Remus walked down the street. He was having a bad day. Six interviews. Six. All turned down. The spoken reasons varied. Some said he was too young for the job, others that he wasn't qualified. Some just smiled and shook their heads no. He thanked them for their time and left. There wasn't much more he could do. He could get angry, yes, but what would that prove?

He sighed and sat down on a nearby bench. It was a nice day out. He loved the sun. Remus loved to stare straight into it, usually using a simple charm to make this a safe hobby. He would go home tonight, again disappointing his parents. He still lived with them and, though they made no demands on him, he felt bad for taking their resources. They were poor enough as it were. His mother, Roselin Lupin, was a sweet woman who was trying to talk him into letting them buy him some nice dress robes for interviews. She was thin and light, he'd gotten his hair from her. His father was a strict man who worried about his son. He was tall and broad, but was getting heavier in his older age. Lupin had once had his blue eyes. He was lucky to have them, he knew, but he wanted to be independent. He had tried that once and it hadn't gone over well. He'd spent three weeks sleeping where ever he could find and eventually his mother grabbed him by the hair and drug him home. It hadn't been that bad, since he'd smartly chosen summer time and left immediately after the full moon. He had a good head on his shoulders.

His charm was wearing off and the sun got brighter and brighter as he stared. He looked away and rubbed his eyes with one hand. He supposed now was as good of a time as any to go home. He had no reason to stay here. Diagon Alley was nice and all if you had money. Really though, there was no reason to stay otherwise. He went back through the Leaky Cauldron and apparated home. He landed about a quarter mile from his home, unable to apparate any closer due to the charms they used to keep him in during the full moon. He walked, taking off his robe halfway through the walk and enjoying the sun on his scarred back.

He ran a hand through his hair and walked slowly. He could see the house from where he was. His mother came out minutes and waved to him, yelling something. He was too far away to hear. He waved back anyways, not as enthusiastically though. His mother was always glad to see him. He sped up to a jog, shirt in hand, and made it there rather quickly. Remus was fit. It was probably the only benefit of being a werewolf. He stayed in shape with very little effort. He remembered James complaining at him over it. How Lupin stayed all covered up and didn't work out, while James had to work for hours to keep a good enough shape that his broom wouldn't collapse under him during Quidditch. It had been an exaggeration, of course, as they had both witnessed his great aunt ride a broom. That woman was massive.

His mother hugged him quickly when he arrived and then jumped away.

"Dear, go take a shower. You're all sweaty" She said in a motherly tone. Remus chuckled but went to do so, or else. He went to his room, where he had a private bath, and turned the shower on. Since he'd taken one that morning it was really more a rinse off. He was out and dried himself with a thin towel and redressed. He put on some light muggle clothing. He would go work in the garden and his muggle clothing was used less than his wizard clothing.

Remus joined his mother in the kitchen. She didn't ask how the job hunt had gone. She knew. "I'll be working in the garden." he said as he exited through the back door. He enjoyed garden work. He wasn't good with weeding charms, as he had managed to uproot every single one of his mother's baby mandrakes last year. He had been knocked out. She had gotten some ear muffs and replanted them. The plants had not made it. She had been rather angry at him for that. He had resolved to do any weeding by hand from then on. He looked up and down the rows. He had done this a few days ago and only a few tiny green leaves popped out. He was catching them before they got large enough to be a problem. After going through their large garden and picking a few ripe tomatoes, he went inside. There was nothing more to do. He sat down and put the tomatoes on the table. They grew a lot of fresh vegetables, as they couldn't afford to buy a lot.

"An owl came while you were outside." Roselin said, handing him the letter. It was from the Ministry. Remus frowned. It was probably a new regulation of werewolves he'd have to comply with. He did as he was told, even though it took time and usually money. He opened it up.

"Mr. Remus Lupin:

After having gone over the estate of Lily and James Potter. We have decided, in accordance with their wishes, that two thousand galleons, sixteen sickles and twelve knuts, one-tenth of the estate's total worth, will be transferred to your Gringotts account. "

There was more, but Lupin couldn't read it. This had been the last thing he'd expected. He wanted to cry right then. It had been six months since Lily and James had been killed. Since Sirius had been imprisoned. He had just gotten to the point where he could think about them without feeling unbearable sadness. He was alone, save his mother and father. Only a few people had ever accepted him. Over half of those people were dead now.

"What is it dear?" his mother asked, patting him lightly on the back.

"Lily and James... They left me something in their will." he said. he sat the letter down and rubbed his face. It kept him from outright crying.

His mother was lost for words. She just sat by him a few minutes. "They were really good people. Both of them." she finally said. They sat in silence a while longer. She eventually had to stand though, since she had been cooking. She was a muggle. So she did everything muggle style. They didn't have electricity, instead she made her husband use ever burning candles for her. Everything was enchanted for her convenience. She still preferred to cook all on her own. Lupin finally picked up the note again and read it. He sighed. He couldn't believe it.

"I am going upstairs, mother." he said. Standing up and kissing her on the forehead before heading to his room. He went through a small book he had containing their pictures. He even had one of Harry riding his tiny toy broom. Sirius Black had gotten that for him. First thing the child had done was crash full speed into something. He smiled faintly as he remembered James trying to quiet Harry before Lily heard and decided the toy broom was too dangerous.

He'd made it twice through the small picture book before he heard his mother calling him for dinner. He combed his hair, which was still damp from his bath, and went down. His mother had made a nice meal. Shephard's Pie. He liked his mother's, but refused to eat anyone else's He ate a good sized piece and thanked her. He spent some time reading and thinking about the three men who'd been his closest friends. He went to bed that night, trying to decide how best to use the money.

He'd always refused James' and Sirius' money. They'd tried to help him on numerous occasions. He had decided there was no way he could refuse it now. His plan was to try to use the money as best he could. He would try to fix his parent's house, as it had a few areas that magic could only patch for short periods of time. Perhaps he would try to move into muggle London and get a job there. If he was living with muggles he wouldn't be forced to reveal he was a werewolf on his job application. The prospect of moving was a grim one though. He worried that maybe his mother would need help here. Besides, he'd have to come back for the full moon. It would be difficult at best.

Remus woke the next morning, his eyes not wanting to open Remus liked sleeping and often wished to sleep in. Unfortunately his window faced the rising sun and he was always woken at dawn by it. He had to keep his wand on the other side of the room, because he had a bad habit of charming his window. Then he would sleep until his mother got him up. He got up and stretched, falling back on his bed and hanging his head over the other side. He stayed like this, not wanting to stand. He finally did though. He went down stairs where his mother was making pancakes.

"If I left... would you be alright?" he asked. He knew his father wasn't often around and he didn't quiet understand how a muggle could do all the house work that needed done. He worried.

"Of course I would." she said, smiling earnestly as she put a plate down in front of him. "It's nice having you here of course, but I know you'll move out someday." she added. "All mothers know that."

Remus nodded, poking his pancakes with his fork."Hm. I have errands I will be running today." he commented. His mother didn't ask. "Is dad home?" he asked.

"No. He was kept late." She said. His father often ended up sleeping at work. He worked continually.

Remus finished half his pancakes, as his mother always made too much, and stood. "Alright. I will be going then." he said. He walked outside to the point at which he could apparate. This was always the slow part. He had considered bringing a broom and then shrinking it when he was in town, but didn't. He just never got around to it. Besides... His old broom wasn't much faster than walking. Finally he made it to the edge of the barriers and was out. He apparated to Cornwall. He knew the wizarding part of the village there.

He walked to a small shop called Cat's Eye, which was a muggle shop specializing in expensive jewelry. A few muggles were in here. There was one obvious wizard. He was at least a hundred years old and was wearing bright orange slacks, which his beard was tucked into, and a suit coat. Under the coat was a tye-dye shirt. Remus nodded to the manager and headed into the family bathroom. He stood in front of the toilet and tapped the back six times in a specific rhythm with his wand. The entire toilet slid with the wall and he was able to go to the staircase leading to Vertik Alley. He visited the branch of Gringotts here and withdrew a small portion of the gold he had been given. There was more gold here than he'd even dreamed of. He had in his pockets two hundred galleons, more than he'd even had in his possession ever. He had to tell himself as he put it into his pocket that he was using it in the best way possible and it wasn't given to him so it could just sit in his account.

He stepped outside and took a deep breath. This village was amazing. It was entirely underground. The ceiling looked like a clear sky though. There was even a sun. He watched the clouds a moment and turned his attention to the rest of the town. It was expansive, he knew. There were buildings. The ceiling of the town was low enough that all buildings were two stories high, this left about ten foot before the slab of rock that the sky was painted on. People could fly using that space. After admiring some stuff in the window of a Quidditch shop he headed for the pet shop. He got a lovely, fancy and decorated dog house. It was made for a rather large dog. It would do though. He cast a diminuendo on it to make it small enough to carry around. It had been on sale, only five galleons. He also found a magical doll shop and bought a dress that looked like it would fit a two and a half foot doll. He shrunk that too. He walked down the road, into an alley way and soon found himself in a seedier part of the town.

This area has the same beautiful sky, but the shops had none of the colorful displays. These places had dark windows, usually covered for privacy. He knew exactly where he needed to go. He took a deep, calming breath.