Hey guys! I know it's been a while but I'm going to try and update a lot in the next week or so to make up for the fact that it's been so long.

Disclaimer: I borrowed Harry, Remus, Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley. They actually belong to J.K Rowling.

Remus and Elizabeth left the school and headed out into the parking lot. Elizabeth reached into her purse for her keys and then stopped.

"Should we take your car or mine?" She asked. Remus hesitated for a moment and then answered,

"I think yours is fine. If you don't mind driving."

"I don't mind." She said, "But are you sure? We can take your car. I really don't care."

"Actually Elizabeth, I don't have a car." He admitted. She looked shocked.

"You don't have a car?"

"Nope."

"How do you get to work?" She asked incredulously.

"I" he paused. The truth was that he apparated but he wasn't about to tell her that. "I walk." He answered eventually. "It's not that far."

"It's cold though." She said. "And it's snowing."

"Oh I don't mind the cold. I think it's refreshing." He smiled at her. She shook her head.

"You're crazy." She said, laughing.

As they got into her car another thought seemed to strike her.

"You can drive though, right?" She asked.

"Erm, well, no, actually." Remus said awkwardly.

"Why not?"

"I guess I just never needed to learn." He said truthfully. Elizabeth put her key into the ignition and didn't say anything.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked her.

"You're just surprising, that's all." She answered.

"Uh-oh," He said, "Is surprising good?" She thought about it for a moment.

"Yeah," she said smiling, "I like that about you."

They drove the rest of the way in silence. Elizabeth was still worrying about what she was going to say to Dursely's and Remus was wondering if he was finally going to meet Harry. He wanted so desperately to see Harry again after nine years. Although he wasn't his father, or even his godfather, Remus loved Harry with his whole heart. He thought of him like a nephew, indeed he had always been "Uncle Remus" to the one year old, and thinking about the days they had all spent together made him smile.

Elizabeth glanced up at the GPS.

"What's the house number?" She asked. Remus looked at the address she had written down.

"Four." He said, "Number four Privet drive. She slowed the car down peering at the house numbers.

"One, two, three, there- four." She put the car in park and turned it off. Remus went to get out of the car but stopped when he noticed she hadn't moved.

"You ok?" He asked.

"I don't know if I can do this." She admitted.

"Of course you can," he reassured her, "Why would you even think that?"

"These people, they're irrational and mean. After the last parent teacher conference I thought that if I never talked to them again that would be too soon. I'm just so afraid that I'm not going to be able to get through to them and poor Harry is going to be stuck where he is." Remus turned and looked her right in the eye.

"Look at me, right at me. You can do this. You are smart, confident, very capable, and I know that you care about Harry. Just remember that you're doing the right thing okay? And even if they don't listen no one can say that you didn't try." She took a deep breath.

"I guess you're right. Okay, let's do this."

They stepped out of the car and walked up passed the perfectly manicured lawn to the front door. Elizabeth took another deep breath and rang the doorbell. From inside they could hear someone yell,

"Mu-um! Door!" Remus and Elizabeth looked at each other. The front door opened and there stood Petunia Dursley. Remus was shocked by how little she resembled Lily. He had been expecting red hair or green eyes or something that would lead you to believe that this woman was Lily's sister. Instead she was very blonde and her cold eyes held none of Lily's warmth or love.

"Can I help you?" She asked. Elizabeth forced a smile.

"Mrs. Dursley, hi. You probably remember me. I'm Dudley and Harry's teacher Elizabeth Anderson."

"I remember." She said cooley. "The one who had nothing good to say about my son." Elizabeth's smile faltered for a second and Remus cut in. He held out his hand.

"I'm Remus Lupin, I'm another teacher at the school. May we come in?" Petunia hesitated for a second and then pushed the door open wider so that they could enter.

"Thank you." He said.

Inside they could hear the television blaring and could smell a roast in the oven. Petunia showed them to the living room and they all sat down awkwardly. Remus noticed that, although there were lots of pictures of Dudley all over the walls, there was no evidence that Harry lived there at all.

"Your home is lovely," Elizabeth said. Petunia cut her off.

"What do you want?" she asked rudely.

"Excuse me?" Elizabeth asked.

"What do you want?" She said again. "Why are you here? Did the boy get in trouble again? God, they usually just call."

"Do you mean Harry?" Elizabeth asked. "No Harry hasn't done anything wrong. On the contrary he's doing extraordinarily well. That's why Remus and I are here. We want to move Harry into an accelerated program for reading and math. He mentioned that you and your husband were less than enthusiastic about the idea so we thought we might come and explain it to you a little better." Petunia snorted.

"Less than enthusiastic? Got that right. As far as I'm concerned the boy can just stay where he is."

"But Mrs. Dursley this is an amazing opportunity! Don't you want Harry to do well?" Petunia shrugged.

"Can I be frank with you?" she asked leaning forward a little. Remus and Elizabeth just looked at each other. Petunia continued but she had lowered her voice. "We took the boy in because we had to. I don't really care whether he does well or not. I care that he stays out of trouble and that he doesn't do anything," she paused, "unnatural. Do you understand?"

"But," Elizabeth spluttered looking shocked, "if he does this than he could be in honors classes for the rest of his school career. He could get scholarships to go to university and all sorts of things. I know it doesn't seem like it, but this decision could have an impact on his entire future. Not to mention that he'll be with kids that think the same way he does and so he'll enjoy learning so much more. Don't you want that for him? Don't you want what's best for him?"

Petunia simply shrugged again and Remus cut in.

"I know you don't care," he said slowly, "But don't you think his parents would want this for him?" Petunia turned her cold eyes on him slowly and gave him the most murderous look he had ever seen. When she spoke her voice was positively shaking with anger.

"Well unfortunate for all of us they're dead and I'm stuck taking care of their son. So don't come at me with that whole 'holier than thou' attitude because you have no idea what you're talking about. Don't you ever talk to me about the boy's parents ever again. Do I make myself clear?" Remus nodded, trying hard to conceal his emotion from his face. How dare this woman talk to him like that? As if there was a single wizarding family that wouldn't give their right arms for a chance to raise Harry Potter, as if he didn't mourn for Lily and James every single day, and as if he didn't already love Harry himself." His thoughts broke off as Elizabeth spoke again.

"Please Mrs. Dursely I implore you. Sign the form or I will continue to badger you until you do. I know you don't care about Harry's education but I do. I care a lot. Will you please just sign the form?"

Petunia Dursley looked back and forth between the two of them as if trying to decide which one she hated more.

"Fine." She spat out finally, her words dripping with venom. "I'll sign your damn form." Remus and Elizabeth both breathed a sigh of relief. Elizabeth handed her the form and Remus dug out a pen. In the busyness of the moment, no one noticed a small black haired boy slip away from the door where he had been eavesdropping, listening to every word that they said.

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