When all the dust disappeared, Remus was staring into his new living room. He smiled, he had never had a home this nice before. Even with his parents it was never like this. While he was thinking on how happy he was with Harry and his new life, he remembered the sobbing child in his arms, and the talk he needed to have with him.

He sighed inwardly, with the bawling child still clinging to his neck. He knew this was not the best of time to talk to Harry, since he was already emotionally built up, so Remus sat on the couch trying to calm down the sobbing child.

Ten minutes later all crying subsided and only the sniffling remained. Remus, unsure what to do now, just laid down on his back, letting Harry know that he is still there.

After awhile Harry got tired of feeling his Remy's breath go up and down. He was starting to get sleepy and all he wanted to do was play. Harry looked at Remus, who had his eyes closed and was in deep concentration. He decided this would be the perfect time, so, very silently and steadily, he threw his legs over the couch and dropped down. Harry smiled at himself, and sat down next to a bunch of blocks and started to play. Harry played like this for a good while until he built a really tall tower and it fell, which startled Remus and he sat up straight in fear. All his years working for the order made him prone to jerk awake when he hears a noisy.

"Ez sowry, Remy." Harry stated, new tears welling up in his brightly colored green eyes.

Remus saw the tears and immediately sat himself down on the floor and sat Harry in his lap, "Harry, it is okay. These are your toys, not Dudley's but yours," Remus picked up a toy and gave it to Harry "These are Harry's toys. Okay?"

Harry gave a big toothy grin, and gave some blocks to Remus.

"Pay wif mez?"

Remus laughed.

"Of course, pup!"

They spent the next hour playing and laughing together, until Remus heard Harry's tummy grumbled. Glancing at the clock he knew it was past lunch, and he must be ravenous.

"I guess a certain little boy is hungry?" Remus asked getting up and fixing to pick up Harry, but Harry moved back not allowing Remus to lift him.

"No Remy's I want to play!" Harry said, and backed up even more from Remus. Harry was even surprised at his own daringness.

Remus was greatly surprised at Harry trying him, and he was very pleased. He knew Harry trusted Remus a lot more that in the beginning, but he had to let Harry know he was in still charge.

Remus bent down and pulled Harry close to him. Even though to boy fought him, he held him close, and looked into his eyes.

"Harry you need to eat so you can grow strong and healthy. Don't you want to be strong and healthy?"

"NO!!!"

"Tell me why Harry? If you give me a good reason you can stay and play?"

Remus still held on to Harry and he still fought back.

He waited a few more minutes and Harry said nothing, but continued to fight him. Remus sighed and just picked him up, which made Harry start to cry harder than ever before, and to started to kick and beat his little fist on his back..

Remus ignored his tantrum, praying he was handling this correctly. He continued walking into the kitchen and placed the screaming Harry into the highchair. He sat right beside him until the crying subsided.

"Are you done having your tantrum?" Remus asked calmly

Harry nodded and rubbed his little eyes, and yawned.

"Harry, do you want to tell me why you had your tantrum?" Remus pushed.

Harry sniffled and said, "I just anted to pay."

"Harry, why couldn't you just have waited 'till after lunch?"

Harry shrugged again and looked away from Remus, "Sowry Remy, I'm sowry for being bad boy."

Harry covered his face, preparing with his hands, as he waited to be slapped. Hemembering his past punishments for shedding tears.

Remus took Harry's rigid arms, and put them down, so he could look him in the eye, "Harry you are not a bad boy, you are a wonderful boy, but good boys still need to eat." Remus took one of his hands and rubbed his cheek. "I..lov..care for you Harry, greatly."

Harry smiled, reaching his arms out for a hug, which Remus gladly returned. It was kind of awkward because the highchair got in the way of things. Remus stood up and ruffled the child's black hair, which caused Harry to squeal with laughter.

Remus walked over to the pantry and looked for something easy, which a two year old could easily eat. He shifted boxes and cans around and found some Macaroni and Cheese.

"Mac and Cheese sound good to you Harry?" Remus asked while looking over the directions. He brought out the required necessity to fix it.

"Mac Cheeze! Mac Cheeze!" Harry squealed loudly, clapping his hands.

Remus just smilled and thinking of how proud he was of how he handled Harry's first temper tantrum. He secretly hoped that would be the last one, but deep down he knew better than to believe that.

He set the pot to boil. Since he didn't trust his magical cooking, he decided to do it the muggle way. While he waited for the pot to boil, he went over to Harry and sat him in his lap.

"What do you want to do after lunch?" he asked.

Harry shrugged, not wanting to be a bad boy anymore.

"Sure you do Harry!" Remus encouraged him, thinking he knew what was going through his little head.

Harry shook his head even faster, too fast to confirm his thoguhts.

"Well Harry, why don't we play with the blocks in the living room?" Remus persisted.

"NO REMY'S!"

Harry threw himself into Remy's shoulder and started to cry.

Remus sighed. He pulled Harry away form his neck, and sat him on the kitchen table, so he could look him into the eye.

"Harry," Remus started gently, "Why don't you want to play with your blocks anymore?"

Harry shrugged. He was confused as to why Remus didn't spank him and throw him into the cupboard?

"I think you do know Harry. Why don't you tell me? I can only make it better if you tell me what is bothering you." Remus stated sweetly.

"No be bad boy, no be bad boy no more Remy." Harry stated quietly, looking away.

"Pup," Remus said, lifting the boy's chin gently, so he could look at him in the face "You are not a bad boy at all. You are my good boy. Okay?"

"Hate mez?"

Harry sniffled and looked up at Remus with scared green orbs. Remus sighed, picked him up and held him tightly.

"I thought we already had this conversation, Pup. I could never hate someone as wonderful as you are."

That lifted Harry's spirits, and he pulled away, wiping the tears from his streaked face.

"Well Pup, why don't you put your blocks away? By the time you finish, lunch will be ready." Remus smiled, mostly because his Harry was happy again.

"K, Remy."

With that, the little boy waddled into the living room to pick up his mess.

Remus poured in the contents and waited the required time, thinking about that lovely little boy that is now all his. Time passed by quickly, and before long, he had drained the shells and stirred in the cheese. He waited for it to cool and then put it into a children's bowl, which he set on the table. He went to a different cupboard and pulled out a child's cup. He filled it with juice and set it on the table, too.

Remus headed into the living area, and saw Harry putting up the final block into the bin. He bent down on his knees and reached his arms out.

"Lunch is ready Pup, you ready?"

Harry looked up, saw his Remy and ran into his arms. Harry squealed with laughter as his Remy spun him around and with that they made there way into the kitchen.

Remus placed Harry into the highchair and placed the top over him, then he proceeded to place his food and drank on it.

"Eat up, Pup."

Lunch was a easy, but messy affair. Messy in the sense that Harry was covered with cheese from his face to his hands. Remus put the bowls away and refilled Harry's juice, and took Harry up stairs to wipe him down, since he did not have the strength to give him a bath right this moment.

They reached the platform and headed toward Harry's room. Remus gave the door a nudge and Harry squealed again at the sight of his room. Remus loathed the Dursley's for making Harry appreciate the smallest things like this. He shouldn't even consider it a second thought, but he did.

He sat Harry on the changing table and got the wipes out and started to clean his hands, and then his face. Surprisingly Harry stayed still the whole time. Remus remembed his younger days, when he used to squirm away.

He sat Harry down on the floor and began to clean up around the table. As soon as he finished he looked down at Harry, who held a book in his hand.

"Read, Remy?"

"Sure kid" Remus said, smiling.

He picked Harry up and went to sit in the rocker, and began soothing movements. Once they were settled he began the story "Witch White and the Seven Goblins".

Halfway threw the story Harry feel asleep. Remus set the book down, and saved there space, so they could continue when he woke up. He carefully held the boy, and laid him in his crib. Brushing his cheek, he sighed. Harry looked so much like his best friend.

Remus felt that he should not be standing here. James should be, and Lily should be downstairs cleaning the dishes. He sat down in the rocker and cried, for the first time since he heard the news. Life could be so cruel, but yet, so kind.

AN: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed. I will start posting replys next chapter, but I have delayed this post tooooooo long!!! The reason for the delay I was in Florida over break, and my life has took a wonderful new turn January 8! Since I am in such a good mood, I will TRY to have the next chap up by next weekend! I would like to say thank you to my beta, and my other beta Rosaleen!! Read both of there stories there great! I'm addicted to them!!!!

Next chap we will see Harry, Remus at Hogwarts preparing for his stay there.

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