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"Harry? Can I come in?" Dora paused in the doorway and looked around the room covered in quidditch posters. She smiled. "Remus mentioned that you, Ron, and Ginny were enjoying the quidditch pitch last week." She leaned against the wardrobe and Harry was struck by the black circles under her eyes.

"It's a pretty awesome pitch." He looked at her curiously. "You look tired."

"I never sleep night of the full moon." She glanced at the floor before forcing a smile to her face. "We need to talk, Harry." She chewed her lower lip thoughtfully. "What are you holding against Remus? He wants too much to have a proper relationship with you. Or at least a civil one. Hermione told me you know about the curse."

He nodded.

"He wanted to tell you, Harry. And about the portraits. He was so happy you were coming and then… Well you came and…" She bit her lip. "He tried to make it up to you, Harry." She shook her head. "I am making a muddle of this. Come with me."

He followed her obediently.

"Remus will kill me for this." Dora spoke cheerfully as she entered the study and illuminated the room with a flick of her wand.

"Tonks! Lights!" Sirius grumbled crossly.

"Shut up. Harry, you are not to tell Remus about this. He would kill me." She led him to the desk which held books and reams of paper. Resting in the middle of the chaos was a marble pensive. "This was my mother's. She took it from the family before she was disowned." She turned piercing blue eyes on the boy. "These memories are from a lot of different people. Some are Remus', some are mine, and Sirius has a few in there that he showed me before…" She swallowed. "Other members of the order chipped in and there are some of your parents."

Harry blinked, surprised.

"The first order put memories in vials so we could look back on them later. Your parents did the same thing, a guarantee in case they didn't make it." She touched the marble basin. "We were looking at some of these last night. The happy ones only, of course."

"It's bad isn't it?"

Dora swallowed and nodded. "Come on. Count of three."

Grey clouds swirled around them as they plummeted downwards finally landing in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. Harry swallowed convulsively as he caught sight of Sirius sitting at the table, Remus opposite him nursing a cup of hot cocoa in his hands.

Sirius glared at Remus. "You didn't even try to fight for him! He was a baby, Remus! A baby!" He slammed his fist on the table.

The werewolf lifted his eyes and stared at his friend for a long time. "I did, Sirius. Three years I fought for him, three years and then I gave up." A short bitter laugh escaped him. "Who would leave the Boy Who Lived with a werewolf? All I am is a dark creature." He rose unsteadily and gripped the back of his chair for support. "You think I don't care, but I do. I love him as much as you do. But you, you are his god father. I... I'm not."

"That makes no difference!"

A sad smile crossed the scared face. "To Harry it does. To Harry it says his parents loved you, trusted you more than they did me. And... He is right." He turned and began to walk away, to leave the room his shoulders slumped in weary defeat.

"Lily didn't." Sirius muttered. "Lily never believed you were the spy. Never, Moony. And Me, I was a fool."

"It's fine, Padfoot, I thought the same about you for a long time. But it doesn't change the way Harry thinks. I am tired." He walked out of the room and Sirius stared after him before he dropped his head into his hands with a soft moan.

"He told me after showing me that memory that he felt like it was the first war all over again, all he could do was push Remus away." Dora spoke quietly and the memories shifted.

"How long…"

"Remus always forgave him and Sirius stopped pushing him away after a while."

They were suddenly in the house in Godric's Hollow. Harry stared at the room what was cheerful, bright. The house he should have grown up in.

"I made Remus show me memories of him with you when you were a baby. It was a few days before Teddy was born."

"Sure you will be all right with him?" Lily looked worried.

"Lil, he will be fine, it's Moony. There is no one Harry will be safer with!" James laughed. "I mean look at him, he is holding Harry like he's made of glass."

Adult Harry swallowed. He was right, Remus cradled the baby in his arms a smile on his pale face as he stared at the tiny infant he held.

Lily laughed. "Sorry, Remus." She kissed his cheek. "First time mother syndrome."

"Send us a patronus if you need anything. Come on, Lil, we will be late." James pulled his wife out of the house Remus laughing at the distress that still lingered on her face.

He looked down at the little boy who was staring gravely up at his baby-sitter. "Well, cub." He murmured softly. "Are you going to behave for Uncle Moony? I rather hope you will, if it's all the same to you, I would like to have the privilege of looking after the smallest marauder again. But don't tell your mummy I said that, she is bound and determined that her son will not grow up in the footsteps of his father and godfather." Baby Harry grinned toothlessly.

"I don't remember anything before the Dursley's." Harry muttered.

"Remus said you were the most spoiled baby ever. Sirius and James would buy you anything that people said babies liked. They were all surprised you actually learned to walk, they carried you everywhere."

"Did I have a favourite?" Harry asked.

Dora smiled. "Remus. Lily told me that. Sirius was a little too boisterous for you; if you have been three then I have no doubt that Padfoot would have quickly become your favourite. The whole 'I can turn into a dog' really appeals to small children."

Suddenly, they were back in Grimmauld Place again, in the room that Sirius had all but ordered Remus to take. Dora swallowed and turned away as the memory solidified. "This one Sirius showed me not long before… Well, he said if anything every happened he wanted me to make sure you and Remus had a good relationship."

Harry nodded his eyes riveted on the scene before him

Remus lay on the bed, blood flowing freely from a multitude of wounds, new marks on his body to represent his fight with the wolf. Sirius was careful as he cleaned the wounds the wolf had inflicted, flinching each time Remus winced. His hands surprisingly gentle as he bandaged the wounds that would not be healed with spells.

"I owled Harry to let him know you were ok." He spoke conversationally.

"I rather doubt he knows the lunar calendar." The whisper was very faint. "You shouldn't have reminded him."

"No, but Hermione does, and she would tell him. They like you. Ginny told me you were their best teacher and the twins think you were the most fun. Harry and Ron said you made class interesting, especially with the boggart and Hermione said your lessons were always educative. High praise from little Miss Prefect."

A weak chuckle was his answer.

"You were always his favourite you know, Moony. Harry's I mean. When he was small. We... I should have known that you weren't the spy. Harry loved going to you. Made me insanely jealous. He said your name first. And Lily was telling him about how brave and selfless you were right up till the day I last saw them."

"I miss them." Remus whispered.

Sirius gently squeezed an uninjured part of his friend's shoulder. "Me too. We have Harry though, and I will ensure that one day, all of his summer is spent here."

"Only if you promise not to influence him to prank Minerva." Remus murmured as his eyes closed.

"He hates people knowing about the moon you know." Dora said conversationally.

"Yeah, I got that."

The room spun away and they were in a hospital room. The room overflowed with flowers and get well cards. Evidently the patient had been there for far too long. Harry swallowed at the sight of Remus on the bed once more, he was little more than a skeleton.

"Dora?"

Immediately his wife bent over him and rested her hand lightly on his cheek. "Yes, love?"

"Harry…. Would… Would you mind if he came to us? After he finishes at Hogwarts? Molly would welcome him but… He is…" He looked at her, pleading for her to understand.

"I would love that, and so would Teddy. Harry and Hermione can both come." She smiled at him. "For someone who didn't think he would be a good father you seem to be very protective of your 'cubs'." She teased gently.

The stepped back from the pensive and Harry slumped against the desk. "He wasn't trying to replace Sirius." He whispered.

"Nope." Dora squeezed his hand. "I have to go check on him. It's nearly moonset. Get some sleep." She kissed his cheek gently before hurry away.

Harry's shoulders slumped. "He really was too sick wasn't he?" The question was aimed at the portraits.

"He was." James agreed quietly.

"He must hate me."

"Oh hardly." Sirius scoffed. "I lured Snivellus to the Willow and then I called him a traitor and dark creature and he managed to forgive me. Remus is probably the most forgiving person I know."

"Good thing seeing you and James were the worst teenagers ever." Lily smiled. "Harry, sweetheart, Remus will forgive you, he just wants the type of relationship that we all should have had with you growing up."

Harry sighed. "I'm going to bed. Night." He pulled the door closed behind him and stared at the wall opposite him. Had he been so wrong that he had pushed the last parental figure that knew his own parents away?

"Harry?" George stood looking at the shorter man. "Tonks said you might be shell-shocked."

"He must hate me." Harry muttered.

"Remus? Nope. He wants to get to know you but you have been a prat and wouldn't let him."

Harry snorted at the delicacy of the statement. "Why are you here? And why weren't you here yesterday?" Harry looked curious, it seemed to him that a day where George Weasley was not at their house was a strange day indeed.

"Remus won't let me anywhere near him the day before. You have to ask him that one. I was pretty bad after…" He shrugged. "And I couldn't cope seeing him hurting. So, I come the day after the moon and use the very limited amount of Legilimens that Snape taught me to find the good memories in Remus' mind and bring them forward."

"Why couldn't you do that yesterday?"

"They day before the moon they have too much power." George frowned. "Even Snape couldn't help that. I need to go, we only have a few minutes. Harry, get some rest and think what you have seen. Gin is still sick, but you can fire call her." He clapped the younger man's shoulder. "Don't you and Ron burn down my shop tomorrow!" He called over his shoulder as he vanished around a corner and Harry was left to make his way up to his room.

Harry stared out the window as the moon slowly vanished. His hand was clenched around the snitch that had been his father's. The one Remus had given to him not long after he had moved to the Den. His green eyes stared blindly at the glass as he wondered exactly how he could have been so stupid. He sighed heavily and his shoulders slumped. All that was left to do was hope that Remus could forgive him and that they could start again.

He remembered the warmth of the teacher in third year as he taught him the Patronus Charm. The consoling man in fifth year after Sirius was unable to articulate exactly why he and James had been torturing Severus. The man who had held him back from the veil. The man who had threatened the Dursley's to watch themselves with him. The man who had risked his life for Harry again and again.

Harry sank onto the bed and thought to the final battle at Hogwarts. Bellatrix had aimed a Crutiatus at him and before anyone could react Remus had thrown himself into the path of the spell taking the agony before Dora had cast a barrier between her husband and aunt.

Remus who had welcomed him into his home only to be treated like he was Snape's more evil twin.

Remus who Harry wanted nothing more to do then beg forgiveness and have a relationship that was not threatened by war or the mistaken belief that he was his father in every aspect. Remus, the only one who could ever provide such a bond.

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