My foot is tapping against the floor as I'm waiting in front of the fireplace. I glance at Draco, but he only rolls his eyes at me. Draco and I've been ready for at least five minutes. However, my so-called responsible parents have yet to appear. Okay, so I'm already thinking of Professor Sinistra as my mum. It is a bit like putting the broom in front of the Snitch, but I have a mum now. I then turn bright red as I think back on the numerous conversations my housemates had about certain professors. Unfortunately, in the boys' dormitory, my new mum was the subject of numerous distasteful conversations.

"Draco, what do you think about Professor Sinistra?"

"What do I think about her? Merlin, Potter, you wanted her as your mum and now you're complaining about it?"

"I'm not complaining. It's just, well, don't you guys ever talk about you know what down here?" I watch Draco's eyes instantly widen as he stares at me shocked. Maybe I shouldn't have been that general about it. "No. No, Draco, I don't mean that. I mean, you know, how, well, attractive certain people are." He rolls his eyes at me.

"Let me guess. You're asking me if my friends sit around the common room stating that they'd like to do Sinistra?" Draco drawls. When I nod, he laughs at me. "Yeah, she's talked about down here too." His gray eyes then narrow on me suspiciously. "Potter, you didn't think about her like that, right?"

"Thankfully, I never thought about that. I'd probably be dying right now if I did." I then sigh and shake my head. "I usually talked about Cho in the common room, while they talked about…Mum." The word comes out strangely on my tongue, but I say it anyway. I know it's going to take me awhile before I'm fully comfortable calling her it, so I'm trying to get an early start on it.

"Got a crush on the Ravenclaw girl, do you? Hmm…I always thought you'd be after Granger."

"Hermione?" instantly I squawk. "No, no way, Draco. She's like my sister. After all, I think Ron fancies her anyway."

"That idiot?" he drawls. "Oh, please, she should be with someone who at least knows the difference between a bezoar and a stone."

I then sigh as I feel my stomach clench tightly. Unfortunately, I cannot stop thinking now that Ron and I are going to get into a huge fight over this. Sure, Dad has said that Ron thinks of me as his brother. Is he still going to once he learns that I'm kind of friends with Draco, though? I then glance at the Slytherin and sigh. Draco instantly notices my change and stops laughing.

"What's wrong, Potter?"

"You do realize that Ron and Hermione are coming to the manor this afternoon, right?"

"Yes, Potter, I'm not a moron. I swear on my Wizard's Oath that I'll be on my best behavior."

"Thanks, Draco."

"Eh, what are friends for?" I unconsciously flinch. "Too soon?" he asks quietly.

"No. It's just that I've been friends with Ron for a very long time. He's going to blow a top when he finds out that we're friends now. I mean, you were—"

"A complete arse, I know, but then so was Severus," Draco says with a grin. "And now look at you two. I'd say you both could be in the running for cutest father-son duo."

"Oh, shut up, Malfoy," I grumble before sighing. Pro—Mum and Dad still aren't back yet. "What do you think is taking them so long?"

"Do you really want me to answer that, Potter?" I nod slowly. Even though, I know his answer is probably going to be entirely crude, I could use the laugh. "Well, it's probably been awhile for Severus, and, well, you seen her. They have a lot of tension to work off." I can't help it. I burst out laughing grabbing my side until I think about the fact that these aren't two of my professors anymore. These are my parents. My laughter quickly turns into a scream as I start to rub my face and eyes in efforts to rid myself of my thoughts and the images unfortunately.

"What in Merlin's name is going on in here?" Dad yells as he walks into the room.

"It's nothing, sir. Potter was just having a fit about something he thought."

"And just what were you thinking about?" Dad drawls in a silky whisper.

My face goes bright red again, and I shiver unconsciously. I try to hide my face, but Dad instantly stops me. His dark eyes stare at me before he chuckles. I know instantly that he knows.

"Hmm…as intriguing as that might be for you to think about, Harry, you can stop worrying." My eyes narrow on him instantly. "It appears that you are long overdue for a discussion about sex." I groan and hang my head. I cannot believe he's saying this to me in front of Draco. "Perhaps you and I should speak tonight after your friends leave."

"No," I croak. "Please, dear God no," I whine as I hear Draco laughing hysterically.

"Mr. Malfoy, I would not be laughing if I were you unless you wish me to give you that same talk for a second time." That instantly shut Draco up for good. "Aurora will be meeting us at the manor later. She had some things to take care of before she can join us."

"Is everything all right, Dad?"

"If you must know, it isn't." I feel my chest tighten instantly. "She's going shopping with Septima." My eyes glance at Dad. That isn't bad news. "Unfortunately, she's gotten it into her mind that after accepting a marriage proposal, you're expected to wed twenty-four hours afterwards."

"Oh," I say glancing at Draco. "I don't really understand what the big deal is, though. Can't you just tell her that you don't want to marry her right away, Dad?"

"Have you ever told a witch that?"

"Well, no," I respond quietly.

"Yes, well, if you ever did, she'd hex you. Witches are by far the most emotional people you will ever meet. If you tell her you don't want to marry her as soon as possible, she cries and starts to think foolishly that you don't want to be with her. You end up having your clothes torn to pieces by one of her hexes and then have to stand outside in the rain because she threw you out of your own house. Trust me, Harry. It's not very desirable to say no to a witch, especially not to say it to Aurora Sinistra."

"You sound like she's done it to you before."

"She has," Dad replies darkly. "I stood her up on one date, and that was my punishment."

Draco and I quietly snicker before Dad hits us with a nonverbal Stinging Hex in the backsides. We both yelp and massage our wounds. We then glance at him and sigh. Maybe we shouldn't have laughed, but it was rather funny. I then notice the unfamiliar trunk next to Dad.

"Yes, well, in Aurora's world, fiancé is synonymous with house elf," Dad says before sighing. "It is my own fault, though. I did ask her if she wished for me to help her with it." He then shakes his head. "How was I supposed to know that she'd want to go shopping for a wedding dress, though?" He glances at Draco and me. "Never mind, let's just go. Do you have everything?"

"Yeah, we've actually been packed and ready to go for twenty minutes, Dad," I drawl.

"Continue with your cheek, Harry, and you won't be seeing your friends."

"Yes, Dad," I reply quietly. I then glance at him. "Does this mean that you're getting married tomorrow then?"

"If Aurora pulls her strings, then yes, unfortunately," Dad answers before grabbing shrinking the luggage and putting it into a pocket in his robes. He then casts the temporary freeze charm on the fireplace. He glances at me with a pointed look, which makes me realize that Dad's not going to let Draco or me out of his sight all weekend. He throws down the Floo powder and shouts our destination.

Unfortunately, floo and I just don't go well together. So the moment that we arrive at Prince Manor, I trip on the slight divot in the fireplace and fall flat on my face. I feel someone gently rest a hand on me, but I stubbornly refuse to respond. After all, I can tell through years of experience that I've broken my nose yet again.

"Unless you wish to scrub your blood out of the rug with a toothbrush, Harry, I'd get up."

I do as Dad asks and allow him, or maybe it's Draco, to escort me to the couch. I don't hear the usual Episkey, but I do hear and feel my nose snap back into place. I yelp in response, but my eyes stop watering when I feel fingers carding my hair affectionately. Yep, that's my dad.

"You should take a shower and change."

"Dad, I am a wizard."

"Unfortunately, son, neither you nor Draco can use your magic right now while we're at the manor. The Trace placed on you both has been reactivated." I glance at Dad with my 'Are you freaking serious' look. He only cards his fingers through my hair again and returns his 'I'm dead serious' smirk. "You can, however, still fly."

"Why'd the Trace reactivate?"

"Because it's the summer and you're away from Hogwarts. It's a rather stupid thing for the Ministry to have, but we can do nothing about it. Now, go take a shower. You both smell rather atrocious. I trust you remember the way to your room, Draco?"

"Yes, sir," Draco says with a soft smile.

I then watch Dad gently place a hand on Draco's shoulder to stop him. I know it's stupid, but I feel a bit jealous of Draco. He's been with my dad longer than I have, and he seems to have a bit more natural relationship with him than I do.

"Draco, this manor is your home too, so there is no need to call me 'sir'."

"Okay, Dad," Draco jokes before laughing softly. He then sobers up when he glances at me. I'm pretty sure that I wasn't glaring at him. I can share Dad…I think. "Is Mokai still here, Severus?"

"He should be upstairs preparing your rooms, Draco."

"Well, then I'm gonna go see if you changed beds on me in the three years I haven't been here."

I watch Draco disappear up the stairs before glancing at Dad. He's staring at me with a rare look of pride, which makes me glance down at the ground. I don't know what it is about me. I just like it when he looks at me like that.

"I'm glad to see you and Mr. Malfoy getting along so well."

"Don't tell Ron, but Draco kind of reminds me of him." Dad doesn't say anything. "Couldn't you adopt Draco too?" I ask suddenly, surprising Dad and myself. He stares at me for a few moments before sitting beside me on the couch.

"I have thought about that also numerous times. Unfortunately, Draco belongs to a very powerful family. His father would use every means he could to destroy me." Dad then shakes his head slowly. "The only way I could ever gain full custody of him is if something happened to his parents."

"You're Draco's godfather?" Dad nods once. "You love us both, don't you, Dad?"

"Yes." He then inhales. "You should take a shower. No doubt, Weasley and Miss Granger are both wondering if I rescinded my previous offer to them by now. Go. I'll entertain them."

"With what, Dad, naked baby pictures of me?" quietly I joke.

"If that's what you want," Dad drawls with a serious look.

"Come on, Dad. You don't have any pictures of me like that."

"Care to bet on that?" he responds folding his arms.

"But…how…the Dursleys never—" he holds up a hand and cuts me off.

"You were very sick at the time. Your parents obviously could not go to St. Mungo's so your mother thought it would be wise to bring you to me. It was a simple case of colic, but naturally, your mother overreacted as any new mother would. I ascertained that your stomach couldn't handle the nutrients you received when Lily breastfed you, so I recommended you drink baby formula instead."

"You saw my mum…"

"Breastfeed you, Harry?" he finishes with a soft smirk. "Honestly, Harry, what will you do when Aurora becomes pregnant? Run into the other room screaming bloody murder because she's feeding your baby brother or sister?" he drawls. "It is perfectly natural for a woman to breastfeed. There is nothing sexual about it."

"Are you saying that you didn't get…you know…seeing my mum doing that?"

"How in Merlin's name you are James Potter's true son is beyond me," he replies shaking his head. "No, Harry, I was not at all aroused by her feeding you." He then scoffs. "Then again, you are an adolescent male. I can see how you would think that. However, do try to get this through your head." His knuckles gently knock against my head. "I am not like you. I do not let my emotions control me, which means that a bad case of raging adolescent hormones will not cause me to force myself on Aurora." He then muttered under his breath, "No matter how badly she wishes it."

"She wants you?"

"Badly," Dad responds. "It is perhaps why she wishes for us to get married so soon."

"Do you want her?"

"Most definitely," Dad answers with a wide smirk. I instantly turn a shade redder. I can't believe I'm talking to Dad about this. "Now, unless you wish for me to continue our lovely discussion…"

"I'm going. I'm going," I reply getting up and walking towards the stairs. I sincerely hope Dad is joking about coming up to my room later and giving me the talk. Okay, granted, I haven't officially had it. It wasn't as if the Dursleys were ever going to talk to me, their resident freak, about that. So, it might be beneficial…wait…beneficial…great, now I sound like Hermione. I shake my head as I walk past Draco's room when I suddenly stop and walk in. "Draco, I've got a question for you," I softly say. He glances at me and sighs.

"Sometimes, you're so predictable," he drawls. "Well, don't just stand there. Close the door."

I do as Draco says, but find myself staring at him strangely. Maybe we have mixed up our signals somehow. Oddly enough, I'm still relaxed around the Slytherin. That's probably because I know his secret and he knows mine.

"You've seen Lucius, Potter. I'm rather certain that you know what kind of sick bastard he is. Well, the night before we started our first year at Hogwarts, Lucius gave me the good old talk, his version, which is by far the most…wrong and vile thing you could ever hear."

Okay, so we haven't mixed up signals at all. Draco knows precisely what I wanted to ask. I wonder if I'm truly that obvious. I don't think I am, but he knows somehow. I take a seat across from him and listen. It isn't as horribly awkward as I thought it'd be.

"He wanted me to understand how to treat a witch." Draco then ran his fingers through his hair before glancing at me. "Let's just say that Lucius is a pig, Potter. Well, it was about my second week when I got a letter from him asking if I had found a 'worthy' witch yet."

"Had you?" I ask quietly.

"Yeah, and, well, it didn't take long for Lucius to…I'm sure you can guess the words." He then sighs. "If you tell anyone the following, Potter, I'm going to spread around the common room that you're a Daddy's boy." I glare at him in response. "Well, I went up to the Astronomy Tower and started to fool around. Not too long afterwards, Severus caught me bare assed in front of a girl. Let me tell you. I got the lecture of the lifetime that night. It's embarrassing as all hell, but, well, I'd rather have heard Severus's version the first time than the one I got from Lucius."

"So…"

"So, just suck it up and listen to him. And don't worry about me telling anyone. I won't." Draco then sighs again. "Hell, I'll even let you in on a Slytherin secret. You and I are far from the first people he's ever given the speech to, Potter. There's a lot of Slytherins who've suffered with us."

"Thanks, Draco." I then stand up before heading towards my own room. I turn back around, though, as a thought occurs to me. "Hey, Draco, if you want to call him, you know, Dad, you can."

"Merlin, Potter, you really are trying to get that perfect family, aren't you?" he responds with a grin. "Thanks, but I'm going to keep calling him Severus for now. Now, get the hell out of here so I can take my shower."

I roll my eyes at him, but walk out and head to my own room. As soon as my door opens, I smile. I'm home. Mokai hasn't moved a single thing from this past summer. I glance to my right and see the sparkling full-length mirror that had numerous snakes etched into the silver. I had shattered the mirror my first night with Dad after recalling about my last night at the Dursleys. Dad had fixed it without asking any questions. Well, he obviously asked questions, but the only thing he seemed to be concerned about was the fact that I had cut my hand all to hell.

Get a move on it, Harry. I might be mistaken, but I believe your friends would like to see you sometime before your fifteenth birthday, Dad sends me through our link.

Yeah, yeah, Dad, I grumble closing my door before walking to my private bathroom. I'm strewing my clothes all over my bedroom floor, but I really don't care at this point. A shower might be just the thing I need. The hot water falls on me the second I step in. These are the times when I really love magic. I mean, who honestly wouldn't love to step into a shower and have it automatically turn on?

Five minutes later, I step out of the shower and quickly dry myself. I glance around the small bathroom looking for my fresh clothes and sigh when I can't find them. Wrapping a towel around me, I walk back into my bedroom and quickly grab a plain black t-shirt and jeans from my dresser. I don't even bother to comb my hair. After all, my friends are downstairs with Dad waiting for me. I rush past Draco's room, only to find the Slytherin not in there anymore. I don't think anything about it, though.

"About time you got down here, Potter," Draco drawls, a few moments later.

The room is completely void of my Gryffindor friends. It's only Draco, who surprisingly is well dressed for being casual. In fact, Draco's wearing a dark blue shirt and tan pants. He's slicked his hair for the most off to the side, except for his bangs, which is spiky.

"Where are Hermione and Ron?" I then glance at Draco. "Please tell me he didn't—"

"I don't know. When I got down here, Mokai told me to wait until Severus came back. I haven't seen either of your friends, but I think they're in the study, though."

Dad, what's going on? I send through our link.

Nothing, Harry, just be patient.

Easier said than done, Dad, I reply. Are Ron and Hermione here, though?

Weasley is, Dad responds softly in my head. Miss Granger, however, is…indisposed. I then feel a surge of anger through our link, which I know isn't from me. Is Draco with you?

Yeah, he is. Why?

Inform him that he'll be sleeping in your room tonight. It seems as if my…loving fiancée got her way yet again. My eyes narrow, but Dad answers my question a few seconds later. She's talked Albus into marrying us tomorrow and sent the entire male Weasley clan and others to our home.

"WHAT?" I suddenly yell with a large grin, whirling towards the closed study door. I notice Draco staring at me strangely, but I don't respond to him for the moment.

Dad, that's awesome. You're getting married to Mum tomorrow, but…wait. Why are you angry then? You do want to marry her, don't you?

Of course I do, Harry, Dad replies. I didn't realize that she'd…never mind.

My eyes narrow. Dad was about to let something slip. The study door suddenly opens, though. It draws my attention instantly because I know Dad's going to be coming out soon. I can't help it. I'm bouncing with joy. In my head, I'm singing "Dad's getting married" repeatedly.

However, when Sirius walks out of the study a few seconds after the door opens, my mouth drops. Never in a million years did I think that my godfather would ever be in my Dad's house.

"What…how…why…Sirius," I say before shaking my head fiercely. "Ah, hell, I don't care." I then embrace my godfather tightly. I quietly laugh when he messes with my hair.

"Nice to see you too, Harry," Sirius replies with a deep chuckle.

I then pull back, which is when I see Dad's look before he quickly hides it from me. I instantly hang my head. I shouldn't have done that. I open my mouth to apologize, but Dad cuts me off.

Do not even attempt to apologize to me about that. I am not angry with you. I am not even disappointed in you, Harry. Sirius was there for you when I could not be. Do not apologize for embracing him. You love fiercely. It is something you inherited from your mother, so I understand, Dad sends me through our link. I, unfortunately, will have to learn to share you with Black. I shall try to endeavor in the feat.

I softly laugh and smile. Dad has a wicked sense of humor. I then sigh before glancing back at Sirius. I guess if I have to share you with Draco, Dad, then you have to share me with Sirius, I respond.

I also have to share you with the Weasleys and Lupin, or have you forgotten them?

"Hey, Harry, you all right, Mate?" Ron asks me as he glances at me oddly.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, Ron." I then notice him glancing suspiciously towards Draco. My stomach clenches almost instantly. This is the moment I've been dreading. I open my mouth to speak, only to hear Draco's voice. No doubt, I have a stupid look on my face now.

"Don't worry, Weasley. I'm not trying to steal Potter from you."

"That's good to hear," Ron replies instantly.

"Perhaps now would be an appropriate time to show Mr. Weasley and the twins your room, Harry?" Dad quietly says glancing from Draco and Ron to me.

"Uh, yeah, sure, Dad," I respond utterly confused.

It will have to be cramped quarters for tonight, unfortunately, Harry. It seems the witches have decided that it should be girls' night tonight. Molly seems to have kicked Black and Lupin out while also sending Arthur and his children here. I nod slowly. Now you get to witness the first downside of marriage. Your wife thinks she owns the place, Dad grumbles quietly.