Two things before you get to the story. The first is Stupid Pottermore! I stay up until 3:30 AM EST and then I wake up this morning and find registration is now closed and it came on an hour after I fell asleep! UGH! I hope the one for tomorrow is a better time for east coast tomorrow. Even around midnight here would be better. And I have a interview tomorrow I can't stay up to late.

Second point, who loves the new movie. McGonagall kicked some butt! Like bringing the statues to life. I also loved Hermione's line "i'll go with you" to Harry, proof of a good friend right there.

Actually one more thing, I'm not to happy with this chapter, that's why it took so long, but I don't know if it was able to express all the feelings the correct way.

Disclaimer: I own nothing that has been copyrighted or trademarked but if something is not I claim it right here and now.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! Someone was knocking rather loudly at the front door. Minerva quickly ran to open it.

"Hello Remus." She said giving the werewolf a big hug. Most people didn't know that they had become very close during their time together in the Order of the Phoenix and that Minerva had been there to help Remus after Lily and James's death, and especially when that was followed by Sirius Blacks betrayal.

"Hello Professor. I can't thank you enough for letting me take Harry for the day. I haven't seen him since he was a baby and…"

"I know Remus, and if you weren't so hard to find maybe you could have seen him earlier." She scolded him.

"I'm sorry but you know how hard it is for me to find a job with my little furry problem. Frankly I'm amazed Professor Dumbledore wanted me to be the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. By the way Minerva, why is Harry staying with you I thought he would be with his relatives?"

"Can you keep a secret?" She said smiling, she trusted Remus completely. He nodded confused. "I have a daughter and she's one of his best friends." Remus looked gobsmacked.

"You… you … you have a …a. daughter?" He said doubtfully.

"She's adopted don't look so shocked." She chuckled at the understanding that dawned on his face. "This is strictly between us by the way. No one knows except for Albus and my family."

"When did you adopt her? If you don't mind me asking."

"Not at all, it was this past Christmas break. She had a very abusive family and I found out so I took her out. And I probably shouldn't say adopted I have guardianship of her and that's all for now."

"Will I get to meet her? She'll be one of my students right?"

"Yes she'll be your student, however you won't get to see her yet. My mother is taking her shopping and they've already left. However you'll get to see her later when you drop Harry off. Be at the leaky cauldron at 3. We're going to collect their school supplies. However I will warn you I will not look like myself. We're meeting up with the Weasley's you remember Molly and Arthur."

"Yes of course."

"Well they don't know that I have custody of Hermione. We're just trying to keep it a secret for now. However Harry and Hermione wanted to go shopping with their friend Ron so I will be in full muggle clothing and praying no one knows it's me."

"Wow, well thank you for trusting me with the secret." The look on his face made it obvious that he didn't believe he deserved the trust.

"No problem but before I can forget, Twinky?" The house-elf appeared. "Can you get Harry and tell him it's time to go."

"Yes Twinky can Mistress." And she popped away.

"Where are you planning on taking Harry?" Minerva asked Remus.

"I thought I'd take him out to eat first and see what he wanted to do. I just want to get to know him and tell him about his parents. If he wants to I might take him to Godric's Hollow but we'll see about that."

"Yes be sure to ask him how he feels about that. Though I know he'd love to see it." Minerva said. "how are you faring considering the recent news."

"I'm fine considering. But I just can't wrap my mind around the fact that Sirius would rat them out. I keep telling myself that something went wrong or Sirius was being controlled anything but what really happened. But considering Peter died…" he trailed off. Minerva patted his arm.

"It is sad, though why little Peter would have tried to take him on. He never was real great at magic." Remus opened his mouth to reply when footsteps on the stairs stopped him. Harry stood at the bottom of the steps staring at them curiously.

"Ah Harry come here." Minerva said calling him over. "This is Mr. Remus Lupin he's an old friend of your fathers and your new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher." Remus smiled at Harry and stuck out his hand which Harry accepted staring at him curiously.

"Nice to meet you sir." He said politely and Remus was just staring at his face in wonder.

"You look just like James except for those eyes those are definitely Lily's eyes." Remus said slightly shocked. It was almost like he was looking at his old friend again. Harry, who had been nervous and shy until that comment, looked back up at Remus again.

"Did you really know my parents?" He asked hopefully.

"I was one of the groomsmen at your father's wedding." Remus said shocking Harry.

"Really when did you become friends? Do I really look like him? What about my mom?" He asked quickly. Both adults chuckled.

"Well how about we go out to an early lunch and I'll answer all your questions. Can we use the floo Professor?"

"It's Minerva now Remus and go ahead. I'll see you later Harry, remember 3 o'clock the leaky cauldron." She added on to Remus. He nodded and pushed Harry towards the fire place.

"Okay the place we're going is called the Three Broomsticks just follow me though." He stepped up into the fireplace. "Three Broomsticks!" and he was gone in a flash of green, with Harry right behind him.

"So where are we going Grandma?" Hermione asked. She had at first been very cautious about going with the old woman. But she had to admit, the woman may have been at odds with her own daughter but, she did seem to like Hermione. They had spent the morning eating breakfast at this pub near where Minerva and her brothers grew up. The bar tender knew Grandma Aurora quite well, Hermione briefly wondered how well, but then she remembered it wasn't any of her business.

"I'm going to take you to get some new clothes. And maybe some other things." Aurora flagged down the knight bus. "Hopefully I remember how to get there the muggle way. I normally just apperate in and out." She pulled out some money and gave it the conductor who introduced himself as Stan Shunpike.

"So where's that?" Hermione asked gripping her seat tightly as the bus took off barreling down the road. This was worse then the rides at Disney.

"St. James Centre, Edinburgh." Hermione was very confused, but she didn't want to talk anymore on this death trap of a bus. After ten minutes it pulled up to the shopping centre and Aurora led her off the bus.

"How are we here already? We couldn't have possibly been going that fast. What about traffic?" Aurora laughed.

"Were your eyes closed?" Hermione nodded. "Well that's why, now lets go shopping." Her words caused Hermione to look up for the first time since she stepped off the bus.

"At a muggle shopping center?" Hermione asked.

"Not every place is muggle shopping. Did you think that Diagon Alley would be the only place for our kind to shop?"

"Well I've heard of Hogsmeade but I've always just heard that Diagon Alley was the best place to go."

"And it is, if you're a student because it has everything you need to shop for Hogwarts. However if you're someone like me, who has no more children Hogwarts age, you start to look for different places to get your shopping done. Come this way." Aurora pushed Hermione towards an outdated advertisement near the bank of Scotland. "And this is how you get in." She said pushing Hermione though the advertisement. Hermione gasped in shock. In a way it was as if they had never left the muggle shopping centre, however that's where the similarities ended. Much like Diagon Alley, many companies had extended their business outside of their store. The passage way was littered with people selling various products. Cauldrons, robes, wand accessories, and to Hermione's great delight a book store. Aurora however lead Hermione down the corridor to a smaller store called graceful designs. Hermione hesitantly followed Aurora in.

"Ah, Aurora McGonagall haven't seen you in a long time darling." An elderly woman walked out from behind the counter and gave Aurora a hug and a kiss.

"Michelle! I didn't think i'd see you here today. How's Anthony?"

"Sulking at home most of the time. Retirement does not suit him at all. I offered him a job here but I think he'd rather be retire then come here all day. Who's this?" The woman asked noticing Hermione for the first time.

"This is my granddaughter Hermione, she needs some proper clothes." This caused Hermione to frown and look at the blouse and skirt she had on. She really liked this outfit. The Michelle lady started circling Hermione with a shrewd eye. "Minerva hasn't gotten her around to get proper robes."

"That's your middle child right?" the woman asked. "I don't think i've ever met her." Michelle said waving a tape measurer at Hermione.

"I highly doubt you've seen her before, she shops in Diagon Alley, and she lives at that school for half the year." Aurora sounded really resentful about that. I wonder why she's so mad about Mum being at school nine months of the year, Hermione wondered. Mum had said Grandma didn't like the fact Minerva worked at a school instead of being an auror but would she really still be that mad?

"Really? She teaches at Hogwarts? She must not make a lot unless things have changed." Michelle said laughing. "Hogwarts was horrible when we went. Do you like having your mother as your teacher?" Michelle asked Hermione.

"Yes she's my favorite teacher." Hermione said softly. What did Hogwarts use to be like, she wondered.

"Aw isn't she sweet." Michelle said. "Alright then Aurora what exactly do you want for the little one?"

"She needs some everyday robes, with some lengthening and self-ironing. I'm thinking a dark green, maybe a red and a blue?" Aurora said. "She has enough black school robes."

"Yes with the dark green, and possibly a dark red, but instead of blue i'm thinking a orange peach color." She started waving her wand and fabric flew over and started measuring Hermione who held her arms out for her. "Anything else Aurora?"

"Maybe a dark green or blue cloak with the temperature adjusting power." She paused. "Hermione dear is their anything else you want?"

"No. Mum got me quite a bit of everyday clothing."

"Alright then Aurora come back in about two hours and I should have them all packed up for you."

"thank you Michelle!" She grabbed Hermione's arm and steered her out. "Come on dear we still have lots to buy."

"Good bye." Hermione said as they left the store. "where are we going next?"

"Where do you want to go?" Aurora asked. Hermione felt a small smile grace her face.

"Could we go to the book store that we passed earlier?" Aurora laughed.

"You are like Minerva, heaven knows how many books she had at your age. Alright lets go get some books!"

"So what do I call you?" Harry finally asked as they finished eating. "Professor Lupin?"

"Oh no! Well i suppose you'll have to call me that in about a week when your back at school, but for now you can just me Remus."

"Remus what are we going to do today?" They had already spent over two hours at Three Broomsticks where Remus had told Harry quite a few stories of not only this father but his mother as well.

"Well I was going to leave that up to you Harry. What would you like to do?" Harry paused he seemed to be really thinking. Remus noticed that he looked rather like Lily when he had a deep thought.

"Could we. . . could we go…" he paused. "Could we go see my parents graves?" Remus's eyes became very downcast. He had expected it, and he knew that Harry deserved to see it, but he had to make sure.

"Are you absolutely positive that you want to go see that Harry? We could always go see it another time." Harry shook his head and looked Remus in the eye.

"I'm absolutely positive, I want to see it, I want to be able to say…" He couldn't finish, but Remus understood. "Alright then, we'll have to apparate there though. Have you ever been side apperated?"

"Yes." He moaned.

"Lets go then." Remus said waving goodbye to Madam Roseamersa. "Hold on tightly Harry." He warned and Harry gripped his arm. They disapperated with a pop. Harry felt his feet slam on hard ground, when he looked up he noticed the rows of cottages that lined both sides of the street, and the number of kids running around in the street. He felt a surge of anger towards Voldemort, if it hadn't been for him he might have been one of these kids running around, and at any moment his mother would call him in for lunch or a drink. He followed Remus silently, as they made their way towards the graveyard that rested next to a small currently empty church.

"This way Harry." Remus said breaking though his thoughts. Harry had been staring at a tombstone that had said Abbott and was briefly wondering if they were related to Hannah. Walking again behind Remus, Harry started to get really nervous. Maybe they should turn back, he didn't have to see this. But I want to, the other voice in his head said. They're my parents I want to see them or at least whats left. He frowned, they deserve it. Remus had come to a stop in front of a huge white marble tombstone and although it had been 12 years the name's shown brightly.

James Potter Lily Potter

Born: March 27 1960 Born: Feburary 1 1960

Died: October 31 1981 Died: October 31 1981

The last enemy to be defeated is death

Harry stared at the tomb silently. He bent down and sat in front of the tomb rubbing his hands over the engraved names. Hi Mum, hi Dad in his mind he pulled up the picture he had seen from the mirror of Erised and he imagined them saying hello back. I probably look at little different now don't I? I'm about to start my third year at Hogwarts, he told them. And i'm staying with my best friend Hermione over the summer she's a lot of fun, much better then the Dursley's anyway. We went to Disney world in Florida in the United States, with Hermione's mum and dad. You might know what that is Mum, Remus told me you were muggle-born. Oh and Professor McGonagall is Hermione's mum, she's been real nice to me as well, she told me some stories of you guys she seemed to have a lot about you dad. She said you were on the Quidditch team as well, she didn't say which position but i'm a seeker. We haven't won the Quidditch cup yet but maybe this year will be our year. I do have one more best friend his name is Ron Weasley, he went to Egypt with his family this summer. Mr. Weasley won some wizard lottery, so they all went on a well deserved vacation. They're a really big family but they're really nice I was at their house last summer that was fun as well. Harry rubbed the tears away from his face. I wish I could have known you guys, I met your friend Remus today. He's been telling me some stories and he brought me here. I wish I could have come sooner. Remus is going to be our defense against the dark arts teacher this year, I think he's going to be a better teacher then our past two. Harry wasn't sure how long he sat there, he told them all about his life at Hogwarts, describing his first and second year, his friends, and even Hedwig to his parents. Then he just sat for how long he didn't know. When he finally stood up he noticed Remus was crying as well.

"Do you miss them a lot?" Harry asked him wiping away his own tears. Remus put his arm around Harry's shoulder.

"Almost every day." And Remus waved his wand creating two lilies and handing one to Harry. Harry bent down again and placed it on the grave. I have to go now Mum and Dad, i'll be back soon. Harry let Remus lead him out of the graveyard and when they were far enough away Remus gave Harry a hug. "I gets better cub I promise." Harry nodded into his shirt and after a while looked up.

"Cub?" Remus gave him a ghost of a smile.

"It's what I use to call you as a baby."

"What did I call you?" Harry asked. They were walking again.

"Uncle Moony, or rather uncle mooy." Remus smiled again. "You couldn't quite pronounce Moony. It was my nickname." He said seeing the question on Harry's face. "Do you mind if we sit for a bit Harry? It's rather hot out here and i'm afraid i'm not feeling well."

"Sure." Harry said sitting down next to Remus on a little bench next to a war memorial. Harry looked closer at the memorial and was shocked when it changed in front of him. He glanced at Remus who seemed not to be noticing the new change in the memorial. Harry looked at it closer and saw that it was of three people, a couple and a baby, Harry was about to turn to Remus and ask who it was when he realized who it was. It was strange seeing a version of himself as a baby but also without the scar on his forehead. He stared at the faces until Remus got back up. Remus had been staring at the ground the whole time so Harry was quite sure that he hadn't noticed that Harry had been staring at the statue.

"Come on there's one more thing that we should go see while we're here." Remus admitted leading him down another street he stopped and looked up. Harry gasped loudly. They were in front of his old house, part of the top room, he supposed that this was his old bedroom, was blown up and their was a gapping hole in the side of the house.

"This was our house?" Harry asked shocked. He hadn't expected to see his old house. He had always imagined that someone had rebuilt it and someone else lived in it now.

"It's been left in it's ruined state as a memory of what happened that night." Remus explained to him, even though the sign that popped up a second later explained just that.

"Can we go in?" Harry asked.

"it's technically your house we could go in if you wanted to." Remus explained. It didn't feel like his house. It felt like a distant memory, an old friend who had moved away and you hadn't seen in years. The only thing that he thought of when he thought of home was Hogwarts not this ruined cottage.

"Is there anything in there?" Harry asked. Surely the house had been ransacked when the attack happened.

"I believe everything is still in there. The day after the attack professor Dumbledore came and placed wards around it protecting the inside of the house and allowing only you to get into the house. We didn't need people selling artifacts." He sounded disgusted.

"Would you come in with me?" Harry asked.

"I don't think I could Harry. Because of the ward and even if I could get in I don't think i'd like to see it. I want to remember what it was." Harry had no such worries about that. He had no memory of the house itself, but he hoped to find something of his parents, pictures or something. After all they were his right? Remus had said he owned the house now. Harry slowly pushed the gate open and walked up to the door. At his touch the door swung open as if recognizing him, and right away he was covered in dust. The once beautiful entryway had been covered in 12 years worth of dust. A staircase was in front of him but he didn't take the stairs instead he turned right and walked into what must have been the living room. He saw an abandoned baby chair, his baby chair, sitting next to an old blue couch. Their was a green sweater draped over the back of the couch and there was a stick sitting on the couch. He walked though another entryway into the kitchen, there was proof that a child use to live here. There was an old eighties style high chair next to table with a sippy cup with snitches and brooms flying around it. There was also a refrigerator in the corner, he supposed that his parents, like Dumbledore, enjoyed using muggle technology as well as wizarding. He picked up the cup and stared at it, racking his brain to see if there was anything he could remember from it. Nothing. He moved on. He retreated back into the leaving room and headed to the stairs. There at last he found something.

Lining the wall beside the stairs were pictures. Lots of pictures, more then Harry even had in his photo album. And they varied from each picture, most were of his parents, some he noticed were duplicates of the one's he had in the photo album Hagrid gave him. Others however he had never seen before. There were pictures of his father with a group of boys in Hogwarts robes, his mother standing next to a young woman who looked a lot like Neville, and then pictures of him. Lots of pictures of him as a baby with his parents or in some cases just him. One picture caught his eye, it was of baby Harry flying around on a broomstick that skimmed the floor, his mother was beside him laughing as a pair of legs, he assumed his fathers, chased him around. He took this picture and some others off the walls, he took the frames off and carefully placed the pictures into the bag he had brought with him. He continued upstairs, and entered his parents bedroom. Everything in this room appeared untouched by time as well. There were more pictures of baby Harry in this room but Harry wasn't interested in these. He could take a picture of himself anytime. He picked around the bedroom, looked in the closets, and even picked under the bed. Nothing of real interest except for clothes and he didn't really feel like going though his parents clothes.

Harry knew there was one place left to look, his old bedroom and here he got very nervous. He had almost died in this room, he believed his mother had died in the room. But just like with the rest of the house he had this unwavering desire to see it. Harry walked down the hall to his bedroom, it was easy enough to find. Little bits of plaster and rubble lined the hallway leading up to the room. He entered the room and saw all the destruction. The room itself must have been a cute little room at one point painted bright blue with a quidditch theme all around. However the rubble that incased the room damped this significantly. The hole in the roof, the crib partially destroyed, plaster peeling from the wall as if it was paint. Harry walked in slowly, fearing slightly that the room could fall in on him. But, said the Hermione like voice in his head, surely if it was going to fall in it would have already done so, there's probably magic holding it up. He saw toys littering the area, old stuffed animals, a couple children's books, a comfortable looking rocking chair. Hermione would probably like a chair like that, he thought. He walked over to the stuffed animals and began picking though them. He eventually settled on two, a small deer animal and a stuffed golden snitch. The later was obvious the fact that probably his father had bought that for him planning on him to being interested in Quiddich. The former he didn't know why he picked it up, it just felt right to pick it up. He also picked up a small blue blanket that sat in the corner of the crib, it had H.J.P. sewn into it. Harry didn't really know why he picked this up either, but maybe it was because they were from his parents. Proof that they had once been here and given these to him. It was the same as the pictures, they were proof that Lily and James had held him and loved him. He rubbed his eyes again and fled the room.

On his way out he passed the living room again and the stick on the couch caught his eye. Pulling it out of the couch his eye's widened in shock. This wasn't a stick at all, it was a wand. His mother or father's wand. He immediately started looking for the other, eventually finding it in the kitchen on the floor partially underneath a set of drawers. He stashed them both in his bag and headed out to meet Remus. Remus stood up from the ground as Harry walked out and gave him a sad smile.

"Find everything you were looking for?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"How do you feel?" Remus said searching his face.

"I feel fine." Harry paused briefly. "Does it? does it sound odd that I feel better, now that I have some idea of them?" Remus smiled at him.

"Not at all, if anything it means you're very wise Harry."

"I don't feel very wise." Harry told him. "I just wish I had a chance to know them."

"I wish you did as well." Remus said softly. "Ready to go? She may be my colleague now but I know better then to be late in the presence of Minerva McGonagall." Harry smiled at him.

"Sure but before we go can you look at something for me?" Harry reached into the bag and pulled out the blanket and the deer. "Can you tell me who gave this to me?" Harry asked. Remus looked close to tears as he picked up the deer.

"Well this is Prongs, your father gave him to you the day you were born. You carried this thing around with you everywhere." He handed it back to Harry. "Now the blanket i'd recognize anywhere. Your mother made you that. When she was pregnant with you, she took up knitting and was obsessed with being the first person to give you a blanket. She actually made a hobby of it. I've got a small blanket at my house that she made." Remus handed that back to him as well. "Anything else you want me to identify?" Harry though briefly of the wands but shook his head.

"No i'm fine now, lets go meet my friends at Diagon Alley."

I hope you all like the chapter. I'm sorry it was so long ago that I updated. I just had a hard time getting this chapter out. So in honor of today being J. birthday and Harry's it felt right to post it today, as this chapter does focus a lot on Harry. Please review and tell me what you think.