#lee!harry

Only now, she's rather busy and she can't help but mind a lot.

“I told you I would get to you once I'm done with this letter. Does this letter look finished to you?”

“Dunno, can't read it.” Harry's head drops onto her shoulder and she doesn't turn hers to meet his gaze, but she can feel his eyes bore into her. “You've been writing this letter forever.”

“Hardly fifteen minutes.”

“Uhumaaa!”

Enough. She turns around in her chair to glare at him, making him squawk and stumble slightly from the sudden motion. “I'll get to you when I get to you, Harry. It's only gonna take longer the more you bother me in the meantime.”

Harry groans and flops back onto the carpet with his limbs sprawled out. There's something comforting about seeing that he kept his mannerisms from the Isle, how he treats this new home the exact same way like he used to treat their old one; a thick, expensive carpet in the principal's office of Auradon Prep is to Harry Hook no different than the old rug Uma had draped over her bed back at her mother's diner and called a blanket.

“The anticipation is killing me,” he grumbles. “Next time don't tell me you're gonna indulge me if it's gonna take you an eternity to do it.”

“You brought this upon yourself when you wouldn't leave me alone until I gave you a response.” Uma shakes her head with a sigh as she turns back to the desk to finish the letter. What a fool.

At least he's smart enough to leave her alone, finally. His moods make him impatient and annoying at times, but it's nothing they don't know how to deal with. And now that he mentioned it, she can't help but notice how the anticipation, indeed, seems to get to him. Every motion of hers makes him shift slightly on the floor, every pause she takes in her writing to think about her next words make him lift his head. It's endearing, really. And hilariously entertaining.

It's not her intention to make him suffer for longer than necessary, but she's still a VK at heart and she catches herself rethinking a sentence twice before writing it down and doing her absolute best to write extra beautifully. By the time she gets to her signature, Harry is practically vibrating on the carpet beside her.

“Are you getting impatient?” She grins at the blush spreading across his face and gets up from her chair to stretch her arms with a groan. “Shit, that really took forever. Sorry.”

He pouts up at her, only making her grin widen. She can see the gleam of eager excitement in his eyes; he's not fooling anyone. “You wanna do it on the carpet?” Before he can respond, she drops to her knees and quickly crawls on top of him to straddle his thighs, her hands resting just inches away from his sides. “So,” she drawls, enjoying the way his blush spreads, “how's the mood?”

“You know how the mood is.” His gaze flickers down to her hands and her grin morphs into a smirk.

“I want to hear it from you, Harry.”

“Bad.”

Uma clicks her tongue and even that little sound is enough to make him wince. Glorious. “And would you say waiting for me to get started makes it better or worse?”

By now, Harry's blush matches the red coat he carelessly draped over the couch a few feet away. “What do you think?”

“I think it's your fault we can't get started.” Uma runs her nail over his wrist, snickering at the visible shiver that sends down his spine. “How am I gonna get into the right mindset with all your best spots covered? Get those arms up for me, Hook.”

The slight tremble in his arms, the awkward twist of his wrists to grab onto the carpet, the nervous look in his eyes... glorious.

Slowly, Uma drags her nails down his arms, all the way from his wrists over the crooks to his biceps. She lingers there for a moment and grins at the way his muscles flex. “Hold still.”

“I'm trying.”

“I know you are.” She quickly moves her hands down to his underarms and then pulls them back with a reprimanding tutting when he reflexively pulls his arms down. “Do you expect me to work under such conditions?”

Alright, maybe she's being a little mean, but it's just so much fun.

From the top then; her nails positioned at his wrists, then slowly, sloooowly tracing his skin, feeling his shivers, his muscles tense, then she stops- “Are you sure you're ready?”

“Uma, please-”

“Okay, okay.” With a soft chuckle, she closes the gap and watches how he bursts into shrieking cackles immediately at her fingers making contact with the bare skin of his underarms. Brought this upon himself, really, with the way he insists on wearing sleeveless outfits–then again that might just be part of why he does it.

She clicks her tongue when his arms shoot down once again, but this time she doesn't let up.

“UHUMAHAHAH- FAHAHA-”

“I thought you wanted this.”

“IHIHI-”

“Just say stop and I'll stop.”

“IHIHI- NAHAHAH-”

Harry slumped back in his office chair with an exasperated huff, slightly sinking down in the cushioned seat, arms lying limp on the armrests. He wasn't sure exhaustion was intense enough a word for the burnout he was feeling. That day had marked the end of his first week back as the CEO of Oscorp after Donald Menken's shady dealings had been exposed, leading to his termination, and his first week of life after being cured of his retroviral hyperplasia. Everything had happened so fast, and he'd had no time to process any of it.

His head jolted up when he heard the echo of Felicia's footsteps out in the hallway, and when she walked in, he noticed she was holding a coffee. She'd been a strong support system for Harry since he'd first taken up the role of CEO, and was on his side during the point in time where Menken framed him for Max Dillon's accident. After he was cured, after he returned to the company, Felicia had been there to warmly welcome him back.

"I figured you could use a little caffeine to get through the rest of the work day," she stated, walking over and carefully setting it on his desk. "I've also scheduled your three meetings for this coming week and sent the information to your calendar."

Harry graciously accepted the coffee, and despite his fatigue, he gave a smile. "Felicia, you are an absolute Godsend. Thank you."

"I'm just doing my job, Harry." Felicia was a modest soul when it came to her work, though it was hard to miss her smile at Harry's words.

"No, I mean it. Your support since the start has been insurmountable, and I can't thank you enough."

With a quick nod of acknowledgement, Felicia bid him farewell before making the trek back to her own office space. Harry propped himself up on his elbow, carefully gripping the coffee cup in his hand, finding that the scent alone had him feeling the slightest bit more awake. When he took a sip, the hot drink drowned his tastebuds in the comforting bittersweet flavor.

The sudden buzz of his phone's text notification startled him, and resulted in him nearly spilling his coffee all over his desk. After composing himself, he cautiously set down the cup and glanced at the screen. When he read the names, he felt a pit in his stomach. Both Peter, and Y/N, had texted him. It wasn't the first time they'd attempted to contact their estranged friend. They'd tried calling, but each time they did, they could only get Harry's voicemail.

Harry could still remember waking up on the floor of the Special Projects wing, with Peter and Y/N looking down at him, both of them worried out of their minds.

Gwen stood a few feet away, holding a vial of blue liquid, with a syringe in her other hand. The syringe gun, that Harry had intended to use for the venom injection lay on the floor, broken, its contents spilled on the linoleum along with shattered pieces of glass. It took several minutes for his mind to register what Peter was trying to tell him.

"We figured out a cure, Harry. You're gonna be okay. I promise. You're not dying anymore. It's gone... I promise you, it's gone..."

Felicia had leaked Donald Menken and Alexander Smythe's illegal antics, clearing Harry's name and restoring him as Oscorp's CEO. Harry's actions of breaking out Electro had been seen as a misguided attempt to correct Donald and Alexander's wrongs, as they'd been experimenting on Max Dillon at Ravencroft, after all, so he faced no consequences.

He spent every day of the past week trying to understand it, trying to get his mind to register it, but all of his attempts were in vain. There was a growing feeling of guilt forming in his stomach and chest with each passing day... Everything continued to replay in his head...

In the midst of everything that happened the very day he was cured, he found out that Peter was Spider-Man. Harry wanted to be angry. He felt that he should have been angry. But, Gwen sat down with the initially enraged Harry, and explained what would have happened to him, had he been given the blood transfusion, or had he been successful in his attempt to be injected with the spider venom, at his request, in horrifying, and sickening detail. He watched the holographic simulations in absolute horror, his entire body washing over with goosebumps as he realized what he would have become. At a certain point, Harry had begun to cry, and had to turn away, pleading for the simulation to be shut off.

After they'd helped Harry calm down, Peter apologized with sincerity, for not explaining or elaborating more on why he couldn't give Harry his blood, as not even he knew exactly what it could have done at that point in time. Y/N also apologized, for growing distant, and for having to keep Peter's secret from Harry for so long. What they weren't expecting, was for Harry to apologize to all of them. Y/N didn't understand why he had any reason to be sorry. He was backed into a corner, with no options, and all he wanted was to live. They didn't, nor would they ever, hold something like that against him.

In spite of Peter and Y/N's attempts to assure their friend that they held no ill will toward him, their words didn't hold a candle to Harry's own remorse. Felicia had tried encouraging Harry to respond, to invite them to the tower for the day, but Harry was quick to politely shoot down the suggestions in any way he could. As much as he didn't want to admit it to himself, the vile words of his late father, and of Donald Menken, were etched into his brain, and would not leave him alone.

"You have such potential, Harry. Such fierce intelligence, and you're throwing it all away..."

It was still hard for Harry to believe he could make something of himself... It was still hard for him to believe he could restore some form of glory and good reputation to Oscorp again... It was still hard for him to believe that he wouldn't die in his sleep one night...

"You're going to die a horrible death. Like your father. The difference is, no one is going to miss you..."

No one is going to miss you... Seven words that Harry was beginning to believe after all...

The following week seemed to fly by in a disorienting blur. Harry was moving like a robot with no conscience, his body on autopilot. His eyes were dull, and tired, his voice was quiet, and almost strained... Felicia could see that the more time passed, the worse Harry was becoming. It was seeing Harry, asleep at his desk with tear-stained eyes, hair disheveled and office a mess, that solidified her next course of action. Although she knew Harry might be upset by it, she reached out to Peter and Y/N, pleading with them to visit despite Harry's prior protests.

***

Peter stood outside of the entrance to the Oscorp Tower, waiting for Y/N to arrive so the two could make their way inside. It was cold, and he could see his breath enter the air from his lips. His jacket and beanie did little to stave off the frigid, end-of-winter weather. Y/N walked at a rapid pace, body tense as they maneuvered through the crowds of people walking in the opposite direction. They weaved through them in a non-linear path, picking up the speed at which they walked when they saw Peter's eyes meet their own gaze.

"You got the call from Felicia too?"

Peter nodded, his nose growing red from waiting outside. "Yeah... I get the feeling she didn't tell Harry that we're here..."

"Considering he hasn't been answering our texts or calls, I'm certain she didn't tell him..." Y/N felt their heart sinking as they thought about their friend. "I'm... I'm really worried, about Harry, Peter... He's been so distant..."

"I-It's... it's definitely not easy to... uh... see what he saw... to... to learn what might have happened to him had we not thought out a proper cure..."

The two lifted their heads when the doors opened, Felicia waving them inside and leading them toward the elevator. "I didn't tell him I called you two here. But, I... I didn't know what else to do. He's been crying himself to sleep at his desk, and I-I can tell he's getting nightmares... I..."

"We appreciate you reaching out to us, Felicia." Peter looked at her with gratefulness, and he could see the sadness in her eyes. He knew she was fond of Harry, and Harry was also fond of her. Outside of work, the two had become close friends. "Especially since we couldn't reach Harry when we tried contacting him."

"H-Has... has he said anything? About... you know..." Y/N saw Felicia's eyes water briefly before she cleared her throat.

"That... he doesn't deserve your friendships. He hasn't been able to get those simulation images out of his mind. Menken's words have really been messing with him... He doesn't believe in himself anymore..."

The rest of the elevator ride was hauntingly quiet. Harry's home was a penthouse at the very top floor. Felicia had managed to convince him to go up and change out of his work clothes. Unbeknownst to anyone, he'd cried the entire time he was showering and changing into his pajamas, fearful he'd see the symptoms of retroviral hyperplasia reappearing on his skin. He stared blankly at television, eyelids feeling heavy, not bothering to wipe his fresh tear stains. His body jumped at the sound of someone knocking, and, assuming it was only Felicia, he slowly pushed himself off of the couch, and walked over to the door.

Harry shakily turned the handle, and when he was suddenly greeted by not only Felicia, but Peter and Y/N as well, he couldn't stop his lip from quivering. "Harry... Please. We really need to see you..." Y/N's voice was soft, and genuine. The CEO had no energy to argue, and stumbled aside so they could make their way in.

"I'll give you three some time to talk." Felicia stated. "Harry, I'll be back first thing in the morning, alright?"

"Y-Yeah..." Harry nodded quickly, his voice quiet and tired. "Thank you, Felicia. For everything."

His assistant gave a small smile, before nodding to Peter and Y/N. She closed the door behind her, leaving the three friends in awkward silence. Peter was the first to speak. "Haz, we've... we've been worried sick about you..."

"Why?"

"Because, you're our friend. How can we not be worried about you?"

"Y-You... you really shouldn't be. I-I thought I was clear enough when I wasn't responding back..." Harry trudged over to the couch, slumping back with a huff. Peter and Y/N followed, sitting down on either side of him.

"Harry-"

"It eats away at me, you know? How close I was to hurting you guys... how close I was... to... to taking lives... Every time I look in the mirror, I see that monster... that creature from the holograph simulation... That would have been me if you went along with my idea... and I pushed for it... I-I... I pressured you for it, Peter... I accused Y/N of abandoning me... of betraying me..."

"Harry, you were dying... We weren't helpful or as supportive as you needed us to be... as we needed to be... You were backed into a corner and running out of options-"

"I called you a fraud, Peter... I wanted to kill you! Dohon't make the argument that I didn't know you were Spider-Man. It doesn't justify wanting to hurt you... Why are you here? Why do you keep calling to check in on me? Why are... why are you still worried about me...? You cured me... right? So why don't you forget about me...?"

Harry's voice was breaking, body trembling with held back sobs, but he couldn't suppress his pain any longer. Fresh tears rolled down his cheeks, and he lowered his head to his hands. "I-I'm... I'm so. tired. All the shit my dad said to me, all the shit Menken said to me, it's all trapped up here!" He pointed to his head before hiding in his hands again.

"H-Harry... honey..."

"They were right..."

"Stop it. Stop that right now, Har-"

"Wasted potential... no one will miss me... The life story of Harrison Xavier Osborn-"

"Harry!" Y/N scolded, their face softening when Harry looked up at them, his eyes glassy and watering.

He didn't say a word when Peter and Y/N moved closer, instead, he broke down even more, initially trying to shrug off his friends' attempts at consoling him; but the closer they got to him, the more he wanted their comfort... the more he needed their comfort... His arms slowly lifted to accept their embrace, and without hesitation, Peter and Y/N held their crying friend.

None of them were sure how long they spent in each others' arms, but eventually, Peter grabbed a large blanket, and the three huddled close together beneath it. The warmth and safety Harry felt, with two people he loved to the moon and back, right by his side, was indescribable. It was quiet, save for the faint noise on the eye-straining, too-bright television screen, when Harry spoke again.

"I... I really don't know... how I'm the least bit deserving, of you two being my friends..."

Both Y/N's and Peter's eyes moved to glance at their friend in utter disbelief, and Y/N used their sleeve to gently wipe away the stray tears that were still traversing down Harry's pale skin. "Harry. Not another negative word about yourself. You hear me? We're not about to let you continue believing that anything Norman or Menken said is truthful. Both of them, are full of shit."

"Y/N-"

"Har. Your dad was the one who wasted his potential. Not you. Y/N and I, Felicia, Gwen too... all of us, would miss you. All of us would be fucking devastated if something happened to you."

Harry shook his head, feeling the guilt in his stomach. "No... Stop that..."

"Harry." Peter's tone of voice sounded all too familiar to Harry, and automatically, his body stiffened. He hadn't heard that voice in years. "Keep up that self deprecation and see what happens."

"What does happen?"

"You don't know what happens- Ohohhh~! Did you go all this time without knowing that Harry's-"

Harry covered his friend's mouth with a frantic hiss. "Peter! S-Stop. talking!" Peter moved away from Harry's hand with ease.

"That sass is gonna earn you a one way ticket to tickleville in a minute, Har."

"PETE!"

Y/N's jaw had dropped, and they stared at the two for a few moments, witnessing as Harry's torso was pulled into Peter's arms, his arms crossed over his chest and wrists in the brunette's grasp. He'd tried to stand up from the couch, the blanket falling onto the floor, but Peter was not about to let him get away. "G-Get off!"

"Cat's outta the bag now! Harrison Xavier Osborn, is astronomically ticklish. I'm talking, 'poke his side lightly and he'll shriek' ticklish."

"Sh-Shut up!"

Butterflies began fluttering in Harry's stomach and chest, heart beating faster, which he could begin to feel in his ears.

"Harry! How could you! I've known you for ten years and you never tell me that you're ticklish!?" Y/N questioned with feigned offense, placing a hand over their heart. "You wound me!"

"H-How could I t-tell you!? Peter! L-Let me go!"

Peter had adjusted himself so that Harry was laying with his back pressed to his friend's chest, still holding taut to his arms. "Haz didn't even know what tickling was until I tickled him."

"WHAT!?"

Harry could feel his face growing hot, and he knew his blush would soon be very visible. He squirmed, half-heartedly attempting to free himself from Peter's grasp. A sudden fwip! made him jump, a small yelp leaving his lips. His icy blue eyes glanced down, and he realized that Peter had released his hold on his arms, having webbed them to stay crossed over his chest.

"P-Peter..."

"Someone is long overdue for some laughs, isn't he~?" Y/N's teasing tone had Harry biting back a giggle, though they could very much see how hard he was trying not to react.

"Looooooong overdue~ Aren't you, Haz~?"

"Th-Thihis isn't fair!"

"Was that a little giggle I just heard~?" Y/N cooed, feeling their heart melt over Harry's blush. Harry's legs stiffened when Y/N moved them across their lap. "Wohoah! We haven't even done anything yet~!"

"B-But... buhut y-you're... you're gonna..." Harry stammered, another giggle slipping out.

Peter chuckled, as Harry's reaction was all too familiar to him. "You're damn right we're gonna~ Ohoh! There's the full on nervous giggles~!

"Sh-Shuhuhuhut uhuhup!" Harry squeaked, eyes widening when Y/N placed their hands on the couch space on either side of his hips.

"Alright, Y/N! I hope you're ready for 'Tickling Harry Osborn 101.' Lesson one, take note of how little he hesitates to sass or insult you." Peter smirked over Harry's expression. "Lesson two..."

Y/N was a bit startled by the sudden sound of Harry squealing loudly and kicking his legs, which they quickly wrapped their arms around to keep from kicking them in the face. Peter hadn't even actually tickled the squirming CEO. He'd simply wiggled his fingers close to his side, but Harry had felt it.

"Lehesson two isss...?"

"That Har is air ticklish as fuck."

"Stahahap teheheheaching thehemmm!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you not want to be tickled to bits by your best friends~?" Peter challenged with a raised eyebrow. Harry's timid silence made him smirk triumphantly. "That's what I thought~ Well? Care to join me, Y/N?"

Harry let out a giggly whimper upon seeing Y/N nod eagerly, and shrieked when they teasingly wiggled their fingers. "Which spot do I get first~?"

"Any. Lehesson three? He's ticklish everywhere!"

"P-Peter! Youhou absolutely suHUHUHUCK- HEHEHEY! HEYYYEHEHEHEEE!" Harry's insult was swiftly interrupted when Peter's hand slipped under Harry's shirt and two of his fingers fluttered over his bare side. "PEHEHEHETE!"

Harry's laughter was melodic, and pure giggles that spiked in volume and pitch depending on where he was being tickled. Y/N let out a giggle of their own, before they hovered their wiggling fingers over Harry's belly. "We're gonna make sure you believe us when we say you deserve our friendship, honey~"

"B-By t-t... ti... ugh! Whyhyhyhyhyy?"

"You can't say the word!? Harry! Oh my God! You're so fucking cute!"

"S-Stahahap! IhIhI'm nahat cuhUHUHUHUTE! Y/NNNNN! EHEEE- PEHEHEHETERRRR! *hic* Stahahay ahahahawahahay frohohom myhyhy eheheheARSAHAHAHAA!" Not only had Y/N begun gently and rapidly clawing at the ticklish skin on Harry's belly, but Peter, who'd not shaved his stubble, was leaning down by Harry's ear, which tickled unbearably badly.

Y/N grinned, immediately noticing that Harry had not even tried to free his arms. "Aww~ Are your ears too ticklish, honey~?" Harry could only let out a giggly whine and squirm.

"Shuhuhuuuush! Lehehehehet mehehe gohohohoooo!"

"You know damn well that you're stuck like this until you tell us you deserve our friendships, that you're always good enough, and that your potential is not wasted." Peter listed off the demands and poked Harry's sides while doing so.

"Gehehehet behehehent, Pehehehete!"

"Oh you're getting it now, Haz." Harry's breath hitched loudly when Y/N's hands immediately moved to rest on his hips. "Y/N! Y-Y/N! D-Dohohohon't! Dohohon't youhou dahAHAHAREHEHEEE!"

His nose scrunched up, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mirth and stomach swarming with butterflies. He could feel the sensations travel from his hips, up the lengths of his sides, and the sensations made him giggle even harder, hiccuping each time he inhaled for air.

"Aww~ Does it tickle too much~? You know how to make this stop, Har~" Peter's voice was soft and cute, the teasing tone of voice making Harry squeak repeatedly.

"IhIs someone weak to cutesy talk~?" Y/N cooed, fingers trailing along the ticklish skin across Harry's waistline. Harry's eyes briefly met theirs, before he closed them tight and squealed. His ears, cheeks, and nose were bright red, blatantly giving away just how flustered he'd become.

Peter began spidering his fingers over Harry's sides, and Harry screeched loudly, before dissolving into higher pitched giggling. His legs kicked out wildly, but the moment Y/N caught them, he froze. "Y-Y/N... nohohoho... Nohoho noho NOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAAAAP!"

"Peheter! You weren't kidding! He's ticklish everywhere!" They'd meticulously squeezed and prodded at both of his knees, laughing loudly when he shrieked and tried to bend his knees out of sheer reflex.

After another minute, Peter held up his hand for both of them to pause the tickling, allowing Harry to properly catch his breath. He grew even more flustered when Peter leaned close to him, faces upside-down in each other's vision. "Had enough~?"

"F-Fuhuck off."

"Clearly he hasn't. You know how to make this stop, honeybun~"

"H-HOHONEYBUN!? WAHAHAHAIT! Nonono, Pehehete, PEHETE! Nohohot myhyhy neheheheck, noho- NOHOHOOOO! PLEHEHEHEHEAAASEEHEEEEE!"

"Say it, Harry~"

"FUHUHUHUCK YOUHOU GUHUHUYYYS!"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, and glanced up at Peter, who pointed at Harry's legs. They were quick to get the message, and with quick succession, they wrapped their arm around his ankles. "W-Woah, woah... H-Hehey... n-nohoho. Noho! Y/N! DOHOHON'T DOHOHO IHIHIHIT!"

"Last chance, Harry~ Tell us what we want to hear~"

Harry looked up at Peter, and then at Y/N, and timidly shook his head. "I-I can't..."

Without hesitation, Peter leaned down and began blowing raspberries right on Harry's neck, fingers fluttering over and squeezing his sides. Y/N's fingers were spidering over his socks, and the combined sensations made Harry scream, his giggles growing almost silent, save for the occasional gasp and hiccup. The tears of mirth were quick to stream down his cheeks, replacing the tears of pain and shame from earlier.

"PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEAAAASEEHEHEEEEE! *hic* IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAKE AHAHAHANYMOHOHORRRRE!" He cried, body too weak to try and squirm away.

"Are you gonna say what we want to hear?"

"YEHEHESSS! YEHEHES! *hic* IHIHI WIHIHIHILL! PROHOHOMIHIHISEEHEHEHE!"

Peter and Y/N relented, their impatient expressions enough to make Harry squeak again. "IhI... I... deheheheseherve... youhour... youhour friendshihihips..."

"Aaaaannnnd~?"

"IhI'm... ahalways... gohood enough..."

"What else, honey~?"

"Myhy... my pohotential... ihihis not... ihis nohot wahasted..."

Peter discarded the webs with ease, and Y/N released Harry's ankles, but the two didn't let go of him, instead, they moved closer, and embraced him, tightly, comfortably, protectively. "Please don't shut us out anymore, Harry..."

Harry was still catching his breath, but after a few seconds, he clung to his friends, and closed his eyes, more tears of joy streaming down his cheeks. Peter and Y/N stayed with him that night, the three of them curled up underneath the blanket. That was the first night of peaceful sleep Harry had gotten in years. It was going to take time for him to be able to shut down the horrid opinions he had of himself thanks to his father, thanks to Menken, but he wouldn't ever shut his friends out again. He made that a promise to himself...

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Until next time~!

“You set me up and all you can say is sorry?!” His hands started tickling rapidly around Harry’s tummy. Harry instantly screamed and collapsed into laughter. 

“SIRIUS WAHAHAHAIT!”

“No no, I’ve got to tickle the cheeky monkey out of you. It’s the only way!” Sirius said, attacking Harry’s poor ticklish tummy. Harry very quickly fell to silent laughter and didn’t have the strength to fight back. Sirius laughed with him then decided to go easy on the poor boy. He stopped the attack and cuddled Harry close. 

“I-I’m sorry” Harry breathed out quietly. 

“I know, I know” Sirius said, kissing his head gently. 

“Right you, I think you’ve had enough tickles today, time for bed I think.” Sirius said. Harry nodded and let out a little sigh but Sirius could tell her was exhausted. He lifted up the small boy and carried him to bed. Harry drifted off very quickly. 

“Harry? Harry?” 

Harry slowly opened his eyes. He was still in bed. 

“Harry?”

He turned around and saw two figures standing in the doorway. They were both blurry. Harry reached over for his glasses. Once he put them on he instantly recognised the two figures. 

“Mum? Dad?” He asked, confused. 

“Hey son,” James replied. They both approached him and sat on the end of his bed. 

“Wait, what? What are you doing here?” Harry asked. 

“Just wanted to check in on you. Make sure you’re doing okay.” Lily said, she reached over and moved his hair out of his face and gently stroked his cheek. 

“You’ve gotten so big now! Where has that time gone?” She asked, smiling at him. Harry looked at her, puzzled. 

“I-” Harry began. 

“It’s okay, I know this might be a shock but we’re here now. I promise.” James said. 

“So, what’s my boy been up to eh? We saw you got into Gryffindor! And it looks like you made some great friends. Even rescued my best friend!” James said, smiling at Harry. 

“Yeah, um, yeah.” Harry was speechless. 

“I never need rescuing, James” came a voice from the doorway. Sirius was leant up against the doorframe. James laughed. 

“I always ended up rescuing you, Sirius.” 

“No no, you lie. I always rescued you.” 

The pair looked at each other and burst into laughter. James stood up from the bed and they both embraced each other in a hug. 

“Oh I’ve missed you, Padfoot.”

“I’ve missed you too, Prongs.” 

“I trust you’ve been taking good care of my boy?” James asked, pulling away from the hug. 

“Of course. He’s safe with me. Except for when he gets cheeky.” Sirius winked at Harry. 

“Well he gets that from his father,” Lily said. 

“Doesn’t he just.” Sirius replied. 

“Me? Cheeky? Never!” James said, mock hurt on his face. Harry let out a little giggle. James looked at him.

“You’ve been testing Sirius I see? That’s my boy.” James said, ruffling his hair. 

“Yeah I have. But better.” Harry said. James stopped and stared at him. 

“Excuse me?” James said. 

“I’m better at testing him” Harry piped up, surprised at this sudden confidence. 

“Like father like son” Lily said, smiling. James looked at her, then at Sirius, then back at Harry. 

“Told you he’s a cheeky sod.” Sirius said, smirking. 

“Alright son, you may know how to test him but you’re not the best here. I’ve known him longer.” James said. Harry raised an eyebrow at him. 

“I’ve lived with him for two years now, I know how to push his buttons and how to get away with it. It’s a trick you have when you’re young.” Harry sassed. James slightly opened his mouth. Sirius let out a little giggle. 

“Oh? Is that so? Don’t forget I used to be your age. I knew Sirius then too.” James responded. 

“Yeah but you’re ancient now, and Sirius could easily catch up to you. He’s a lot slower now, I can easily outrun him.” Harry said. 

“Excuse me? Ancient?” James said.

“I am not slow!” Sirius protested. Lily giggled. 

“You are though. It took you ages to catch me earlier.” 

“Oh? You want to go again? Cause I’ll take you again, no problem!” Sirius challenged. 

Harry got out of bed and squared up to Sirius. He looked him dead in the eye before yelling “GO!” and legging it out of the room. 

“OI!” James and Sirius yelled together before chasing him down the stairs. Harry circled the sofa before realising he had messed up. He stood at the front of the sofa and normally he’d have Sirius on the other side so he could play him by running the opposite way. But this time he had Sirius approaching from one side and James on the other. He made a quick decision and ran straight for the sofa James and Sirius both went to grab him but missed. Harry had just jumped over the sofa before he was grabbed and thrown back onto it. He looked up and found that Lily had caught him. 

“That’s my girl!” James said. 

“Yes Lily!” Sirius cheered. They both approached Harry, now lying on the sofa. 

“Now then. You still think you’re better than me?” James asked, kneeling next to him. Harry nodded. 

“Interesting.” James said. He walked his hand up Harry’s side and Harry giggled. 

“I had a feeling you were ticklish!” James said. Sirius scoffed. 

“Ticklish is an understatement, that boy is ridiculously sensitive.” 

“Is that so?” James said, smirking at Harry. He squeezed both of Harry’s sides and he shrieked. 

“DAD NO!” Harry yelled. 

“I’ve got 14 years to catch up on! All these tickles you’ve missed out on from me!” James teased, not easing up on his son. His hands shot under Harry’s arms and Harry arched his back and screamed. 

“Easy James,” Lily said. 

“He’s alright Lil, he’s had worse from me” Sirius said, calming her. 

“Oi James, I know all his bad spots if you really want to get him.” Sirius said. James stopped and looked at him. 

“Do go on.” 

Sirius approached Harry and winked at him. 

“Sirius please don't,” Harry pleaded. 

“James, you may wanna watch out. He’s gonna kick” Sirius warned. He launched a ten finger attack on Harry’s tummy. Shaking his hands and wiggling his fingers deep into the sensitive tummy. Harry screamed loudly and collapsed back into laughter. 

“Right here James, this is his worst spot,” Sirius informed. James smiled at his son being tickled by his best mate. 

“Alright alright Sirius, I want a go. He’s my son.” James said. He switched places with Sirius and attacked Harry’s ticklish tummy. Harry fell in and out of silent laughter. 

“This is how fathers and sons bond, right?” James asked. He looked at Lily who was smiling sweetly at him. Her heart was full at the sound of her son’s laughter. James kept this up for a few minutes until Harry was red in the face. 

“Alright James, don’t kill him” Lily laughed. James eased up. 

“You okay son?” He asked. Harry nodded. James slowly lifted him up into a sitting position and pulled him into a cuddle. Harry rested his head into James’ shoulder as he let out residual giggles. 

“I love you, son.” 

“I love you too, dad” Harry responded. Lily sat on the other side and cuddled in close to Harry too. She gently tickled Harry’s neck and he giggled. 

“Muhuhum stohohop” 

“Sorry love, I just wanted a go too.”  She said before holding him close. Sirius looked at the three of them together and decided to leave them alone for a bit. 

“Mum, Dad. I love you both” 

“We love you too Harry. So much.” Lily said, she kissed him gently on the forehead. 

Then everything started to fade to darkness. 

“Harry?” 

Harry blinked his eyes open. He was lying in bed. Sirius was sitting at the end of his bed. 

“Are you okay?”  Sirius asked. Harry looked at him, dazed. 

“What? What time is it?” He asked. 

“4am” Sirius responded. 

“Where….where did Mum and Dad go?” 

“What?”

“Where did my parents go?” 

“What do you mean?” Sirius asked, concerned. 

“They were right here, we were all together. We were hugging and I was being tickled and…”

“Ah, that explains the giggling.” Sirius said. 

“What?” 

“You were giggling in your sleep, that’s why I came in to see if you were okay.” 

“Sleep?” Harry asked, confused. 

“Harry, I think you were dreaming.” 

Harry went quiet. 

“Harry?” 

“Oh.” He said. He lowered his head. Sirius’ heart sank. He moved up the bed and held Harry close to him. 

“It’s okay. I’m here, I’ve got you. You know they’re both up there looking down on you, showering you with support every day.” Sirius said, rubbing Harry’s head. Harry nodded slowly. A tear slid down his face. 

“Look at me.” 

Harry looked up at SIrius. 

“It’s okay.” Sirius said. Harry buried his head into Sirius’ chest and hugged him close. Sirius ran his hand up and down Harry’s side eliciting small giggles from Harry. 

“I love you, Sirius.”

“I love you too, Harry. I’m always here for you. I promise.”