Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I was J.K. Rowling, I wouldn't be sitting here writing fanfiction-I'd be contemplating an eighth book ;). But I suppose seven books are better than nothing, and really, I thought they were quite good.

Parings: RW/HG, possibly HP/GW and RL/NT

Warnings: A bit of violence in this chapter-and possibly later on in the story. This is also quite AU, so if this don't float your boat, just go look for something else to read :]

A/N: Sorry for the shortness-It'll probably get longer as the story goes. Thanks to angelauthor13 for the suggestion of this title. I'll probably repost this when it gets edited. :] Please review! Enjoy.

Summary: Harry has always wondered why Remus was so understanding about his life with the Dursleys. When he finds out, he vows to go back in time to fix Remus Lupin's childhood.

THE DREAM SEEKERS

Chapter one

Harry James Potter of Number 12, Grimmauld Place ran threw the halls, calling for his Godfather-nearly his father, he mused, as he opened and closed doors and looked threw closets.

"Moony? Remus-where are you?" Harry grew more frantic-he rarely called Remus Lupin by his given name; often calling him 'Moony' or, teasingly once or twice 'Mr Bookworm'. If said man hadn't come out by now…where was he?

Harry had lived with Remus for about thirteen years now. The man had taken the six-almost seven-year old boy away when he had heard of the neglect and abuse the Dursleys had been inflicting on his best friend's son. Harry had always wondered why Remus had been so understanding, knowing almost as if he could read minds why Harry had been so scared of breaking things-always flinching when someone touched him those first couple of months.

Harry opened the last door-the last place he could think of-and froze.

Blood. Blood, everywhere, covering the walls, the floor…Harry nearly screamed. A man stood over Remus-his beloved Moony-his father in all senses of the word-with a knife-covered in the red fluid…

"Hello, boy." The man rasped. It sounded as if he hadn't spoken in years…

"Who are you?" Harry asked, fury showing in his voice. His Gryffyndor side was definitely showing now… Who ever this man was, no matter the reason he was here, he would pay-pay for hurting Remus John Lupin.

The man laughed. It sounded…wrong, somehow. Like he was insane. He probably is, Harry thought sourly.

"I? I am Patric Lupin, your precious godfather's father."

Harry gasped.

"But why…you…Your own son?"

The man laughed maniacally.

"He is no son of mine." He kicked Remus's body. "Stinking werewolf…" He spat. Harry saw red. He lunged for the man, all rational thought gone. The man-Patrick, was it?-Laughed and thrust the knife towards Harry's chest. He dodged, eyes blazing. Mentally hitting himself on the head, he drew his wand, a move he should've made 5 minutes ago. The man was no match with Harry armed-he didn't have a wand, probably because he had been imprisoned in France for the past 30 years for rape, murder, and an assortment of other vile crimes.

"Patrificus Totalus!" Harry yelled. The man tried to dodge, but was too slow-the spell struck dead on, and he crumpled to the ground. Harry kicked him in the side and went to check on Remus. Still breathing-but barely. Harry applied the very few healing spells he knew to help restore his godfather and went to call...call who? Oh. Right. Madam Pomfrey and Possibly Kingsley Shacklebult. Kingsley was an auror, he could do something with the piece of filth lying on the floor…

After contacting the needed people, Harry went back to Remus's side. Thankfully, Madam Pomfrey came bustling up after a couple of minutes. Remus had multiple slashes and gashes that were gushing blood all over his body.

"Oh lord, what happened here?" Madam Pomfrey asked concernedly, kneeling by Remus's head.

"His father is what happened," Harry growled, pointing to the man that he had levitated into the corner of the room.

The matron glared-she had been sort of close to the young werewolf-and then began to heal Remus. Kingsley Shacklebult, a tall balding dark-colored man came rushing up the stairs at that moment.

"Harry? What's going on?" He stopped at the doorway of Sirius Black's room-where Harry had found Remus-and asked, pointing at Patrick

"Is that the man who-?"

Harry cut him off with a sharp "Yes." Kingsley replied,

"Alright then, I'll need to take you in for details."

Harry nodded. He looked worriedly at Remus. But Madam Pomfrey waved him off saying "He'll be better by the time you get back-go on, I'll stay with him."

Harry followed Kingsley threw the floo, calling out "Auror Headquarters!"

TBC…