Remus sits at the table in silence, sipping occasionally from the glass of water before him. He hears them first, the shrill voice of a woman and a firm, but frightened answer. With deliberate care, he puts down his drink and glances toward the voices. Petunia Dursley is looking particularly cross that day, but Remus suspects its because her nephew has just been accosted by a wizard, eager to meet The-Boy-Who-Lived.
He watches as Dudley is fussed over, Petunia straightening his shirt and brushing her long nails through his blonde hair, while Harry is all but ignored. Straightening up again, Petunia leads them down the street. Harry is nine now, Remus reminds himself, and after so many years of neglect, he's bright and a bit sarcastic at times when his aunt snaps at him about tidying himself up a bit.
The three disappear into the barbershop and Remus stands up, ignoring the protest from his leg. Not looking back, he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans and goes to find some place to Apparate.