There was a diversity of personalities somebody could take on once under the influence of drugs or alcohol. And though it had only been a tiny bit of marijuana, the effects were crashing down on Harry hard. He found that he did not like what it did to him one bit. It felt like he was melting, that his arms and legs were seeping into the cushions beneath him, and he felt incredibly warm.

"Did I ever tell you about the time your uncle and I got so wasted that we ran down all those steps in Penn's Caves, got on one of those boat tours, and I fell in the water?" Sirius asked, for he had inhaled a far larger amount of the product than his nephew had.

Harry found that his uncle was the happy, reminiscent personality. He smiled, and shook his head, flipping himself around on the couch so his head hung off the bottom.

"You've never told me any of your adventures, or at least none of the ones where you were under the influenced." The dark-haired boy claimed, taking another puff from the joint.

"Aw man, I ended up in the E.R. after that. I'm such a bad influence on you, boy."

"No, you're yourself." Harry decided after a moment, turning to his uncle who had also faced the same direction as him.

"What do you mean?"

"I dunno, it's just like easy with you. You're easy to talk to: a good listener. You've been around, seen the world for what it really is, and you take risks. You've lived."

"Is this about your father?" Sirius asked, pouting at his nephew.

"Somewhat, I dunno. He's kept me so sheltered. Get good grades, be athletic, and above all, know that someday you're gonna be married to a Malfoy. Take pride in being gay." Harry claimed, speech sounding rehearsed, as he'd heard it a thousand times.

"Y'know, he is really just tryin' to look out for you, Harry. In school, he and I were by no means the best students. Remus was the one who got good grades while James and I messed around. And when it came down to it, Remus was the one who helped me study for my final exams. He helped me through all the revision, and he helped me learn everything I'd neglected to when I should've been using my time wisely. I love your father, Harry, and although I do not agree with the way he's raised you, you still need to respect him." Sirius explained, leaning upwards slightly to allow the blood to stop rushing to his head. Harry followed his actions.

"Dad would kill you if he knew you let me smoke." The boy stated, and Sirius smiled.

"Who says he has to know?"

"You literally just told me to respect my father, and now you're telling me to lie to him? Isn't that a bit hypocritical?"

"I'm a bit of a horrible human being." Sirius laughed, and then they heard the door open, and Remus walked in.

"Hey, what did I- it stinks in here. Sirius, seriously? Did you really get out the weed? Why do you even still have that?" The light haired man looked at his husband shamefully, and Harry laughed. Remus looked funny when he was upset.

"How'd your supply adventure go?" He asked, giggling, and Sirius started giggling too.

"Sirius, you let him smoke? Oh, if James found out about this, you'd be dead." Remus fretted.

"Relax, babe," Sirius claimed, standing up and moving towards his husband. He placed his arms around his waist and put their foreheads together. "James won't know, and it was only a little."

Seeing the couple, Harry felt a knot form in his stomach, and he again found himself wondering what Draco was up to. This time, he got as far as pulling out his phone and opening up their messages before halting his actions once more. He glanced at the couple again, but they were too busy looking into each other's eyes.

"You can't do this again, Sirius. He's a minor, and it's illegal."

"It's medical marijuana. Your medical marijuana, actually." Sirius said defensively, but Remus only kissed him to silence him and then pulled away, shaking his head.

"You're gonna get us all in trouble. In a non-smoking room too, what an idiot!" Remus turned towards Harry. "Come on, Harry. I think it's time you get a nice hot shower, and then get ready for bed. Sleep off the high."

"I'm not six though!" Harry claimed, and Sirius giggled.

"Really? Because you sure are acting childish." Sirius started laughing harder, and Remus turned to him. "And so are you. Harry, shower. Now."

With a groan, Harry stood up and made his way to the bathroom.

~~~

Once Harry had finished showering and getting dressed, he stepped out of the bathroom to find that Remus and Sirius' door was closed. This meant they'd gone to bed, and he plunked down onto the couch lazily. He felt weariness overtake his bones, but had yet to fall asleep.

As he unlocked his phone, he found that his messages with Draco were still open. Finally, he decided to compose one:

[Harry]
I know it's only been a week, but I'm sorry you're forced to suffer alongside my family because of my fuck-ups.

He then closed out of his messages and opened up his Facebook app. The first post to reveal itself was one from Ron.

Ronald Weasley:
So this is it. The months I spent, wasted. I hate you and never want to speak to you again.

Apparently, he and Viktor had broken up. Harry wondered why his best mate hadn't called him, and closed out of the app to return to his messages. Nothing from Draco yet.

He opened his messages with Ron, seeing that he'd had yet to answer the ones from when the two had gotten into a dispute. Harry regretted the dispute. He didn't know if it was the weed, or the responsibilities talking, but he found the whole argument to be childish, and quickly composed a draft for his best friend.

[Harry]
Crazy vacation so far. I'm staying with Sirius and Remus now: yet another of my royal fuck-ups. Saw your post on FB and just hope you're alright. Sorry about everything.

Ron responded only a few minutes later.

[Ron]
It's super early here, but then again, it seems I can never stay mad at you. I missed you, my friend. And you're staying with S&R? What did you do this time?

And so Harry went about explaining the fight with Draco, him calling out Severus, and the short-lived feat with Hermione and Pansy.

I don't get why you'd want to waste your time on a girl anyways. I live with three, and hate every minute of it. Godspeed to you, my friend.

Harry loved Ron's two mothers very much, and he wondered how Ron could ever not love them. Molly had been one of the greatest women and role models ever in his life, and Andi had always been fun to be around.

Though Ron had grown up with two mothers, his father was very active in his life. Arthur Weasley and Molly had been friends for a very long time, and though Molly loved Andi dearly, Andi accepted that Molly also loved Arthur, and therefore the three of them lived in a secret polyamorus relationship.

Together, Arthur and Molly had had seven children, but Andi and Molly had raised them, as Arthur was always so busy with work. To Harry, it didn't seem fair to leave the responsibilities of seven children on two women, but the women were the best he'd ever known, and the family got by very well.

[Harry]
I don't understand how you could possibly think ill of your family. I love Molly, Arthur, and Andi!

[Ron]
Would you like to switch places?

[Harry]
You'd have to marry Malfoy.

[Ron]
Yeah, nevermind. I think I love my mums.

After that, the conversation died down, and Harry grew more tired. He set his phone down, and pulled the blanket up over his tanned shoulders. Soon enough, he'd fallen into an easy sleep.

~~~

[Blondie 👱🏼🐍]
I do wish that when I opened a message from you, it would for once be something positive, like you're coming home.

I should not have sent that, and so I am sorry.

Goodnight, Potter. Sleep well.