver the news from Albus. With a deep breath, he stepped forward into the dim light, drawing the attention of the trio on the couch.

"Potter, Black, Lupin," Severus said, his voice cool and composed, betraying none of the turmoil within him. "I bring news from the Headmaster."

The three of them looked up, startled by his sudden appearance. Sirius's protective instinct flared, and he instinctively tightened his embrace around Harry. Remus, ever the diplomat, attempted to defuse the tension. "Severus," he said evenly, "what news do you have?"

Severus's gaze flicked to Harry, who stared back at him with a mix of wariness and curiosity. "The Headmaster and I have discussed your situation, Potter," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of reluctance. "Albus has agreed that you can no longer remain in the care of the Dursleys. We have explored several options, and it has been decided that you will stay with Black and Lupin for the foreseeable future."

A look of relief and joy washed over Harry's face, even as his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "But what about the Ministry? They're after Sirius."

Severus allowed himself a small, tight-lipped smile. "The Headmaster has a plan in place to ensure your safety and that of Black and Lupin. Additionally, a trusted individual will assume legal guardianship of you, while you remain under their care."

"And who would that be?" Sirius asked, his tone cautious and guarded.

Severus hesitated for a moment before replying, "That would be me."

The room fell silent, the shock evident on the faces of Harry, Sirius, and Remus. Harry's eyes darted between Severus and his godfather, searching for any sign of a joke or deception.

Severus sighed, his voice softening. "I understand your reservations, but I assure you this decision has not been made lightly. I am committed to ensuring your safety, Potter. However, things are early in the paperwork so if you wish to alter this arrangement you may."

Harry swallowed hard, his hands gripping the fabric of his trousers as his mind raced with the implications of this unexpected alliance. He glanced at Sirius and Remus, seeking their input, his eyes wide with apprehension.

Sirius studied Severus for a long moment, his gaze unwavering and intense. He crossed his arms over his chest before nodding slowly. "If this is what it takes to keep Harry safe, then I'm willing to give it a chance," he declared, a note of cautious optimism in his voice.

Remus, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, echoed his sentiment. "We all want what's best for Harry," he agreed, giving Harry's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "If working together is what it takes, then so be it."

Harry looked back at Severus, his expression a mixture of uncertainty and determination. He took a deep breath, straightening his posture, and met Severus's eyes. "Alright, Professor Snape. I'll give this a try," he said, offering a small, tentative smile. "Thank you."

Severus inclined his head in acknowledgment, his expression remaining carefully neutral. "Very well, Potter. In light of recent events, I suggest that you return home early with Black and Lupin to settle in for the summer. The end of term is only a few days away, and it would be best for you to have some extra time to adjust to your new living arrangements."

Sirius nodded in agreement, his eyes briefly meeting Severus's before turning to Harry. He placed a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder. "I think it's a good idea, kiddo. Why don't you gather your things, pack up, and meet us back here? We'll step through the floo together to get you settled in."

Harry hesitated for a moment, taking in their concerned expressions, then nodded. He pushed himself up from the chair and began to move toward the door.

As he reached for the handle, Severus let out a small breath of hesitation, causing Harry to pause. "There's one more thing, Mr. Potter. I will also arrange for a Mind Healer to visit you once a week. It will be beneficial for your well-being, given everything you've been through," he said in a low and uncharastically kind voice.

Harry paused, his eyes narrowing defensively as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't know if I need a Mind Healer," he protested, his voice wavering but defiant. "I mean, I'm fine, really."

The three adults in the room shared a look, silently communicating their concerns. Remus was the first to speak up, his voice gentle yet firm. "Harry, you just tried to jump from the astronomy tower. You are far from 'fine' and that's alright. You admitted earlier having some pretty tough feelings and talking with someone can help you sort through those. Let us help you, Harry."

Sirius added, gesturing empathetically with his hands, "You can always talk with us, but sometimes it's helpful to have a professional to talk to. Someone who can give you guidance on how to cope with everything."

Severus nodded in agreement, his expression softening slightly as he glanced at Sirius and then back at Harry. "It's not a sign of weakness, Potter. We all need help from time to time."

Harry watched the exchange between the three men, amazed that three who had such a history were actually agreeing on something. He sighed, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, still uneasy but understanding their concern. He gave a small nod of acquiescence. "Alright, if you all think it's best."

Remus smiled warmly and stood up, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I'll accompany you to gather your things, Harry. It's best we get this done quickly, so we can get you settled in with Sirius and me."

He glanced at Sirius and Severus, a silent understanding passing between them that they shouldn't leave Harry alone just yet in his fragile emotional state. The boy's emotions were obviously everywhere, and they didn't want a repeat of earlier events.

As they walked together through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, the flickering torches casting dancing shadows on the ancient stone walls, Remus maintained a comforting presence by Harry's side. They moved in a companionable silence, the echoes of their footsteps mingling with the distant whispers of the castle's magic, allowing Harry the time to process everything that had transpired.

Once they reached the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, the warm glow of the firelight spilled out from the open doorway, casting a soft golden hue across the floor. The familiar circular room, filled with plush chairs and comfortable sofas, exuded a sense of safety and camaraderie that had always brought Harry solace.

Remus gave Harry an encouraging smile as they stepped into the cozy space. "Take your time, Harry. I'll be right here if you need me," he said softly, settling himself down in a nearby armchair as he watched Harry make his way up to the dormitory.

With a nod, Harry headed up the spiral staircase to the boys' dormitory. The room was dim, lit only by the soft moonlight streaming through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor. The curtains around the other beds were drawn, hiding the sleeping forms of Harry's fellow Gryffindors.

As Harry approached his bed, he reached for his battered trunk at the foot of it and popped it open. The familiar sight of his belongings brought a sense of normalcy amidst the chaos of recent events. He moved quietly around the room, gathering his clothes, books, and other personal items, carefully packing them away into the trunk.

The creaking of a bed alerted Harry to the fact that he had awoken one of his roommates. A tousled head of red hair peeked out from behind the curtains of the bed next to his. Ron, rubbing sleep from his eyes, looked at Harry with concern. "Harry, mate, are you alright? What's going on?"

Harry paused in his packing, offering a small, weary smile. "I'm okay, Ron. I just... I need to leave Hogwarts early. Sirius and Remus are taking me in for the summer. A lot has happened, and I just need to go."

Ron's eyes widened with concern, and he pushed himself up to a sitting position. "Bloody hell, Harry. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Harry shook his head, touched by his friend's concern. "No, I'll be alright. Just promise me you'll look after Hermione and everyone else while I'm gone, okay?"

Ron hesitated, worry etched on his face as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat on the edge. "Harry, you can't just say 'a lot has happened' and expect me not to be concerned. What happened? Are you really alright?"

Harry sighed, knowing that Ron wouldn't let the matter rest until he was satisfied. He sat down on his own bed, facing his friend. "I... I almost did something really stupid, Ron. I was feeling overwhelmed, and I couldn't handle it anymore. But Professor Snape found me and stopped me."

Ron's face paled, his eyes wide with shock and fear. "Merlin, Harry... I'm so glad he found you in time. You know you can always talk to me, right? I'm here for you, no matter what."

Harry smiled, grateful for his friend's unwavering support. "I know, Ron. And I appreciate it more than you can imagine. But for now, I need to go with Sirius and Remus, and figure things out. I'll be okay, I promise."

Ron's expression softened, and he reached out to give Harry's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Alright, mate. Just promise me you'll take care of yourself, and if you need anything, just send an owl." He then appeared embarrassed and lowered his gaze. "I truly apologize for acting like an prat this year. If I could travel back in time and hit myself, I would."

Harry offered Ron a small smile, appreciating his friend's sincerity. Even though his actions still hurt a deep part of him he couldn't bring himself to stay angry with his best friend. "Don't worry about it, Ron. We all make mistakes. The important thing is that we learn from them and move forward."

Ron's eyes widened in disbelief as he shook his head, struggling to grasp the unexpected revelation. "I can't believe it was Snape who stepped in," he exclaimed, referring to the man with a touch of disdain. "Who knew the slimy bloke could actually be kind?"

Harry simply nodded in agreement, his gaze drifting towards the doorway. "It's true, he's been surprisingly... pleasant, I suppose, tonight. We'll talk more about it later, alright? Remus is waiting for me in the common room."

Ron nodded, understanding the urgency of the situation. "Yeah, of course. Go on, then. I'll help you pack the rest of your things," he said, getting up and moving to assist Harry with his task.

Together, they finished packing Harry's trunk, and after double-checking that they hadn't missed anything, they closed the lid with a soft click. Harry glanced around the room one last time, a bittersweet feeling washing over him as he realized he wouldn't be seeing this place until the next year. It was always like leaving home when he left for the summer.

"Take care of yourself, Harry," Ron said quietly, his voice cracking slightly as he stepped forward and pulled Harry into a tight hug. He patted Harry's back, trying to convey the depth of his concern and affection. "I'll miss you, mate."

Harry hugged him back, his eyes misting up as he blinked away tears. He could feel his throat tightening with emotion as he clung to his friend, appreciating the bond they shared. "I'll miss you too, Ron. I'll send you an owl as soon as I can, alright?"

Ron nodded, his own eyes glistening as he reluctantly released Harry from the embrace. He stepped back, wiping his eyes on the back of his hand and trying to regain his composure. "You better," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Now go on, Remus is waiting."

With a final nod, Harry took out his wand and cast a shrinking charm on his trunk, reducing it to a size small enough to fit into his pocket. He carefully tucked it away and made his way back down the spiral staircase.

When he reached the common room, he found Remus still sitting in the armchair, his brow furrowed in concentration as he read a book that lay open on his lap. The firelight flickered, casting a warm glow over the room and Remus's features.

Hearing Harry's approach, Remus glanced up from the book, his eyes reflecting concern and understanding. He set the book aside and rose to his feet, stretching out his stiff limbs.

"Ready to go, Harry?" Remus asked gently, his eyes never leaving Harry's face.

Harry nodded, attempting to muster a small smile but finding it difficult as a myriad of emotions threatened to overwhelm him. "Yeah, I am," he finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

Remus offered him an encouraging smile, his eyes warm and full of empathy. He reached out and placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze before leading him out of the familiar common room.

As they exited the Gryffindor common room, Harry cast one last lingering glance at the warm, inviting space that had been his home for the past few years.

Together, Harry and Remus navigated the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, the castle seemingly bidding them farewell with its soft whispers and dancing shadows. As they entered the room they knew Sirius and Severus to be in, they heard the low murmur of voices. Sirius and Severus were engaged in a conversation that Harry and Remus had unintentionally interrupted.

"...has been my personal mind healer for years," Severus was saying, his tone uncharacteristically sincere. "He is discreet, skilled, and he'll be able to help Harry." He then continued a little gentler, "You may also want to speak with him, I am sure spending that many years in Azkaban took a toll."

Sirius nodded, taking in the information with a serious expression. "Thank you, Severus. I appreciate your help with this." He took a small piece of parchment from Severus, which presumably contained the healer's contact information.

As they noticed Harry and Remus approaching, Sirius and Severus fell silent. Remus raised an eyebrow, curiosity evident in his expression. "Everything alright?"

Sirius nodded, folding the parchment and tucking it into his pocket. "Yes, Severus was just giving me the information for a healer who can help Harry."

With a reassuring smile, Sirius turned to Harry. "We're going to make sure you get the help you need, alright?"

Harry fidgeted, still feeling uneasy about the prospect of talking to a 'shrink,' but he nodded in agreement. Although his curiosity piqued when he heard that the healer being recommended was his professor's personal healer, but he decided it would be best not to question the man.

But Severus saw the emotions flash before the teen's eyes. He paused, narrowing his eyes slightly before speaking, "Potter, I know it's difficult to trust someone with your thoughts and emotions, especially after everything you've been through." Severus took a small breath, his hands briefly tightening at his sides. "But sometimes, letting someone in can make a significant difference in the healing process," he admitted, a hint of vulnerability showing through his usually stoic expression. "I know this from personal experience."

Harry hesitated for a moment, surprised by Severus's uncharacteristic openness. He glanced at Remus and Sirius, who both seemed to be taken aback as well. Swallowing his apprehension, Harry nodded slowly, acknowledging the sincerity in Severus's words.

"Alright," Harry agreed, his voice quiet but resolute. "I'll give it a try."

With that settled, Remus clapped his hands together, breaking the tense atmosphere. "Well, we should get going. It's time to head to Grimmauld Place," he said, his tone warm and inviting.

Harry frowned, confusion etched on his face. "Grimmauld Place? What's that?"

Sirius smiled, understanding the confusion. "Grimmauld Place is the location of the Black family home, and also serves as the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. It's been in my family for generations, and now it's a safe haven for us."

Severus, who had been observing the conversation, spoke up. "I'll accompany you. There are some additional wards Sirius and I agreed should be cast to ensure Potter's safety."

Harry looked at Severus, surprised but grateful for his help. "Thank you, Professor Snape," he said sincerely.

Severus merely nodded in response, his face impassive but his eyes betraying a flicker of concern. "It's the least I can do, Potter."

Remus led the group to the room where the floo network was accessible. As they stood in front of the fireplace, Sirius handed Harry a small pouch of floo powder.

"You know how this works, right?" Sirius asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I've used it before. Just throw the powder in and say the destination, right?"

"Exactly," Sirius confirmed, his expression proud. "When you're ready, just say 'Grimmauld Place.'"

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Harry grabbed a handful of floo powder and tossed it into the fireplace. The green flames roared to life, and he stepped forward, calling out, "Grimmauld Place!"

In an instant, Harry felt himself being whisked away, the world around him a dizzying blur of colors and sensations. As he stumbled out of the fireplace at Grimmauld Place, he was greeted by the familiar, dark interior of the Black family home.

Sirius, Remus, and Severus followed in quick succession, each arriving with a burst of green flames. Once they had all gathered, Sirius took the lead, guiding them through the gloomy, dusty hallways.

"Harry, your room will be on the second floor," Sirius said, stopping outside a slightly ajar door. "Severus and I will cast the wards we discussed earlier. Feel free to settle in while we take care of that."

Harry nodded, stepping into the room as Sirius and Severus moved to the side to discuss the wards they'd be casting. The room was spacious and dimly lit, with a large four-poster bed, a wardrobe, and a desk. The walls were adorned with dark tapestries and paintings, giving the room a slightly ominous feel.

As Harry unpacked his shrunken trunk, Remus stayed behind to offer support. "Just unpack what you need for the night. We'll help you unpack and clean it up a bit better in the morning. It's late now though and you should get some sleep. Alright? If you need anything my door is two doors down on the right and Sirius is the door next to mine."

"Thanks, Remus," Harry replied, managing a small smile. "I appreciate it."

With a nod, Remus left Harry to settle into his new room, closing the door behind him.

Outside, Sirius and Severus collaborated to cast the necessary protective wards on Harry's room and any other accessible rooms, ensuring that they would safeguard Harry from any potential self-harm. After the events of tonight, they agreed not to take any chances, especially before Harry consulted with a mind healer.

With the wards in place, Sirius and Severus reconvened with Remus in the hallway. "The wards are set," Severus reported, his voice clipped but not unkind. "Potter should be safe now."

"Thank you, Severus," Remus said sincerely, extending a hand. "Your help is much appreciated."

Severus hesitated for a moment before accepting the handshake, realizing that he might have to grow accustomed to such gestures. At least it wasn't the bone-crushing hug Sirius had given him earlier when Harry had left the room, during which Sirius had apologized and thanked him for rescuing his godson. "You're welcome...Remus."

After ensuring that Harry was safe and secure in his room, Severus decided it was time for him to take his leave. "I should be going now," he announced, his voice still crisp but tinged with a hint of fatigue. "I trust you two can handle things from here. I will take care of the loose ends at Hogwarts."

"Of course, Severus," Remus replied, nodding appreciatively. "Thank you again for your help. We'll keep you updated on Harry."

Sirius extended his hand, and after a brief pause, Severus shook it. "Take care, Severus," Sirius said, genuine gratitude in his voice.

Severus gave a curt nod, then turned on his heel and strode down the hallway. With a swirl green flame, he flooed from Grimmauld Place, leaving Remus and Sirius alone in the dimly lit corridor.

The two old friends exchanged a weary glance, the emotional burden of the day evident on their faces. Together, they made their way to the living room, the floorboards creaking softly beneath their feet. As they entered, Remus gestured for Sirius to sit, and they both sank into the worn but comfortable sofa, each lost in their thoughts for a moment.

The room was dimly lit, the flickering candlelight casting shadows that danced across the walls. The atmosphere was somber, reflecting the gravity of the situation they now faced.

Finally, Sirius broke the silence. "I never thought I'd see the day where Snape would willingly help us like that," he admitted, his voice low and tinged with disbelief. He absently ran a hand through his unkempt hair, a gesture that betrayed his lingering unease.

"Neither did I," Remus agreed, rubbing his eyes wearily. "But I'm grateful he did. It just shows how much he cares for Harry, despite their difficult relationship." He glanced at Sirius, a hint of a sad smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, as if acknowledging that the unexpected alliance had taken them both by surprise.

Sirius leaned back against the sofa, his gaze drifting towards the ceiling as he contemplated the future. "We have a long road ahead of us, Moony," he said quietly, the weight of his words heavy with responsibility. "But we'll do whatever it takes to help Harry."

Remus, sensing the determination behind Sirius's words, reached out and placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "We will, Padfoot. We're his family, and we'll be there for him."

As they sat in the dimly lit room, Sirius sighed heavily, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "It breaks my heart to think about how alone Harry's been all these years," he confessed, his voice cracking with emotion. "And those blasted Dursleys mistreating him... I wish I could've been there for him."

Remus's expression grew even more somber, his own eyes reflecting a similar sadness. "I know, Padfoot," he said softly, his voice full of empathy. "I feel the same way."

A pang of guilt shot through Remus as he thought back to the year he had spent as Harry's professor at Hogwarts. He had spent so much time with Harry, yet he hadn't seen the signs of the mistreatment and emotional pain the boy had suffered. "I should've noticed something," Remus confessed, his voice heavy with regret. "I was there with him for an entire year, and I didn't see anything. I feel like I failed him, Sirius."

Sirius squeezed Remus's shoulder reassuringly, understanding the guilt that was consuming his friend. "You couldn't have known, Moony. Harry... he's good at keeping things to himself. We can't blame ourselves for what we didn't know, but we can make sure that from now on, he's never alone again."

Remus nodded, but with a deep sigh, he leaned forward to rest his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking as he let the emotions he'd been holding back finally surface.

"We almost lost him, Padfoot," Remus whispered, his voice choked with tears. "Just like Lily and James... I can't bear the thought of losing him too."

Sirius moved closer and gently rubbed Remus's back, hoping to provide some comfort. As Remus continued to tremble with emotion, Sirius pulled him into a warm, reassuring hug, holding him tight. "I know, Moony," he murmured, his own voice cracking with emotion. "But we didn't lose him. He's still here, and we'll do everything in our power to make sure he stays with us. We'll protect him, just like we should have protected Lily and James."

The two friends stayed like that for a while, finding solace in just being together after being separated for so long. Eventually, their embrace loosened, and they pulled away from each other, their eyes still shimmering with unshed tears.

"Maybe we should try to get some sleep," Remus suggested, his voice still thick with emotion. "We have a lot to do tomorrow."

Sirius nodded in agreement, his eyes full of concern. "You're right, Moony. Get some rest. I'll go check on Harry one more time before I turn in."

Remus managed a small smile, grateful for Sirius's unwavering support. "Thanks, Padfoot. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Moony," Sirius replied, returning the smile. As Remus slowly made his way to his bedroom, Sirius walked toward Harry's room, his heart heavy with worry.

Sirius knocked gently on the door before entering. "Hey, Pup, just wanted to wish you a good night," he said softly, his eyes finding Harry who looked so much smaller than his years.

"Thanks, Sirius," Harry replied, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm feeling a bit better now."

Sirius smiled and pulled a chair next to the bed, taking a seat. "I'll stay with you until you fall asleep, just to make sure you're okay," he offered, placing a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder.

Harry hesitated for a moment, his eyes reflecting a vulnerability that he rarely allowed anyone to see. He finally nodded in agreement, his voice barely above a whisper, "I'd like that, thanks." He tried to mask the relief in his voice, but it was palpable. Throughout his life, he had never experienced the simple comfort of having someone sit with him as he fell asleep. Perhaps when he was an infant, but those memories were long gone. He lay down and pulled the covers over himself, allowing a genuine sense of contentment to wash over him. Though the house was worn and dreary, it was the people inside that filled it with warmth and love.

Sirius watched over Harry with a tenderness that only a guardian could possess. As the young wizard's breathing evened out, signaling his descent into slumber, the room was filled with the gentle lullaby of his snores. Moonlight streaming through the window cast shadows that danced along the walls, creating a serene atmosphere. Sirius reached over and tenderly brushed the hair away from Harry's face, tucking him in securely. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his godson's forehead, whispering, "Don't scare us like that again, kid."

With one last, loving glance at Harry, Sirius sighed and returned the chair to its original position. He quietly left the room and closed the door, his heart heavy with emotion. Leaning against the wall, he dragged a weary hand down his face and tilted his head back, eyes closed. Doubts swirled through his mind: could he truly be the guardian that Harry needed? Could he provide the love and support that James and Lily would have given? He certainly hoped so.

Sirius opened his eyes and pulled out the parchment Severus had given him earlier, containing the contact information for a mind healer. He resolved to reach out in the morning, realizing that both he and Harry would benefit from the support. He needed to process not only his years of incarceration, but also his own childhood and the loss of his friends. His friendship with James, Lily, and Remus had been the beacon of light in his life, and losing them had driven him to the brink of madness. He vowed to never let that darkness consume him again.

With a deep breath, Sirius pocketed the parchment and headed to his own room for some much-needed rest. Tomorrow would be a significant day, filled with hope and new beginnings. He felt immensely grateful to have Harry with them, but he was also keenly aware that he and Remus had much to make up for. They would do their best, together, to provide the love and support that Harry deserved.

Before leaving Harry's vicinity, Sirius cast a monitoring charm on the boy's door, ensuring he would be alerted when Harry awoke. He anticipated that Harry would sleep late into the morning, but he couldn't help wanting to be certain. The wards Severus had placed on their home had eased his worry, and for the first time in a long while, Sirius felt a glimmer of hope for the future.