Disclaimer: Well, I obviously don't own anything to do with Harry Potter or its products. Also, the idea for spells later on is used from the D&D spell list and like everything else, I don't own that either. So, please don't hunt me down and take what little money I have, because you won't get much. Have a nice day!

Author Note: This story is originally by MasterKtulu. I am rewriting it, using his ideas and sometimes almost word for word from the original. It may change from the original, but as this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction I will try my best to please my readers.

Extra: Sorry for the long period between updates, I didn't have my computer online for a while there.

Original: Title- 'Fear of the Dark'; ID- 2139938; Rating- M

Chapter 4 – Warnings

Aug 1

Remus watched as Hedwig flew away. He had just received a message from Harry and then sent back a reply. In that letter was a choice, a very important one, one that would change the course of his life forever. He stared out into the darkness deep in thought. It's not like he had much to think about, he knew that he would do anything to help Harry.

So, the next afternoon he would pay a visit to Dumbledore. Then do his best to fulfill the promise made to a dear friend. The window closed and returning to bed, the werewolf fell back to sleep and drifted from dream to dream.

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Remus woke up refreshed, with a sense of purpose. Sirius would want me to help Harry. I just know it. Getting out of bed, he went about his morning routine with a bit more fervor then usual. Normally, he would be going to whatever job he had managed to get, but that was no longer necessary due to an old friend. Sirius had left him with more money then he would ever need and a house to live in. Thinking about it brought a tear to his eyes.

Shaking out of his depression, Remus ate a small breakfast and shortly after that he went over to the fireplace and grabbed some floo powder to contact Dumbledore.

Meanwhile at Hogwarts, Dumbledore was just waking up when he heard a familiar voice coming from the fireplace. "Albus, are you in? It's Remus."

Albus walked out into view wearing his pajamas, and replied, "I am here Remus. What can I do for you?"

Remus tried to smile, but it didn't come out right. "I would like to see you for lunch. I have some news that you may want to hear." He was trying with all his will to keep himself sounding normal, and praying that he wasn't over doing it.

"Of course Remus. It would be a pleasure to have some company for lunch. However, if it is urgent then I can make time sooner." Albus waited for the younger man's replay.

Remus smiled, I can do this. "No it's not urgent, at least not yet. I will be there for lunch." After a few seconds, "And thank you."

Dumbledore smiled his grandfather smile, "It's not a problem. I am always here to listen."

Remus nodded and ended the connection. "Well, that was easy. Maybe this won't be as hard as I thought it would be." He started to prepare for his lunch with the aged headmaster and then at almost noon his was ready.

He then Apparated over to the Hogwarts gates. After getting his bearings, Remus walked through the gate and went on his way to the castle itself. Looking up at it he began to sink into a deep depression. All the memories of loved ones long passed; he just couldn't take it. With eyes closed he took several deep breaths then continued on.

Slowly he made his way through the familiar halls from his past. And as he walked he could see the memories as if they were right in front of him; his first year, the sorting ceremony, the first time meeting James and the others, and on through the years.

Remus came to a stop in front of the stone guardian and for the first time realized that there was something on his face. He reached up and looked at his fingers, They're wet. He smiled weakly, Tears.

He took a deep breath and dried his face, then looked at the guardian and said, "Laughy Pops."

Usually the funny passwords would fill him with some amusement, but not today. Today it just didn't feel right, at this moment his heart just hurt too much to be happy. After the guardian moved aside, Remus made his way to the top of the staircase and knocked on the door.

"Come in," came Dumbledore's voice from the other side of the door.

Remus opened the door and came in; he could see that there was a modest lunch ready on the table of the office. Coming all the way to the table, Remus shook Albus' hand and said, "Hello Albus. How have you been?"

Dumbledore smiled, "As well as could be expected, and yourself?" While waiting for Remus to answer, he motioned to the chair to be seated.

"Thank you," Remus sat down. Then, answering the question, "I am fine." He tried to smile, but it looked forced at best.

Albus sat, "There is no need to hide behind that fake smile. I understand what it is like to lose a friend. I have lost so many over the years, but we must always remember them so that they will live on within our hearts." He knew that Remus was still grieving for Sirius, and hoped that this wouldn't destroy the man.

Remus nodded slightly, he really didn't want to hear it. He was lost in his own thoughts for a second or two until Albus said, "Well, let us start on lunch, shall we."

Again Remus nodded. He took a sandwich and began to eat, while Albus silently waited for his friend to tell him what was this news he had mentioned. After half his sandwich was gone, Remus finally spoke up. "I got a lead that there is going to be a Death Eater attack on a muggle town south of Cambridge is a week's time." Afterwards he watched Albus, trying to figure out what he would say.

Albus looked over a Remus, and after a few moments of speculation, "Hmmm, Severus hasn't said a word. Is your source reliable?" He didn't want to sound like he was skeptical of Remus' word, but usually Severus was the first to come by that kind of information.

For the first time sense he had arrived, Remus looked Dumbledore in the eyes, "Yes, Albus. My source is very reliable, and before you ask, he wishes to remain anonymous. I gave my word that I wouldn't tell anyone." And as an after thought he added, "Not even you. Sorry." He looked away at that moment. It was a good thing too; otherwise the old Headmaster of Hogwarts would have seen that the last word was indeed a lie.

Albus nodded, he would not pressure him to break his word. To a wizard, his word was binding. "I see. I certainly understand." He just hoped that he could get the name later. Such a person could be of great use.

"Thank you, Albus. My source came forward on his own and I promised to keep names out of it." Remus smiled inside, This is great, much easier then I had thought. "And I was also informed that it would take place just after sundown and that it would only last for 30 minutes. I guess that Voldemort doesn't want to get caught."

"I agree. It would seem that way." Then a thought came to Albus. I can use this. "Don't worry Remus. I will see what I can do; if it is a real attack then the Order may not be enough. I will go to the Ministry and see who I can get in touch with."

"Again thanks." The conversation was pretty much over now and the two friends finished their lunch with small talk and discussing when Remus would be moving into Grimmauld Place. Which was that very weekend.

With lunch over and polite conversation out of the way, Remus stood and shook his friends hand, "Thanks for having me Albus. I really appreciate this."

"It is not a problem. Have a good day and don't worry about the attack. I will take care of it." Albus smiled at him while he escorted Remus to the door.

"As always it was a pleasure to see you." Albus said.

Remus nodded and gave a half hearted smile, "For me too, my friend. Goodbye." And, Remus left the same way he had come, down and out of the castle and through the gates. Taking out his wand he Apparated away. Back home he sighed deeply and sat down, yawned, and decided to take a little nap.

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Aug 3

Harry woke up with dark circles under his eyes, sleep was hard to come by no matter how tired he got. Again the dreams invaded his mind the previous night. He sat up without a sound. After looking around he could see it, the images in the shadows. They were getting clearer every day. Now he could almost make out their faces as they fought.

Quickly, he turned on the lamp. Even if he knew they were there didn't mean that he wanted to see them. Harry got dressed and started on the day's chores; cooking, cleaning, and yard work. He really didn't mind, because the Durleys didn't even talk to him anymore. They just let him go about his day, so he ate his meals silently in his room while not working.

At lunch, Harry decided to check the book and saw that the phoenix was not glowing to indicate a received message. He remembered that there wouldn't be one; she had 'training'. His spirits were down and he definitely didn't want to read the letters from his so called 'friends' from school.

By afternoon, Harry was done with his chores, so having nothing else to do he went to his room. That was the only place that he could feel alone. When he walked in, the first thing that caught his eye was the bed, that's where the dreams plagued his mind. Harry looked away as an eerie chill snaked up his spine.

Harry heaved a sigh and sat at the desk. As always, the pile of letters had gotten bigger, if only by a little. Only a second passed, and in a sudden fit of rage, Harry shoved the pile off the desk, right into the trashcan. Then proceeded to hurl the can across the room.

He never heard the heavy footfalls coming up the stairs. He was headed for the trashcan when the door slammed open and Vernon, Harry's fat, purple-faced uncle, stepped into the room. Vernon's faced looked ready to burst he was so angry, "What are you doing boy!"

Unfortunately for Vernon, Harry was far from intimidated. The fat man was about to step into the room until Harry's eyes fell on him. It was the clearest, most menacing glare the man had ever imagined, and it stopped him in his tracks. Harry's ragged breaths could barely be heard over the pounding of Vernon's heart. He almost missed the words that came forth from Harry's mouth, "Get… Out… Now."

To Vernon's surprise, he was shoved out of the room by an invisible force. The door snapped shut, almost shattering under the pressure. Quickly, Vernon made his was down stairs, Petunia looked worried, "What was that dear? Did that little freak do something?"

A very frightened, and pale Vernon said, "N..Nothing is wrong dear. Everything is fine."

Meanwhile upstairs, Harry just stared. He was confused as to what just happened. It must have been spontaneous magic. Like I used to do when I was scared. Then after getting the trash can back by the desk, That fat jerk should have stayed out.

He was startled out of his thoughts by a tapping at the window. An owl. Just what I need, more letters. Harry took the parcel from the owl and it flew away.

As angry as he had been, suddenly his entire body locked up from anticipation. On the letter was: To Harry, From Remus. It was an eternity before he opened it. And this is what it said…

Dear Harry,

I meet with Professor Dumbledore yesterday and he is going to do what he can. He said that he would talk to some people at the Ministry. He doesn't think that the Order will be enough to handle a full attack, and I am forced to agree.

The Professor also said that Professor Snape hasn't said a word about an attack, and I am sure he will be asked about it. I don't want you to think that I doubt your word. I completely believe you, and always know that I will do what I can for you. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask.

On another subject, I moved into Grimmauld Place today. It didn't take long sense I don't own much. I have cleaned up a lot so far, but I would like to say that I would like you to consider moving here. This place is well protected, but more importantly, I believe that Sirius would have wanted you to be away from your… um, current residence.

And I know that I could never take his place, but Sirius asked me to watch over you. I would like that chance, if you are willing. One more thing, whatever it is that has you feeling better, hold on to it. I just hope that one day you can share it with me.

Moony

P.S. Sirius' old room will be waiting for you whenever you want it.

The mass of conflicting emotions was just too much for Harry. He smiled, cried, and sobbed at once. He felt happy that Remus kept his promise, sad at the mention of Sirius, angry with Dumbledore for Sirius, and grateful for Remus' offer to live in Sirius' old room.

Hedwig, feeling her masters need, jumped onto his shoulder and nuzzled his face, trying to comfort him. Harry smiled, "Thanks girl. What do you think? Should we move out of this place?" After a short pause, "I don't know if I am ready to go there yet." Her only answer was a hoot and an affectionate nip at his ear.

After patting her head, Harry got pen and paper to write a reply…

Moony,

Thank you for your help and I will tell you my secret some day. But about moving to Grimmauld Place, I don't know if I am ready to face that place yet. Besides, I am sure that Professor Know-It-All Dumbledore wouldn't allow it. I will think about it, and if you can get the old man to agree then we'll see.

Until next time,

Harry

He smirked and gave it to Hedwig, "Bring that to Remus, please." She nipped him one more time, then took off. Harry smiled as he watched her fly off, I feel like flying.

Remus sent back a reply that he would speak with Dumbledore about it and he would try his best to get it to happen. The days went by; routine after routine. Each day in his free time Harry studied the books given him by Griphook. He was learning a lot about how Gringotts worked and how to manage his accounts pretty well. Harry had already gone through each of them a hand full of times.

In fact, two days before the attack was to take place, Harry wrote to Griphook and requested more books on how to manage his estates. Harry got eight books that very night, paid for by Gringotts.

Harry guessed that it was still more of an attempt to repair relations. He thought it wasn't necessary, but what was done is done. They covered more then he probably would ever need to know about financial management. He was still so angry with Dumbledore, he would do everything that was forbidden him so far, just to spite the old man.

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Aug 7

The day before the attack, Harry was reading through the books that Griphook sent him. He sat at the desk going through them when something caught his attention. The phoenix was glowing a soft orange color. The feeling of excitement, and relief was almost too much for him to bear. He couldn't get to it fast enough; Harry knocked over the chair and almost went with it. So intent was he on getting to it that he didn't question how it got from his bed stand to his arms, when he was at least 15 feet from the object in question.

He opened it and grabbed the pen. On the page was written, Harry, I'm back. And, before you ask I am fine.

The connection was not there so he assumed she wasn't holding her pen, but he wrote in response. Sorry I missed you. I am relieved to know you are well and okay.

Then, Harry waited, just five minutes later he felt worry, happiness, and apprehension fill his mind. Well, hello there Harry.

Unable to think of anything else to say, he wrote, Hello. Harry couldn't help but think to himself, Boy, I sound so stupid. He was getting a little angry with himself, and she felt it.

What's wrong? Are you ok? Now she was worried about him.

To put her at ease, No. Nothing's wrong. It's just that I would have… should have thought of something better to say then just 'Hello'.

Very amused, she wrote, I hear that is a common problem for young boys. She was trying to bait him, and he went for it, just like she hoped.

Well, I heard that arrogance is a failing of the old. He smiled, truly content now that she had returned.

She smiled, glad that he had countered like that. So, back and forth then went for a while. Each happy that they were in touch again. Eventually, she asked, So, what have you been doing sense last time we talked. The muggles better be leaving you alone!

Harry appreciated her intensity, he began, Well, Remus moved into Grimmauld Place, Sirius would be happy that he did. I got more books dealing with account management. And, Dumbledore told Remus that he would do what he could to interrupt the attack tomorrow. Oh, and he asked if I would like to move into the house with him. I don't know if I will yet, but if I do he is going to put me in Sirius' old room. And on he went telling her what had happened in her absence. Harry was going so fast that he never noticed the subtle changing in her emotions. The mention of Sirius always made her sad, but she was very happy for Harry. He seemed to be getting over his godfather's passing.

After an hour or so of playful banter, Harry asked, So, what kind of training did you have to do?

She felt gloomy and worried, It was training on quick hit and run tactics. So that tomorrow we can be in and out as fast as possible.

After a pause, she continued, It was hard training, but… I just hope that I won't have to use it.

Harry could sense her fear, he started to panic, he didn't know anything about how to comfort a girl… woman. He gave it a try, Don't worry. Dumbledore said he would do what he could. I am sure that you will just have to retreat shortly after you get there!

She started to calm down; it surprised her how he tried so hard to comfort her, or was it surprise over how much she was touched by that compassion of his. Thanks Harry. I hope you are right.

Harry got an idea, How about we stay away from that subject for now? We can instead get to know each other better.

She smiled, inside she was deeply moved that he wanted to get to know her, Well, there are some things I would like to ask you.

He smiled; his hopes were answered, Yes. What is it?

Well, I would like to hear about your adventures so far at school. Being what I am, I only hear one side of things. She had heard of what he had done over the years from Voldemort, but she wanted to know his side of things. That would make her happy.

He smiled, and blushed, the thought of her wanting to know those things made him a little embarrassed. If it weren't for how interested she was he never would have talked about his misadventures, but this time it was different. He started, Well, it all started when I lived in the cupboard…

And for hours, they 'talked', mostly about his life at Hogwarts. They laughed and cried together, Harry didn't know that crying could feel so good. Through all of it, the mystery Witch read and considered, maybe she could do more for Harry then originally planned. She didn't write anything about what she thought. Right now wasn't the time for that, this time was special. They were becoming close; she just hoped that when it came to her final punishment, Harry wouldn't feel guilty or resentful over their friendship.

Late into the night they 'talked', almost one am by the time they wrote their goodnights and down their pens. She went on to have a restful sleep, and for a change so did Harry. Though tonight he tried something new, he left the lamp on and went to sleep. The dreams still invaded his mind, but it wasn't so bad waking up.

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Aug 8

The following day at noon, Harry went to his room to eat his lunch, and he noticed the book glowing. He had left it out on the desk the night before. When he looked to see what had been written, I am glad for the opportunity to know you. I am thankful for the friendship you have given me, and wish me luck. I am going to need it. 10:47 am.

Harry assumed that she had put the time so that he would know when it was written. So, he wrote back, You shouldn't talk like this is the end. You will be fine and I will be here waiting to hear from you. Besides, if you remember, only I can say when you are through. I wait your return. 12:23 p.m.

Harry sat and started to read, he was doing that a lot more lately, this time he started on the animagus book. It was the only book that he hadn't read 3-4 times already. On this day, he began his journey to become an animagus, like his father and godfather before him.

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Remus sat in his new living room, ready and waiting for the call to battle. He didn't want to fight, but he would, this was a worthy cause. However, the call never came. He was pacing nervously when McGonagall voice came from the fireplace. "Remus, a meeting has been called, can you come to the Headmaster's office?"

He nodded, very worried now. "Yes, I will be right there." He then flooed over.

Upon arriving, Remus found that the others were already there. At last Albus Dumbledore entered the room and called the meeting to order. All sat ready for the worst. Albus began, "I have some terrible news. About an hour ago a muggle town was attacked. It didn't last long, and many of the innocent muggles lost their lives." He then sat, the light gone from his eyes.

Remus was sad too, but even more so he was angry, "Didn't the Ministry take the warning I gave seriously? I can't believe they would do that."

Tonks, who was sitting beside Remus, was shocked, "Fudge can't be that stupid! And, what do you mean your warning? I thought Severus was the spy."

Everyone nodded, all were curious as to why Remus would have known about the attack before the greasy, potions master. All he said in reply to the questions was, "I have a reliable contact."

Albus thought for a second, before saying, "I agree Remus, but there must be a reason the warning was ignored. I am afraidI have ideas why, but nothing I am willing to speak of at the moment."

The room was filled when the voices of the occupants, outraged at the implications. Many wondered why the Order wasn't called to shield the innocents from danger. The Headmaster merely stated that he assumed that the Ministry of Magic would send adequate protection. Albus continued with the rest of the meeting, after all was discussed, Dumbledore said, "Remus, Severus, please remain after the others leave." With that said all others walked out and thought about what had happened.

Back in the office, Albus addressed both men. "This won't take long. I would just like to say that if either of you get a hint of another attack, tell me immediately."

Both nodded, Severus turned to leave, but Remus interjected, "Albus, if it isn't too much trouble I would like to talk to you about something."

Albus only hesitated for a moment, "Of course, have a seat."

With both in men settled into chairs, Remus began, "I want to talk about Harry. I think Sirius would have agreed with me. I want Harry to move…"

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Elsewhere

Harry knew when the attack was over and that things had gone badly.

TBC

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