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Harry Potter was not as oblivious as his fathers liked to believe. Okay, maybe he didn't notice certain things in due time and needed someone to point them out to start noticing them. Like the fact that two of his dorm mates had been pining for each other for some time now and he needed Hermione to point it out for him to realise what was going on, or like that time Lucy had been flirting with him during the annual village's fair and he didn't realise it until she got tired of letting him make a move and asked him out herself. His dads teased him for days and the situation continued to be a joke every time they remembered it. Lucy was one of the few friends from Muggle primary school that he still kept in touch with after starting Hogwarts and who Harry hung out with from time to time when he was home for the holidays, she along with Timothy and Hugo were the first friends he had ever made when he came to live with his two godfathers/dads.
After the terrible events of that October 31, Harry had gone to live with his uncles and cousin, and although today the memories of that house no longer made him cry and have nightmares, there was nothing that could make him completely forget the worst 4 years of his life, that had started the day his parents died and had ended a month before his fifth birthday when two men showed up on Privet Drive to take him away from his aunt and uncle. Since then his life changed drastically from a childhood that was on the way to being disastrous and traumatic to one that was happy and full of love.
Which brings us to the present where Harry is debating with himself how oblivious he can be to the facts that are presented to him very clearly and without a doubt, so he was forced to weigh two situations to determine the above. On the one hand we have the hours of tossing and turning in his bed the night before September 1, which he spent without being able to sleep because he couldn't stop thinking about the angry looks his two dads were giving each other during dinner that night. This made him doubt whether the suspicions he had had during these last 3 or 4 years that his two godfathers were in a romantic relationship were correct or not. He was almost certain that they were correct, he had enough evidence to say that they were; And on the other hand we have the hours during the trip on the Hogwarts Express on September 1 that Harry spent witnessing the bickering and banters between his two best friends that confirmed for him that they were clearly attracted to each other even though they themselves didn't realise it.
Giving thought to these two situations is that Harry decides that he is definitely not oblivious. What happens is that there are situations that are more obvious than others, and Harry, being a naturally disregardful person ( not oblivious, disregardful ), sometimes doesn't notice certain things that are not so obvious. But that is just because his mind classifies things in order of importance and his attention is always fixed in that order. For example, quidditch: very important, a girl flirting with him at the fair: not that important, his two best friends liking each other (yes, like that): important enough, his godfathers' secret relationship: super extra important.
Now, Harry is well aware that his two dads protected him from certain things while growing up and hid some others from him that prevented more trauma than he already had. Because while his childhood was a happy and loving childhood from the first day his godparents took him away from Privet Drive, that is not to say that everything was wonderful for all the inhabitants of the Black-Lupin-Potter household.
Sirius and Remus had accumulated suffering for years before gaining custody of Harry Potter. The war destroyed their relationship and one of their best friends took it upon himself to turn all the members of their group against each other, destroyed the brotherhood they had built during their years at Hogwarts, betrayed them, had their other two best friends killed, left Harry an orphan, and by framing Sirius left Harry to be raised by the most hideous members of his family and leaving Remus alone in the world thinking the most horrible things about the love of his life. All of that was a lot of trauma to recover from.
But from the moment they got custody of Harry it was a mutual decision of Sirius and Remus that Harry didn't need any more suffering, he didn't need to be surrounded by any more negative changes in his life. So that's why after a long conversation in which they gave vent to their feelings and all the grudges of the past, they decided to raise Harry together but without resuming their romantic relationship that would very possibly fail (because both were in a healing process and the emotions were very fickle) and would create unnecessary problems in the quiet environment in which they wanted to raise Harry.
That had happened almost 8 years ago, now Harry was starting his fourth year at Hogwarts and he couldn't help but feel furious because he was almost completely certain that his two dads were definitely together and hadn't said anything to him, there wasn't even a sign that they were planning to tell him in the near future.
Sitting on the floor of his dorm at Hogwarts, surrounded by his friends, it seemed to Harry that it was the perfect moment to get it off his chest. Even if complaining didn't solve anything, it at least took away all the frustration he was feeling and listening to other people's opinions always helped calm his nerves a bit.
"Soooo, you saw them shagging?" said Seamus, with his usual bluntness, as he finished hanging the last of the new posters he’d brought in this year to adorn the walls of the dorm room they shared.
"Eugh no!" said Harry who was still having trouble forgetting the scene that he had caught a glimpse of 4 years ago in his living room, even though it hadn’t been a completely sexual situation, very heated yes, but it was not exactly a sexual act that he had witnessed.
"Then why are you so sure?" Dean piped up from the floor where he was crouching in front of a mountain of papers he was trying to organise. From the beginning of their third year he had started selling commissioned paintings to his classmates of their same year, and by the end of the year he had commissions from students of all years and even parents who also made orders by owl post. The ones that Harry could see from where he was sitting on the floor in front of him, each time Dean moved paintings and drawings from one pile to another in an order that clearly only he understood, were one even more incredible than the other.
"Okay, I better start from the beginning then" said Harry, who had spent the last 10 minutes trying to make himself understood but being so moody that clearly none of his friends could make out his blubbering.
It had been half an hour since the start-of-term feast had ended in the Great Hall and everyone had returned to their respective common rooms to socialise with their housemates and retell the stories of their summer holidays. Harry and Ron went straight up to the dorm because in the common room it was never possible to have a conversation on the first day when everyone was so excited to be back that they couldn't keep their voices at a decent volume and you couldn't tell one voice from the other in so much hubbub.
Upstairs in the dorm Neville, Seamus and Dean clearly have had the same idea and when Harry and Ron entered they already found them trying to sort their belongings to feel at home again.
Harry couldn't help it, he had been discussing with himself in his mind for several weeks all the theories he had about whether his dads were together or not, and the nights of gossip in the dorm room had always been the best therapy every time one of them needed to unburden themselves.
That's why they were now sitting sprawled across the dorm floor, Ron was lying on the floor with his legs raised on the end of his four-poster bed pretending to read an edition of Witch Weekly that he had stolen from Lavender on the train. Harry was sitting cross-legged next to him polishing his broom while trying, unsuccessfully, to describe his situation. Dean in front of Harry in the gap between his and Seamus' bed still sorting through his pile of drawings. Seamus, having finished with the posters, threw himself on his own bed, opening packages of sweets and throwing them in the direction of everyone present. Neville was already in his pyjamas, lying on his belly on Harry's bed with his feet tapping on the pillow, trying to read the herbology book Hermione gave him last Christmas and at the same time trying to make sense of Harry's drama. And finally Hermione, who apparently sensed Harry's temper on the train and having finished organising her belongings in her own dorm came to gossip as well, sitting in the space left on the floor in front of Neville’s bed with her legs stretched out in front and trying to practice some spell that she must have found in some of her light-reading books.
"It started when I was 7 and I started hanging out at the burrow..." By that time Harry had been living with his godfathers for almost two years and had begun to notice certain things about the families around him, and in addition to that, the muggle kids that attended the primary school with him kept being nosy and asking him questions about his two dads, his biological parents, and why he didn't have a mom. The most annoying questions included: "which of the two is the mother in your house?" or "Is it strange to have two dads and no moms?", the last being the one that bothered him the most.
The questions themselves didn't make him angry, but they did make him wonder the kinds of things he never seemed to find an answer to. How the hell was he supposed to know if it was weird to have two dads and no mothers, it was the only thing he had ever experienced, obviously for him it wasn't weird, but was it weird in general? Was it different to have a mom and a dad than to have two dads? ... And those kinds of things were what those kinds of questions left him wondering, and his little 7-year-old mind got frustrated at not finding answers.
That changed when he met the Weasley family, because once he began to see how Mr. and Mrs. Weasley interacted, it was that he realised that at home the dynamics were the same, it was not at all different just because he did not have a mother. The way in which Mrs. Weasley seemed to light up completely when she saw Mr. Weasley when he came home after a long day at work was equal to the emotion that his parents seemed to radiate when they met again after a few hours without seeing each other. Or the way Padfoot looked at Moony like he was the most extraordinary thing his eyes had ever seen, and the way Moony looked at Padfoot like he was trying to memorise every little part of him, wasn't any different from the way Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other.
The only difference Harry could find was that Padfoot and Moony never kissed in front of him, he had never seen them kiss like Mr. and Mrs. Weasley did, and neither did his fathers have matching rings like Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. So Harry decided to take those observations and ask his fathers why these differences existed.
"So I asked moony why they never kissed and he said because they weren't a couple like Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were" and obviously Harry knew back then that he was telling the truth because one of the rules that they had in their home from the day Harry arrived was that he could always ask them anything he wanted and that they would always answer with the truth. At home they were always allowed to ask questions, and at home they never lied to each other. "Then I asked Padfoot why they didn't have rings ..."
- "I don't know about moony but I have a lot of rings, see"
- "¡No, I mean matching rings, like Mr. and Mrs. Weasley!"
"... And he obviously told me that it was because they weren't married, so I left things like that, after all that didn't change anything, things were the same in my family even if I didn't have a mother. With or without kisses, with or without rings you know"
"yeah but now you think they were still in love even if they weren't together right?" Hermione asked from her place on the floor where she had put down her book and wand and was now listening carefully to the story.
Still in love as in, they were in love before, and Harry knew this not because they had told him directly, because clearly they didn't tell Harry anything these days, but because he noticed things and because he definitely wasn't as oblivious as they thought; and Hermione knew this because he had shared his thoughts on the matter multiple times before.
Growing up his godfathers used to show him memories of his parents from different times in their lives so that Harry would have a picture of them: their personalities, the values and behaviours they cherished, their likes and dislikes … In all those memories his two godfathers obviously appeared as well, and Harry had noticed that in the memories of their years at Hogwarts, the ones that ran from the fifth year onwards, his two godfathers moved differently around each other. Their behaviour was different from the memories of their previous years, they made more physical contact with each other, there were more signs of affection, and the banter between the group showed that there was an established relationship between the two of them. There was never anything explicit in the memories, like a kiss or anything that could imply a relationship other than the friendship between Padfoot and Moony, because obviously his two godfathers knew how to pick those in which there was nothing that could lead Harry to ask questions that they still didn't feel comfortable answering. But Harry noticed things, he hadn't said anything right away, because at the time it hadn't seemed of the greatest importance to him, but he had noticed alright, and looking back, there had been several clues. That’s why during the last years, every time he remembered something he shared his theories with Ron and Hermione even if it was just to have another point of view on the matter.
But these days that was only getting more and more frustrating because every time Harry noticed something new he was immediately waiting for his dads to give him the news that they were together again, but the announcement never came.
"Yes, so why haven't they told me?" Harry threw his hands up in the air for more emphasis. "I am almost certain that it’s been close to 4 years since they got back together, if not longer. Is it that they no longer see me as part of the family or what the hell!”
"Ok Harry take a breath" cut in Neville rather sedately. He had been quietly listening but when Harry started going berserk he had to butt in to try and settle Harry's temper with his usual peace-making demeanour "We still don't know why they haven't told you, we can't even confirm that they are in a stable relationship. It is possible that they are just messing around and that is why they haven’t told you anything, that is possible right, right?" He added with a little less confidence than when he started.
"Hmm… I don't think so" Ron spoke and his voice dwindled through the magazine he now had lying on his face hiding his expressions from view. “I don't think they're just messing around. As Harry said, they seem pretty in love, you have seen them Nev. I think maybe they’re not sure how you’re going to react and that's why they haven't told you"
“Well that’s just bullshit, how could they think that I’m going to react badly? Why would they think that I’m going to be anything but supportive, I’m their son am I not? Of course I want them to be happy and if they’re happy together why would I want anything different”
"Yeah I don't think they’re thinking you're going to react badly, obviously they know that you're going to be supportive, what I think is that maybe they're not ready to expose their relationship to the world, you know" stated Hermione wisely, assuming a fairer outlook “They grew up in a bigoted society and I suppose that at first they had to hide their relationship all the time, maybe that’s what is happening now, it’s their method of protecting themselves from the homophobic judgment of the world, it’s not you who has to be the problem exactly, just that that’s what they’re used to"
"Exactly," Neville agreed, "what you should do is let them know that you support them and that you're happy they're together."
“Oooor…” said Seamus, spreading his vowels and with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "maybe they are just so focused on their lust, debauchery and ravenous shagging that they forgot they had to say anything to you"
Dean chuckled and gave Seamus an amused look, Ron was shaking with laughter on the floor as Hermione shook her head in disbelief and at that moment Harry felt a dash on the stairs outside the bedroom and beckoned them to be quiet, Hermione took a look at the hourglass on top of the wooden table in the corner of the dormitory and her eyes widened "Merlin! It's almost one in the morning, I should go'' then she turned to look at Harry "You try not to make such a fuss about it ok? let's see how things go and then you can make your decision. Also, try to sleep tonight, the lack of sleep is making you more of a Drama Queen than normal. Night everyone!"
And with that she was off the floor in an instant and was out of the room before anyone could respond. They all took that as a signal to start crawling into their beds. Harry thought she was right, he was going to wait a little longer to see how things turned out and if his dads still didn't tell him anything, then he would confront them and be done with it.