Hi guys this is only fanfic number 2, and totally different from my first one! It's basically about how Harry and Remus feel after OOTP. I'm sure you have all read Order of the Phoenix by now, but for all you crazy people who haven't, THERE ARE SPOILERS! Hope you like it!

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Harry had barely left his bedroom all summer. He didn't have the energy to move. He didn't have the energy to do anything anymore. Harry had received several letters from his friends over the summer. They had frequently asked Harry to stay over and join them for the rest of the summer but Harry had so far declined all of their offers. He was afraid that they would somehow try and reassure him about the death of his godfather or ask him questions about his feelings. He couldn't face being interrogated about it all.

For the eleventh time in a fortnight an owl swooped through Harry's open bedroom window and landed on top of Hedwig's empty cage (she was out hunting). Harry sighed and slumped off of his bed, expecting to see one of the Weasley's owls, but instead he was greeted by a large grey owl he didn't recognise. Only mildly interested, Harry took the parchment from the owl and read his letter. The handwriting seemed familiar.

Harry,

Hello, how are you?

I hope you are well and OK at your aunt and uncle's house. I know you don't like staying there every summer holiday, so I was wondering if you would want to join me at Grimmauld Place for the rest of the summer? I have already asked Dumbledore if you could, and he agreed that it would be safe. I will totally understand if you are not ready to face the house again, I know how you feel. But if you do want to come please reply and we can arrange a time for me to come and get you sometime tomorrow.

Hope to hear from you soon.

Take care

Remus Lupin

Harry mulled the letter over for a minute, thinking. He really should go and visit Lupin. Besides, he was probably the only person who knew how he, Harry, was feeling. Since Lupin had been close to Sirius as well.

Harry replied to Lupin, feeling that a stay at Grimmauld place may be what he needed. Harry hadn't spoken a word to anyone about his feelings, but felt that he could probably open up to Lupin. There was something about him that Harry trusted, and maybe Lupin needed someone to talk to as well.

The next evening Harry sat in his bedroom waiting for Lupin. He had eagerly packed all of his belongings into his trunk the night before and was now sitting on his bed waiting for what seemed like an eternity for the doorbell to ring. Lupin said that he was going to use his broomstick and an invisibility cloak to get to privet Drive.

At long last Harry heard the unmistakable ring of the doorbell and the thundering of his uncle's footsteps to the font door.

Harry dragged his trunk down to the bottom of the staircase to find the three Dursleys all looking red-faced and unspeakably scared. He squeezed between them and came face to face with Remus Lupin, who was looking slightly amused at the Dursley's faces.

Without a word to his aunt, uncle or cousin Harry shut the door from the outside and turned back around to greet Lupin.

"You would think they have never seen a man with a flying broomstick by the looks on their faces." Said Lupin sarcastically "It's good to see you Harry," he said, shaking Harry's hand.

"Good to see you too," said Harry managing a smile for the first time of his six-week summer. "Sorry about them." He apologised, jerking his head towards the house

"You don't have to apologise Harry," Lupin insisted "I find it quite amusing actually!" He chuckled. "Come on, we can talk some more when we get back to the house, I'm sure you're eager to get out of here."

"Yeah I hate this place!" Agreed Harry, giving number four Privet Drive a dirty look as he mounted his broomstick and waited for Lupin to guide the way. He was going to leave the tail of his broomstick visible so that Harry could follow him.

As Harry flew off the ground, his invisibility cloak draped over him, all of his worries were momentarily put on hold. He felt free when he was flying, as if he didn't have a care in the world.