Disclaimer: If you don't know fan fic when you see it, you deserve the agony of suing my penniless hide. That means you, Jo Rowling, and especially Warner Bros.
Rating: In my mind, K+ means PG 13. I could be wrong.
Note: Consider this story a series of one-shots. The overarching story should evolve in your mind.
Section III:
Remus Lupin and Sirius Black try to take turns visiting Lily Evans and her boy in weekly intervals, just to see if she needs any help, or an actual adult, or magial person to talk to her. They know she doesn't appreciate their worry, but put up with her annoyance, knowing that she is still a target in the ongoing war. So this time, it is his turn, Remus thinks, as he apparates into her small kitchen, to find Harry sitting on the counter, eating a sandwitch. He raises an eyebrow, knowing the boy is not usually allowed to claim such a perch.
"Where's your mum, my lad?" He asks firmly, frowning at the way the boy is kicking his heels against the counter.
"In my bedroom, like she has been for five days, I think." Harry is not as happy as he usually is, Remus thinks vaguely.
"What do you mean?" He knows it sounds like a stupid question.
"Dark bad came for me and got her." Harry frowns, knowing his reply sounds stupid, but not sure how else to explain. He rubs his chest absently.
"What are you talking about, let me have a peek at—oh gods!" Remus loses his lunch fairly violently at the sight of the body, already smelling of decay.
"I'm really glad you came early." Harry's voice is very faint when the werewolf makes it back to the kitchen.
"Yeah, look, I have to go, but I'll be right back for you, ok?" Remus refuses to deal with this by himself.
"Now what is the big deal, Remus, you know I was at work?" Sirius is stuck doing desk duty today, and equal parts irritable, and eager for any distraction.
"Sirius, just, well, in the bedroom. I need you to be in professional capacity." Remus doesn't know how to make sense, so he just grabs the man's arm and apparates them directly to the room in question.
"Both my uncles came for me!" Harry is clearly relieved, in spite of the dark looks on the men's faces when they emerge from the bedroom to find him in the kitchen.
"I'm calling for back up. You'd better take him." Sirius is instantly in his grim professional mode.
"Straight to a healer, he must be in shock." Remus sighs at the boy in front of him, who is now drinking his milk very carefully from a regular cup.
"Now will you be my dad?" Harry asks innocently, as the man scoops him up and apparates to St. Mungo's.
"Evelyn, oh good, I'm glad it's you at the desk. He's been alone." Remus wonders if he looks and sounds as crazed as he feels.
"What are you talking about. What did I tell you about bothering me at work? And who is the kid?" His girlfriend may aspire to being a healer, but is only a very overworked desk receptionist at the moment.
"Mommy's dead, and I hid till uncle came. I made sandwiches!" Harry is feeling much more positive already, now that he is away.
"You shouldn't have brought him here, if it was, well, you know…" Both she and Remus know she is referring to Voldemort.
"Come with me, and make sure he's ok?" Remus is clearly desperate, and Harry has dried blood all over his shirt.
Evelyn Puckle apparated home in the middle of her shift that day, losing her job. Some things will always be more important, and this is one of them, for all that she has never seen this child before in her life. Nobody messes with kids, in her books.
