WARNING to those of you who have not read my fics before, you will probably not understand any of this unless you go back and read Harry and Harmony Potter: The Prisoner of Azkaban and if you want to get an even better background for Harry and Harmony Potter: The Prisoner of Azkaban you can read The Other Potter: The Story of Harmony Dawne first.

Yea first chapter! I hope you guys are going to like this fic as much as I do. Yes I made up a new word, nowheresville, it works right? Well I think that's really all I have to say except, you just have to love Lupin's mad cooking skills. Enjoy and please tell me what you think. Tell me if this fic is a waste of time or if you think it has some value. I'd love to hear what you think!

The Beginning

Harmony Dawne Potter knew she must be the happiest most excited girl in the entire world, as she held onto her godfather with one hand and her trunk with the other. They were Appariting to Lupin's home where she would stay for an entire summer. It was to be the beginning of a new life in her mind because after this summer would come the next summer and after the next summer the next summer and so on, all to spent at her godfather's home. All she had to do was make this summer work.

That task seemed easy in her mind. Her godfather's furry problem had been taken care of. Unless, of course, Snape did something ridiculous and stopped sending Lupin the Wolfsbane potion, but that also could be dealt with. All it took was a little letter to a man named Albus Dumbledore and Harmony was sure that problem would be solved if it arose.

"We're here." Lupin said.

Harmony hadn't even noticed they had Apparited she was so caught up in her own thoughts.

"So we are." Harmony said.

She looked around. There was a little house in front of her and nothing else as far as the eye could see.

"Leave it to you to pick the secluded nowheresville property." Harmony commented.

Lupin laughed. "Yes, nothing for about 6 or 7 miles—you see that little speck out there?" He said pointing to a tiny speck on the horizon. "That house is about six or seven stories tall."

"What are you, some kind of super anti-social hermit?" Harmony said, smiling.

Lupin shook his head. "Well come on. Let's get you settled in." He said as he walked toward the house.

The house didn't really look like a normal house. It was more like a very small cabin. It was made of wood and had a wooden front porch with wooden stairs leading up to it. The door was a dark wood, a chocolate brown, while the house was a light brown, almost the color of Lupin's hair. It had two windows in front, one on either side of the door. They were like the cabin windows that you saw in movies with the two bars of wood in them, one going up and down, and one going across. The roof was shingled in black; the roof's peak was from side to side instead of front to back so the roof slanted down in both front and back. The entire house looked as if it had seen better days.

Lupin opened the door and stood there as his goddaughter admired his house.

"Harmony, stop staring, this house is not at all worth it." Lupin said.

"I think it is." Harmony answered.

Lupin looked at her, his eyebrows raised.

"It's home. So it's perfect." Harmony said, walking up to the door, dragging her trunk behind her.

Lupin sighed and walked through the door behind her.

The inside was beautiful in Harmony's eyes. There was no entryway; instead it entered into a kitchen. It was small, only a little larger than a good-sized bedroom. It had a light colored unfinished wood floor. There was a light brown wooden table in the middle of the room. There were light brown cabinets on the wall to the right of the table. Under the cabinets was a stove with wooden counters on either side with a sink to the left. There was no fridge, no blenders, no juicers, but there was on old toaster on the right side of the stove.

"I love it. I absolutely love it." Harmony said.

"You are easily pleased." Lupin said a little unhappily.

"What's wrong?" Harmony asked hearing the tone in his voice.

"I just wish I could give you more, Harmony. I wish I could give you a better home. I—"

Harmony silenced him by touching her finger to his lips.

"I don't care what the house looks like. I just want to be with you—but I didn't lie, I love it. It's simple and in the simplicity of it, it's beautiful."

"That sounds exactly like something your mother would say." Lupin said slightly smiling.

Harmony smiled.

"You are going to get very sick of hearing this, but you have no idea how much like your mother you are. She accepted me so freely after your father, Sirius, and I told her what I was. She said that it didn't matter if I was a vampire, a werewolf, a giant, or a centaur. She said to take people as they are because you cannot change them. She was always so kind to everyone, so accepting of everyone. Nobody could hate your mother if they got to know her."

They stood in silence for a moment, both of them thinking of Lily Evans Potter.

Just like her mother, Harmony had heard that a lot. She was one of the only things that she had left of her mother. She had been told she looked exactly like her mother, but with her father's eyes. Lupin had been one of the only people to tell her how much she acted like her mother.

"Well," said Lupin breaking the silence, and walking to a door on the wall on the left. "This is yours."

Harmony walked into the room. It was small; a twin size bed could barely fit in it. The bed was squashed against the wall on the left with nightstand next to it. The nightstand hit the right wall.

"Your trunk is going to have to be your closet." Lupin said.

"Not like it isn't at school." Harmony said, squishing her trunk into place at the bottom of the bed.

"I'm sorry for the size," Lupin began. "It was originally supposed to be a walk-in closet."

"It's just fine. I'd rather be outside most of my time anyway."

"Well shall I give you a tour of the rest—it should only take about two minutes." Lupin said, smiling.

Harmony laughed as they walked out of the room.

Lupin opened another door on the wall her room was on.

"This is mine." Lupin said.

It was a bit bigger than Harmony's room. The bed was a queen size and took up the most space. There was a dark colored wood nightstand by the bed and a closet with a light wood door was on the left wall. Harmony saw picture fames sitting on the nightstand. She walked over and saw a picture of a couple, she guessed they were her godfathers parents. There was one of Lupin, Sirius, and her father while they were in school, probably in fifth or sixth year. There was also a picture of Lupin holding a little girl who looked suspiciously like her.

"Please do not tell me you kept a picture of me sitting right here all these years." Harmony said.

"What else was I supposed to do to remember my little goddaughter?" Lupin asked.

"I don't know. When was this taken?" Harmony asked.

"Your father took it when you were about nine months old I think. Sirius and I were both there, it was picture day—your mother's brilliant idea. All of us took turns hold you and Harry; James and Lily took a few singles of you two; your parents did a few together, James, Sirius, and I took one together—"

"Why do you have the old one then?" Harmony asked.

"I don't know. It reminds me of the old days I guess. Harmony, when you keep things from the past with you, it's like you have those memories connected to the object with you as well. The memories keep you strong and remind you of things that were, which help you to better yourself in the future."

Harmony nodded, it made sense.

"Last room of the house is the bathroom." Lupin said as they stepped out of his room. "I hope you don't mind that we have to share again."

"Not really—Uncle Remus, I have one question." Harmony said. "What did you do when you—uh—transformed?"

"I knew that would come up—come on." Lupin said and opened to front door. "The secluded nature of the house is not the only reason I chose it." He said going down the porch steps.

Harmony followed her godfather to the side of the house.

"This is an old house and still has some old features, such as—" Lupin said pulling open two doors in the ground. "An underground cellar."

He went down the stairs into the cellar and Harmony followed. The cellar was lined in concrete with scratches all over the walls. There was dried blood on the floor, Harmony remembered that Lupin had said when werewolves didn't have someone to bite they hurt themselves. One thing that threw Harmony off was that the door was wood.

"Wouldn't you be able to— you know—break through that?" Harmony asked looking at the door.

"Ah I would—if it were all wood." Lupin said. "There is a good sized layer of steel between the wood. And I also magically lock it every time I transform so I can't just walk out."

"And there is no one for miles to hear you." Harmony said. "It's ingenious."

"Thank you." Lupin said. "Why don't we skip the rest of the tour and go eat something for dinner?"

"Sounds good to me." Harmony said. "I'm starving."

They went back inside and Lupin began rummaging through the cabinets. Suddenly he sighed.

"I'm just going to have to feed you the usual then." Lupin said.

"What is the usual?" Harmony asked.

"About the only thing that I ever learned how to make, Macaroni and Cheese." Lupin said.

Harmony smiled. "From scratch?"

"Yep, from scratch." He said as he went over to a cabinet.

When he opened it cold air came out.

"Refrigerator." He said.

"That is so awesome!" Harmony said in awe, going over to get a closer look.

"I'm glad you like it." Lupin said.

They talked about the most random things while Lupin made the Macaroni and Cheese. When it was finally done Lupin set two plates on the table, while Harmony grabbed the forks and glasses. Then Lupin set dinner on the table and sat down across from Harmony. They dished up the food and Harmony tried it.

"That is really, really, good." Harmony said.

"Get used to it, we may have to eat it every night." Lupin joked.

Harmony laughed as she scooped some more off her plate, she could get used to this.