When Harry woke up he looked around quite confused. It seemed to be early morning already; he could see his room and the sky outside the window next to him. Also, he didn't feel the numbing pain in his throat, like every other night, when he woke up from screaming.

Carefully he sat up, grabbing his glasses from his nightstand and put them on. When was the last time that he had slept through the night until morning? A look at his alarm clock made him gasp. It was seven o'clock in the morning.

He slowly got out of his bed, walked over to the window and tried to remember what had happened.

And then it hit him – Remus… he had come up after supper… Harry didn't remember when he left, so he probably stayed until he fell asleep.

Harry smiled and hummed quietly while he got ready for the day. He usually didn't leave his room until nine, but he was hungry, since he didn't eat much for dinner last night, so he quietly climbed down the stairs.

When he reached the kitchen, he was surprised to see Remus sit at the table, eating toast and having a cup of tea. Of course – Remus had to get ready for work. Harry had never spent a thought about what time his former professor had to leave in the mornings.

"Good Morning," he smiled friendly, got himself some toast and a glass of water.

"You're up early," Remus said with a surprised blink and looked down at his watch.

"Did you have a good sleep?"

Harry seemed to be in a great mood, which made Remus quite happy. He had been worried about the boy, nobody in his age could work all his confusion out on their own – and they certainly shouldn't have to either. Harry hadn't talked to any of them. He couldn't keep it up and he had realized that the boy was quieter than usual.

He had always liked Harry since he had met him at Hogwarts. Not only, because he was James' and Lily's son, but also because he was tolerant, kind and very open minded.

"Wonderful," Harry smirked at him, and gulped down his water, Merlin, had he been thirsty.

"When do you have to leave for work?" he asked curiously while eating his toast.

"I have another ten minutes. What are your plans for today?" He hoped that Harry would finally get out of the house, because it was certainly what the boy needed. He should meet other people; he was alone way too long for a boy his age. Of course it wasn't easy meeting people for the "Boy who lived" or the "Chosen One", but still...

Remus sighed. He wished he could help Harry more than he did, but he knew that it wasn't possible. Harry had to figure it out himself, even though it was not easy.

"The weather seems nice; I think I'll take the broom out for a fly. I haven't been in the air for ages."

Harry smiled. He knew very well that the others, especially Remus, worried about him not leaving the house except for groceries, and even then he used polyjuice potion to prevent stares.

The Daily Prophet still wouldn't leave him alone, and as that wasn't enough he got daily messages from the Ministry asking him whether he would join the aurors who were still trying to find all the death eaters. Even though he had told them felt two hundred times that he wanted to finish his seventh year at Hogwarts first, they wouldn't just leave him be.

Suddenly he realized that Remus looked tired, and felt a little bad, for making him worry so much.

"Remus…" he stopped. What was he about to tell him? Just give me more time? They both new that he hadn't any more time. He hadn't started going out during the past two months and now he had barely four weeks left before he would return to Hogwarts…

"It's okay Harry. I gotta go now. Do you need anything for tonight's dinner or are you all set?"

"I'm set." He answered staring at the wooden table. What was he doing? The last thing he needed in his current state of mind was a mad Remus.

He buried his face deep in his hands and tried to think clearly. Not only was he the Chosen One, but there was another topic he clearly tried to not think of.

He had loved Ginny, right? Or what else was this pain in his chest, the sick feeling in his stomach every time he thought of her, lying in the Great Hall, unmoving? But why was it then, that he never felt attracted to feminine curves but rather to muscles and handsome men?

He sighed. The signs that he was gay were pretty clear. But he couldn't be. What would Ron and Hermione say? What would people think if he not only started going out with someone, but with a man? And how in hell was he supposed to find somebody… somebody like himself?

That moment he heard the kitchen door open and jumped.

"Morning."

Sirius fell on the chair next to his and groaned.

"It's just too fucking early."

Harry grinned while getting up to make some coffee. When Sirius had a mug in front of him he nodded silently.

Harry got up.

"I'm out flying." He just said before he left the kitchen.

He would have time to his own out there, without somebody coming to interrupt his deep thoughts. But instead of thinking about how he was supposed to start going out his thoughts returned to Remus again.

He had been so kind, so loving, worried all this time for Harry. And all he did was what? Cooking? Ignoring everything Remus told him? How could he have been so blind, not seeing how much Remus cared for him? Instead he had been mourning around, how he was lonely and alone. But he never had been.

He suddenly knew that he could walk up to Remus with everything that was on his mind. Remus wouldn't mind. He would be there, listening, and trying to help.

He was a friend to him that nobody could ever replace.

For Remus sake, he had to go out. He had to show Remus that he was trying, because anything else wouldn't be fair to him.

He landed and put away his firebolt to write a letter to Luna and Neville. It wasn't easy since he hadn't contacted either one of them since they had left Hogwarts. Both of them reminded him that they were alive and Ginny wasn't.

That it could have been anybody else, but it had been Ginny, with her smell of flowers and her hair red as fire…

He had to stop this. Luna and Neville were two of his closest, most loyal friends. Contacting them wasn't only a step he had to do because of Remus, but because of them, too. He hadn't been fair towards them… They had been there with him, always.

When he had finally gotten a few lines down, asking them if he could come over for dinner tonight he got up to tell Hermione that she had to cook and find Hedwig so he could sent them the note.

Everybody was surprised when he told them that he had made plans for the night, but they tried hard to hide it. While Hermione did a pretty good job, both Ron and Sirius failed doing it, something that Harry had expected. He didn't tell them where he went, it wasn't necessary. When he heard Remus enter the front door he quickly grabbed some floo powder and left before he had a chance to annoy Remus with his uncertainty.