My story, Take a Look Through My Eyes, has won second place for Best Pairing (Wolfstar) in the Marauder Medals 2018 from the Shrieking Shack Society. Thank you all for the support!

Hello, all, and welcome to another Harry Potter fanfiction, straight from the brain of CiciWeezil! I've been working on this story for awhile. This next part of my author's note will be a spoiler alert so skip rest of the italics if you don't want to read it!

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Okay, so this is gonna a Sirius and Remus raise Harry fic. I have always wanted to write one of these, and I've been reading other people's to get some inspiration. I think I've come up with a pretty original idea because of it.

This is also an eventual Wolfstar fic.

*Trigger Warning*: There are moments in this story where characters self-harm themselves. Descriptions are non-explicit (no gore) but for the most part, T rated.

There is an instance in one of the later chapters where one character attempts to sexually assault another. It is described in vague and nonexplicit details and the character fails without getting very far, but I feel it is only fair to warn those who may not be comfortable with it. This one moment is the sole reason for the M rating. The rest is T or below.

The chapters that these events occur in will also have a trigger warning at the beginning, so they aren't just going to randomly pop up on you.

Now, without further ado, read on!

Arthur Weasley thanked Tom as he received the glass of firewhiskey. It was the only drink he was going to have tonight, since he certainly couldn't afford another, and he was going to savor it.

He hadn't been a big fan of alcohol when he was younger, but after working at the Ministry for over ten years, he had started to enjoy a night out once in awhile with a glass of firewhiskey. Sometimes he was accompanied by a coworker, but often he sat at the bar in the Leaky Cauldron by himself, conversing with the other late-night witches and wizards.

Tonight was a night like that. Arthur was one of two people at the bar. For a Saturday night in the summer, the Leaky Cauldron was very empty. There were ten or so people scattered amongst the tables.

The other man, a well-dressed wizard in a blue coat, was constantly checking his suitcase, as though afraid it might pop open at any moment. He was much older than Arthur, though certainly not as old as Dumbledore. His scruffy white hair looked windswept, like Charlie after one of his high-speed Quidditch dives that always gave Molly heart attacks.

As he checked his suitcase again, Arthur chuckled. The man glanced up with a surprised expression.

"Sorry." Arthur said. "Are you afraid something's going to escape from it?"

The man smiled. "You honestly have no idea."

"You seem familiar…" Arthur said. "I'm Arthur Weasley, by the way."

"A Weasley? Oh, I've heard of your family. Good people, you are." said the man, holding out a hand to shake. "Newt Scamander, nice to meet you."

Arthur returned the handshake. "Ah! That's it. You're the magizoologist! Saw your picture in the Prophet! Charlie's a huge fan of you."

"Charlie?" asked Scamander, slamming his hand down on his suitcase. "Not right now!" He hissed at it.

Somewhat distracted by the case, Arthur explained. "My second eldest son. He wants to work with dragons and other magical creatures."

Scamander's face lit up. "Dragons! Now those are fascinating! So many different species, and each possessing their own characteristics and behaviors. I still have yet to document them all."

"Yes, he's been asking for a pet dragon since he could talk." Arthur chortled. "But of course, it's illegal, and even if it wasn't, my wife is afraid a dragon would burn down the house."

"Quite possible, yes. Likely, in fact. If you don't have pet dragons, then what sort of creatures does your son keep?" asked Scamander.

"Aside from a few beetles and lizards, he hasn't been able to keep any." said Arthur awkwardly. "Can't afford more than an owl and a pet rat. And the rat is my third son's, Percy. Scabbers is his name."

"But isn't it Charlie who likes animals?" asked Scamander.

"Aye. It shocked us all when Percy brought in a garden rat six years ago. But we let him keep it. Just eats and sleeps really."

"Six years ago!" exclaimed Scamander. "A common garden rat?"

"Seems to be."

"And it's still alive?"

"Far as I know. Can't always tell - thought he was dead a few times myself, but he was just sleeping."

"Incredible! I've never heard of a rat of that kind living so long!"

"How long do they normally live?" asked Arthur, unsure why the most famous magizoologist in the world was interested in his son's rat.

"Three years, four if they're lucky. But this Scabbers has managed to survive twice as long as the average life span of a garden rat." Scamander slammed his slowly opening suitcase shut again and hissed at it. "You're not coming next time."

"Actually, we've had him for six years, but he was full grown when we got him. Looked like he'd been through hell, too. He has a long scar on his belly, and a missing toe to boot." Arthur explained, eyeing the wizard nervously.

"If you don't mind my asking," said Scamander, "do you think I could take a look at this rat? Scabbers is quite an anomaly. I'd like to document it. Perhaps we can discover the reason for his longevity."

"Well, I'd have to ask my wife, but I'm sure she'll say yes." Arthur had never known his wife to turn down a famous visitor, not that they'd had many. Mostly Dumbledore.

"Brilliant!" said Scamander. "Here's my floo address. If I'm not there, my wife Tina will be. How does tomorrow night sound?"

Molly Weasley nearly fainted when Arthur returned home that night and told her who had asked to visit the following evening.

"Newt Scamander!" she cried. "In our home!"

And she began cleaning.

"Darling this really isn't necessary. He's only coming to see Percy's rat."

"Who's coming?" asked Bill. He and the other children had appeared in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Newt Scamander!" Molly repeated.

As expected, Charlie was the most excited. "He's coming here?"

"Yes, tomorrow night." said Arthur. He told the boys about his conversation with the man.

"A rat? He's coming to see a rat?" Bill was unimpressed.

"I have to admit that seems rather pointless." said Percy. "All he does is eat and sleep."

"Then why do you keep him?" asked Bill.

"Who cares? He's special enough that Newt Scamander wants to see him!" cried Charlie.

For the first time in his life, Charlie willingly helped his mother clean that night.