On a day like today

When I think I know

All that's happened to me

Is set in stone.

On a day like today

When I think nothing's changed

I see your eyes

From across the room.

It's on days like today

When things being clearer

I lose my bearings

And you're so much nearer.

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Harry stood, glaring at Remus. Everyone thought that there was something that he needed to know. There wasn't. Every single time that he learned something new, his life ended up turning upside down. This time he had learned his lesson. He didn't want to know. Voldermort could be walking down street at that moment with 10 dementors, and he still didn't want to know. Besides, Harry reasoned with himself, if Voldermort was near he would know it immediately.

"I assure you, Professor. Whatever it is, I [i]don't[/i] want to know," Harry said, stopping to stare out the open window and the street below as if Voldermort was going to appear right then and there in front of him.

Remus sighed and sat down, placing his head in his hands for a few moments. "Harry, I know how you feel but you can't remain in the past forever - "

Harry swung around immediately looking at Remus carefully. His eyes were shooting daggers as he spoke. "You know how I feel? You know how I [i]feel?![/i] That's rather impossible seeing as half the time I feel nothing at all. There's nothing there. I lost Sirius. The only family that I had left that actually cared about me and you expect me to believe that you understand how I feel? There's nothing there!" Harry screamed, his voice having built power until he reached the breaking point.

Remus stood too, glaring back down at Harry. When he spoke however, his voice was calm, yet forceful. "You've obviously spent a lot of time thinking about yourself Harry and while I can't say that I blame you under the circumstances, you need to realize that you aren't the only one that was affected by Sirius' death.

"Sirius was my best friend from the moment that I entered Hogwarts and he was there for me when I became a werewolf and I had a problem. He was the last friend that I had left. The only one that I hadn't lost to Voldermort, and now I've lost him too Harry. How do you think I feel? I do admit that I am better off because I have more memories of him, but you aren't alone Harry. I'm here. Hermione is here. Ron is here. There is a room full of people down there that is worried about you and care for you. They want to be there for you too. They care for you Harry. We all do," Remus concluded, his voice soft.

Harry stood silently, staring at Remus'. The two looked at each other, not saying anything for long moments. Finally, Harry broke the contact and collapsed on the bed, looking down at the floor. Remus joined him a moment later, also looking down at the floor.

"I'm sorry," Harry said. His voice was full of feeling even as he avoided Remus' gaze. He knew that Remus had a point. Harry had been wallowing in his own misery and it was time to stop thinking about himself and remember the others again.

Remus nodded and patted Harry on the back. "I know you are. It's hard Harry. I'm not going to lie to you and say that it's going to be alright. I have no idea what's going to happen in the future and I'm not going to pretend to either. All I can promise is that I will be here for you whenever you need me, and so will all those others will be too," Remus said.

"I know," Harry whispered quietly all the fight and anger now out of his voice and now it was filled with resignment to what lay before him. It seemed that he needed to be yelled at before he finally slapped out of his self-pitying. "That's not what you wanted to tell me. What is it?" Harry asked, finally looking up at Remus.

"It's about Sirius, Harry. I know that this isn't something that you want to hear about or want to deal with, but you have no choice," Remus said, pausing before he continued again. "Sirius had a will. Yes, we do that in the wizarding world too," Remus said when he saw Harry's look.

"In the will, Sirius left almost everything to you. All the money that he left to you has been split. Half is in your regular account at Gringott's and the other half is in a savings account that you're going to have access to when you're 18," Remus said, stopping again.

"Alright, what's so special about that? The way that you made it sound I thought that it was going to be something.I guess bigger," Harry said with a shrug, slightly confused with what was going on.

"You're right Harry, that's not all. It's the house. It's been left in your name, and you need to decide what to do with it."

Harry closed his eyes leaned his head forward. He knew it was going to come to this. The house. The last place that he was with Sirius before the battle that killed his Godfather. Remus was giving him the option of selling it and not having to go back to it ever again. Obviously Remus understood how Harry felt about the house and the house-elf that came with it. The thought of having to go back there was overwhelming right then and Harry prayed that he didn't have to make a decision right then and there.

"You don't have to decide right now Harry. I would never expect you to make a decision like that right now. I just wanted you to know that it would be coming up eventually, but not right now," Remus said, standing up.

Harry nodded gratefully, standing too with Remus. "I guess I'm being taken away from here?" Harry asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Yes. You've been here long enough, and we all decided that it would be better if you were somewhere that we had our people at to protect you and watch over you. It's safe here, but I think it would be safer with us," Remus said as he cast a spell on Harry's trunk to pack it and moved it out the door and downstairs with his wand.

"Where are we going?" Harry questioned, his voice soft and trembling slightly at the emotions connected with the thought of Sirius' old home.

"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley said that they would be happy for you to come and stay with them if you like. Hermione is going to be there too. Her parents think that you all just wanted to spend the summer together, but she doesn't know the details."

Harry nodded again and started walking out the door, hearing Lupin following him close behind. When they arrived at the bottom of the stairs, Harry saw Hermione and Ron standing in the living room looking uncomfortable, out of place, and worried.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered softly, knowing that he had scared his friends, the two people that he cared most about. "I didn't mean to yell."

"It's alright mate!" Ron said, happy to have his friend back. "We're just glad to have you back!"

"Don't worry about it, Harry," Hermione said, rushing to give him a hug and holding on longer than she normally did. "I'm glad that you're alright," she whispered, for only him to hear.

Harry hugged her back feeling happiness for the first time in what seemed like forever. The feeling rushed over him quickly and it overwhelmed him. The sense of completeness that he felt when Hermione was hugging him was a feeling that he didn't want to let go. It was the best feeling that he had felt ever since he had seen Cedric Diggory die two years earlier. It seemed so long ago. A lifetime ago. A lifetime full of pain and sadness. But here, in the arms of his best friend, he could almost forget the pain.

Hermione stepped back and Harry shook his head, wondering what had happened. It was a strange feeling. He felt as if he had been out in the sun for too long and now he was dizzy and disoriented. He managed another smile for his friends as they all started out the door. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had been standing the in the kitchen the entire time, watching them. Now, the decided to move, and Uncle Vernon looked furious.

"If you take that boy now make sure that he never comes back! You lot just keep coming in here, thinking that you own the place. If you want him so bad, keep him and save us the hassle," Vernon said, feeling a burst of strength to stand up to a group of wizards.

Mad-Eye Moony came forward then, standing face to face with Vernon. "The boy will return Dursley, and you will greet him with open arms. Everything has a reason, and there's a reason that Harry is staying with you. If you have a problem with that, feel free to take it up with me," he finished, staring Vernon down.

Harry couldn't help but snigger at the expression on Uncle Vernon's face. All the bravery that he had mustered to stand up to them seemed to whoosh out of him in one breath and he was standing in the entranceway like a hippogriff caught in the sun.

"Well, bye! I'll see you next summer I guess," Harry said, waving to them as they walked out the door. Looking out, he couldn't help but feel unsure. "I hope," he whispered under his breath.