By request, this is the extension to my one-shot Uncle Moony.

I hope it lives up to everyone's expectations, let me know if there's something specific you'd like to see in here, I know when it comes to the Marauders we all have a lot of ideas.

Most importantly, enjoy!

Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter. This was originally inspired by a Tumblr Post from an unknown user.

"She needs to sort out her priorities," Ron tells Harry, suddenly, Harry remembers something from years ago…

"Come on Harry, say it, say Padfoot."

"Moony."

"Oh, for f-fudge's sake!"

"Told you. I'm his favourite. Aren't I?"

"Moony."

"Listen here, Harry. I'm your God-Father and I'm supposed to buy you stuff. That's the deal. So, the least you can do for me is say Padfoot. Pad-foot. Your Mother's smart, you should be able to pick this up fairly easily."

"Moony."

"No. Pad-foot."

"P-"

"Yes, keep going."

"P-oo."

"This is ridiculous Harry. Pad-foot."

"Moony."

"James! Your child is broken and needs to sort out his priorities!"

Harry just nods to Ron, unsure what to make of the random memory. Soon enough he's distracted by dogs and quidditch and a deadly mystery, his memory forgotten once more.

Two years later…

"Come on, everywhere else is full," Hermione tells them, they go into the compartment with the sleeping man.

"Who do you think that is?" Ron wonders.

"Professor R J Lupin."

"Do you know everything? How is it she knows everything?"

"It's on his suitcase Ronald."

"Oh." Harry suddenly looks up at the suitcase, eyes widening as he recognises it.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS! We come bearing presents!"

"Come on in, Pads."

"Is that Sirius?"

"Yes Lily, and Moony."

"Well I hardly thought one would show up without the other."

"We aren't attached at the hip you know Lily."

"Of course not Remus."

"Oh, there's my God-Son, how are you Mini-Prongs?"

"Honestly, Sirius, his name is Harry."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm not falling for that again. Harry, say hi to your Uncle Moony and Uncle Padfoot."

"Moony, cholate?"

"So that's how you've trained him to say your name."

"Hello?"

"Peter!"

"I'm not too late am I?"

"Not at all, we ready for this?"

"Ready for what?"

"Well, you see Moony, the four of us decided to pool together for your Christmas present this ye – no don't start arguing, we've already got it, here."

The present is opened revealing a suitcase.

"Professor RJ Lupin."

"You're going to need it when you go off to work at Hogwarts."

"Prongs…"

"Nope, it'll happen. Trust me, will you?"

"Thank you, all of you, I love it."

"Moony!"

"Oh come on Harry, really? Come now, say Padfoot."

"Moony."

"Come on Harry. Say it. Say Padfoot."

Harry comes out of the memory, looking at the man beside him. Could it be? Is this the Moony from his memories?

Later…

"Here, eat this, it'll help. It's all right, it's chocolate." Harry shakily takes the chocolate from the man.

"Harry, say hi to your Uncle Moony and Uncle Padfoot."

"Moony, cholate?"

"So that's how you've trained him to say your name."

Harry's face breaks out into a grin before he can help it, words tumbling from his mouth unfiltered.

"Glad to see some things never change, Uncle Moony."

3 sets of eyes are glued to his face, all shocked, one hopeful.

Hermione and Ron look at each other in confusion, Remus' face twitches, eyes misting over as he smiles softly.

"I didn't think you'd remember me." Harry doesn't mention that for a long time he didn't, he just leans forward and hugs his Uncle, "I've missed you Mini-Prongs."

"I missed you too Uncle Moony," Harry replies as his Uncle hugs him back. For the first time in so very long, Harry has his family, and he is loved.

He swears nothing will take it from him again.

"Guess Dad was right about you being a Professor at Hogwarts." Remus chuckles.

"My, you do have a good memory."

"Oh, Ron, Hermione, this is Remus Lupin, he's an old friend of my Dad's," Harry tells them, they seem shocked but shake his hand, "These are my best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger."

"Lovely to meet you both."

"And you, Professor." Harry beams at the three of them, nodding to himself.

"This may just be a good year after all." Ron regards Remus with a hint of suspicion that does not go unnoticed by the man, nor by Hermione. Harry though, he's about as observant as a brick wall and so it goes completely over his head, "What was that thing, from before?" Harry asks, remembering the dementor.

"One of the dementors of Azkaban, they were searching the train for Sirius Black." Harry frowns.

"Someone told me he wants to kill me." Remus, Hermione, and Ron all look over in alarm before Hermione and Ron look back to Remus.

"I wouldn't know about that, I'm afraid. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to have a quick word with the driver."

"You're leaving?" Harry asks, Remus smiles gently at him in a way that is all too familiar to Harry now.

"I'll be back in a few minutes Harry, I promise."

"How come you never told us you had another Uncle?" Ron asks him, Harry shrugs.

"I don't know. I didn't even remember him until two years ago when you said something about Hermione needing to get her priorities straight or something –"

"Excuse me?" Hermione asks, Ron rolls his eyes.

"Go on, Harry."

"Well I forgot about it again, it was a vague memory and then we nearly died and I didn't think on it again. Wasn't until I saw the suitcase that I re-remembered. My Dad, Mum, Uncle Wormy, and Uncle Padfoot gave it to him. Dad was sure he'd be a Professor at Hogwarts someday. He wanted to but he didn't think he'd ever be able to. I don't really remember why except that he's sick."

"He did look ill," Hermione agrees.

"Is that why he left you to Dumb, Dumber, and Dumber still?" Harry snickers, Hermione stomps on his foot.

"There is no need to be rude Ron."

"What, you're defending them?"

"Of course not! I'm only saying it's unnecessary."

"Anyway," Ron says, looking back to Harry and ignoring Hermione's protests for a second time.

"Yeah, that's why. My parents asked both he and Uncle Padfoot to be my God-Parents, Uncle Moony refused, said he'd never be able to get custody because of his condition. Neither of my Parents tried to convince him otherwise, I think they knew it was true."

"Still, could've visited, couldn't he?" Ron asks, Harry frowns at him.

"My Aunt and Uncle can't even hear the word magic without flinching, do you really think they're going to allow a wizard to pop round for tea for the sake of a child they didn't even want?" Ron frowns too.

"I spose not."

"Is that what that look was for? You don't trust him because he wasn't around for Harry?" Hermione asks, surprised though not disagreeing.

"My parents trusted him," Harry replies.

"Yeah, but they aren't here Harry, anything could have happened in twelve years. Fact is, I imagine they'd have expected him to be there for you in anyway he could manage." Harry glares at Ron, opening his mouth to retort when Remus walks back in. The rest of the trip is silent.

"Look, I get where you're coming from, I do, but give him a chance, for Harry's sake. And if he's going to up and leave him again, we'll just kill him, or something," Hermione whispers quietly to Ron who looks at her in surprise, "I'd do it for Harry, though admittedly not under these circumstances," She tells him, he nods, "Will you do this?"

He nods once more.

When they get off the train, Harry seems torn when Ron and Hermione get on a carriage, knowing Ron won't want his Uncle on it as well but not wanting to leave him.

"Want to ride with us, Professor?" Ron asks Remus who gives a smile and nods.

"I'd love to." Harry smiles at Remus, then at Ron.

At the castle, Remus sees a second year drop her bags and excuses himself to go and help.

"I'm sorry I was a prat, Mate." Harry shakes his head at his best friend.

"Don't worry about it."

As Harry begins walking towards the castle a drawling, delighted voice sounds in his ear.

"You fainted, Potter? You actually fainted?"

Malfoy elbows past Hermione to block Harry's way up the stone steps to the castle, his face gleeful and his pale eyes glinting maliciously.

"Shove off, Malfoy," says Ron, whose jaw is clenched.

"Did you faint as well, Weasley?" Malfoy asks loudly, "Did the scary old Dementor frighten you too, Weasley?"

"Is there a problem?" A mild voice asks, they all turn to look and see Remus Lupin. Malfoy gives an insolent look as he looks over the patched clothing and tattered suitcase.

"Oh no, er, Professor." He and his cronies walk off laughing.

"Well, he doesn't seem particularly pleasant," Remus says, Harry and Ron snicker, "Actually, I probably shouldn't say that about my students. Who was that boy?"

"Draco Malfoy," Hermione replies, Remus' eyes light up in recognition, "You've heard the name?"

"I went to school with his Father."

"That must've been fun," Ron says sarcastically as they walk into the castle.

"Oh he wasn't so bad, generally ignored everything he considered below him which was, well, everything."

"Wish this Malfoy would do that," Harry mutters, Remus smiles at him.

"He's young, I'm sure he'll grow out of it." The three teenagers don't seem to agree.

The door into the Great Hall stood open at the right; Harry follows the crowd toward it, but barely glimpses the enchanted ceiling, which is black and cloudy tonight, when a voice calls, "Potter! Granger! I want to see you both!"

Harry and Hermione turn around, surprised. Professor McGonagall, calls to them over the heads of the crowd. Harry fights his way over to her with a feeling of foreboding. Professor McGonagall has a way of making him feel he must have done something wrong.

"There's no need to look so worried - I just want a word in my office," She tells them, "Ah, Professor Lupin, welcome back to the school." She gestures for him to follow her, "Move along Weasley."

"It's good to see you again Professor."

"Now, Remus, I am not your Professor anymore, you may call me Minerva." He smiles and inclines his head slightly, Harry and Hermione exchange mildly disturbed looks, unable to imagine one day doing so.

Once they get to her office Professor McGonagall motions Harry and Hermione to sit down. She settles herself behind her, "Professor Lupin sent an owl ahead to say that you had taken ill on the train, Potter."

Harry sends a dark look to his Uncle who completely ignores it making Harry huff and turn back to McGonagall. Before he has a chance to say anything there's a soft knock on the door and Madam Pomfrey comes bustling in.

"I'm fine," He assures them, "I don't need anything -"

"Oh, it's you, is it?" Madam Pomfrey asks, ignoring his words and bending down to stare closely at him, "I suppose you've been doing something dangerous again?"

"Are you in the habit of doing dangerous things?" Remus asks Harry, disapproval in his voice, Harry flushes slightly.

"Um, not exactly…" Remus raises an eyebrow at him, "Definitely not anymore."

"Miracles do exist," Pomfrey comments, Harry sighs. Everyone seems to be ganging up on him today.

"It was a Dementor, Poppy," Professor McGonagall explains, they exchange a dark look and Madam Pomfrey clucks disapprovingly.

"Setting Dementors around a school," She mutters, pushing back Harry's hair and feeling his forehead, "He won't be the last one who collapses. Yes, he's all clammy. Terrible things, they are, and the effect they have on people who are already delicate -"

"I'm not delicate!" Harry tells her crossly.

"Of course you're not," Madam Pomfrey says absentmindedly, now taking his pulse.

"What does he need?" Professor McGonagall questions crisply, "Bed rest? Should he perhaps spend tonight in the hospital wing?"

"I'm fine!" Harry insists, jumping up.

"Well, he should have some chocolate, at the very least," says Madam Pomfrey, who is now trying to peer into Harry's eyes.

"I've already had some," Harry says, hoping this is his way out, "Unc-uh-Professor Lupin gave me some. He gave it to all of us."

"Did he, now?" Madam Pomfrey asks, smiling at the man approvingly, "So we've finally got a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher who knows his remedies?" Remus flushes slightly, "It is very good to see you again Remus."

"And you Poppy."

"Are you sure you feel all right, Potter?" Professor McGonagall asks sharply.

"Yes," Harry assures her. McGonagall nods.

"Very well, please wait outside while I have a word with Miss Granger, and you'd best be on to the feast, Professor," McGonagall tells Remus with a small smile, Remus nods, leaving with Harry.

"I'll see you later Prongslet," Remus tells him quietly, Harry grins.

When Hermione joins him at last, the two head to the Great Hall and sit with Ron. The three of them clap louder than anyone when Remus is introduced, and again for Hagrid. None of them miss the way Snape glares at Remus.

"Do you know why they don't like each other?" Hermione asks Harry later in the common room, Harry shakes his head.

"I don't really remember much, I was only a year old, it's pretty amazing I remember anything at all."

"Do you think he'll be a good teacher?"

"My Dad certainly thought he would, but, I suppose he could have been saying that as a friend…"

"Dumbledore wouldn't have hired him if he was no good," Ron tells them.

"He hired Lockhart, didn't he?"

"Hey, they're about the same age, think he went to school with him as well?"

"Maybe, I'm not sure."

"Maybe we shouldn't ask," Hermione says cautiously, they both look at her in confusion, "Well, they might have been friends, and then how are you going to explain the fact that you obliviated him?"

"He obliviated himself Hermione, besides, he attacked us. Uncle Moony won't be angry at us for defending ourselves, though perhaps a little for putting ourselves in danger to begin with."

"You said it yourself, you barely remember anything from then," Hermione points out, "You can't know how he'd react. I'm just saying, maybe some things are better left in the past." The other two fall silent as they think about this, then Harry nods.

"You're right."

Not long after, Ginny and Neville walk over to them.

"I hate having a new teacher, I get nervous enough around the ones I know," Neville says to Ginny.

"He's only going to be around for a year, what does it matter if you make a bad impression?" The trio exchange looks.

"No, no, we have to break it somehow," Harry declares.

"Break what?" Ginny asks as she and Neville sit down.

"The jinx on the DADA position," Ron tells them.

"Is it actually jinxed or do people just say that? It could be a coincidence," Hermione points out.

"I don't believe in coincidences," Harry replies.

"Why do you want to break it?" Neville asks.

"The new teacher is Harry's Uncle," Ron explains.

"Really? I thought your Uncle was a Muggle."

"That Uncle is, this is a different Uncle. He's really just one of my Dad's best mates," Harry tells them.

"Wow, that's big," Ginny says, Harry nods, "I'm happy for you."

"Thanks Gin."

"Better not tell the twins, they'll make life hell for him," She warns.

"Make life hell for whom?" The twins say in tandem from behind Harry, Harry sighs.

"Too late," Ginny says with a shrug, "Harry's Uncle is the new DADA teacher."

"Really?" Fred asks as the two sit down.

"It's like I'm playing on repeat," Harry says to Hermione who chuckles, "Yes, he's my Uncle Moony, now please don't make things difficult for him." The twins suddenly exchange looks, then both look at Harry warily, "What?"

"Did you just –"

"–say Moony?"

"Um, yes?"

"We have Lupin first up tomorrow, best give him a proper welcome, right George?" George frowns.

"Fred, we don't even know if we've got the right man." They seem stumped for a moment, then both look up at once.

"We test him," They say simultaneously.

"What are you two on about?" Ron asks.

"We have to go."

"Excuse us."

"I would not like to be Professor Lupin tomorrow," Neville says, Harry tilts his head to the side in thought.

"You know, I really think he might enjoy it."

"Why?" Harry shrugs.

"I don't know, just a feeling."

Note:

Just a warning that unlike my other fic I'm currently writing, this one is not yet written. I'm updating while I'm writing but I'm also currently doing year 11 so, updates may grow a bit sporadic if my work load gets too much. Still, I've already got most of the next chapter written, should be a chapter every day or two I'd say.