Disclaimer: I do Not own Harry Potter or anything officially related to it.

A/N: This chapter's even stranger and more poorly written then the others, you have been warned.

Warnings: SLASH later on. Language and possible violence and spoilers for all five books.

Chapter Five

Watching from his perch on the branch of a tree at the edge of the forest, he waited. Even as darkness fell and nothing out of the ordinary happened, he waited. Even when the storm clouds broke and rain started pouring down and a fierce wind picked up, he waited.

He would wait forever for his Master.

Leaving by the back door, Harry walked through the back-courtyards and rose gardens, and down the gentle slope the mansion sat on, heading towards the stables.

He had decided instead of walking he would visit Cal. He knew his uncle knew that he was pretty disappointed about the whole magic thing, even though Harry had tried to pretend it was nothing, but Vernon didn't know just how upset his nephew was.

Harry had always known there was something . . . different . . . about him, he had known ever since he had accidentally broken his pencil in school during an important test and he hadn't had a spare one. He had nearly panicked, wishing desperately for a pencil, and suddenly there was one.

It had appeared right on his desk, right in front of him, right out of thin air.

Things that that had happened in the following years, but that was the first time he could remember doing it.

The more it happened out of strong emotions, he found controlling it became easier. Small things like lighting a candle or summoning a book from his bookcase without having to get up, fixing his glasses or healing minor wounds became easy, almost normal, things to do.

And harder things like transfiguring the food of a teacher he had been mad at into mice, or made Diana Thomson's face break out when he learned that she had only been playing with his best friends feelings.

Childish, yes, but it had been worth it.

All those strange things that he could do had finally been explained. It was magic. Magic! And there were others! Other people with powers like him, at that school, at Hogwarts!

Yet, he couldn't go. It was too late. He had lied to his uncle when he said that it wasn't like something was being taken away from him, that things would continue as normal. The truth was that it did fell as if he lost something, something terrible important and he just had to get it back.

Looking at the beautiful oak doors of the mansion, he straightened his black robes and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to make it look neat before grabbing the brass knocker and knocking twice.

Not long after, the door was opened by a dignified looking old man dress in a butler's uniform. "Can I help you, sir?" The butler asked eyeing his robes in an odd manor.

"I'm here to see Mr. Dursley's son. Is he in?" The wizard replied.

"Son? Master Dursley doesn't have a son."

The brunette blinked. Had he been given the wrong information? "I was told I was to see the Mr. Dursley's heir."

"Oh, you must mean Master Harry. He's Master Dursley's nephew."

"Nephew? Oh, well, can I see him?"

"Was Master Dursley expecting you?"

"I'm afraid not. Me coming here was all rather sudden. My boss sent me with orders to speak with who ever was the heir and that was it."

"I see." The butler raised his eyebrow. "Your name?"

"What? Oh, Remus. Remus Lupin."

A/N: I warned you at the beginning, didn't I?

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