Still the Prisoner of Azkaban

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Remus Lupin stepped off the Hogwarts Express onto platform nine and three quarters. The June sunshine felt warm on his shoulders and for a moment he felt as though he were a boy about to begin his summer holidays. The reality was that everything he owned in the world was in a trunk and two bags and he had nowhere to go.

He shrunk his luggage down to pocket size and made his way thought the barrier and into Muggle London. As he walked to the Leaky Cauldron, he could not keep the smile off his face. It was three weeks to the full moon and he had enough Gallons in his pocket for a few weeks logging. A nice rare steak (and Tom knew how rare he meant) and a new book were as far ahead as he was thinking.

Several hours latter he was sitting in a modest room and had finished his new book of literary analyses of some legends recently translated from Ancient Runes to English. He sighed when he realized the author was one of his classmates from Hogwarts. There was no use wishing for a quiet orderly life, a quiet day was as good as it would be for him.

Reluctantly he turned his mind to where he was going to go. He wondered where Sirius had gone. At first he had assumed he had traveled far to some obscure and remote location but now he wondered. Sirius was the sole air to the Black family fortune but he couldn't exactly stroll in Gringots and get into the vault. Remis was willing to bet that there were cash hordes on all the properties though. Could he just hide on one of his family properties? It should be the first place to Ministry, not to mention the dementors would look. However, there were centuries of wards in place on these properties, some of the surly dark magic. Perhaps Sirius could hide in one.

Remus got a quill and parchment and began to make a list. A hour later he had written all he could remember about four homes he had heard Sirius talk about. First was the main house in London 12 Grimmwald Place. He knew the phrase that would cause the house to appear and after that he would have to hope Sirius would remove any other wards protecting the place. The second house was in Paris. Sirius hated France and that house was small as it was mainly used by his mother. Third, the estate in Scotland. It was, however, only a few miles from Hogwarts so it seemed an unlikely destination. Finally there was a farm purchased when his father had gone through some sort of organic food phase went Serius was twelve, Remus smiled at the memory of Sirius buying all the sweets from the trolley on the way to Hogwarts that year after a summer of fresh vegetables.

After a lot of thought, Remus eliminated options two and three. He was either at the house on Grimmwald Place or at the farm in the English countryside. Well, tomorrow he would try the London house and if Serious was not there Arthur Weasley could find the deed and give him the location of the farm. He did not stop to consider why finding Sirius was suddenly his main goal, rather that finding employment or a safe place to transform in a mere three weeks. Once he had thought of it, finding Serious just seemed right. When those wolf instincts came into play it was best to just trust them. Remus know if he examined his motives to closely he might loose his nerve.