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Harry had ended up sitting on Remus's lap on the train, as there hadn't been any other seats. Remus was amazed at how trusting Harry was towards him. He had only really known him two weeks and he had now willingly agreed to come and live with him. Remus supposed that subconsciously Harry remembered him and knew he could trust him. He decided against telling Harry anything about magic until they reached his house, it'd take too long to explain. Harry was being very quiet as the train pulled out of Little Whinging station; he still had his arms around Remus's neck and was resting his head on his chest. Remus stroked his hair, it was so like James's, pitch black and totally unruly.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked Harry softly, Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Harry, why did you come with me, you barely know me? For all you know I could be an axe murderer." Harry shrugged again but this time did answer.

"You don't act like an axe murderer," He stated matter of factly, "And you seemed nice."

"Ah yes, but I could be really horrible and make you sleep in a dustbin." Harry looked up at him, for a split second his eyes shone with a kind of horror.

"You, you wouldn't do that," He said with uncertainty, "You're too nice." Remus smiled at him.

"Okay not yet, maybe I'll save that until you become a teenager, only about eight years to go." Harry ignored that comment.

"What were my parents like?" He asked suddenly out of the blue, Remus was taken aback by the sudden change in topic.

"Er, your parents," He stopped, what the hell did Harry want to know, "They were kind, clever and er, what do you want to know?"

"What they were like." Harry said simply, "What they looked like." Remus looked at him in amazement.

"You've never seen a picture?"

Harry shook his head; "Aunt Petunia refused to have any in the house."

"Oh, well you look a lot like James, although he was taller at your age and had brown eyes. You inherited your Mum's eyes, she was very pretty with dark red hair." He stopped, not knowing what else to say.

"What jobs did they do? Uncle Vernon told me they were unemployed."

"They weren't unemployed. Ah, they were, er," Remus stopped, he couldn't exactly tell Harry they had been Aurors, for one thing the poor boy wouldn't even know what one was, "a special type of policeman." Near enough to the truth. Harry didn't ask him another question.

"So do you like school?" He asked Harry, deciding to divert the conversation from Lily and James, it would be easier when Harry knew something about magic.

"Sometimes, I didn't like the teachers."

"Why?"

"They didn't like me."

"Good reason for not liking them. What's your favourite lesson?"

"I like reading."

"I guessed that, you must be good at it."

"Why?"

"The Narnia stories, they're quite advanced for six."

"I'll be seven soon." Harry said. "Anyway one of my teachers said I had a very advance reading age."

"Really you must be really clever then." Remus smiled at him, and Harry, for the first time, smiled back at him. Neither of them said anything else until they were just outside Liverpool Street Station in London; Remus broke the silence, when a sudden though occurred to him. "Harry, what do you like to eat, you see it's just that I'm not used to cooking for children?" There was no reply. "Harry, are you okay?" Remus shifted the position he was sitting it, so he could see Harry's face. Harry's eyes were closed and his breathing was steady. "Am I really that boring company?" He asked the sleeping boy, he got no reply. He gently lifted Harry's thick rimmed glasses off of his nose, and put them in his pocket, stood up (making sure he wasn't going to drop Harry as he walked.) And stepped off of the train.

He was still negotiating Harry's sleeping form as he searched in his pockets for his keys outside his small, two bedroom flat. He carried Harry into his bedroom, removed his shoes and put him in the bed. After doing that he went into the living room and collapsed onto the sofa. Dumbledore was going to kill him when he found out that he had Harry. Oh well Dumbledore could wait until the morning. It was then that Remus realised the first flaw in his plan. Although he had two bedrooms in the flat one of them was the room he used for his transformation. He had magically reinforced it and soundproofed it. That meant there was only one bedroom, where the hell was Harry meant to sleep. In the end Remus gave up thinking about it and fell asleep where he was sitting.

A longer chapter, see I can write them. Again any reviews will be kindly accepted apart from flames, theres really no point to them is there. If I do get any they will be saved and then used to hatch baby dragons eggs.