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Harry was still thinking about the conversation with the man when he trying to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs that evening. Although Harry couldn't remember ever seeing him before it was almost like he knew him from somewhere. The conversation had scared him the most; it had been almost as though the man knew Harry. Why had he lied to the man, of course he believed in magic, how else could he explain the strange things that always seemed to happen to him?

Harry wandered back down to the park when the next Saturday came along. He was almost hoping that the strange man would be there again, he had seemed so nice. He went over to the bench where he normally sat and found it was already occupied. It was the man again. He smiled when he saw Harry.

"Back again I see," he said. Harry didn't answer but went and sat next to him. "What are you reading this time?"

"The same book, I can't read it in the house because if Uncle Vernon found it he'd probably kill me." Harry didn't see the sudden flash of anger that gleamed in Remus's eyes.

"Why's that?" Remus asked, trying to keep his voice calm, silently thinking 'Vernon better not lay a hand on Harry'. He'd kill him if he did.

"He hates magic, I said before." Harry said looking up into Remus's hazel eyes.

"He probably only hates magic because he's afraid of it."

"Maybe, but magic doesn't exist does it?" Harry's comment was half a statement, half a question.

"Now I've always believed in it, but that's just me," Remus replied, " its up to you whether you believe in it or not."

"I think I do because…" Harry stopped abruptly, if he told the man what sort of thing happened to him he'd probably think Harry was mad and never talk to him again.

"Because what…?" Remus said, " anything unusual ever happened to you Harry?"

"How do you know, hang on, how do you know my name?"

"Ah," Remus appeared to have run into a bit of a problem, "you, er, told me last time."

"No I didn't." Harry got up as though he was going to leave.

"Look Harry, please don't go, there's a reason I know you're name, I need to speak to you." Remus pleaded. Harry turned round and walked back towards him.

"Well what is it?" he sat back down.

"Harry my name is Remus Lupin I…" he stopped when he saw the expression on Harry's face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing it's just that you're name seemed familiar." Remus started, Harry couldn't possibly remember him, could he?

"You couldn't remember me, you were much too young."

"You mean I knew you once?" Harry sounded surprised.

"Once, Harry I was a friend of your parents, I've known you since you were born."

"What, you knew my Mum and Dad?" Harry's face was impossible to read it was a kind of mixture between interest, sadness and happiness. There was something else mixed in as well that Remus couldn't quite figure out.

"Yes, I did." Harry was silent.

"Why did you find me now?" Harry's voice sounded almost bitter.

"Er, I wanted to see you." Remus was confused by Harry's response, he had half hoped Harry would be happy to see him. Harry didn't answer, but got up and almost ran out of the park, leaving Remus sitting on the bench.

Yeah I've decided I can't be bothered to write longer chapters, if they work out longer they do, if not they're shorter, get over it. But reviewing might be nice, hint.