A/N: Just a little extra chapter, not much but I'm gonna call it a whole chapter so I don't screw up the numbers. I wrote this after I wrote the next chapter, and it doesn't fit exactly with the flow of things, also it's a pretty weak chapter but I wanted some closure on stuff, so here it is.

CHAPTER 3- BONUS CHAPTER

Remus extracted his hand carefully from Harry's. He felt bad about doing it, and he didn't really want to, but stronger than his will not to leave Harry's side was a deep feeling that he couldn't quite repress. Besides, Harry was not likely to wake for quite a while yet, long enough for Remus to execute his plan.

Alright then, in truth Remus didn't really have a plan. It was just the indescribable feeling that was driving him, and made him walk away from Harry and towards the door of the room. Casting one last sad glance back at the sleeping figure, he slipped out the room. Then out the house.

*

With a small pop, Remus appeared on a prim-looking street, and walked swiftly towards a prim-looking house where a large brass number '4' adorned the white front door.

Remus knew that there was protection on the house to prevent him from breaking in; else he might have done just that. Instead he rang once on the doorbell, and waited with eerie patience.

There was the unmistakable sound of muffled voices that Remus could hear only due to his unusually sharp hearing. He rang the bell again. This time he heard a thump come from the top of the house. He rang again.

A minute and one ring later, the door opened and Remus saw a large beefy man with a thick moustache standing on the other side, wearing striped pyjamas and looking very angry.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF-" he started, before stopping abruptly when Remus walked into the house, still oddly calm.

"Hello Vernon," he said pleasantly. "I don't suppose you remember me."

Vernon Dursley was by that point decidedly purple in the face, but then he quickly drained of colour as he caught a good look at the man in front of him.

"You," he seethed, trying to sound menacing though not being able to hide the fear in his voice. "You're one of the freaks from the station!"

"Very good. Now can you remember the warning we gave you?"

Vernon, if possible, seemed to pale even further.

"That freak boy deserved everything he got!"

"Vernon!" a shaky voice hissed from the staircase, where on closer inspection Remus saw that Petunia was crouched behind the banister. "He can't prove anything!"

"Too late, you've just proved my suspicions for me," Remus said calmly, taking out his wand. "You can't say you weren't given fair warning."

The Dursleys looked at the object Remus was wielding with absolute horror.

"It's a shame that only witches and wizards can be sent to Azkaban, but fortunately I've got the next best thing," Remus said, before pointing his wand at Vernon and Petunia in turn and whispering a spell. "Demento Repentus."

Petunia screamed, and Vernon shook with either rage or fear, or a combination of both as the spell shot at them. Neither of the Dursleys spoke, rather they looked as if they thought they were facing the apocalypse and would drop dead at any moment.

"I haven't hurt you," Remus said disgustedly. "But I suppose you'll soon find out how it feels to be haunted with nightmares every night of every bad thing you've ever done. I hope for your sakes that you have it in you to repent for what you've done, or it won't ever end.

"And if you ever even go near Harry ever again, I won't hold back next time."

Remus glared at the Dursleys one last time before turning to walk out the door, with one parting comment before he left.

"Oh, and put Dudley on a diet. A proper one."

With that Remus left the house, and turned back only to cast one last spell.

The house behind him flashed blue and pink as he walked down the street, and then disappeared with a pop.

*

Remus walked back into the room he had left not fifteen minutes before, and drew up a chair to sit beside the young man who slept there. He slipped his hand back into Harry's. He wanted Harry to know he was there when he woke, but also he craved the contact and something more that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Remus sighed sleepily; he was just too tired to think any more. Relaxing in the chair he fell asleep.