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Godfrey glanced down at his tail when it was touched, and promptly flopped it in Danny's lap.

"You can pet me if you want." He reached for another piece of fudge, licking it just to taste and not really to eat, already having had three pieces or so. His eyes glued back to the 'screen.' It really was cool to feel like he could just reach out and touch the characters.

"Woah! Geeze, bear!" Godfrey laughed, the projection coming close to touching him, bright pink-purple light bursting beneath his closed eyelids.

"Yeah but I use the best products on it. Made to fit my fur. And if you were talking about having a tail, yeah its nice, but I have to get all my pants tailor made. They button in the back."

He didn't bother to move and show Danny. His pants were black and it was too dark to see. The end of the movie brought Godfrey to tears and he sniffled, wiping his eyes on his sleeves. As the movie faded out, the toys left with a new owner and Andy off to college, Godfrey's sniffling trailed off into a slight frown.

"That's dumb, he should have kept them for his kids. Or played with them at college. I know I would." He turned to look at Danny, stretching his stiff legs out towards the end of the bed.

Godfrey scooted down a bit farther so Danny could pet his tail better. He turned on his side slightly as well so his tail wasn't trapped beneath his butt.

"Oh yeah, feels great. Everyone always likes to pet them too, which is a win for me." Godfrey grinned, twisting a little to reach over and muss up Danny's hair. "Kind of like that! Hah!"

"So there?" Godfrey flipped back down on his butt, his arms holding him up, and in a flash had switched to kneeling on the covers. He laid back his ears and hat was the only warning before Godfrey leapt on Danny and got him in a headlock, using his other hand to give Danny a thorough noogie.

"So there! " Godfrey laughed, pinning Danny down and basically sitting sideways on him.

"Is so fair, I'm just faster than you, hah!" Godfrey laughed, shifting his weight to react with Danny's twisting so they wouldn't fall off the bed or crush anything. He was good at balancing with so much practice from Josh.

"Yeeeehaw!" He gave his best cowboy yell. "Geddyup bullseye!"

Suddenly he burst out laughing, laughing so hard he collapsed half on Danny, gripping his shoulder with both of his hands and burying his face in the back of them to try and stiffle his mirth. "Oh Merlin, imagine if any of our dorm mates just heard that!"

He continued laughing, nearly wheezing, deep in one of those fits of laughter nearly impossible to put a stop to.

Godfrey squealed with laughter and tried to squirm away. Unfortunately his legs and Danny's were tangled with each other and with the blankets, his arms were trapped against Danny's arm and chest and all he could doo was feebly kick his feet and try to twist his torso away from searching fingers.

"Noooo! No, stop! Haha, tickles, too much, please! Uncle!" He was laughing to hard to try and re-retaliate, laughing inbetween wheezes, his face flushed bright red.

Godfrey's giggles trailed off as Danny stopped, his ears laid softly back against his hair. He only half-heard what Danny had said, feeling tired, a yawn coming on, it having been a while since he had bed wrestled with someone.

"You do? I mean we do??" He sobered quickly, shaking his slightly as if to rid himself of invisible laughter clinging to his hair. His brows furrowed and his eyes were suddenly boring intensly into the other boy's.

He hadn't really bothered to get to know his other dorm mates. Of course he knew Jamie and Albus were Potters, but, Danny?

"Wait... so... is... is Harry your Mum too? I.. er but Dad would kill me if he ever heard me call him that." Weird, really weird. Felt like it should feel weird anyways. "So..... who are your other parents? YOU don't have a Gilderoy, do you?"

Something flashed through Godfrey's eyes at the last question. It was steely and glintingly posessive. Gilderoy was HIS Papa. And Adela's too, but primarily HIS. No one else should be able to have one.

Godfrey shook his head again, frowning, the look disappearing faster than bacon on his breakfast plate. "How did your Dad... Mum.... parents get here? Usually that sort of thing is in the paper. Dad's was. Do they ever..."

Godfrey paused before lowering his voice, speaking in a furitive whisper. "Do they ever talk about how they came here, what it was like?"

Godfrey had the courage to ask Harry only once. And then never again.

Godfrey propped himself up on his elbow his eyebrows rising higher and higher, his jaw dropping and his cheeks reddening during Danny's explanation of his parents romantic life. His Dad/Mum had only been what, fourteen, fifteen?

Same age as Godfrey. Having a secret relationship with two older men. Their ages put together probably didn't even equal Voldemort's age...... but... of course, he and Voldemort were just..... he would say they were friends. Voldemort was his tutor, someone Godfrey highly admired. But an image sprung up for an instant which had caused his cheeks to flush. He pushed it away though, far away, it was too ridiculous, and forgot about it as Danny went on.

"My Dad came before they started properly regulating travellers too. But he had a big file even then because supposedly he was almost dead when he got here. Spent a few months in a hospital bed in St. Mungos, then decided to become a healer. Met my Papa in the permanent ward and did something to fix his head, and then they got married and so on. But..."

Godfrey squinted, nose wrinkling. "Hard to imagine having Snape as a Dad. My Dad isn't going to like that.... especially the part about Sirius."

He winced slightly just thinking about it. "He only told me once what happened to him.... but basically the Dark Lord caused an apocalypse and people lived with barely anything for years. No animals, dirty air, hardly any sun, no grass, very little water..... eventually the Dark Lord started destroying the planet and the earth's magical backlash killed him and sent my Dad here. But Dad has a huge, huge phobia of alts of people he knew and especially other versions of himself. I don't know how he would react if I told him about your parents. Jamie and Al's Dad makes him uncomfortable too, Xeno's got him looking at newspapers and pictures now but he's just......."

He had never told anyone about these things about his Dad. Somehow it wasn't an important topic for him and Josh to talk about. He and Adela didn't talk about it either. She didn't want to know about it and repeatedly told her brother to leave their Dad alone about it.

"What's yours like? Is he nice? Do your parents all get along? Does he.... oh! He made the fudge! That's weird. One of the only things my Dad can't make is fudge. He says the recipe is too finicky." Godfrey leaned closer and closer with every question before leaning back again, shooting off questions unendingly. Maybe he wasn't the only one who lived in a house where, when they all were together, at least one person went to bed angry and/or crying every night. He supposed Jamie and Al had something similar. Maybe all families with a Harry in them were just..... messed up. Certainly Danny's couldn't be much different than theirs? But to have a father like Snape! No one in his family appreciated potions as much as he did, even though Papa made excellent beauty products. Thankfully Voldemort had an interest in and knowledge of them. Potions weren't his number one passion but they were very important in achieving it. And what was Sirius Black like? He knew who the man was but had never met one before. Somehow he managed to keep most of the questions inside, letting only the few slip out.