Harry Potter: Eclipse.-Chapter 70:

Harry rolled his eyes. As if he would leave his wand behind; true, he was proficient with wandless magic, but Sirius didn't know that.

Entering the room after Sirius, Harry looked around and saw how much the room had been upgraded; he had only entered it once in his last life. Now, the room had a row of practice dummies and a power gauge, meaning they could have the difficulty altered depending on who was using them. There was also a raised platform and a small selection of daggers and other physical weapons.

Sirius darted into the room and spun around. "It's brilliant in here, isn't it?" he asked Harry.

Harry smiled at his excitement and nodded. "Was it like this when you were younger?" he asked.

"Back then it was more basic. Your goblin friends really did a great job."

Harry nodded and went to inspect the power gauge. Seeing Harry's attention waver, Sirius came over. "You can use them but I would prefer it if you waited for either me or Remus to be around," he told the small looking boy.

Harry nodded. He didn't plan on doing that as it would be difficult to explain his prowess, but what they didn't know wouldn't harm them.

Sirius grinned and set up a single dummy for Harry to use, putting it on the lowest setting. Harry resigned himself to fighting a child dummy and flicked his wrist so his wand was out. Racking his brain, Harry thought of a simple spell chain a child should be able to do: a simple blasting and stunning combination. Sirius took a step back when he felt Harry's magic. His small godson was deceptive. He had such control over his magical core that he could go undetected unless he unleashed his power. The control and speed in which he could wield his magic was advanced; his finesse was like somebody already of age, not a nearly twelve-year-old.

"Well, you make me look like a novice," he joked.

Harry sent him a bland look. "Hardly, I just find that magic comes much more easily to me, especially since I had my blocks removed last summer. I can sense magic, feel it, and with my memory I don't really need to practice a spell more than once before I've got it for good." Sirius hummed. The explanation was true, but it felt like there was something missing. "Well, I'm probably at the same stage as you right now. My healer recommended me coming in and practicing for half an hour a day, but my stamina is shot," he admitted.

Harry made sure not to look sympathetic. "Give yourself some time - you know you'll get there," he said with conviction.

Sirius smiled. "Well, maybe you could join me. You can show me what else you know - don't think I was fooled by those firstie spells."

Harry nodded. "I suppose I could practice with you." Harry would just have to stick to 4th year and below. ~

30th July 1992

By the time Neville's birthday came around, Harry had developed a minor routine with Sirius and Remus. In the few days they had been together, all three men had sorted out their own lives around each other. Harry would wake up and immediately head to the library (he was so close to finding an answer he could practically feel it; he hoped it wasn't just wishful thinking, but his magic seemed to be humming, making Harry believe he was getting close.) After that, Harry would have lunch when Sirius arrived and then go with him to practice his magic. He had slowly upped his skill level, nothing drastic, when he noted that Sirius wasn't going to say anything. He knew he needed to sit both men down and explain a few things to them soon, but he hoped he would be able to wait until after the custody trial had passed and maybe after he had a way to return Tom to sanity. It would definitely make it easier to sell if his soulmate was sane.

For Sirius, he would go to his healer's appointments in the mornings, have lunch, and then spend half an hour with Harry in the duelling room. By that time he would disappear, usually to have a short nap. Sirius was also working through his family's journals, looking up Wizengamot rules and rulings. He had told Harry and Remus during dinner that he would use all the power he could to ensure he won his custody suit. The temporary grant of custody to Remus was a bonus they could and would use, but Sirius appearing interested in re-entering the world as a proper pureblood Lord would be beneficial.

Remus, as opposed to his more active family members, seemed to putter in and around all day. He would spend time with Harry while Sirius was at his healer's appointments, letting Harry read and research in the library, while he himself flicked through books. Then he would go out and run errands in the afternoons. There had been the first real argument the other day when Remus spoke about the full moon; it would occur on the 5th, meaning Remus would not have to worry the custody trial, but he was refusing to allow Harry or Sirius to get him the Wolfsbane potion. Remus had told them he was wanting to become less dependent on them anymore than he already was.

Harry had pointed out he knew a reliable Potions Master, which had led to an even greater argument as Sirius was reminded that Harry not only knew Severus, but also liked and respected the man greatly.

28th June 1992

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"I don't understand why you're being so difficult about this, Moony. I have more money than I could ever spend. Even if I lived to be 1000 and penniless, I want to do this for you!" Sirius shouted, standing up from the table and pacing.

Remus remained sitting, but his face was tight. "I have survived many times without the potion and besides, I simply can't afford it for a few months. I will be fine without it like I was before," he said, his voice not raised but strained.

"But you don't have to!" Sirius said, turning to look at the wolf. "I can help you! Why won't you let me help you?!"

Remus sighed. "Sirius, you're already doing too much—"

"—No, I'm not!"

"I'm living here without paying rent—"

"—So? I'd be living here with Harry anyway! You're helping me! Let me help you!" "If you're concerned, I can always ask Severus to brew the potion. He promised to help me over the summer and to contact him if I needed anything. I'm sure he would brew the potion for you," Harry said.

"See—" Sirius said before cutting himself off. "Wait. Severus? As in Snape? You know Snivellus?" he asked.

Harry and Remus both sighed simultaneously. "Sirius, you can't call him that," Remus said.

"But—!"

Harry interrupted him this time, "I know you didn't get on when you were in school, but Professor Snape really helped me this year. Not only did he brew my ointments and potions, but he looked out for me. He even followed up on his concerns about my family and made sure I would be okay this summer. He's changed from the boy you knew." Seeing Sirius' look, Harry continued, "And tr ust me, I know everything about his past and how he and Lucius have matching tattoos. However, I don't hold it against him; he's paid for his past mistakes. He's also not the bad guy in our lives. And Remus, remember how you felt when you found out about the Dursley's? When you held me and promised to be there for me? Well, you can't do that if you keep doing this. Take the potion, please."

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