wolfstar drabble | they raised harry btw | eleven y/o harry | wc 315 | rating g
Harry clung to Remus’s coat like it was armor. The noise of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters pressed in around them, steam curling through the air, owls shrieking from their cages. The scarlet train gleamed.
“I don’t want to go,” Harry muttered, voice muffled against the fabric.
Sirius crouched down, grin crooked but soft. “You have to, pup. They won’t let me keep you home forever. Believe me, I tried.”
Harry didn’t laugh. His hands fisted tighter. “What if they don’t like me?”
Remus smoothed Harry’s fringe, his touch steady. “Then they’re fools. And you’ll find better people.”
Sirius leaned closer. “And if anyone gives you trouble, write to us. I’ll hex their father.”
“Padfoot,” Remus said mildly.
“What? I said father, not them.”
Harry’s mouth twitched, but his eyes were glassy. “What if I miss you?”
“You will,” Remus said, voice quiet. “That’s all right.”
Sirius ruffled his hair. “We’ll miss you more. We’ll count the days till you come home for Christmas. Moony will make that awful treacle tart you like.”
Remus smiled. “And Sirius will pretend he helped.”
“I do help,” Sirius protested. “I taste-test.”
The train whistle blew. The sound made Harry flinch. Remus knelt and fixed his collar, then pressed a kiss to his temple. “Go on, love.”
Sirius swallowed hard. “Make us proud, kid.”
Harry hesitated, then threw his arms around both of them. “You already are,” he said.
Remus blinked fast. Sirius sniffed and muttered something about dust in the air.
When Harry finally climbed aboard, he leaned out the window, waving until the train curved out of sight.
Remus stood still long after the steam cleared.
Sirius’s voice was rough when he said, “He’s got James’s bravery.”
Remus nodded. “And Lily’s heart.”