Nadasnape: Well, The next gen marauders are as good as their fathers. So I think it will be more like Snape's life becoming hell if he crosses them

Inflomora Notoris: Oh, you should! Even if none of them is a werewolf, they have Harry Potter, the magnet of problems. Life is going to be interesting for Hogwarts students.

Sb-Thank you!

Harrystwinsister: Here' more!

Chapter 4-The talks

Remus first decided to go to the Dursleys. After all, they were the ones who would need most talking.

As Harry lead him into a well-kept house, Remus could only say that these people were far too normal for their own good.

"Boy, is that you?" Remus heard a bellowing voice.

"Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry said, rolling his eyes. He turned to Remus and smiled warmly. "Please come in Mr Lupin."

As they entered the Living room, Remus saw the spotless place. James would have died a thousand deaths living in such a clean place.

"Who are you?"

Remus turned to came face to face with Petunia Dursley. This woman was nothing like her sister.

"Hello Mrs Dursley. My name is Remus Lupin and I am Harry's apparent guide to the magical world."

At hearing the word magical, Petunia and Vernon began rambling something which made no sense to Harry. But Remus was able to understand it all, so he turned to Harry and smiled. "Please go and wait up in your room. I will come there to explain everything."

Harry obliged.

He walked into his room and sat down on the bed, waiting for Mr Lupin to come up.

Seconds ticked away and minutes became long. Harry waited, but the lack of noises from downstairs made Harry uncomfortable. After waiting a lot, Harry finally decided to go down. As he opened the door, he saw Remus standing there.

"Ah, I was just about to knock. May we sit down?"

Harry immediately ran in and brought his study chair for Remus. He himself sat down on the bed and looked at Peter's dad curiously.

"Harry," he began, "What do you know about your parents death?"

Harry gulped. Whenever he asked Aunt Petunia about is parents, she would mumble something about a car crash and then say, 'Don't ask questions'.

"They died in a car crash when I was a baby." Muttered Harry, not really sure if Remus could hear him. "That's why I have this scar on my forehead."

"Wrong."

Harry looped up confused at the sandy haired man.

"James and Lily Potter were one of the bravest and best people ever. They died trying to save you from Voldemort."

"Who?"

Remus sighed. "Voldemort. Harry, ten years ago, there was a bad wizard who wanted to kill everyone who were against him. Your parents were one of them. So he decided to kill you and your parents ." Taking a deep breath, he continued, "When he came to your house, he killed your father, J-James and then your mother, L-Lily. When he tried to kill you, he disappeared himself instead. Ever since, you are famous in the wizarding world as the Boy-who-lived."

"I am famous?" Harry asked, shocked.

Remus nodded solemnly.

"And I am a wizard?" he asked slowly. Remus nodded.

"Are you one too? Can you show me some magic?"

Smiling at the boy's excitement, Remus whipped out his wand and waved it on Harry's table. Immediately, it turned into one of the best tables Harry had ever seen, instead of the half broken one he used.

"Whoa!"

"Indeed." Remus chuckled. "I must take my leave now Harry. I will come tomorrow to take you to shopping."

"But sir, " Harry suddenly said, "Uncle Vernon won't pay. I was going to the local high school because he didn't want to spend on me."

Harry saw as Remus took deep breath and then smiled again. "No worries Harry. Your parents have left enough for you."

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Remus entered a dingy house, following Anna. A girl he never knew existed.

"Grandma?"

"In here Anna!"

Anna turned to smile at Remus and led him inside. It wasn't hard to spot Mrs Pettigrew. It had been years since Remus last saw her.

"Grandma," said Anna, "This is Mr Lupin. He would like to talk to you."

Mrs Pettigrew looked up and whispered. "Mr Lupin? Remus, is that you?"

Remus smiled. Mrs Pettigrew was nothing like Mrs Potter when it came to being the mother hen. But she doted on all three of them for choosing Peter as a friend.

"Hello Mrs Pettigrew."

"Oh!" The old woman exclaimed and began sobbing. She turned to Anna and asked, "Did you get the letter?"

Anna, confused with whatever was happening, whispered, "Yes Grandma."

"Oh!" Mrs Pettigrew wiped away a tear and stood up. "Come sit Remus. I'll get tea. Ginger, isn't it?"

"Yes Mrs Pettigrew," Remus smiled, "but unfortunately, I have just come here to ask for your permission to take Anna to Diagon Alley tomorrow."

"Why not!" said Mrs Pettigrew. "I am far too old. Had it not been for my lovely granddaughter, I know we wouldn't have survived. After Peter…" her voice trailed off.

Remus forced himself not to remember his old friend. For Mrs Pettigrew's own good, she was never told that who was responsible for Peter's death. She was already ill when it happened.

"Well." She said, shaking her head. "Sure, you have my permission. Drop by sometimes Remus, it gets lonely."

"Of course." He said. With a nod, he left, Anna on his trail.

As they exited, Anna looked at Remus confused and asked, "You knew my father?"

"We were in the same year." Answered Remus. The less the children knew, the better. He didn't want his son to have another reason to hate him. Remus would tell him, of course, but not until he was of proper age.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow." He said and Anna nodded. With the last word, Remus disapperated to the orphanage.

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When Remus entered the orphanage, he was surprised to see the matron talking with a pink-haired girl.

"Excuse me?" he interrupted, seeing the girl was taking far too long. "I am here to talk about Alphard Black."

"So am I!" the pink haired girl exclaimed. "You must be Remus. Remember me? 'Cause I remember you!"

Remus searched his head for a pink-haired witch. Then it hit him. A cousin of Sirius.

"Nymphadora?"

The matron's eyes widened in amusement and the girl scrunched up her nose. "I prefer Tonks." She replied curtly.

"Of course." Remus nodded. He wondered what he would do if he had a name like that.

Remus turned his attention to the matron and said, "Alphard is going to a special school in Scotland, where his family before him has gone. He would be gone for most of the year and only return back for summer."

"How come you have never come here before if you know Alphard? And what is he doing in an orphanage if he has relatives?" the matron asked, clearly confused.

Before Remus could answer, Tonks said, "Well, his mother didn't particularly like us. SO, you know, will and stuff."

The matron seemed to understand this and nodded. "All right." She said. "I would rather like a much more elaborate introduction to this school, since one of my own is going there."

"Absolutely." Said Remus. "But we need to take Alphard for his sopping tomorrow. I hope you don't mind?"

Matron looked at him as if saying 'DO I have a choice?'

"And can we talk to him now?"

"Yes." She replied. She led the two to Alphard's room and shooed other children out.

Alphard, meanwhile, was looking with interest at Tonks. As the last child ran away, he asked, "Are you my cousin?"

"Yup!" she said, popping the 'p'. "The name's Tonks."

Alphard snorted. "What kind of name is Tonks?"

"It's better than her real name." said Remus. "We need to talk Alphard. Please sit down."

Alphard did so. Something told him that this was not a man he wanted to cross.

As everybody sat down, Remus asked, "What do you know about your family?"

"Umm, my mother is in coma, but I can't visit her. My Grandmother was a witch, like literally and figuratively and I don't have a slightest clue about my father."

Remus and Tonks exchanged a look. This was going to be difficult.

Before Remus could say something, Tonks, interrupted. "Alphard, your father is in prison."

Alphard looked at Remus for confirmation, who was lost in thought.

"Ok." He said.

"Okay?" Asked Remus, looking at the boy as if he had spoken a forbidden word. "That's it?"

"Well," said Alphard, "I don't know him at all. The way wit which se spoke means he isn't coming out anytime soon. SO I have nothing to do with him. Why should I worry?"

There was utter silence in the room, till Tonks said, "Black is one of the dark families in the wizarding world."

"So I'll make it a light family." Alphard shrugged.

Remus and Tonks another look, and then began chuckling.

"Alphard Black," Remus said in between of his chuckles. "You are one of a kind."

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When Remus finally got back to Arabella's house, Peter was nowhere in sight. He entered the dining room to see Arabella laying two plates.

"Where's Peter?"

"He didn't want to eat." She said, disapproval clear in her voice.

Remus shook his head and walked to Peter's room. Gently knocking on the door, he peeped in.

Peter was busy scribbling something away in his notebook.

"Peter?"

Peter immediately stopped writing and hid the notebook, then looking up.

"May I come in?"

Peter nodded, uncertain. Remus closed the door behind him and crashed on the bed. Peter turned to face Remus.

"Why are you not eating?"

"I don't want to."

Remus sighed. "Peter, you are a growing boy, you need to eat."

"I'll eat if you tell me why you left."

Remus looked up to see Peter looking determined, angry and frustrated.

"Peter," Remus whispered, "I can't. Not now."

"So when?" Peter demanded.

"When you turn fourteen."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Father and son looked at each other, trying to understand each other. This was the longest conversation they had had in four years.

"Peter, let's eat. Please."

Peter nodded and followed Remus. For all he knew, this might be the last time he ate with his father before he disappeared again.

Not much happening here, but we get to know a bit more about each of the four. So, any ting I missed? Anything I need to get better?

Next chapter, Diagon Alley!