Here is the next chapter. So sorry it took so long, I've been at hockey camp ALL week! Will be
updating Brothers Til Death Do Us Part and this story as soon as I can. I'm going away for the
weekend, hopefully will spent time writing... since I have nothing else to do! Please R/R, I don't
own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.
Remus figured he would just show up at Privet Drive two days later. He didn't want to write to
Harry fearing the owl would be intercepted. He spent the next two days preparing for Harry. He
went shopping for food, he decorated the room that Harry would stay in and he cleaned the house.
He had not lived there since Sirius had offered his parent's house to Dumbledore the year before.
It was a long two days. Remus found himself thinking back to when James and Lily died and his
life. He had gone from the fun, loving, caring Marauder with four of the best people in the world to
an angry, bitter, depressed man alone in the world. He sat around all day hating himself and
everyone in the world. He moped around all day or sat in one chair while lift when on in the world.
While Harry was in danger he pitied his life and didn't care about anyone else.
But now he knew how Sirius felt, he was getting obsessed with James' son, he wanted to protect
Harry from everything in the world. But he also knew that Harry was no little kid, not a boy
anymore and he would not treat him like that.
Two days later he apparated to the dining room of Arabella's house. She was in the other room
having a cup of tea. He yelled to her and she came in muttering, "Must be nice to just appear." She
looked at him and put her cup of tea down, "I suppose you are here for Harry?"
"Yes," Remus nodded. "I'd better go, the sooner I get there, the sooner he gets out of hell."
"I haven't seen him around too much this summer," Arabella commented. "A few days ago he was
weeding the garden but other than that..."
"Oh I know where he has been," Remus sighed. "Good day Arabella."
He walked quickly out and practically ran to Privet Drive. He felt a pang of guilt, Sirius had always
dreamed of getting Harry out of Privet Drive to come and live with him. But he couldn't, and now
Remus was. He looked up to the sky, was Sirius looking down at him feeling jealous? He didn't
know, maybe he would be happy that Harry was getting out. He walked up 4 Privet Drive's
driveway and rang the doorbell when he got to the door. He waited anxiously and Aunt Petunia
opened the door.
"Ah Petunia," Remus smiled, "I didn't properly say hello last time I saw you."
"Who are you?" she asked but then her eyes wandered up and down him and she saw his shabby
robes. Fearing the neighbors would see she beckoned him in. She stared at him and then gasped,
"You went around with the murderer."
Remus grimaced, Sirius. "I'm here to get Harry." He changed the subject. "I'm taking him for the
rest of the summer."
"What happened to those red haired freaks?" Aunt Petunia asked.
"Harry is better off with me this summer," Remus sighed. "Harry is in his room?"
"Of course, the lazy boy," said Aunt Petunia.
Remus chose to ignore this too. He went upstairs at a run and opened Harry's door to find him at the
desk drumming his fingers against the desk. "Harry!" He said when he entered. "I'm here to take
you back to my house."
"Sirius offered me a place to stay when he was free," Harry spoke in a hollow voice. His back was
to Remus. "It was the happiest half an hour of my life, I thought I would be leaving the Dursleys for
good."
"There was much he had left to do," Remus walked over to Harry who was still turned away from
him. He put a hand on his shoulder. "Too much." He sighed again.
Harry turned in the chair. His eyes were red and Remus knew at once he had been crying again,
"Why did he have to die?"
Remus sighed deeply, he had been doing that a lot recently. He had asked the same question to
himself many times. He had also thought he had answered it the last time he was here. Harry
probably was still lost or he hadn't been satisfied with the answer. He thought for a moment trying to
think of a better one. "I don't know. I do know he was always an able fighter, and he always thought
himself invincible. We all did, we were young and foolish. But maybe he had suffered enough in
life that it was time for the suffering to end. He never had a good life, but his happiest times were
when we were at school and when he had you in his arms when you a baby. He didn't have a good
childhood, his parents, well you've met his mother, I don't need to say more on that topic. He's with
your parents now, he's probably much happier. He loved you of course but he couldn't show his
love for you completely, and that hurt him more than his time spent in Azkaban. He's back with
James, his brother. There's no more running, no more hiding, no more not being in control and no
more not being able to help the ones he loved. This past year was hell for him, not only was he in the
house he hated more than anything, he couldn't be with you. He was too energetic to be locked up
like that." He stopped and thought for a moment.
"When James was alive, and we would go on attacks, Sirius was always the first one ready. He
wanted to make a difference in the world, he wanted to prove to so many people that he wasn't his
parents. When he got sent to Azkaban, everything he had worked for was gone. He was labeled a
Death Eater, and among the people he despised most in life."
Harry looked up at him, his eyes shining a little bit as he listened to things about his godfather.
"Come on Harry, lets go home. We can talk about Sirius more there." Remus motioned to him.
Harry threw a few things in his trunk and Remus took out a Portkey that Dumbledore had provided.
He held it out to Harry and with a hand on his trunk they were gone.
They appeared in the living room of a wooden house. There were chairs surrounding a fireplace and
pictures lined the walls. They were all of the Marauders in different stages of their lives.
"Welcome home," Remus said. "Come on, I'll show you to your room."
Harry let himself be led up the stairs and into the first bedroom on the right. Remus had decorated it
in Gryffindor colors and put a few pictures of the Marauders in it. The bed was a 4-poster bed, much
like his one at Hogwarts.
"I hope you like it," he said.
Harry nodded. Remus said a few words and Harry's trunk came into the room and opened itself up.
"While we were at Privet Drive I noticed that you didn't open the box I gave you. Part of the healing
process is accepting their death and moving on. You have not accepted his death, and looking
through the box will help. It's basically a good bye, something final. Let's have a look."
Remus opened the box. He pulled out a letter and handed it to Harry. He saw the familiar scrawl at
once and took it with trembling hands.
Moony,
So I'm dead if you are reading this. I guess I wasn't as invincible as I thought. Watch out for
Harry won't you? I'm sure this will be quite and experience for him, three parent figures dead... not
something a child should experience unless you had parents like mine. Anyway, I heard what you
did last time, when James died, and if you isolate yourself from the world I'll come back somehow
and beat you senseless. I'm with Prongs and Lily now, how bad can things be? Don't do anything
stupid so you can join me, Prong's jokes probably haven't improved. Keep an eye on Harry, and
make sure he stops calling you "Professor" what a joke, you a Professor. Prongs and I will be having
a few laughs about that one, probably as you read this. Make sure Harry's okay. You get all the
money and junk in my vault, and if you are a true friend, burn my parent's house. Watch Harry for
me, Moony. I love you like a brother, you and Prongs were my true family.
Padfoot
Harry wiped his eyes. He was dead, he wasn't invincible... Padfoot was dead. It was final. He had
known it since he saw him fall through the veil but this hit him hard, it was like Remus said, a good
bye.
"Here look," Remus picked up a few pictures. The pictures showed four boys in each stage of their
life.
One picture featured Remus, Sirius and James with their broomsticks and in their Quidditch robes.
Peter, the smallest boy just stood in his school robes looking up at the three taller boys. Another had
Sirius and James stood back to back grinning. The next one had his father straightening his Headboy
badge and Sirius making fun of him. There were wedding pictures, and then pictures with him as a
baby. One of the pictures he was being kissed by his parents, and then held proudly by his godfather.
The last picture he was being held by Remus whose expression equaled his godfathers'. Harry
looked at Remus and then stared back at the picture.
"What? Did you think your godfather was the only one who could smile like that when he held
you?" Remus smiled.
"No of course not, it's just... I've never seen... a picture like this," Harry admitted.
"We all loved you Harry, and all of us spent as much time with you as we could," said Remus. "It
use to drive Lily crazy because she would put you down for a nap and we would sneak in your room
and play with you. She would come in because she would hear you laughing and yell at us for
disturbing you." He laughed remembering. Harry smiled.
They spent the rest of the evening looking through the box and Remus told Harry stories of their
times.
updating Brothers Til Death Do Us Part and this story as soon as I can. I'm going away for the
weekend, hopefully will spent time writing... since I have nothing else to do! Please R/R, I don't
own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.
Remus figured he would just show up at Privet Drive two days later. He didn't want to write to
Harry fearing the owl would be intercepted. He spent the next two days preparing for Harry. He
went shopping for food, he decorated the room that Harry would stay in and he cleaned the house.
He had not lived there since Sirius had offered his parent's house to Dumbledore the year before.
It was a long two days. Remus found himself thinking back to when James and Lily died and his
life. He had gone from the fun, loving, caring Marauder with four of the best people in the world to
an angry, bitter, depressed man alone in the world. He sat around all day hating himself and
everyone in the world. He moped around all day or sat in one chair while lift when on in the world.
While Harry was in danger he pitied his life and didn't care about anyone else.
But now he knew how Sirius felt, he was getting obsessed with James' son, he wanted to protect
Harry from everything in the world. But he also knew that Harry was no little kid, not a boy
anymore and he would not treat him like that.
Two days later he apparated to the dining room of Arabella's house. She was in the other room
having a cup of tea. He yelled to her and she came in muttering, "Must be nice to just appear." She
looked at him and put her cup of tea down, "I suppose you are here for Harry?"
"Yes," Remus nodded. "I'd better go, the sooner I get there, the sooner he gets out of hell."
"I haven't seen him around too much this summer," Arabella commented. "A few days ago he was
weeding the garden but other than that..."
"Oh I know where he has been," Remus sighed. "Good day Arabella."
He walked quickly out and practically ran to Privet Drive. He felt a pang of guilt, Sirius had always
dreamed of getting Harry out of Privet Drive to come and live with him. But he couldn't, and now
Remus was. He looked up to the sky, was Sirius looking down at him feeling jealous? He didn't
know, maybe he would be happy that Harry was getting out. He walked up 4 Privet Drive's
driveway and rang the doorbell when he got to the door. He waited anxiously and Aunt Petunia
opened the door.
"Ah Petunia," Remus smiled, "I didn't properly say hello last time I saw you."
"Who are you?" she asked but then her eyes wandered up and down him and she saw his shabby
robes. Fearing the neighbors would see she beckoned him in. She stared at him and then gasped,
"You went around with the murderer."
Remus grimaced, Sirius. "I'm here to get Harry." He changed the subject. "I'm taking him for the
rest of the summer."
"What happened to those red haired freaks?" Aunt Petunia asked.
"Harry is better off with me this summer," Remus sighed. "Harry is in his room?"
"Of course, the lazy boy," said Aunt Petunia.
Remus chose to ignore this too. He went upstairs at a run and opened Harry's door to find him at the
desk drumming his fingers against the desk. "Harry!" He said when he entered. "I'm here to take
you back to my house."
"Sirius offered me a place to stay when he was free," Harry spoke in a hollow voice. His back was
to Remus. "It was the happiest half an hour of my life, I thought I would be leaving the Dursleys for
good."
"There was much he had left to do," Remus walked over to Harry who was still turned away from
him. He put a hand on his shoulder. "Too much." He sighed again.
Harry turned in the chair. His eyes were red and Remus knew at once he had been crying again,
"Why did he have to die?"
Remus sighed deeply, he had been doing that a lot recently. He had asked the same question to
himself many times. He had also thought he had answered it the last time he was here. Harry
probably was still lost or he hadn't been satisfied with the answer. He thought for a moment trying to
think of a better one. "I don't know. I do know he was always an able fighter, and he always thought
himself invincible. We all did, we were young and foolish. But maybe he had suffered enough in
life that it was time for the suffering to end. He never had a good life, but his happiest times were
when we were at school and when he had you in his arms when you a baby. He didn't have a good
childhood, his parents, well you've met his mother, I don't need to say more on that topic. He's with
your parents now, he's probably much happier. He loved you of course but he couldn't show his
love for you completely, and that hurt him more than his time spent in Azkaban. He's back with
James, his brother. There's no more running, no more hiding, no more not being in control and no
more not being able to help the ones he loved. This past year was hell for him, not only was he in the
house he hated more than anything, he couldn't be with you. He was too energetic to be locked up
like that." He stopped and thought for a moment.
"When James was alive, and we would go on attacks, Sirius was always the first one ready. He
wanted to make a difference in the world, he wanted to prove to so many people that he wasn't his
parents. When he got sent to Azkaban, everything he had worked for was gone. He was labeled a
Death Eater, and among the people he despised most in life."
Harry looked up at him, his eyes shining a little bit as he listened to things about his godfather.
"Come on Harry, lets go home. We can talk about Sirius more there." Remus motioned to him.
Harry threw a few things in his trunk and Remus took out a Portkey that Dumbledore had provided.
He held it out to Harry and with a hand on his trunk they were gone.
They appeared in the living room of a wooden house. There were chairs surrounding a fireplace and
pictures lined the walls. They were all of the Marauders in different stages of their lives.
"Welcome home," Remus said. "Come on, I'll show you to your room."
Harry let himself be led up the stairs and into the first bedroom on the right. Remus had decorated it
in Gryffindor colors and put a few pictures of the Marauders in it. The bed was a 4-poster bed, much
like his one at Hogwarts.
"I hope you like it," he said.
Harry nodded. Remus said a few words and Harry's trunk came into the room and opened itself up.
"While we were at Privet Drive I noticed that you didn't open the box I gave you. Part of the healing
process is accepting their death and moving on. You have not accepted his death, and looking
through the box will help. It's basically a good bye, something final. Let's have a look."
Remus opened the box. He pulled out a letter and handed it to Harry. He saw the familiar scrawl at
once and took it with trembling hands.
Moony,
So I'm dead if you are reading this. I guess I wasn't as invincible as I thought. Watch out for
Harry won't you? I'm sure this will be quite and experience for him, three parent figures dead... not
something a child should experience unless you had parents like mine. Anyway, I heard what you
did last time, when James died, and if you isolate yourself from the world I'll come back somehow
and beat you senseless. I'm with Prongs and Lily now, how bad can things be? Don't do anything
stupid so you can join me, Prong's jokes probably haven't improved. Keep an eye on Harry, and
make sure he stops calling you "Professor" what a joke, you a Professor. Prongs and I will be having
a few laughs about that one, probably as you read this. Make sure Harry's okay. You get all the
money and junk in my vault, and if you are a true friend, burn my parent's house. Watch Harry for
me, Moony. I love you like a brother, you and Prongs were my true family.
Padfoot
Harry wiped his eyes. He was dead, he wasn't invincible... Padfoot was dead. It was final. He had
known it since he saw him fall through the veil but this hit him hard, it was like Remus said, a good
bye.
"Here look," Remus picked up a few pictures. The pictures showed four boys in each stage of their
life.
One picture featured Remus, Sirius and James with their broomsticks and in their Quidditch robes.
Peter, the smallest boy just stood in his school robes looking up at the three taller boys. Another had
Sirius and James stood back to back grinning. The next one had his father straightening his Headboy
badge and Sirius making fun of him. There were wedding pictures, and then pictures with him as a
baby. One of the pictures he was being kissed by his parents, and then held proudly by his godfather.
The last picture he was being held by Remus whose expression equaled his godfathers'. Harry
looked at Remus and then stared back at the picture.
"What? Did you think your godfather was the only one who could smile like that when he held
you?" Remus smiled.
"No of course not, it's just... I've never seen... a picture like this," Harry admitted.
"We all loved you Harry, and all of us spent as much time with you as we could," said Remus. "It
use to drive Lily crazy because she would put you down for a nap and we would sneak in your room
and play with you. She would come in because she would hear you laughing and yell at us for
disturbing you." He laughed remembering. Harry smiled.
They spent the rest of the evening looking through the box and Remus told Harry stories of their
times.