The days Harry spent at the Weasley's passed quickly, and he was slowly getting better at Quidditch, but the Wizengamot vote at the end of the week had loomed over everything. It was now Friday and since Molly had left to go to the chamber Harry hadn't been able to think straight.

Harry and Ron were at in the Burrow's kitchen, around one of Arthur's radios, of which he apparently had many.

…Our runner has come back and were looking at six abstentions, Longbottom, Greengrass, Malfoy, Parkinson, Bulstrode, Ollivander. We'll be able to announce the result in full in just a moment...

Six abstentions, was that good? Harry wasn't sure, his thoughts wouldn't arrange themselves.

…So we have ten votes against, Abbott, Prewett, Weasley, Black, Avery, Lestrange, Nott, Shacklebolt, Carrow, Flint. And in favour…

Harry saw Ron's face drop, the boy was clearly better than Harry at maths, and Harry felt the dread come up through his stomach.

…Eleven. Crouch, Fawley, Macmillan, Shafiq, Slughorn, Selwyn, Burke, Yaxley, Rowle, Rosier, Travers. So with that the motion passes, the Wizengamot has given permission and so now it's up to the Ministry if they want to actually deport Mr. Zabini, but seeing as they requested this hearing it seems unlikely…

Harry tuned the radio out, feeling at incredibly sick and utterly numb.

'Harry…' Ron said, but he ignored the ginger boy. Harry pushed his chair back from the table, and fled the room.

It was Sirius that found him in the end, lying on Ron's bed in the dark.

'How are you Harry?' He asked as he crouched beside his adopted son.

'I don't know why I care so much.' Harry replied in an empty tone, as he stared up at the ceiling.

'It's good to care for your friends Harry, I mean, this is a big thing.' Sirius said, somewhat lamely.

'I'm just thinking about how devastated Blaise will be, he was barely coherent when he found out, now he'll… dead.'

'Dumbledore has said that until he is adopted by someone else or until he reaches seventeen Blaise will be a ward of Hogwarts, he won't have to go with his Father.'

'I think he might have preferred to go with him.' Harry continued in the same neutral tone. 'But yeah, that's good I suppose.'

'What should we do Harry?' Sirius asked, uncertain.

'Take me to Grimmauld Place, Aunt Petunia wouldn't understand.'

It wasn't until Sunday that he saw Remus, his Uncle had only came home late on Saturday and Harry had been busy moping anyway.

'Hey, Remus.' Harry said, still sounding pretty morose but doing his best to hide it. He had found the man in the living room, sinking into a finely appointed armchair. Harry sat in a nearby one and was nearly swallowed up by it, there was laughter Remus' eyes as Harry shuffled around trying to sit properly.

'How are you Harry?'

'Bad, but I don't want to talk about it.'

'Is there something you wanted to talk about?' Remus offered. Harry thought he would really make a good dad, he knew the right things to say.

'Sirius told you that I know?'

'He did.' Remus' face looked tight, as if holding in nerves.

'It's not a problem!' Harry said, waving his hand and shuffling around on his seat in a manner which nearly led to him sinking back into the chair. 'I mean its a problem to the degree to which it sucks for you, but otherwise I don't care.'

Remus smiled.

'Sirius had reassured me of such, but it's nice to hear it from you. Do you have some questions?'

'Yeah, definitely!' Harry said definitively. 'Where do you go, you know, transform?'

'I generally go to somewhere very out of the way. Sirius still comes with me sometimes but with the Wolfsbane potion my transformations are of little consequence compared to my younger years. Sirius pays for them, and our dear friend Severus brews them.'

'Really?' Harry asked, perplexed.

'Really.' Remus replied. 'He only does it because Dumbledore tells him to and Sirius pays through the nose, but for a man like Severus even making a potion like that is not so hard. Anyway the stuff keeps, he just spends one day making it during Summer and then doles it out '

'Huh.' Now onto to more sensitive questions, Harry thought. 'Is this why you don't want to get married?'

Remus nodded.

'Among other reasons reasons Harry, yes. There's a chance for Lycanthropy to be passed onto your children, which is not something I'd risk no matter how small the chance is.'

'Getting married isn't always about having kids.' Harry said, he was relatively confident of this.

'That's true Harry, but it does rather make me less of a catch, and I am already a man in his thirties who lives with his best friend, a notorious aristocrat. Considering our population situation childless marriages are very much looked down upon, few witches would be able to overlook the level of social pressure that comes with it.'

'Well… we've got to get you legal one way or another Remus, imagine all the crap me and Sirius would buy if we went to Diagon Alley without you!'

'I'm sure if Dumbledore comes across a witch with no desire for children, who wishes to marry an unemployed werewolf, he'll tell me Harry. Did you have any other questions?'

'Er…' Harry imagined that the story of how Remus ended up being a werewolf wouldn't be a funny nice one, and he'd already asked him about the marriage thing. 'No, that's all.'

Remus raised his eyebrows.

'I became a werewolf when I was a child, I was attacked by an adult werewolf.' He stated plainly.

'Ah, okay. Thanks for telling me.'

'No problem Harry, thank you for not caring.'