Hello, all! Another exciting installment! I really am sorry that this has taken so long, but my Internet connection has been nonexistent. On with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Remus sighed at the confused look on Harry's face. It must be strange, having people you knew nothing about coming in to tell you that your whole life had been a lie. It was a lot to take in, especially for an eight-year-old. An exhausted eight-year-old, he added to himself, taking in Harry's drooping eyes and slumped shoulders. It was very late at night...
Conjuring a smile, Remus slowly raised his hand to card his fingers through Harry's hair, noticing the way he flinched and tensed. "Would you like to leave your Aunt and Uncle, Harry?" he gently asked.
The little boy's brow furrowed. "What?"
"Would you like to leave this house, forever, and come live somewhere nicer?" Remus held his breath as Harry straightened, looking stricken.
"Am I going to an orphanage?" he asked, looking terrified by the idea.
Remus shook his head gravely. "No, Harry," he reassured. "If you wanted to leave here, you would come and live with Sirius and I, in our house in London. Would you like that?"
For the first time, Harry began to look suspicious. "Aunt Petunia says that bad things happen to children who go places with strangers," he declared.
Fighting a smile, Remus nodded. "You're quite right, Harry," he agreed. "You shouldn't go anywhere with a stranger, but Sirius and I have known you since you were born. We grew up with your parents, and Sirius is your godfather. You'll be perfectly safe with us, and you'll never have to come back."
Harry hesitated, looking altogether too tired. "If I go, will you explain to me what you meant, about my parents?"
"We would love to, Harry," came Sirius's voice. Remus turned to see his lover leaning against the door frame, his face uncharistically serious. "We would teach you everything." He smirked a little. "After a long rest, of course."
After a long moment of staring at his godfather's face, Harry nodded silently, and Sirius grinned. "Great!" he exclaimed, turning glowing gray eyes to Remus. "Why don't I help you pack, Harry, while Remus, um, talks with your uncle?" He shot a significant glance at Remus, who sighed. Memory Charms, indeed.
Well, it's short, but it'll do. Next chapter will be in Sirius's POV.
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