A/N: Please read and Review. This story shows the little devil side in Harry. Hope you enjoy! I am also balancing Pride and Prejudice, so I will be going back and forth to update. Thanks a lot!

Chapter Two: Lupin Visits

Harry used the fireplace downstairs in the lobby of his apartment. In a few minutes, he appeared in the lobby of the Quidditch Stadium.

"Good morning, Mr. Potter," the girl at the desk greeted cheerfully, "Welcome back."

Harry muttered a small "Good morning," as he reached the door to Ron's office behind them. He turned around and noticed the girl staring curiously at him. He gave her a strange look before walking into the office.

"Well morning Harry!" Ron announced from his desk.

"Morning Ron," he replied, taking a seat.

Ron gave a little chuckle. Harry rolled his eyes before joining in himself, "Well, you know how she is; you got to humor her in these things."

"Don't apologize to me Harry," said Ron, "I envy you from the bottom of my heart. I wish I was in your shoes."

"Yes, she's a great wife," Harry agreed.

There was a knock. The girl at the front desk appeared at the door.

"Yes what is it Penelope?" Ron acknowledged her.

She turned to Harry, "There's a Mr. Lupin been waiting to see you, Mr. Potter. He won't tell me his business; he says it's something private."

"Ron, you don't mind if I use your office for a few moments do you?" Harry asked him.

"No, not at all," Ron replied.

"Thanks," Harry turned to Penelope, "Send him in here."

Penelope nodded and disappeared behind the door.

"Well, I'll leave you to your misery, Harry," Ron patted him on the back, "Tell old Lupin I said hello. Remember lunch at the pub today?"

"I'll try and make it," Harry replied. Ron exited out the side door as Penelope returned with tall skinny man behind her.

"Mr. Lupin," she announced, stepping aside for the man to enter. She then promptly stepped out and closed the door.

Lupin walked straight up to Harry, studying him intently.

"Well how do you do! Professor Lupin!" Harry extended his hand.

"Please, Harry, I'm no longer your professor! Call me Remus," Lupin smiled as they shook hands.

"Have a seat," Harry pulled up a chair for him.

"Thank you," Lupin sat down, "It's been a long time Harry. How've you been?"

"Good, good," he said, "We've won our last four matches, and it looks like we'll be going into the Championship finals in a month."

"That's great!" Lupin exclaimed, "I'm so glad you and Ron get to work together so often."

"Well he's a great manager," Harry praised, "Never lets me or the team down."

"And how's Mrs. Potter?" Lupin asked.

"Hermione is as lovely as ever," he answered, "Sure we have our share of fights here and now, but we're great."

"Good to hear," Lupin forced a smile, fidgeting at the subject.

Harry observed his strange behavior, "Hey, Remus, what's wrong? Anything the matter?"

He drew in a deep breath and averted his eyes, "Well, Harry, there's something I have to tell you."

Harry frowned, "I don't like that tone of your voice, Professor, what is it?"

"Oh no, no," Lupin assured him, "Don't worry, its nothing too serious, Harry."

"Well?" Harry held his pose, preparing for what he was about to say.

"Okay, here goes," Lupin began, "Remember that night the two of you got married, a few days just after your graduation at Hogwarts?"

"Well sure," Harry recalled fondly, "You performed the marriage ceremony yourself, by the lake."

"Yes, well," Lupin paused for a moment, "I was speaking to Dumbledore about it today, and he let me in on a fact that sheds new light on things."

"What's that?"

"Well, Hogwarts, and the properties around it are not exactly sanctioned by the Ministry of Magic." Lupin explained.

"How could that be?" Harry asked, "It must be! Remember the Tri-wizarding competition and that ordeal with Umbridge during our fifth year?"

"Oh yes," Lupin continued, "Politics wise, the school is under the Ministry, its structure on learning and such, however, physically, the plans of the property are not officially sanctioned by our government. Why did you think that Hagrid was able to bring and keep all those illegal creatures out and about? And so, well, you do follow me don't you?"

Harry thought for a moment, "Umm yes?"

"Well I found out that I had no right to marry the two of you on school grounds," Lupin uttered the last words softly; "It's not legal."

"What do you mean it's NOT legal?" Harry cried out.

"Now now Harry, I don't want you to be frightened or upset or anything," Lupin said, trying to calm him down, "But there's been a kind of a mistake. You're not legally married."

"What's that?"

"Oh, well you really ARE married and everything, in every sense of the word," Lupin comforted him, "There's a little technically. It's perfectly all right, you understand, its just common law and everything. But Dumbledore and I figure, in case, deaths, wills and births, you know, children, we figure it would be better if you got married again, just to be on the safe side." He waited for Harry's reaction.

Harry's expression was neutral as he processed Lupin's story. After a few moments of silence, Harry gave out a light laugh, "Hmm, its kind of funny isn't it?"

Lupin joined in weakly, "I'm glad you're taking this all so well, Harry. I knew you would be able to handle it. Sorry I really can't stay long, I must go now." He stood up from his chair.

"Well thanks for letting me know," Harry walked him to the door.

"Yes, I'm really awfully sorry about it."

"Don't worry," Harry assured him, "It's not your fault."

"Give my love to Hermione, I am rather busy, I really don't have time to stop by," Lupin added.

"I will, thanks a lot Prof-Remus," said Harry.

"Well then, good bye." With that, Lupin left the office.

Harry giggled to himself at the idea again. He walked over to Ron's desk and sat down. He picked up the phone and dialed his house. As it rang, Harry picked up a nearby quill and started doodling on a piece of parchment. He printed the name, Miss Granger and smiled. Taking out his date book Hermione gave him for their anniversary from his inner pocket, he turned to the page for today and scribbled Miss Hermione Granger on the 6:30 line.

"Hello?" the receiver finally picked up.

"Hello dear," Harry said, "Where do you think I'm going to take you for dinner tonight? No. No." He waited for a few more guesses before saying, "No, Madam Puddifoot's."

"Harry! I didn't think you even remember the name of the place!" Hermione said excitedly, "We haven't been there since our last year at Hogwarts. Oh I love you."

"You want to meet me down at the office around six?" Harry asked, "Great! Bye darling,' he hung up the phone smirking to himself.

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