Sirius knocked gingerly on the door to the bedroom his Godson had been occupying. He hated that Harry had taken to wasting his summer locked inside this room, though he did not blame him. The boy was understandably angry, and hurting, and confused about nearly everything. But Sirius wanted to fix it. He loved both Harry and Remus as if they were his own son and brother, and he hated that they were at odds, even if it was for a good reason. He waited for an answer from the other side of the door before he stepped inside.

"Hey." Sirius said quietly, getting a feel for the mood Harry was in before he fully entered.

"Hmm" Harry grunted a reply. He was curled into a tight ball, hugging his knees, sitting on the window seat looking down on the old, overgrown garden. Hermione's cat was chasing gnomes, who were trying to hide in various clusters of weeds but failing to avoid the watchful eye of the feline. However the twilight was setting in, and the light would soon give the gnomes a slight edge over the cat.

"How you feeling today?" He ask, seating himself down on the chair nearest to where Harry was perched. Harry did not answer, but he gave a shrug and looked up at Sirius. Sirius had to struggle to hold back his reaction, as Harry's face had changed a bit, structure wise, in the past few days; all due to the the lack of blood magic holding him to the Potter family. He now looked very much like Remus and James' faces at fifteen had been blurred and combined. "Do you feel like talking for a bit?" Sirius ask gently.

"Whatever." Harry shrugged again, tucking back down into himself, his face half hidden behind his arms, which rested around his legs.

"Look-" Sirius sighed. "I know this is shit, okay?" He started, and Harry cut his bright greens eyes back to the other wizard, watching him as he spoke. "But you have so little of the story, it is just- Its complicated. But Moony- Moony loves you. I mean... We all do. But he's your dad, Harry. And you're loosing time with him- and having lost so much already, maybe you want to-"

"James is my dad." Harry interrupted.

"Fine, then your father. Because he is. Like it or not. And he would kill, steal or die for you, boy. The love and selflessness that went into him giving you up- Gods I cannot even fathom. And to carry a pain like that, all these years, helpless. Fuck." He cursed under his breath.

"Figures you'd take his side." Harry spat, scowling.

"Excuse me?" Sirius said, taken aback.

"Everyone always takes anyone else's side but mine." He clarified.

"Bullshite, boy. And you know it." Sirius said, feeling his anger and frustration with the child before him rise, his face growing hot. "You're so caught up in your 'own side' that you can't see that this was all for you." Sirius stood and moved to exit the room. "I'll be 'round, if you decide to try and act like the sweet young man I know you can be. Come find me then, we have a lot to talk about yet." And with this, Sirius took his exit.

Harry stared at the door where his Godfather had just been standing, angry more now with himself than anyone else. Sirius' words kept rolling over and over in his head, and he knew that the older man was right- be he decided to take a moment and get his temper in check before going after him.

Remus could not make his mind focus, even if there was little to nothing happening at the moment. He sat, back to a brick wall outside a pub that the Order knew to be frequented by some of the lower ranking and looser lipped Death Eaters, so every night the Order had a few members posted outside, cloaked with a simple glamor charm that hid them and kept their voices from being heard, all while letting them observe.

Tonight, Remus was paired with Sirius' younger cousin, Nymphadora Tonks.

To Remus, this young witch was an enigma.

He had never, ever seen her in a bad mood. Which seemed to him to be odd, considering her job, and the foul things that Molly sometimes had them do to try and get Grimauld Place into a more livable and less gloomy shape. She almost always seemed to be humming, whether or not she was even aware of this, Remus was not sure. But she had an air about here that reminded him of the first blossoms of spring, when the wind brings the smells of the sweet pollen in after being without them all winter. It was no wonder she liked to keep her hair bright pink- It was almost the only thing that actually looked natural on her.

Nymphadora, or Tonks, as she preferred, seemed to pick up on his troubles.

"So?" She ask, breaking the silence they'd been holding. "Want to talk about it?" She offered, looking over at her partner for the evening. Remus stared straight ahead.

"We're meant to be listening for information that can be of use." Remus reminded her.

"I warded the perimeter to light this up-" she held a small glass orb up to show Remus as she spoke, "If anyone crosses into it. And the door to the pub has bells, so we'll know if someone comes out."

"You have this whole stakeout business rather down pat, don't you?" He ask, not being able to hide the smile that came from his amusement.

"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Tonks echoed Alastor Moody's well known phrase, and Remus remembered she was trained as an Auror under him.

"Fair enough." Remus conceded. "However, no. I don't feel much like talking about it." He said, finally answering her question.

"I'm sure he'll come around." Tonks offered, her face and voice softening. She hesitated for a moment, and gently laid her hand on his shoulder. Remus stiffened at this contact.

"I'm not so sure he will." Remus groaned, then he froze for a moment, and looked over at Tonks. "How did- Does the entire Order know?" He felt his face growing red and his heart race. Tonks shrugged, removing the hand she'd laid on him in comfort.

"Mostly, I suppose. Mad-Eye told me, then Sirius and I talked a bit more about it. I don't know if it has gotten too far outside of that, but..." She trailed off. "Its gonna come to light eventually." She reminded him.

"I'm worried about what the Prophet will do with it." Remus growled. Tonks' paled a bit at the thought of that.

"Oh." She nodded. "Yeah."

Silence fell over them, and Tonks felt horrible for even mentioning the situation. She wondered if there was a better, more tactful way to bring it up, or if she should apologize for speaking up at all. She was not given too much time to wonder on this before the orb in her lap began to glow pale blue. She held it up for Remus to see, and they both stood from their spot against the wall and peaked around the corner. Two men were headed to the pub door, one in a muggle style rain coat and hat, the other in a hooded sweat shirt with the hood up around his face, neither giving mind to how warm the night was.

"Hmm." Tonks hummed. "Bit toasty, those two." She commented.

"It is odd, eh?" He agreed. "Lets hope they have enough of a drink to not make this a wasted evening."

"Or..." Tonks offered, stepping back, "I could go in." She wrinkled her nose and her face changed, growing a bit rounder and fuller, her skin paler than before. She closed her eyes and her nose and eye shape changed, then her hair- long and platinum blonde. She lost about five inches in height, an added a small mole above her upper lip. "What do you think?" She ask, holding her arms out and giving him a turn to show the transformation off. Remus shook his head.

"That outfit is a huge give off, I'm afraid." He said, nodding to her clothes. She looked down at her jeans, which had tears purposely over the knees, and a patch where there was no hole. She had on a pale green tshirt and a denim vest with various rock band buttons and patches on it as well.

"That's a fair point, Wolvie." she nodded, ignoring the eye roll she earned when she called Remus 'Wolvie'. She took her wand from her boot and swirled it over her head, her clothes changing into a simple mid-sleeve, tea length black dress. She then transfigured her boots into a pair of black pumps. "Better?"

"You almost look the part." Remus said, bending down and finding a stone. He squeezed it in his hand and after a 'crack' and a bit of light he opened his hand and held out an amethyst pendent on a long chain. Her eyes grew wide and she took it and pulled it over her head.

"That was impressive." She commented. "Thank you!"

"It was nothing, I assure you." Remus replied. "But I've never seen a pureblood witch without a piece of statement jewelry. Consider it a good luck charm." He added. "I think you'll blend right in."

"Thanks!" She called back, exiting their glamor charm and heading to the pub door. Remus chuckled to himself as he watched her trip slightly as she stepped up to the door, clearly not used to the heel on the shoes. He muttered a spell and shot it at her feet to keep her stable when she entered the pub, then retook his position to wait for her to return or signal for him.

It was late when Remus finally returned to back to headquarters, after having walked Tonks back to her flat. He was not expecting that Sirius and Harry would be waiting up on him, but he was a bit relieved they were.

"Evening, Mate." Sirius greeted, overly cheerful as he did. "I made tea!"

"Er- Thanks." He said awkwardly, sitting down on the other side of the table from where Harry and Sirius both sat. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah mate. We're good." Sirius said, staring Harry down as he spoke. Remus, too, looked at Harry, noticing he could see more of himself in the boy, just as Dumbledore had said.

"Hmm." Remus hummed, feeling suspicious of their behavior.

"So, Harry and I have been doing some talking today, and he has something he'd like to say." Sirius said, sitting back into his chair, and crossing his arms over his chest as he looked pointedly over at Harry.

"Right, er..." Harry said, fidgeting a bit, his eyes staying on the table before him. He kept sputtering, and Sirius reached over and laid his hand over one of Harry's.

"Would it be easier if I left?" He offered. Harry paused and nodded. Sirius squeezed Harry's hand slightly and stood, taking his leave. Harry sat silently for quite a while, so Remus matched his silence.

"Look-" Harry said finally, and suddenly, and speaking more loudly than he really meant to-, "I guess I just want to apologize for how I reacted. I mean- It hurts me so much to think about all this time, and all these things I have been through- I think it would have been so much easier if I had been with you- had you to help me. But Sirius explained to me how it all happened- and he... He let me watch a memory from the day I was born." Tears flowed from the boy's bright green eyes. "I'm sorry, dad."

Remus blinked a few times before it really set in on him what Harry had just said to him. He blinked as if rain was pouring into his eyes. Before he even knew what he was doing he found himself on the other side of the table, his son tight in his embrace. He, too, had started to sob openly as emotion flowed between them.

"We can start now, right now." Remus promised. "I won't ever, ever let you go again."

"I don't have to go to Petunia's?" Harry asked, pulling back and wiping his face on his sleeve.

"Not ever." Remus promised. "I know we lost and missed to much- and I know that all of this..." He gestured between the two of them, "Isn't fine. But we can start all over. A real and proper family."

"I'd really like that." Harry said with a small smile.

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