This is dedicated to all those readers who cried at the ending of the fifth book. This is a song fic based on a revised version of "Where Do I Begin?" by Andy Williams. It is also known as the Theme Song from the movie "Love Story". Though he's gone, he's never far away.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all to do with Harry Potter, his friends, family and enemies. This story is for fun, not profit.
Where Do I Begin?
Prologue
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It had been a long twelve years for him. Exiled from his home by the pressure of Anti-werewolf organizations, meant that he could never see his family again, at least those who were left of his kin. He was constantly looking for work but because of the restrictions upon half-breeds he was evicted from his little flat in Surrey and denied every chance of a job interview. Once he resigned as Defence Against the Dark Arts professor from Hogwarts two years ago, he had traveled around England trying to find out what the Death Eaters were conspiring and reporting back to the Order. But it was a lonely life. It was understandable; the wizarding community could not be sure about the existence of the Dark Lord with the conflicting reports in the Daily Prophet. The possibility that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named could be reinforcing his army with creature of dark disposition meant that even the innocent half breed could be a threat. After all, werewolves can not control their own mind once transformation has occurred and mortality is too high a risk for the public.
Then that summer, Dumbledore had sent him an owl asking him to return to Number 12, Grimmauld Place to bring his latest report to the Order. At first he was confused at the letter. That was the Black's house. He had only ever been there once and after Mrs Black had learned about his lycanthropic inclinations, he was never allowed to set foot in there again. The Blacks were of wizarding nobility, pure-bloods as some called them, which meant association with half-breeds was taboo on family honour. The Blacks never had any problems with James and Peter, as fortune would have it, they were from pure-blood wizarding families even though they were rather irresponsible house guests.
He remembered the night as clear as if he was sitting right in the memory watching it play before him like a pantomime. He sat quietly at dinner in the dimly lit dining hall, timidly eating under the powerful gaze of Mr Black. There was something unnerving about the way his eye twitched at every scrape of a knife across their china plates. The entire family watched his every move though they had no cause to be alarmed, as they were at the time unaware of his lycanthropy. He remembered sitting in Sirius' room watching his brother turn the key in the five locks on the inside of his door. It had something to do with keeping the house elf out of his room whilst they slept. They could not even sleep without the possibility of surveillance.
The next morning Remus was woken by Mrs Black screeching down the hallway and blasting open the bedroom door. Remus quickly searched for his wand to defend himself when Sirius jumped in her raging war path. Mrs Black, usually one for articulacy, was screaming and shrieking so loud that none of her spells were annunciated with precision and failed at every parry. Suddenly Sirius was sent flying across the room and Remus was blasted out the bedroom window. He did not have time to assess his concussion as his luggage soon fell from the sky above him. He recalled the maniacal glee on Mr Black's face as the stone gargoyles chased him off the grounds. This tight security could be the reason for the Order relocating their headquarters to Grimmauld Place.
That was right back in fifth year of Hogwarts and Sirius had vowed that if his friends were not allowed in his own home then he would find a new one. The next year he moved in with the Potters and only ever associated himself with the Blacks by name. However, Remus never asked how the Blacks found out about his lycanthropy. He could only guess that Sirius may have mentioned it out of spite. This relocation to his old residence would definitely not be sitting will on Sirius' nerves.
Sirius. The name brought a smile back on to his face. No matter how much of a mischievous little prat he was, Remus would let him get away with anything. He was not the best prefect Hogwarts had seen, due to his biased opinion when if came to his friends. No matter how many stern looks he gave James and Sirius; they always found a way to get into and out of trouble.
Especially Sirius.
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