Finally, chapter 2!

"Remus!" Harry called waving from the little table that he had gotten outside on the terrace.

"Hallo, Harry." he said, making his way over to him.

"Good Morning." he said, talking Remus's muggle jacket and putting it on top of his on the third chair.

"How are you?" Remus asked as the waitress brought their menus.

"I slept well, finally. It's been a while since, well, you know, that I've been able to sleep well." Harry said, blushing a little.

"I would expect that," he replied, leaning foreward to take Harry's two hands across the table, "That was something that I will never forget. The triumphant look on your face was worth a thousand words."

"I tried." came Harry's response.

"Nonsence, Harry. You were magnificent. At your finest hour." Remus said, looking into Harry's deep green eyes.

"Thanks, Remmie."

"Do you know what you would like or would you like a few more minutes?" the waitress asked, popping open her pen in the table, and stirring the two from their reverie

"Yes, we're ready, right Harry?"

"Yeah, um, I want the number five with ketchup and pickles." Harry said

"Chips or crisps with that?"

"Chips, please."

"And you, sir?" she asked, looking up and down Harry's form as she took Remus' order.

"Same, but without the pickles."

"All right, your order'll be out soon." The perky girl turned on her heel and headed back inside after she sat down two waters.

"Boy, she was something else." Remus said, taking Harry's hands again.

"I know. If I wasn't the way I am, I think I would probably have the luck of being with someone like her." he laughed

"I'm sure that some men are like that. Those high winey kind."

"I don't think I'll get stuck with one of those." Harry said, looking at Remus. Remus flushed and looked away.

Harry took this opportunity to survey Remus' body he was wearing a white summer button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, with a pair of muggle jeans with holes in the knees. One of the benefits of being a werewolf was the youthful looks. He was nearing forty, but looked about thirty one, ten years younger than he really was. His thick brown hair waved about his face in coarse curls dotted with grey. His high forehead and thick brown eyebrows framed his eyes of grey with yellow and gold flecks. His long straight nose finished the middle part of his face winged by high cheekbones. His full, sensuous lips curved into a smile with pearly canines as soon as he realized Harry was looking at him.

"Do I have something on my face?" Remus asked, putting a large square hand up to his face.

"No. I was just looking at you. Commiting to memory, I guess." he shrugged, smiling.

"Well, at least give me the same opportunity." Remus laughed, smoothing a lock away from Harry's eyes. Harry's long hair gave off the vibe that he was older, cooler, and more sophisticated.

"Do you mind?" Harry asked as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"No, not at all. I like the smell, odd as that is." Remus said, looking at Harry's face as he lit the cigarette. The smoke was creating a little halo around him, his raven black hair falling to his shoulders in neat layers. His round glasses were exchanged for a wizometrist's new spell that gave him 20/20 vision. The clear green eyes looked back at him.

"Do I have something on MY face?" Harry laughed.

"No, Harry." Remus said, "I was just admiring that shirt."

"You like it? Ron got it for Christmas for me." he said, gesturing to the Black shirt with the silver tribal design on it, "It means Courage. I was wearing this under my enchanted armor when I fought Voldemort."

"I think you have all the courage you will ever need, Harry." he said, sipping some water.

"Here are your chicken sandwitches, sirs. My name is Mindy and if you need anything, just give a shout." she said, looking at Harry again.

Suddenly, Remus' natural jelousy kicked in as he pulled Harry's palm to his lips. After he kissed his palm, he looked up at 'Mindy' "Thanks. We will."

She blushed and walked away.

"Thanks, Remus." Harry said, kissing Remus' palm in return.

"What is going on here, Harry?" Remus asked, leaning back in his chair, "I feel so odd, kissing my best friend's son."

"I don't know." Harry replied, looking down, sorry that he reciprocated the kiss.

"I don't care though. I think it feels right." Remus said, nonchalant and everything.

"Wow, you took the words right out of my mouth."

"Good, Harry." he said as they ate their sandwiches in silence, looking up at each other occasionally and smiling.

"Are you ready, Remus?" Harry asked, leaning back and patting his stomach.

"I'm ready. Where is your stuff?"

"Right here." Harry said, reaching into his black cargo pants pocket to retrieve a Barbie sized suitcase and five or seven boxes of various sizes. He dug deeper and pulled out a miniature boom and a miniature Buell street bike.

"You have a Buell?" Remus asked, picking up the hot wheels sized bike.

"Yeah, bought it the other day."

"You said you had a Potter Fortune, and I believe it." he said, looking at the little Fireflash 13 broomstick, "These just came out!"

"Anyway, so are you ready?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Remus replied, "Where are you taking me?"

"To the Alley." Harry said, taking Remus' hand.

"For what?"

"I'm taking you for a ride." he said, digging deeper into his pocket, "Here, wear this."

"I don't think this thimble is going to fit on my head." Remus laughed.

"Simple Engorge charm, silly."

"I know that, Harry." he said, laughing again.

Soon, the bike and the helmets were proper sized and Harry had climbed onto the Buell. "Come on, Remmie! It's great!"

"Fine." he muttered, strapping the helmet on. He hopped on the back, holding onto Harry's chest. "Ready."

"Lets go!" Harry cried as the bike roared to life. Remus clutched harder. Shortly they were zooming through muggle London on the Buell.

"This rocks!" Remus yelled into Harry's ear.

"I know!" he yelled back. "Where do I turn?"

"Right on Sycamore!" He cried when they got to the appropriate street.

They pulled onto a residential street lined with Magnolia Trees. There were several little children playing on a slip and slide in a front yard.

"Right here." Remus said, pointing to a two story cottage. It was the smallest on the street, with a huge redbud tree in the front yard. There was a small walk leading up to the front porch. Harry pulled into the little drive and Remus jumped off to open the two car garage. It was painted white clapboard with decorative Victorian trim. Harry drove in and turned off the ignition. Sitting next to him was a small (like everything else) deep wine colored Mazda Miata.

"Cool car." Harry said, running his finger over the black canvas convertible top.

"It flies." he said, opening the door for Harry. The dials on the dash were definitely not standard.

"Awesome. I've been wanting one since second year! The Anglia!" Harry exclaimed.

"Lets get into the house, now." Remus said, smiling.

"All right. I want to get unpacked so that I can get to take a nap."

"Nap? Well, I think I am going to work in the garden while you do that."

"All right. Would you like to help me unpack?" Harry asked, taking Remus' hand as they walked to the front door.

The tiny two story cottage had an attic second floor and a huge wrap around front porch. They walked up the three steps onto the porch which had a white swing and several potted plants on it. Remus opened the door and they walked in. On the right was a parlor, the stairs were just in front of them and the dining room on their left. Walking down between the stairs and parlor they came to a sunny living room and opposite that was the kitchen. In the back, which was basically a windowed sun porch with Remus' bed in the center and a little bathroom off the side. His room was very bare, with stark navy sheets and a white comforter, there was a chair which was a tall wingback with a several items of clothing on it and several books. There were books everywhere. A tall bookcase sat between the door to the closet and the door to the bathroom. It looked out on the garden that Remus had made.

"Here, I'll show you your room now." Remus said, leading him back out into the living room and up the stairs. There was a railing around the stairs at the top, but other than that it was blank. The hard wood floors were the same wood as the sloping ceilings with thick beams. There was a circular stained glass window where the ceiling made an upside down 'V'. Underneath that was a wrought iron bed and a wooden chest of drawers. There was only a mattress on the bed, waiting for Harry's sheets and the drawers for his clothes.

"Wow, Remmie, this is great." Harry said, setting the six boxes down onto the ground and waving his wand at them. Instantly they grew to the size of small hippos.

"You have a lot of stuff, Harry." Remus laughed, digging into the first box and pulling out Harry's black satin sheets and a red satin comforter.

"I like satin. It's so smooth." Harry said, turning a little red, he tossed a few pillows onto the bed. Satin, red and black, of course.

"It is nice. I can only afford cotton though." Remmie laughed at his own poorness.

"Oh well." Harry said, resizing his broom and setting it on two nails that Remus must have nailed into the wall in advance.

"You have a lot of clothing." he commented.

"I bought a lot of it this week as soon as I got full reign on all of my grandfather's inheritance. I figured that have enough money to last me quite a while." He laughed.

"Well, Mr. Potter, you definitely are rich, I will give you that." Remus said, folding a white shirt lovingly and placing it into a drawer.

"Do you want some help in the garden, Remus?" Harry asked after quite a while.

"I think I'm ok, you take a nap."

"I think that I will after I get done unpacking. You can go on out to the garden. I'll sleep a little and then I'll make dinner. My treat."

"You already got me lunch. I'll do dinner. MY treat."

"Fine. We'll make it together."

"Good. I'll come wake you up when it's time." Remus said, walking to the stairs. He turned one last time as he walked down.

Harry continued to unpack and stack his clothing in the drawers. Next he started on all the photographs that he kept with him everywhere. The picture of his parents went on top of the dresser along with the portrait of Hermione that Colin Creevey had taken at the end of the year.

She was facing north when Colin took the picture from the west. She was looking over her shoulder as Colin yelled her name. She saw the little pale boy and smiled just as he took her picture. It was a stunning photograph and Harry made sure he had a portrait of his best friend.

Next to the portrait of Hermione was a picture of Ron, Ginny, Harry and Hermione after a Quidditch game. They were all in their quidditch garb, except Hermione, who never would get onto a broom. They were smiling and in the background Malfoy and he croonies were sulking because they had lost the quidditch cup, yet again.

Out went his favorite poster, it was a muggle poster, a picture drawn of a fairy by Amy Brown. It was done in a soft blue color and it depicted her laying in a background of black. It was beautiful.

The plaque that listed the names of those killed in the final battle lay on his nightstand, reminding him every day about who died for him. Padma Patil, Parvati's sister, Cho Chang, his former love. Hagrid. That killed him the most. Charlie Weasley,all of them, gone. Harry brushed away tears as he unfolded the bookcase from the next box. His collection of Shakespeare, all his school texts, Quidditch through the Ages, Hogwarts a History, they all went to the shelves.

Looking around the room, at the desk in the corner that was already strewn with his things, the nail on the wall that held the pendant and chain that Hermione gave him for graduation. The dresser with new clothes busting from it. And he was content, happy even. So he kicked of his size thirteen shoes and crawled into bed.