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This is the sequel to "What Is Happiness?" To understand this story, you must first read that one. It is located at http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=946096

Nicky: Keep in mind that Harry left the 'meeting' before it was really supposed to be over. They'll get to the root of the problem, eventually.

Slashybubble: Don't worry, the relatively normal will be coming soon.

To Others: Thanks for the reviews!

In this chapter: Father/Son sappiness…A gift…Apologies

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Remus couldn't sleep. He kept thinking of Harry's reactions in the meeting that evening: his reaction to the decision, his reaction to Sirius...

Sirius, himself, was in shock. He couldn't believe that he'd scared and hurt Harry, after all the times that he'd vowed he wouldn't do that. Minutes after Harry stormed out of Dumbledore's office, Sirius left to go home without another word to anyone.

Now 2:30 A.M., Remus had tried everything he could think of to go to sleep, aside from potions. He could understand why Harry didn't want to take sleeping potions, as Remus didn't like to, either. Still, in extreme situations, it was necessary. But since Remus wasn't in an extreme situation, he didn't take a potion.

Finally, he gave up and went into the living room of his suite, with the intent of going over his lesson plans again. Or reading a book. Or focusing his frustration on the destruction of furniture.

But alas, Remus did none of those things. He had just reached the living room when his keen sense of hearing picked up the faint sound of his door being opened. His heart filled with hope when Harry slowly entered the room. Neither of them said a word, but they both sat on the sofa. After a moment, Harry suddenly picked his head up and looked at Remus, tears dripping from his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," he whispered. He sniffed and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. "I don't know what's wrong with me..." At that, he collapsed in Remus's arms, his body wracked with sobs.

"Shh, Harry, everything will be all right," Remus murmured, pulling the boy into his lap and rocking him gently. "Everything will be fine, child, I promise you."

"I-I've been trying to...take care of myself," Harry choked out. "But it's like...I try to do one thing, and something tells me to do the exact opposite... I feel like there's two different people inside me...and I can't tell which one's good, which one's right... I keep getting mad at people and yelling at them, and I don't want to... I just want everything to be normal!"

"I know," Remus sighed, rubbing Harry's back. "I want everything to be normal for you, too, Harry. And it will be, eventually. We're going to figure out what's wrong with you, and we're going to fix it, all right?"

Harry nodded, his sobs slowing until they were only sniffles and hiccups. He laid his head on Remus's shoulder, and the two didn't speak again for a few minutes. The only sound that broke the silence was Harry's tired, ragged breath. Remus held his son tightly, kissing his hair and resting his cheek on top of the boy's head.

"Harry," Remus said, softly. "Did Dad really hurt you earlier, or did he just scare you?" Harry didn't answer for a moment.

"It hurt," he mumbled finally, reaching his hands up to his upper arms, where Sirius had grabbed him. "I've got bruises." Remus sighed when Harry pushed up his sleeves and revealed the multicolored bruises on his arms. "I know he didn't mean to... I shouldn't have given him reason to be angry, and he didn't know his own strength. But he did scare me, and I reacted..."

"He feels terrible," Remus murmured, stroking Harry's raven locks. "He left soon after you did. He wouldn't say a word to anyone." Harry sighed and nestled himself against Remus's chest.

"I ran into Draco when I left," he said, quietly. "I yelled at him. I didn't mean to."

"I'm sure he knows that," Remus assured him, gently. "You can talk to him tomorrow, if you want to. For now, we should both get some sleep. Do you want to stay here?"

"Can I sleep with you, Daddy?" Harry asked in a small voice.

"Of course you can, child, if it will make you feel better," Remus agreed.

He lifted the boy up in his arms and carried him into the bedroom, tucking him into bed before climbing in himself. Harry curled up close to Remus, who wrapped his arms around his son.

"Go to sleep now, and I'll be right here when you wake up," Remus murmured. "If you have a nightmare, I'll be right next to you if you need me. And in the morning, I'll make us some breakfast..."

Remus continued to whisper comforting, pointless nonsense to his son until they both fell asleep, and that night, Harry slept peacefully.

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The next morning, Harry received two owls while Remus made breakfast in the kitchen. One owl carried a letter, and the other held a leather-bound book. Harry opened the letter first.

Dear Harry,

After what George has told me about what's going on with you, I decided you could probably use something to record your thoughts. (Don't worry, he didn't give me any details. Just said you're having a rough time lately.) So I'm sending a journal with another owl, and I'm expecting you to make good use of it.

I hope you're doing well, and I just want to let you know that if you need to vent or anything, go ahead and send me an owl. I'm going to try and visit Hogwarts soon. I can't believe my little brother's a teacher! If I come, you and I ought to stir up a little trouble for "Professor Weasley."

From,

Bill Weasley

Harry chuckled slightly and reached across the table for a piece of parchment and a quill. He scribbled a reply to Bill.

Dear Bill,

Thanks for the journal. I'm definitely going to use it; hopefully, it'll help me sort myself out. I don't mind you knowing details about what's going on with me. My head's pretty messed up, I haven't been sleeping well or eating right. Dumbledore, my fathers, Severus, McGonagall, and George all decided that until I start taking better care of myself, I'm not allowed to do any extra-cirricular stuff here at school. No Dueling Club, no field-study classes, and no Quidditch. I'm also going to be under constant surveillance. I'm angry about their decision, but in a way, I'm grateful, too. I don't know what the bloody hell is wrong with me. I feel like I'm losing my mind, and I think things will get better if I start letting people help me.

I'm looking forward to your possible visit, and I'll do whatever I can to help you cause a ruckus for George. (He refuses to let any students call him 'Professor Weasley.') Thanks again for the journal. I really appreciate it.

From,

Harry

Harry rolled the letter up and tied it to the first owl's foot. He gave both owls a bit of the food that Remus had placed on the table, and the owls flew out the window. Harry flipped through the journal, examining it.

"Who'd you get that from?" Remus wondered, sitting across from Harry.

"Bill Weasley," Harry responded, nibbling at his bacon.

"I want you to eat at least a third of what's on your plate," Remus told him, firmly. Harry sighed, shaking his head.

"I'll try," he replied. "But honestly, I haven't been able to eat a lot the past few weeks. I don't know how much I can handle before getting sick."

"Trying is all I can ask for," Remus said. "If you start to feel sick, stop eating. You'll just have to work your way up."

Harry managed to finish nearly half of his breakfast before he began to feel a little nauseous. He gathered his books and headed for the door, but Remus stopped him.

"Have a good day today, Harry," he said, softly. He leaned over and kissed Harry's forehead. "I'll be in my classroom if you need anything, all right, buddy?"

"Yeah, thanks, Daddy," Harry replied. "See you later."

With that, Harry went downstairs to the Great Hall, since there were still twenty minutes left for breakfast. Harry sat with Hermione, Ginny, and surprisingly, Ron. He and Harry had been talking more, but not enough to consider them friends again.

"Ron, except for Quidditch trials, you're taking over as captain," Harry said, a tinge of bitterness in his voice.

"I know, George told me," Ron said, softly. He handed Harry two letters. "Hedwig dropped these with us, for you."

"Thanks." Harry opened the first note and frowned when he saw it was from Dumbledore.

Dear Harry,

I am terribly sorry about the way things worked out last night. We did not wish to upset you, but these decisions are for your own good. Hopefully, they will not have to last long. We are trying to help you, Harry, but you must cooperate also.

Albus Dumbledore

He crumbled up the parchment and snapped his fingers, and the letter disappeared. Then he opened the second letter.

My dearest love,

I know that you are upset with me for telling, but I've been so worried about you. I had to do something. I don't want to lose you. Still, I never thought they'd take it this far and take everything away from you.

I'm so sorry. Please don't be angry with me.

I love you.

Draco

"Whatever," Harry muttered, making this letter disappear in the same way. "Listen, guys, I'm going to head up to Transfiguration early. I'll see you."