"Someone to take your life beyond/ Another TV "I love 1999"/ Just one more box of cheapo wine."

If you find yourself caught in love, Belle and Sebastian.

Dumbledore sat on the battered sofa opposite them, next to him was Molly Weasley. "I'm sorry, but you must go," the ageing wizard muttered. "Molly, will you go with him to pack?"

Harry glared first at his headmaster then the kindly housewife before dashing out of the room.

Remus closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he listened to the retreat of angry footsteps. "Merlin, Albus, you do choose your moments. Don't you?"

"Do I?" Dumbledore asked mildly.

"This morning he was the happiest I've seen him since Voldemort's defeat. Your arrival ruined all of that," Remus tried to make himself sound angry, but he could not find it in himself.

Instead he just felt disappointed and tired. He remembered that just before their arrival, he and Harry had been dancing around the kitchen to the music coming from the battered radio.

In truth, it was not just Harry that had been so exuberant. Lupin had not felt such lightness of spirit or sheer joy since his childhood. All he wanted to do was grasp Harry by the hands and dance away.

"I'm sorry, Remus. Truly I am, but Harry would be better off in a stable environment."

"What are you insinuating?" the werewolf said, his voice icily cold. "As far as I can see, there are three possible things you're talking about. One is that Harry has had a turbulent childhood and should be with a proper family and all that counselling bullshit."

He heard Dumbledore gasp slightly but ignored it. Now he was angry. "The second is that Sirius could jeopardise Harry's safety, which we both know is rubbish. Sirius would not harm a head on the boy's head! He may throw me around, but never Harry."

Remus paused to smile crookedly. "And the third is that you are using my lycanthropy as an excuse should the above two fail to work."

"No, you have twisted this all out of proportion." Dumbledore's tone was soothing; it might have worked on an irate fifteen-year-old at some point, however it was not working now. "I'm doing this for Harry's sake.

"His friends miss him, they want to see him"-

"And they will, when its term time"-

"I'm just suggesting that Harry might be better off with the Weasleys."

"Is that what it is?" Remus asked mockingly. "A suggestion?"

Dumbledore nodded his head vehemently. "Then, sir, if my definitions are correct, I do not have to agree. A suggestion is a proposal or idea that is obviously being suggested."

Albus' periwinkle eyes glinted with something other than their normal friendly twinkle. Remus knew that he had not been argued with like this for many years. "I do not like your tone," he murmured in a decidedly colder tone.

"How about you leave the mollycoddling to someone who has Harry's best interests at heart; all you've done is smother him from the brutal reality. If you hadn't done that in the first place and admitted to the truth when he asked you the first time, then we might not be in the same mess!"

Remus' voice had risen to nearly a shout, realising this he lowered it. "Harry, will you come in here a moment?"

The teenager stomped in, the picture of dejection and silent adolescent fury.

The lycanthrope held out his hand and gently pulled Harry down onto the sofa next to him, absently patting his knee. "I know this is hard, but what do you want? To stay with me for the next week or with Ron and Hermione?"

Harry was torn. He knew his friends would be upset if he refused them, although Remus would be equally saddened at his departure. And quite frankly he would see Ron and Hermione for the whole of next year; he might not get to see his lover any more.

"Remus," he answered with a hopeful smile up at his former-Professor. "I want to stay with him," he reiterated.

"So be it," Dumbledore replied wearily. "Come, Molly, we are not wanted. I will see you next week, Harry." He then left with a loud crack, the Weasley shortly after him, leaving with a final glare at Remus.

"By Merlin, I'm glad that's over," Lupin muttered, pulling Harry into his arms. And they kissed as though the world was about to end.

I don't really like this chapter at all… its not really interesting or vital to the plot, but I feel it must be done. Anywhoo… this is one of the final few updates- thanks for your support and especially to my beta UnderLucius who is a God amongst betas.