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A few hours later, Harry awoke to the smell of he knew was fried chicken and macaroni and cheese from having to make it so many times for Dudley. Harry's stomach rumbled loudly as he slipped silently off the couch and padded over to the doorway to the kitchen. As he entered the kitchen, he saw Remus stirring a pot of mac and cheese while humming a very familiar tune. Harry knew REmus hadn't noticed him yet, but just as he was about to go wait back on the couch, his stomach gave another loud rumble. Harry poked at his stomach and told it to hush, but Remus had already heard.

Good afternoon, Pup. Did you sleep well?" Remus asked him with a grin. Harry nodded and politely smiled back. "I know it's a little past lunch time, but i'm sure you're very hungry. Am I right?" Harry nodded again as his stomach let out yet another loud grumble. Remus laughed softly and turned back to the food to keep from cooking it too long.

Well pup, it looks like this is almost done. Why don't you go pick out a video and we'll watch it while we eat?" Harry beamed and nodded at that then immediately ran back into the living room to pick out a video before Remus changed his mind. A few minutes later, Remus carried a tray filled with plates of food and drinks into the living room and gently set it down on the coffee table in front of the couch where Harry sat waiting, remote in hand. Remus had to restrain himself from laughing aloud at the sight. Remus situated himself on the couch and gave Harry his food while he hit play on the remote. Remus took a sip of his drink and smirked to himself as a wolf documentary started on the television. He would have to ask Harry later on, why he chose this particuluar video. The sound of a fork on glass made Remus shift his eyes. He watched Harry dig into his food as if he hadn't eaten in weeks. "It wouldn't surprise me if he hasn't eaten." Remus thought to himself. Then he remmebered that Harry hadn't been allowed inside the house earlier due to Dudley's friends being there. If he hadn't been allowed in during the day, then he wouldn't be allowed in at night either, would he? Remus gulped loudly and tried his best to calm moony who was in a fit of Rage in the back of Remus's mind. He looked over at Harry who was still shoveling food into his mouth as if he would never be able to eat again. Remus felt like crying.

"Harry?" Remus asked quietly."What would your Aunt and Uncle have done with you, if you hadn't been able to stay here tonight?" Harry stopped eating long enough to smile and answer softly. "They would have put me in my room under the stairs all night, locked the door and told me to stay quiet until Dudley's friends left the next day." Harry went back to eating while Remus's mouth hung open in shock."Well what about food and bathroom breaks Harry? When would you have eaten and been able to go to the bathroom if you were locked in a cupboard under the stairs?"

Harry, who had just finished his food, was quiet for a second then answered in his smallest voice, his eyes looking into Remus's. "I would just wait until Aunt Petunia let me out and hope that she didn't forget about me again." Harry immediately turned back to the TV and Remus figured that Harry was done talking about it.

Remus had tears in his eyes, but refused to let them fall. He was beyond shocked and appalled. Not only was Harry's bedroom a tiny storage room under the stairs, but he also didn't get any food or water for days and he couldn't use the bathroom until they let him. The way Harry had said it so secretively, made Remus's heart ache. Remus quickly made up his mind, Once Harry was asleep for the night, he was going straight back to Minerva and telling her everything. There was no way that he could let Harry live one more moment in that horrid home. To make up for the guilt he was feeling about letting Harry grow up in that household, Remus let Harry eat as much as he wanted and watch every kids movie in the house and before he knew it, it was time for Harry to get ready for bed.

"Harry? I think that after this movie is over, that you should get ready for bed, yeah?" Remus asked Harry quietly as the little boy yawned. Thirty minutes later, Remus watched as Harry crawled slowly off the couch and made his way to the bathroom at the end of the hall. A few minutes later, Remus heard a soft crash come from the bathroom. Moony's instincts kicked in and he ran silently to the back of the house and pushed open the bathroom door making as little noise as possible. He eyesight zeroed in on Harry, sitting on the tile floor with only a large pair of boxer shorts on and crying softly. Remus immediately went over and scooped Harry up into his arms, holding him close and rocking him gently. "Harry, what happened?" Remus asked softly.

Harry looked up at Remus and began to tear up again before whispering. "I'm sorry, Moony. I just wanted to take a bath, but I coudn't reach the handle." Harry pointed to the shower handle which he knew was well out of Harry's reach. Remus figured that Harry must have climbed onto the side of the tub to try and reach the handle, but failed and had fallen backwards, knocking down various bottles of shampoo and body wash as he went. Remus sighed in relief that Harry was okay and used a nonverbal spell fo heal any wounds that Harry may have gotten from the fall. He then set Harry back down on his feet and smiled. "It'll be okay, Pup. I'll run you your bath, okay?" Harry nodded and sniffled, but smiled when Remus ruffled his hair. Remus quickly ran Harry's bath being sure to add lots of bubble bath to keep Harry in a good mood and forget about the accident earlier.

Remus left the boy for a few minutes to play once the actual washing part of the bath was over. Remus made his way over to the guest bedroom and, using magic to make it go faster, cleaned it and shrunk a pair of his own boxers and pajamas so that they would fit Harry. To make the boy feel more like a child than a small adult, Remus changed the pajamas to a small black tee shirt with a golden snitch on it and a pair of black pants with golden brooms on them. Remus smiled to himself and hoped that Harry grew up to like quidditch as much as his father had. A few moments later, he heard Harry call softly that he was ready to get out now, making Remus chuckle softly.

Once Harry was dressed and cuddled up in bed, Remus pulled up a chair from the other side of the room and smiled. "Harry? Have you ever been read a bedtime story?" When Harry shook his head no, Remus smiled. "Do you know of any bedtime stories?" This time Harry nodded yes, which surprised Remus. "Do you have a favorite one?" Harry nodded yes again and Remus, still smiling, asked, "Which one is your favorite?" Harry smiled brightly and answered confidently. "Little Red Riding Hood!" Remus had to stop himself from chuckling at that, but couldn't stop himself before asking, "Really? Now that's quite a scary story for a someone your age, why do you like that story so much?

Harry situated himself on the bed and Remus looked for any sign of him being uncomfortable, but Harry still had a small smile on his face, so Remus stopped worrying that he had asked the wrong question. Harry cuddled further into the blankets and answered quietly, "I like wolves. That's the only story I know of with a wolf in it. I always change the story though when I tell it." Remus grinned at that. "Who do you tell it to, Pup?" Harry gave Remus a smirk. "To Adelaide, of course."

"Who is Adelaide, Harry?" Remus asked thoroughly confused. Harry smirked again. "My pet spider that lives in my room at my Aunt and Uncles. She's really nice. Her fangs are really long though and she used to scare me, but not anymore. She's lived there just as long as I have and she's having babies soon. I looked up what kind of spider she was at the Library, before Dudley took the book from me. She's a Saint Andrews Cross. I really like her."

Remus felt like his heart was going to burst with all of the anger, fear, hurt and frustration coursing through his veins. He had to reign in his emotions quickly, before Harry noticed. "Well I like that you have someone to tell your story to Harry and I've heard the story of "Red Riding Hood" many times and in many different ways. How does your version of the story go?"

Harry beamed at being able to tell his new friend his story and didn't think twice before starting to tell his story. "Well in my version of the story, Red Riding Hood isn't a girl, he's a boy named Demetri and the wolf has a name too!" Remus grinned and interjected quickly. "Oh yeah and what is the wolfs name, Harry?" Harry, now sitting up bounced for a second and grinned. "The wolf's name is Fenrir!"

Remus's breath caught in his throat. How did Harry know about Fenrir? Had the boy just made up the name or had he just heard it somewhere? Moony even cowered in respect at the sound of his Sire / Alpha's name. Remus sighed internally, but plastered a smile on his face for Harry's sake. "Well that's a nice name for a wolf" Remus said quietly. Harry tilted his head and grinned. "I think so too. I learned that name while I was watching a show on something called Norse Mythology on the tv one day when my aunt and uncle went out and left it on. From the way the people on the tv talked about him, it sounded like he would be an Alpha. That's the wolf at the very top of the pack who keeps the pack safe and well fed. I wanna be like Fenrir one day! To lead people and keep them safe. Anyway, back to my story!"

Remus welcomed the change of subject and was relieved that Harry had only known the Norse Fenrir and not Greyback, at least, not yet. He listened intently as Harry went on to tell a story nothing like Red Riding Hood. It had more wolves, less people, no fake grandmothers, no one died and the wolf and Demitri becoming part of each others family, because apparantly, Demitri was a werewolf and Fenrir found out that Demitri was his son. At the end of Harry's version of "Red Riding Hood" Harry was fast asleep and Remus was mentally exhausted from keeping his emotions pent up. Once he made sure Harry was asleep. Remus crept out of the room, checked on Mrs. Figg, fed the cats, then flooed to Minerva's office.

"REMUS, CALM DOWN!" Minerva yelled out over the sound of the last of her best china shattering. Moony raged and ranted and howled and broke everything he could lay his hands on before finally collapsing in a chair. Minerva waited until the amber had gone completely out of Remus's eyes before speaking to him. "Remus, what happened this time? Is Harry okay?"

Remus nodded and sighed sadly, holding out his hands for Minerva to mend. "Yes, yes, he's fine. Or at least he thinks that he is. He's going to have one hell of a stomachache in the morning from eating way too much, way too quickly. He's friends with a spider that lives in his "room". He tells it stories before bed. Oh, and his obsession with wolves is ridiculous."

Minerva cocked her head to the side as she finished bandaging Remus's hands. "What do you mean, obsessed with wolves, Remus?" she asked with confusion lacing her voice. Remus gawked at her for a second, then yelled, "Wolves, Minerva! Normal wolves, thank Merlin, but WOLVES? Why, oh why, did he have to choose the WOLF as his favorite animal? Oh Merlin, Minerva, you should have heard him tonight! He told me a story that he had made up after hearing Petunia read Red Riding Hood to Dudley. In Harry's story, Red Riding Hood and The Wolf are father and son and Harry named the wolf Fenrir! FENRIR! DO YOU REALIZE HOW HARD IT WAS FOR ME TO KEEP MY EMOTIONS IN CHECK AROUND AN OBLIVIOUS 5 YEAR OLD?"

Minerva winced and stared at Remus, giving him a strict look for raising his voice like that. He immediately calmed down and apologized. Content with his apology, Minerva made them some tea. Feeling the warmth from the cup in his hands, Remus calmed down completely and took a sip. Remus could taste the small dose of a calming draught and thanked his former professor for her patience with him. Minerva merely nodded, before taking a sip of her own tea, which, from what Remus could smell, was also laced with a calming draught.

"Minerva, what should I do?" Remus asked sadly. She smiled then reached over and patted him lightly on the shoulder. "You need to tell him what you plan to do for him Remus and more importantly, what you are."

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