As ever thanks for the reviews, enjoy the chapter. Which is actually longer than usual.

Remus rolled over in his sleep-and promptly fell off of the sofa. He woke with a start, confused briefly as to why he was lying on his living room floor. He clambered up off of the floor and sat back on the sofa, the events of yesterday playing in his mind. It seemed very surreal that Harry was asleep in his bed. He got up again and walked over to his bedroom, and he pushed the door open. He could just make out the lump under the covers and the tuft of jet-black hair on the pillow. Remus shut the door softly, not wanting to wake Harry.

About two hours later the kitchen door was pushed open and Harry walked in.

"Morning," Remus greeted him cheerfully, sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea, "hungry?"

Harry shook his head. Remus looked at him carefully, he looked better than he had yesterday, but his naturally untidy hair was more out of place than Remus remembered seeing it.

"You have to eat something. You didn't eat anything yesterday." He beckoned Harry over. "Look toast, cereal, er fruit or, erm chocolate," he trailed off lamely, not being able to think of anything that six year old boys would like to eat, "okay maybe not chocolate, but you must like something?" he looked pleadingly at Harry.

"I like toast" Harry said quietly. The look of relief on Remus's face was easily visible.

"Okay, toast I can do." Remus got up and put a couple of pieces of bread in a toaster on the side. Harry sat down at the table just as Remus sat next to him.

"Did you sleep okay? It's just you fell asleep on the train, and I had to carry you home." Harry looked apologetically at him.

"I'm really sorry Mr Lupin but…" Remus interrupted him.

"Harry you can call me Remus." Any further conversation was halted by two slices of bread jumping out of the toaster. Remus removed it, and started spreading jam on to them, after dropping them on a slightly chipped plate he placed them in front of Harry. He silently watched Harry eat the first piece, he didn't seem to want the other one. "You don't have to eat it if you don't want to."

"But…" Harry started. Remus simply raised his eyebrows and Harry fell silent.

"Do you want to go and watch some television or something while I clean up?" Remus asked. Harry slid off of the chair and walked into the living room. Remus washed up both his and Harry's plates- all the time thinking about how he was going to explain everything to Harry. The boy had grown up with muggles, he thought magic was imaginary.

He put the final plate in the rack, and walked into the living room where Harry was sitting, he sat down next to him, picked up the remote control and turned the television off. He turned to face Harry.

"Harry I have to tell you something." The look on Harry's face confused him- when Remus had said it Harry looked upset and a little hurt.

"It's okay if you want to take me back to the Dursley's. I had a really nice time here." He said dejectedly. Remus looked shocked.

"What, I'm not taking you back to the Dursley's. Whatever gave you that idea?" Harry shrugged and looked down at Remus's threadbare carpet. "Look Harry I need to explain something to you. You remember I asked you whether you believed in magic" Harry nodded, unsure of where this was going on. "Magic does exist you see, erm you're a wizard!" Harry looked at him, for a minute, shocked. Then he smiled.

" I'm too old to believe in fairies and giants and goblins."

"Harry I'm telling the truth. You're a wizard." Remus said, trying to keep his voice at a believable pitch. "This may sound totally unbelievable, but it's true. Witches and wizards really do exist, and for that matter so do fairies, giants and goblins." Harry still looked unconvinced. "Your parents were both a witch and wizard." Harry's eyes looked straight into Remus's.

"Really?" He still sounded unsure.

"Yep."

"I don't believe you, magic can't exist." Remus reached into his pockets and pulled out his wand.

"Okay then watch this," he waved the wand and pointed it towards a book on the desk the other side of the room, "wingardium leviosa." The book rose several feet of the desk, and hovered there for several seconds before Remus let it fall back on the desk. Harry looked shocked. "Now do you believe me?" he said smiling.

"My Mum and Dad could do that?"

Remus nodded, "So will you."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"So magic really does exist?"

"It really does."

"Is that how I turned my teacher's hair blue?" Remus looked at him with an amused expression on his face- he hadn't heard this story.

"I reckon so."

"Can you teach me to do magic?"

"Er, not until you have a wand, and I should only teach you basic stuff. Otherwise you'll be to far ahead by the time you go to Hogwarts."

"What's Hogwarts?" Harry asked interested, "and is a wand the thing you waved to make the book fly?"

"Hogwarts is a school witches and wizards go to when they are eleven, to learn magic. And yeah a wand is the thing I waved around."

"Did you go to Hogwarts?"

"Yeah, years ago. With your parents."

"Did you like it?"

Remus nodded, his brain was hit with a thousand different memories. Ones of James, Lily, Peter and Sirius. He tried desperately hard to get any memories that had Sirius in out of his head - the traitor, it was his fault Harry had been sent to live with the Dursley's in the first place, his fault that James and Lily had been killed. He banished those thoughts from his head. "Yeah it was brilliant."

Harry didn't look like he could think of anything else to ask. His whole manner had changed, his emerald green eyes seemed to glow with something Remus couldn't place. He definitely looked happier. Remus moved from the sofa and pulled a large leather bound book off of a shelf. He brought it over to show Harry.

"What is it?" Harry asked, his voice sounded intrigued.

"A photo album," Remus said simply, "mainly pictures of me at Hogwarts actually."

A sudden thought occurred to Harry, "are there any pictures of my Mum and Dad in there?" Remus nodded. "Can I see them?" Harry's young voice sounded tinged with hopefulness, "please." Remus, who still couldn't believe that the Dursley's hadn't even let the poor boy see a picture of his parents, opened the album and started flicking through the pages. He stopped when he found the picture he had been looking for, James and Lily's wedding day. He showed the picture to Harry.

"Well that's your Dad," He said pointing at the waving figure, "and that's your Mum."

"Why's the, why is the picture moving?" Harry asked confused.

"Wizard pictures move, just Muggle ones that don't, its perfectly normal in a wizard picture."

"What's a Muggle?"

"A non-magic person, like one of the Dursleys."

Harry moved closer to Remus so he could see the picture. Nervously (as he was not sure how Harry would react) Remus put his left arm around Harry's shoulder. Harry, to his amazement, moved even closer, resting his head on Remus's chest. Remus stroked his hair, as the young boy studied the picture.

"Are you in this picture?" Remus nodded, and pointed out his younger self. He actually didn't look that much different than he had seven or eight years ago. "Whose he?" Harry indicated a man standing next to his father. Remus went pale. Of all the people Harry had to ask about, it had to be Sirius.

"Er, he's an old friend of your parents."

"What's his name?"

"Sirius Black."

"Did I know him?" Remus thought for a minute, he couldn't tell Harry Sirius was his godfather; the man was the reason Harry had no parents. On the other hand he didn't want to lie to Harry.

"Sort of," Remus turned the page in the hopes of changing the conversation away from Sirius Black. His plan worked. Remus spent the next three-quarters of an hour looking at old photos with Harry. Harry was fairly quiet the whole time, only occasionally asking questions. Remus turned over the last page in the book. "That's it," he shut the book, "you okay?" Harry's head was still resting on his chest and his legs were curled up on the sofa. He looked up and nodded, he looked a bit distant. Remus supposed it was fairly understandable, the boy hadn't seen his parents in years.

Remus decided it was time to stop delaying the inevitable. He had to go and see Albus Dumbledore. He mentally went through the points that favoured him keeping Harry. "Harry, how do you fancy going on a little trip?" Harry shrugged.

"Who are we going to see?"

"An old friend." Remus said, getting up and walking over to a fireplace the other side of the room. Harry followed him.

"Do they live a long way away? How are we getting there?" Harry asked in a very childlike way.

"By floo powder" was the reply Harry got as Remus reached into a small pot and pulled out a handful of powder.

"Is that magic?" Remus nodded,

"Harry…" Remus stopped, what would be the best way to get Harry there. He'd never travelled by floo before. "Harry, come here." Harry obliged, Remus swept him up into his arms. If he held onto Harry very tightly, he should be okay. As long as he didn't drop him.

He took out his wand. "incendio," he said pointing the wand at the fireplace, as flames instantly burst up. Harry leaned forward intrigued by more magic. Remus threw the powder into the fire, which turned emerald green. "Albus Dumbledore's office, acid pops." He then stepped into the fire, ignoring Harry's surprised gasp.

Oh dear, off to see Dumbledore next. Don't think he's going to be happy with Remus.

Okay just some general answers to questions I've been asked.

No Sirius won't be making an appearance in this story, Harry will be brought up believing Sirius is evil. If I do make a sequel of this at the time of third year, he might make an appearance. I do love him but it would be wrong to bring him in.

I'm sorry for not posting often enough, I'm at work at the moment (okay work experience same thing, just no money) I have school and a music theory exam on Saturday which I am going to fail as I know nothing about it. I write whenever I can. I haven't been at lessons at school to write (Most of my stuff is originally written in Biology and Latin) Slash stuff is best written in Chemistry (Don't ask, you don't want to know.)

The ministry might not be happy with Harry at Remus's but… you'll have to wait.

If it's not clear why Harry wasn't happy to see Remus after he said he knew his parents it's because he felt slightly bitter he hadn't come earlier. He's a neglected six year old, he's allowed to be bitter,

Oh and thanks to my reviewer Pickle, who's reviewed loads. Thought I'd mention it cos I'm really grateful, thanks a bundle.

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