Hey! After reading HPOoP I just had to write this! I know it's short but that's ok. Please

R/R. I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. SHE IS GOD! I will update my other

story, Brothers Til Death Do Us Part in the next few days! Another note, I will consider

adding to this and make it into a full 6th year story but I will think more serious about it after

I finish the fanfic I am working on now!

**

It was summer again and the heat that was obvious last summer was back again, and most of the

residents were inside their homes with their windows opened trying to catch the small breeze that

had started up an hour ago. The residents inside 4 Privet Drive were all around the TV, pudgy

16-year-old Dudley Dursley was watching on his favorite TV shows, and his parents sat in chairs

near him proud of their son. Why they were proud of him was anyone's guess.



If you looked inside 4 Privet Drive you would think there were only three people living there, the

pictures on the walls were of the same three people. But another boy did live there and he had spent

most of his summer locked in his room not wanting to come out. The Dursleys had obeyed the

warning giving to them by the wizards as they left with Harry Potter at the train, they called him

down to dinner, watched him not eat the food that was placed in front of him, and they even tried

to talk to him though of course it was asking when was he going to be leaving.

The boy Harry Potter didn't care anymore. So who cared if he missed a few meals or hadn't spoken a

word all summer? What did it matter? Why did living matter? He was dead. Sirius was dead. In his

third year Sirius Black, his godfather had entered his life and for the first time he had someone who

understood him, who was the parent figure he had never had but not anymore. He had been killed by

Death Eaters just a few months ago and Harry had been there when it happened. He died because of

me, he died because of me, it was all he could think of that summer.

He spent most of his days pacing his bedroom, holding the mirror Sirius had given him. The last

thing he had given him. He slept with it under his pillow, and he carried it around all day.

**

It was the middle of July when a man appeared on Privet Drive and appeared so suddenly you

would have thought he appeared out of nowhere. But of course he did. He had brown hair that was

greying and had long black robes that seemed to hang off of him. He didn't look well, circles were

under his eyes and his eyes did not show any warmth. He they were sad and a little cold looking but

after what he had been through, who could blame him. Harry Potter was not the only one mourning

Sirius Black's death.

He walked up to 4 Privet Drive and knocked on the door. He waited patiently thinking about the last

time he had entered this house. He was not waiting long until Dudley Dursley opened the door, saw

him in his robes and fled. His father Vernon Dursley hearing his son's screams came forward.

"Who are you?" He asked angrily.

"I'm here to see Harry Potter," the man said in a calm voice. He stepped inside the house and the

door was shut behind him in a hurry. The man looked at the door and then at Dursley, he had a

feeling that Dursley was scared one of the neighbors would see him.

"What business-

"You remember that warning that was given to you at Kings Cross?" the man said suddenly. He

pulled out his wand. "I was in that group and I will live up to the warning. Where is Harry?"

"I'm here Professor Lupin," a small voice said from the stairs. Harry had been in his room when he

heard his cousin's screams and he knew a wizard or witch had entered the house. Harry had his hand

on the railing and he looked at Lupin with his emerald eyes that was missing its usual spark. His

black hair was just as messy and untamable and like Lupin, his clothes seemed to hang on him.

"I think I'll take this conversation upstairs, where we can't be disturbed," Lupin put his wand away

and made for the stairs. Not a word was exchanged as the pair made their way up to Harry's room.

In Harry's room Lupin shut the door and turned to Harry, "How are you? And the truth please." He

knew Harry would say he was fine and after the events of the previous school year he knew he

wasn't.

Harry didn't speak. He sat back down on his bed and stared at his lap. There was a tense moment as

Lupin stood by the door and Harry sat on his bed.

"I'm not your godfather and I know you don't want me to act like one," Lupin made his way to the

bed. He knelt so he was level with Harry. "But I care for you dearly just as your godfather did."

Lupin looked into Harry's eyes and saw a tear coming down one eye. Harry spoke in the same small

voice, "I miss him."

"As do I," Lupin agreed. "And that is why I have come. No one can understand what you are going

though, though I can relate. Sirius was my best friend and my brother and when we saw each other

again in the Shrieking Shack I felt a part of me come back. Now it's gone again. To you Sirius was

the link to your parents, he was your father figure and I know he meant the world to you. You meant

the world to him, and he never stopped talking and worrying about you."

"Its not fair," Harry said. "What's the point of going on? Sirius is dead."

"Do you think Sirius would want you to think this way? If he came in right now and saw us moping

like this he'd have a fit." Lupin managed a smile. "He always lived life to its fullest. That is why he

couldn't stand being locked in the house all the time, he couldn't do anything, it was killing him."

"But he won't walk in here right now," Harry pointed out.

"No, he won't and that is why I am here," said Lupin. "I don't want to replace Sirius or James but

Harry I would like us to get to know each other better. I was always around when you were born,

playing with you, helping Lily take care of you and though you aren't one year old any more I'd like

to help you Harry."

"I don't want to," Harry shook his head. "No offense Professor but I can't."

"Please call me Remus," Remus asked him. "You don't want to get close to someone because what...

you fear losing someone again?"

Harry didn't respond.

"We are at war Harry, people are going to die, it's a fact and that is why we must come together and

help each other through this," Remus spoke softly. "I have lost those I felt I could not live without

but I go on. I want to be there for you Harry. I think that only together will we both be fine in the

end. Sirius meant the world to you, and to me, he was my brother. We went through so much

together."

Harry looked at him, his eyes were glazed as though he was thinking back to that time. He shook his

head and looked at Harry. "I want you to know that I want to be there for you and help you through

this time. I want you to think of me as your friend, as someone you can come to when you're in

trouble or you need someone to talk to."

Harry didn't respond to this. For several minutes they stared at each other. Harry felt tears coming

again. He didn't want to cry, he hadn't cried since Sirius died but Remus opened his arms to Harry

and Harry flung himself from the bed into his arms. He cried, he let out everything he had been

keeping in. Remus patted his back but didn't speak. Harry cried on his shoulder, he knew he was

acting like a baby but what did it matter, Remus said he understood, he said he would be there for

him. Remus and Harry stayed like that

"I miss him so much Remus," Harry said taking a breath. He released himself from Remus.

"So do I," Remus patted his back. "I brought your birthday present. It's a box of things, which Sirius

gave to me incase anything happened. It's a common thing between the Order and Aurors to leave a

box of things to remember someone by. Sirius left it to me but you need it more I do."

He got up. He looked out the window, and it was getting dark. He looked at Harry, "I'd better go

now."

Harry looked at him red eyed and with dry tears on his face. He wiped his eyes, "Stay with me... stay

with me tonight?"

Remus nodded, "Of course Harry." He looked at the door, "I'll get us dinner shall I? And of course

inform the Dursleys that I will be staying." He walked to the door. He turned back at the sound of

his name though.

"Thank you Remus." Harry said. "I didn't realize how much I needed you."

"Your welcome," Remus said. "We all promised your dad we would look out for you. And as much

as you need me, I need you back."