All right so here is another chapter. I changed my mind, I'm not going to do a full 6th year story
because after hours of brainstorming, I couldn't think of a single thing. This is going to be short,
cute, Remus and Harry story, no slash. It will end on September 1st, just a summer story, and all the
good stuff like that. I know this chapter is short, it's all I wrote last night but I wanted to see what
everyone thought of it. I hope you enjoy it, and I don't own Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does. Thank
you, please R/R.
**
Remus woke the next morning and for a moment he wasn't sure where he was. He looked around
the room and his eyes settled on the figure sleeping on the small bed. It all came back to him, he had
come to see how Harry was, and then he had spent half the night comforting him after another dream
about Sirius' death. Remus got out of the chair he had slept in and wrote Harry a note.
Harry,
Had to go, will be back soon. If all goes well, I will have you out of here in two days.
Remus
He left the house as silently as he could, and a few streets away he disapparated back home. He went
back to his house, where he had lived when Sirius had been on the run and where he had stayed in
the darkest years of his life, the years after Lily and James died. When Sirius offered his parent's
house to the Order he had moved in there to keep Sirius company, but he couldn't stay there now, he
had hated the Black family almost as much as Sirius had.
He showered and changed and then went to Hogwarts. He had to talk to Dumbledore, he had to get
Harry out of there. Who cared about the protections and all that stuff, Harry needed to get out of
there now, for his own well being.
**
Harry woke an hour after Remus left. He was still tired after not getting a lot of sleep the previous
night. He had been thankful Remus had come by, but why did he have to leave? He read the note,
his heart lifted slightly about the thought of leaving.
He thought about the talk he had with Remus the previous day, Remus was right, he didn't want
another godfather, that would always be Sirius but it would be nice to have someone like Sirius that
he could talk to when he needed to. He wanted a link to his parents, and he wanted someone to tell
him that he was living up to his father's name.
His eyes glazed the room, there were a few books on the ground near the wall after he had thrown
them as hard as he could in angry over Sirius' death. On the floor next to his trunk was unopened
letters from Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley. They all wrote he was sure to ask how he
was, and if he was holding up. He didn't want to read those letters, and he didn't want anyone to pity
him. Those letters might tell him to open up, to keep going with life, he didn't want to though, he
wanted Sirius.
Ever since he found out about the prophecy he didn't feel like everyone else, who cared if he ignored
his friend's letters... in the end would it matter? He was going to die, what did it matter? He couldn't
defeat Voldemort, and he might as well die now. No... he couldn't think like that, he told himself.
But if he did, would he be with Sirius and his parents? No... stop, and he hit his head with one of his
hands trying to get the thoughts out of his mind.
He sat back down on the bed in a defeated way. He wanted Remus to come back, he was probably
the only one who understood how he was feeling, but then he also wanted to be left alone. He
wanted to talk, but then didn't. He didn't want anyone to see him so vulnerable, so weak.
**
"Dumbledore, he sits in his room all day thinking about Sirius. He needs to get out of there," Remus
was now sitting in Dumbledore's office. They had been talking for a good twenty minutes now,
Remus had to get him out of there. "Listen sir, it's not good for him to sit around all day, thinking
about Sirius and what his life should be like. He shouldn't be sitting around feeling bad about what
happened or blaming himself, you know he's blaming himself. He needs someone around him,
someone who cares, who can help him keep going." Remus stopped and got up angrily.
Dumbledore stole a glance at him and smiled.
"I won't let him go through what I did." He said quietly, as though to himself.
"What was that last thing you said?" asked Dumbledore.
"You know what I just said," Remus told him. For twelve years he isolated himself from everyone,
he sat in his house and mourned for Lily, James, and Peter. He sat hours cursing Sirius. When the
sun went down, he pitied his life. How many times had Dumbledore tried to contact him, to bring
him back into the world? How many times had Dumbledore tried to get him to talk?
Remus went back to the chair and sat down.
"Where would you like him to go?" Dumbledore asked. "Molly and Arthur would be glad to take
him in."
Remus shook his head, "No they pity him. He wouldn't be happy there, the children would try and
get him to talk."
"Where then?" asked Dumbledore.
"Let him come to my house. No one knows it's there, not even Wormtail. There are protections, but
more can be put up. It's not connected to the Floo Network, and I didn't take down Lily's creation
so no owls can come in."
Dumbledore chuckled, "Where did find that?"
"In a box of stuff of theirs, she wrote down how to do it, she never tried it herself though." Remus
smiled a little, "No owl can make it past that."
"Who could?"
"Well you can," Remus raised an eyebrow.
"It also took me a few years to figure it out. She knew her charms." Dumbledore smiled at the
thought of his old student.
"Let me take him there, I'll help him," Remus said now with a hint of begging in his voice, "I'll get
him talking to other people by September 1st. He doesn't talk to others, he doesn't respond, he
doesn't eat. He doesn't do anything expect think of Sirius."
"You get rather thin that way," Dumbledore said with a hint of joking in his voice.
"I know, I know," Remus sent a small glare at the Headmaster. "It's in the past. I will not let
someone I know make the small mistake."
"When?" asked Dumbledore.
"I told him if all went well two days," Remus told him.
"Fine. I'll let Mr. Weasley, Miss Weasley and Ms. Granger know that Harry will not be accepting
owls, and tell Harry I am sorry for that. They can see each other during the summer hopefully,
something has to be done for his birthday."
"I wouldn't worry about the owls," Remus got up and went over to the door. "He hasn't been
opening them." Remus left with a nod.
because after hours of brainstorming, I couldn't think of a single thing. This is going to be short,
cute, Remus and Harry story, no slash. It will end on September 1st, just a summer story, and all the
good stuff like that. I know this chapter is short, it's all I wrote last night but I wanted to see what
everyone thought of it. I hope you enjoy it, and I don't own Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does. Thank
you, please R/R.
**
Remus woke the next morning and for a moment he wasn't sure where he was. He looked around
the room and his eyes settled on the figure sleeping on the small bed. It all came back to him, he had
come to see how Harry was, and then he had spent half the night comforting him after another dream
about Sirius' death. Remus got out of the chair he had slept in and wrote Harry a note.
Harry,
Had to go, will be back soon. If all goes well, I will have you out of here in two days.
Remus
He left the house as silently as he could, and a few streets away he disapparated back home. He went
back to his house, where he had lived when Sirius had been on the run and where he had stayed in
the darkest years of his life, the years after Lily and James died. When Sirius offered his parent's
house to the Order he had moved in there to keep Sirius company, but he couldn't stay there now, he
had hated the Black family almost as much as Sirius had.
He showered and changed and then went to Hogwarts. He had to talk to Dumbledore, he had to get
Harry out of there. Who cared about the protections and all that stuff, Harry needed to get out of
there now, for his own well being.
**
Harry woke an hour after Remus left. He was still tired after not getting a lot of sleep the previous
night. He had been thankful Remus had come by, but why did he have to leave? He read the note,
his heart lifted slightly about the thought of leaving.
He thought about the talk he had with Remus the previous day, Remus was right, he didn't want
another godfather, that would always be Sirius but it would be nice to have someone like Sirius that
he could talk to when he needed to. He wanted a link to his parents, and he wanted someone to tell
him that he was living up to his father's name.
His eyes glazed the room, there were a few books on the ground near the wall after he had thrown
them as hard as he could in angry over Sirius' death. On the floor next to his trunk was unopened
letters from Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley. They all wrote he was sure to ask how he
was, and if he was holding up. He didn't want to read those letters, and he didn't want anyone to pity
him. Those letters might tell him to open up, to keep going with life, he didn't want to though, he
wanted Sirius.
Ever since he found out about the prophecy he didn't feel like everyone else, who cared if he ignored
his friend's letters... in the end would it matter? He was going to die, what did it matter? He couldn't
defeat Voldemort, and he might as well die now. No... he couldn't think like that, he told himself.
But if he did, would he be with Sirius and his parents? No... stop, and he hit his head with one of his
hands trying to get the thoughts out of his mind.
He sat back down on the bed in a defeated way. He wanted Remus to come back, he was probably
the only one who understood how he was feeling, but then he also wanted to be left alone. He
wanted to talk, but then didn't. He didn't want anyone to see him so vulnerable, so weak.
**
"Dumbledore, he sits in his room all day thinking about Sirius. He needs to get out of there," Remus
was now sitting in Dumbledore's office. They had been talking for a good twenty minutes now,
Remus had to get him out of there. "Listen sir, it's not good for him to sit around all day, thinking
about Sirius and what his life should be like. He shouldn't be sitting around feeling bad about what
happened or blaming himself, you know he's blaming himself. He needs someone around him,
someone who cares, who can help him keep going." Remus stopped and got up angrily.
Dumbledore stole a glance at him and smiled.
"I won't let him go through what I did." He said quietly, as though to himself.
"What was that last thing you said?" asked Dumbledore.
"You know what I just said," Remus told him. For twelve years he isolated himself from everyone,
he sat in his house and mourned for Lily, James, and Peter. He sat hours cursing Sirius. When the
sun went down, he pitied his life. How many times had Dumbledore tried to contact him, to bring
him back into the world? How many times had Dumbledore tried to get him to talk?
Remus went back to the chair and sat down.
"Where would you like him to go?" Dumbledore asked. "Molly and Arthur would be glad to take
him in."
Remus shook his head, "No they pity him. He wouldn't be happy there, the children would try and
get him to talk."
"Where then?" asked Dumbledore.
"Let him come to my house. No one knows it's there, not even Wormtail. There are protections, but
more can be put up. It's not connected to the Floo Network, and I didn't take down Lily's creation
so no owls can come in."
Dumbledore chuckled, "Where did find that?"
"In a box of stuff of theirs, she wrote down how to do it, she never tried it herself though." Remus
smiled a little, "No owl can make it past that."
"Who could?"
"Well you can," Remus raised an eyebrow.
"It also took me a few years to figure it out. She knew her charms." Dumbledore smiled at the
thought of his old student.
"Let me take him there, I'll help him," Remus said now with a hint of begging in his voice, "I'll get
him talking to other people by September 1st. He doesn't talk to others, he doesn't respond, he
doesn't eat. He doesn't do anything expect think of Sirius."
"You get rather thin that way," Dumbledore said with a hint of joking in his voice.
"I know, I know," Remus sent a small glare at the Headmaster. "It's in the past. I will not let
someone I know make the small mistake."
"When?" asked Dumbledore.
"I told him if all went well two days," Remus told him.
"Fine. I'll let Mr. Weasley, Miss Weasley and Ms. Granger know that Harry will not be accepting
owls, and tell Harry I am sorry for that. They can see each other during the summer hopefully,
something has to be done for his birthday."
"I wouldn't worry about the owls," Remus got up and went over to the door. "He hasn't been
opening them." Remus left with a nod.