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Harry runs after the trace carelessly, as usual, forcing Draco to rush after him.
“What if this was a scheme to get you killed.” Draco pants, how is Harry still this fit?
“I am notoriously hard to kill, am I not?” Harry asks, taking a sharp turn with the spell.
Draco scoffs, “Doesn’t mean you should push your luck,”
“I think it means exactly that,” Harry almost runs smackdab into the building the trace had led him to.
It's a clean building and Harry casts a nonverbal wandless Alohomora at the door before walking in. The trace continues into the building and to a door. Room number 67. Harry waves the tracker away before knocking. When no one answers he kicks down the door.
It lands on the ground with a loud crash.
“You’re an extremely powerful wizard, was that really necessary?”
“Completely,” He grins.
The carefree mood is ruined when their eyes actually drift into the kitchen. Right there, on the counter, was a Sirius Black being pinned down and devoured by a Remus Lupin. Harry was torn between being shocked at the compromising position his godfather and previous D.A.D.A professor was in, and the fact they’re alive.
He decides on both. Draco coughs awkwardly.
“Merlin's tits,” Remus says startled, “How did you get in here the doors locked,”
“How did you not hear us?” Draco asked, “This bloody moron kicked the door in.”
Remus finally comprehends who’s currently standing in the door on the ground of their flat and shoves himself off Sirius.
Sirius sits up begrudgingly before realizing whos here, “How are you here,”
He walks up to Harry and grabs both of his cheeks turning his face side to side.
“You are dead.” Harry states the obvious, “And you are definitely dead,”
“Not quite,” Remus says.
“Sirius I could get being alive but in some fucked up dimension with no magic, but you?” Harry says, “You’re dead,”
“I don’t know any more than you,”
“Do you mind if we come inside,” Draco asks looking outside.
Sirius waves them in and slides off from his place on the counter, Harry repairs the door from the ground carefully.
“Since when are you friends with the ferret?” Sirius asks, looking at Draco.
“I was fourteen, you ass,” Draco sputters, “And you were adults,”
“I was a criminal,” Sirius said with a shrug, “And all I heard about you was Harry's rants.”
Harry flushed red and shoots a nonverbal stinging jinx at Sirius.
“If you guys are here does that mean-” Harry asks hopefully.
“James isn't here,” Sirius says sadly.
Draco leaves Harry to talk with them and inspects the wards, he's surprised when there aren’t any.
“Why don’t you have any wards?” Draco interrupts.
“We don’t have our wands and not everyone is as skilled as Harry,” Sirius says.
Suddenly a knock sounds on the door. Apparently, Harry was a little too distracted to make sure it was completely fixed and it crashes back to the ground. Everyone blinks at Harry with disappointment.
“You can’t expect it to always work," he defends awkwardly.
“James?” The guy from the door asks, “Lucius?”
“What the fuck is going on,” Harry asks voicing what everyones feeling, “I am not James,”
“And I am definitely more attractive than my father,” Draco states incredulously.
Harry turns to face the voice at the door, “Who are you.”
“Regulus Black,” He said letting a cold mask fall over his face in a very obviously Slytherin way.
Harry sits down on the couch before standing up again and pacing. Harry can’t make sense of a single thing that just happened Sirius is alive, and so is Remus, he nearly caught them shagging on the counter. All of the people that are- or were- dead are- alive?- And they haven’t aged a day. in fact, they look almost younger. Harry sits back down and places his head between his knees.
Draco takes this opportunity to explain how Harry got them all into this mess. By the time he’s done explaining and answering all the questions, he was ready to ask a question of his own.
“Which one of you decided it would be a good idea to make a collection of a child's war trauma and publish it?”
Sirius and Remus exchange looks.
“I went to therapy…” Harry muttered, “I mourned you guys,”
They at least had the decency to look ashamed of themselves.
“How do you even finish it, you died- sorry disappeared before the war ended,” Harry asked with resignation.
“We haven’t yet.”
The sun starts to set, “Why don’t you guys sleep in our guest room tonight, Reg you can come back tomorrow,”
Regulus nods and walks out the door calmly.
“Its this way,”