Through The Fire

By: RavenHeart101

Disclaimer: Ah… I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own Twilight (nor would I want to… -dies at the thought of making up such a Mary Sue plot). I do, however, own this plot.

Summary: The first war has ended and Poppy Pomfrey and young Remus Lupin have taken in young Harry Potter. They needed a way to get out to the Wizarding World before the Ministry and Dumbledore found out about them taking the child. So what do they do? They run. Remus runs straight into the small town of Forks. The same town that young Isabella Swan has just moved into, and, in someway, he manages to create his own little screwed up family. But will this family still stay intact when Remus hears about the vampires in Forks? Oh, poor Remus cannot escape trouble can he?

Warnings: Slash, au (very au), swearing, the timelines are changed so much! The Marauders are in present time, not past… because it'd be weird to try and write Twilight in the past. And, no, I'm not a Twilight fan, nor am I a Bella fan, but I'm going to try writing her as good so bear with me. There'll be more warnings later on!

A: N- Lily and James had Harry when they were 15 and died when they were 16. Remus has had Harry ever since he was 17 and Harry has a month before he turns two. In this story Remus is 17.


Prologue


It was common knowledge to everyone in the Wizarding World that a rift was drawn between the Marauders' friendship. Nearly everyone knew why too. Many people blamed it on the convict Sirius Black. Very few people thought of blaming the deceased Potters or the believed-to-be-deceased Peter Pettigrew. To tell you the truth, James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew seemed to be the only Marauders that anyone remembered. And, surprisingly, that did not bother the werewolf as much as he expected. Remus Lupin was more than happy that no one remembered him as a Marauder, other than the people that had gone to school with him, that is.

After the death of James and Lily Potter, Peter Pettigrew and the arrest of Sirius Black, Remus felt no real obligation to stay in Britain. Other then Harry, that is. But, try as he might, the Ministry of Magic refused to allow the poor werewolf custody of one Harry James Potter. That is why he was running, running with no real place set in his mind. No one could know, you see, no one could know that Remus Lupin was still in custody of young Harry Potter. They could not know. If they did, he would be in trouble, big trouble, Azkaban trouble.

Poppy Pomfrey needed a break herself. And the only way for the two of them to have the break they deserved they had to leave Britain and go to some place far away. Somewhere that no one would even think of looking for them. Poppy knew that Albus Dumbledore was a smart man, but he obviously did not think when he placed Harry Potter with those muggles. Poppy knew one thing; however, Remus Lupin loved that boy with all of his broken heart. And Poppy loved Remus with all of her heart. In all of the years that she spent taking care of the child in the infirmary, she had grown a liking to him. She loved him as a parent would and he loved her as a son would.

Currently, the three were staying in a small apartment in muggle Australia, living their lives as muggles would. They had young Harry in their custody for a few months now and Poppy had fallen in love with the small child. They were looking for somewhere permanent, she was tired of moving around and she could tell Remus was too. And Poppy had found the perfect place. She waltzed into the small apartment and caught sight of her son in everything but blood playing with the dark haired child with one of the many stuffed animals they had gotten him. Harry was making an adorable "moo" in his one and a half year old voice, causing Remus to laugh heartily. The little child was making a small teddy bear "moo."

"Good afternoon, Remus, Harry." She greeted the two when she noticed the faraway look in the young werewolf's amber eyes. She shook her head angrily, he was only a child (just graduated out of Hogwarts!) and he had to see a war, see his best friends die and feel the stab of betrayal. That made all of this so much easier, she would make his heart heal if it was the last thing in the world that she would ever do.

"Afternoon, Aunt Poppy." Remus muttered, he had taken to calling the young medi-witch that ever since third year. He had seen her enough, and his parents had died when he was so young (Metaphorically, that is…) that he was in desperate need of a parent. She smiled at him brightly and placed her coat down on the table beside him.

"Powy!" Harry yelped and showed her the small teddy in his hands. "Moo!"

"Bears don't go moo, Harry." Poppy said with a small smile.

"It's no use." Remus said lightly. "He doesn't listen." Harry looked at him with wide green eyes. "Well you don't." And then Harry smiled.

"Moo!" He said triumphantly before picking up the black and white stuffed animal cow and making it face the bear. "Grr!" He made it growl with a small giggle.

"I found a place for us." She said softly to Remus. The werewolf sent her a sideways look.

"We're moving again?" He asked softly, keeping the wine out of his voice, smiling at Harry when the young child shoved another animal in his face, this one a duck. He made Remus go "meow" with the bright yellow duck as he made the bear and cow "moo" and "grr."

"Yes." Poppy said. "But this one's permanent." She said slowly, checking for Remus' reaction.

He looked up at her with surprised eyes. "We're staying…?"

"In Forks, Washington." She supplied.

Remus laughed slightly at the name before nodded his head, a smile spreading across his lips. Poppy found herself smiling, if Remus could smile about it then so could she. "When?"


A: N- Gah, it's short… but it's just the prologue. I thought I'd put it up to see if anyone likes it. If they do, yay! There's a poll up on my page asking for who you want Remus to be with. I'll try to put up the next chapter fast! Read and review please… or this story will be a fail and there will be no chapter 1.