Title: Leopard and Wolf.

Rating: PG-13.

Pairings: H/G, R/Hr

Summary: The summer after fifth year Harry is angry at everyone and pushes everyone away. Until someone manages to convince him it isn't his fault. With a new guardian, a love interest, new powers, and Death Eaters. Oh and of course who could forget Voldemort! The summer will be quiet an interesting one...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, wish I did I'd be rich very rich. Nah I don't own anything never have done and never will do. It all belongs to the author JKR I think she did a fantastic set of books and she dissevers all the credit she gets.

Authors Notes: Okay I will only be posting this one chapter up for now as I would like quiet a bit of feedback on it as to weather or not to continue so please leave a review.

Chapter 1- Sarcasm and a bit of truth!

Harry Potter was sitting up in bed finishing off reading a fifth year Potions book on poisons and antidotes. He was trying desperately not to fall back to sleep, he'd already had one nightmare he could defiantly do without anymore.

His nightmares were of his late godfather; Sirius Black, falling through the veil again and again, before seeing Sirius face looming over him accusing him of killing him by his foolish behaviour.

The Veil was kind of like a passageway to heaven or hell and anyone who stepped through the veil would never return again, or so it had said in one of Hermione's letters. She had gone out of her way to find out what Sirius had fallen through. Harry had assumed it was her way of dealing with the loss, but for Harry he couldn't find an out let for his grief and he had turned quiet angry at the wizarding world.

In a vein attempt to push his friends away from him so they wouldn't die by his foolish behaviour, he had sent a letter to them saying that the Dursleys were taking him on holiday. Unfortunately his friends didn't believe him and kept sending letters to which now Harry would only reply with 'I'm fine' on them.

Also that month Harry had been constantly sending owls to Dumbledore in an attempt to get him out o number four and somewhere else.

It was now 31st of July his birthday and professor Dumbledore still hadn't said when he would be leaving if he was leaving at all, which just made Harry even more frustrated than he already, was.

Harry glanced at his bedside clock it read 6:24am in luminous green numbers. He had already received his birthday letters and presents. He had received a book on duelling techniques and charms from Hermione. A box of Fred and George's, latest inventions and a box of different kind of sweets from Ron. The usual homemade cake from Molly and surprisingly a photo of himself and Sirius at Christmas from even more surprisingly Ginny Weasley.

Harry had placed the photo on his desk it was stood up against his lamp were he could look at it whenever he wanted although every time he did it hurt. A TAP! TAP! TAP! Pulled Harry from his musing, looking over to the window he saw Hedwig waiting for the window to be opened.

Normally he had the window open but it had turned chilly that night so he had closed it whilst opening his presents and had forgotten to re-open it again. Harry got off the bed crept over to the window and opened it so the large snowy owl could get in.

Hedwig entered and immediately landed on Harry's desk and stuck out her leg for Harry to take her burden. Sighing Harry took the letter than handed his owl some treats.

Sitting on his bed Harry opened the letter and began reading, the contents made Harry just want to scream with sarcasm.

Hello Harry.

I'm sure it seems strange for me to write to you now. But after all the vague reply's you keep sending the Weasley's and Hermione people are starting to get worried about you.

Harry I know that you are physically fine but emotionally your not and who would be if they had just lost someone that was a father to them, but you got to let someone in to help you.

Remember Harry, Sirius would not want you to grieve over him but its hard not to. Try to remember him when he was happy; when he was with you.

Please let someone in to help you, you can't deal with this on your own, no one can.

Remus.

Seething Harry set the letter down grabbed some spare parchment and wrote a scathing letter in reply.

To Remus.

Your right I'm not emotionally alright, if I was I would write better replies. But you want to know something I cant ever say 'his' name with out it nearly tearing me apart, I just keep saying in everything I do he cant do anything anymore.

Also if I let someone else in they'll only die, why bother when I could just ask Voldemort to kill me now and get it over with.

Hope that's a longer reply for you Remus.

Harry.

Once he'd finished writing it he felt bad for even thinking of it. Sighing he screwed it up and threw it onto the desk, before writing on the back Remus letter that he was fine.

"Hedwig I need you to take this to Remus please," instructed Harry tying the letter to his owl's legs.

He turned back to get back into bed and he never saw Hedwig take the screwed up peace as well as the original letter.

Harry was woken by Dudley rampaging down the stairs, looking at his clock it read 9:30am. Strange I didn't dream after fell back to sleep, thought Harry.

Sighing he got up grabbed some clean clothes and made his way to have a quick shower, although he went into the bathroom he couldn't stand to look at his reflection. There were dark circles under his eyes, his face looked pale the once sparkling emerald eyes were now dull and lifeless.

Once he'd showered and got dressed Harry left the bathroom and entered his bedroom where he got the shock of his life. Standing looking at the picture of his parents was his Aunt Petunia.

"Aunt Petunia what are you doing?" asked Harry irritated.

Petunia turned around and answered, "What does it look like I'm doing boy?"

"Looking at a photo of my parents," answered Harry sarcastically, then seeing something a kin to hurt in his Aunts eyes he asked, "Why?"

"Lily was so pretty," began Petunia, "Every time she walked into a room people would smile, she was everything I use to want to be, even when she got married to James," explained Petunia seeing Harry's confused look she added, "Everyone believes I hated Lily for being a witch the truth is I didn't hate her I merely envied what she was. The night she died I was so crushed she died to save you. Oh of course no one could save her but you, I don't even want to know what she did to save you. All I know is that if that happened to me I couldn't save my Dudley like that. So you see I never really hated her or James just merely envied her," with that said Harry's Aunt left the room.

Harry was left standing at the foot of his bed his mouth hanging open. Did Aunt Petunia just say she didn't hate my mum? Thought Harry astounded.

In all his years that he had lived at his relative's house did his Aunt once explain why she treated him as she did? But now it all made sense, Petunia didn't, - and never had- hated him just merely envied him.

Of course it all makes sense, thought Harry sarcastically, she lets me know she hate me but just envy's me. Gah why couldn't my life just be simple? I suppose not after all I'm only the-boy-who-fucking-lived no one special.

Getting over his shock at his Aunts revelation Harry flopped onto his bed and placed an arm over his face.

He must have zoned out as the next thing he knew was someone shouting downstairs and who ever it was they didn't sound happy.

Harry sat up and rubbed a hand over his tired face that had been the first time he had zoned out in a long time and not gone back to the Veil. Sighing Harry pocketed his wand and got up, deciding to see who was making all the noise.

When he got to the top of the stairs the last person he wanted to see was standing in the hallway talking or rather arguing with his Aunt.

Clearing his throat Harry said, "So my letters of 'I'm fine' didn't seem enough?"

"That wasn't the letter I got at all Harry," answered Remus, who had stopped his argument with Petunia a few seconds ago.

"So what do you want?" asked Harry sounding bored.

"You're to come back to my house for the rest of the summer," replied Remus.

"Why would I do that?" asked Harry sarcastically, "I'm having fun here,"

"There is no need to be sarcastic with me Harry," responded Remus.

Laughing dryly Harry climbed the rest of the way down the stairs and sat on the bottom step.

"You think not?" well thanks for your advice but no thanks," commented Harry angrily.

He really didn't know what he was doing here was someone who could look after him just as Sirius had done. But all he could seem to do was get angry and push him away.

"You have no choice, Harry," replied Remus.

Remus didn't know what to do, Harry was all but telling him to 'fuck off' but his eyes were pleading with him not to leave him alone.

"Great I'll just go get my stuff," answered Harry sarkily before adding, "get stuffed I don't want to come,"

Sighing Remus countered, "It's either my place or Grimmauld Place,"

Harry went white with rage as he spat, "What makes you think I'll go anywhere with you?"

Then before Remus could answer Harry had bolted from the hallway and back up to his bedroom. He had completely forgotten that Petunia was in the room until she spoke up.

"He has Lily's fiery temper,"

"What's that got to do with anything? Harry is not his parents and at the moment he is hurting more than ever!" explained Remus defensively.

"I know that!" exclaimed Petunia indignantly, "I was just saying, now go see him," with that said Petunia left.

Harry was pacing in his room back and forth as though he was some sort of caged animal. He was angry but the anger was ebbing away to pain as memories of Sirius living in Grimmauld Place came to the surface.

But no matter how hard he tried to stop the tears the tears came, it was if there had been a door locked in his heart and only one person could and had unlocked it. It came as no surprise that his bedroom door opened a couple of minutes later and Remus walked in.

"Harry?" asked Remus to the boys back.

"Fuck off!" exclaimed Harry choking back his grief.

It came as a complete surprise when he was forced to turn around then given a hug. That when Harry really did cry, he cried for Sirius and how hurt he really was.

Twenty minutes later after his tears had been spent he pulled away from Remus and flushed a little. Sometime during his little cry Remus had sat him down.

"Sorry," muttered Harry.

"Don't be you obviously needed a shoulder to cry on," replied Remus smiling, standing up he added, "Are you going to come to my place willingly?"

"Yeah. Um... sorry 'bout before," answered Harry.

"Never mind, forget it. Is your trunk packed?" questioned Remus.

Harry nodded as he tucked the last bit of parchment into it then closed the lid. He hadn't had any need for Mrs Weasley's food packages as he hadn't really had that much of an appetite.

Remus pulled out a tattered looking old glove and told Harry to grab on. A minute later Harry felt the all too familiar tug behind his navel and felt his feet leave the ground. A second later and his feet were on solid ground just as he was sure he was going to fall over, Remus steadied him by holding his arm.

"Well this is it, it's not big but its home," commented Remus, letting Harry go.

Harry took a look around, he was standing in the living room and it wasn't big but it did look comfortable. There was a two seater sofa and an armchair, the walls were a very pale gold and beige colour and the carpet was a nice rich blue colour.

"Its fine," replied Harry.

"Well come on lets get your trunk upstairs then I'll leave you to settle in," responded Remus.

So the two of them carried the trunk upstairs and into the first door on their left. Harry took a good luck around the room although it was mainly Gryffindor colours-red and gold- there were also hints of silver and black. There was a single bed with what looked like three pillows on it and beach wood desk, drawers, and wardrobe.

Smiling Harry thanked the werewolf, "It's a really nice room, thanks,"

"Don't thank me Harry. Well I'll let you get settled in dinner is in an hour," replied Remus leaving the bedroom.

Sighing Harry opened his trunk and got out some parchment the picture that Ginny gave him and his photo album. He placed the parchment and photo album on the desk whilst he perched the photo on the bedside table.

He then proceeded to hang up his school robes in the wardrobe, he wasn't sure what he was going to do with Dudley's cast off, and he'd think about that later. His wand was securely hidden in an inside packet in the jumper he was wearing. Harry placed his fifth year course books on the desk as well just incase he needed something to do at night.

An that was it, until he came across a bounded up package a surge of anger coursed through him. Damn Bellatrix why didn't that fucking curse work? Then she would have known how I was feeling, thought Harry.

Flinging the mirror to one side Harry closed his lid with a snap and went down to dinner. Remus sensed the mood Harry was in and sat silent whilst he had dinner. Once Harry had finished his dinner he excused himself and went back upstairs.

Sighing Remus leaned back in his chair and thought, its going to be an very long summer, especially if Harry keeps up like this.

Harry was currently sitting in his bed reading his transfiguration book it had been two days since Remus had taken him from the Dursley's.

Harry's anger seemed to be permanently stuck in him, he knew what he was doing but he didn't know why? He had woken Remus up each nigh with is crying out.

But every time Remus brought up the fact that Harry really should speak about it, Harry would clam up quicker than closing a book.

It got a point where if Remus so much as mentioned Sirius name Harry would seethe with anger and totally ignored any more comments until the subject was changed completely.

A knocking on the door brought Harry out of his reading, sighing he told Remus that he could enter.

Opening the door Remus stepped in carrying two mugs, "I thought you might like a drink?"

Remus ambled over to Harry and handed him once of the mugs of tea.

"Thanks," mumbled Harry, before taking a sip and then placing it on the bedside table.

"You must have slept really well last night?" queried Remus, he knew that boy hadn't slept at all.

"Yeah fantastic," answered Harry in a false cheer tone.

Sighing Remus replied, "Harry I know for a fact you didn't sleep so please stop being sarcastic,"

"For your information I slept all night," lied Harry.

"Harry!" warned Remus, losing patients.

"No I'm not going to patronized by you or anyone else. Why can't you leave me alone?" asked Harry stubbornly.

"You need someone to help you deal with you grief," began Remus totally losing all patients with Harry now, "It about time you realized Sirius has gone and wont be coming back anytime soon!"

Harry knew he'd gone to far this time; Remus had never lost his patients with him. That last bit of his sentence was way below the belt and it felt as though he'd been punched in the stomach.

Harry pulled back his covers and got out of bed, before striding over to the door. Just as he was leaving the bedroom a strange warmth enveloped him and in a flash of golden and green light he was gone.