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Chapter 4:

Remus hadn't got home until late and so he had just tumbled into bed, he'd missed the last bus and so had had to walk. He didn't know how Harry did it everyday. It was now the day after and Remus had relaxed with a nice shower and was now on the bus back to the park again. He just hoped that Harry would come again.

Remus had gotten there very early, it wasn't even lunchtime when he sat on the bench from yesterday but he wanted to make absolutely sure that he didn't miss his godson. Remus had only spoken to him once but he was already craving for another meeting.

There wasn't much to do while he waited and so Remus daydreamed, he daydreamed of what life would be like when he had adopted Harry. He couldn't wait for the sound of laughter to fill the house, for the hours of exhausting play, for the sound of his godson's enthusiastic chatter. He couldn't even wait for the inevitable shouting and tantrums and door slamming.

Remus wasn't sure what time Harry's school finished but he presumed it would be mid-afternoon. Harry had got to the park yesterday at about four o clock so it would probably be the same. Remus checked his watch, it was two o clock. He had been sitting there for over two hours already. Only two to go…

He tapped his feet impatiently and looked around the park, it was pretty much deserted. A horrible thought suddenly hit him, what if Harry went and sat on another bench? He was so desperate to speak to his godson that he suddenly wished the park was suddenly swamped with visitors who all wanted to sit down on every bench apart from his.

The sun was shining brightly, Remus couldn't understand why on an overcast day it was swamped and on a nice sunny day it was deserted. What was the matter with people? The sun was shining right in his eyes and it was blinding.

It wouldn't hurt if he rested his eyes for a minute, would it?

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He felt something on top of him, it wasn't exactly heavy but it was uncomfortable. Who could be waking him up this early? Was it one of Arabella's annoying cats? He opened his eyes to glare at it but when he looked down he saw a pair of very familiar green eyes looking up at him fearfully. The second the owner of the beautiful eyes realised he was awake he shot backwards so quick he fell to the floor with a bump. Remus realised he had been kneeling on his knee.

"I'm sorry, sir! I'm really really sorry! I was just walking there and I saw you and I remembered how kind you were and I asked you if I could sit with you and you didn't answer and I was scared you might be… d-d-dead so I was just checking you were okay but you were only asleep and I really didn't mean to wake you and please, I'm sorry, please" Harry babbled looking absolutely terrified and backing away.

Remus looked at his watch and swore inwardly. It was gone four o clock. He had been asleep on the park bench for over two hours.

"Harry, calm down. I'm not mad. I was waiting for you here. I'm sorry I fell asleep and scared you" Remus' words did not soothe his godson like he intended, in fact they caused the opposite effect.

"You were waiting for me? W-w-why? I didn't do nothing!" Harry looked, if it was possible, even more horrified than he did at the prospect of waking the man up.

"Of course you didn't." Remus said almost as horrified as Harry at the way his statement was taken "I just wanted to speak to you because you were such a nice polite boy. I thought we could be friends"

Harry bowed his head slightly "I guess you don't want to be friends now I woke you up" He said sorrowfully.

"Of course we are friends. I don't mind you waking me up at all in fact I'm glad you did. I would have had a stiff neck if I had been asleep much longer." Remus said kindly.

"Really?" Harry asked hopefully.

Remus couldn't help but smile at the expression on his godson's face, he was soooooo desperate for Remus to say yes. He wished he could take Harry home right that second.

"Really" He confirmed.

Harry looked at him with total adoration in his eyes. Remus looked around the park for something he could get for his godson. He wanted to go out and buy everything he saw, everything Harry wanted and needed but most of all he wanted to give him the love he both wanted and needed. However the closest thing to any of those things was a run down ice cream stall at the other end of the park.

"Would you like an ice cream?" He asked hopefully. He wanted, no needed to buy his godson something, anything.

Harry's eyes grew and grew. "You want to buy me something!?" He asked in amazement.

Remus was more than slightly worried by his godson's reaction. Surely he had been bought something before. He didn't think the Dursleys would go out and spoil him rotten but surely the concept of being bought something wasn't so foreign to Harry?

"Of course. Why would I not?" Remus' brow furrowed.

Harry opened his mouth to reply and then thought better of it. If he told his first friend what a bad boy he was then he would be frightened off and Harry didn't want to lose the only friend he had ever had.

"N-n-no reason" He lied.

Remus looked suspicious but he took Harry's hand and went to the ice cream stall. It was slightly disconcerting that Harry chose the smallest and cheapest ice cream he could find.

'I don't want him to have to spend too much on me. He might not buy me anything else' Harry thought.

He also didn't want to seem ungrateful so he thanked his friend again and again and again… and then again.

Remus finally managed to get Harry to talk about something else (the swings) and they were just in the middle of a rather one-sided conversation. (Harry only replied when he was asked something directly and even then it was hesitant). When Remus noticed something odd. He had a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on and was sweltering and yet Harry had his school trousers, a polo top and a big thick fleece on that was zipped right up to his neck.

"Aren't you hot?" Remus asked in surprise.

Harry snapped his head up so quickly Remus was worried he would get whip lash.

"H-h-h-hot?" he asked weakly.

"Yes, in that big jumper. Here let me help you take it off" Remus reached out.

Harry was off the bench in a flash. "No! Don't! I- I ..uh have to go!"

Harry was running out of the park before Remus could say anything else. He was left with a very strong sense of deja vue and an even stronger sense of suspicion about what exactly went on behind closed doors at Number 4, Privet Drive.