Yes, it's taking way too long to update this considering it was nothing but revisions. However this one, as well as the last chapter were the worst 2 and I wish I could just delete them...but I couldn't get myself to do it. If you don't like Harry flipping out at Remus, I completely understand, but please don't let it sway your opinion on this story. It does get better! I SWEAR!!!

Harry felt bad for being so angry with Remus, but he really was upset about the situation and he really didn't have a very good excuse for it. Harry replayed the events in his head:

There was a knock on the door frame and Harry looked up to see Remus standing timidly in front of it. Harry just stared at him. Remus stepped towards Harry's bed and just stood there looking down at Harry.

"So, Sirius says you're a little upset with me," Remus started. Harry sent a glare his way in return.

"Would you care to tell me why?" he asked.

"Why do you care?" Harry asked defiantly. He wanted to just come right out and say it, but felt that Remus didn't deserve that.

"Harry, of course I care!"

"Well you didn't seem to care too much after my parents died, did you?"

"Harry," he began calmly, of course he knew what this conversation was going to be about, but actually having it was different than he had expected. "I'm really sorry I didn't take you in . . . I-I just couldn't do it!" Remus said desperately. He could reason with Harry in his head, but he just couldn't get out what he wanted to say.

"And why couldn't you? And why can you now, all of a sudden, huh? I'd really like to know!"

"Harry, I had just lost everyone I had ever cared about. I thought that everyone around me, everyone I ever touched would die! I didn't want to lose you too!"

"So rather, you left me to rot at the Dursley's, never once bothering to check up on me. Tell me, would you have even bothered to see me if you hadn't been my teacher? If Sirius hadn't escaped from Azkaban?"

"Harry, there was no way I could have checked up on you during those years! Dumbledore had arranged it so that no wizard could get into that house! How was I supposed to see you?"

"You could have found away! You probably didn't even try," Harry said, his voice cracking like it had earlier with Sirius. Harry was not going to let himself cry this time. He was going to act tough, and hope like hell that Remus could convince him that he was cared for all those years that he suffered at the Dursley's.

"Harry, please, I'm sorry! What do you want me to do?" Remus asked pleadingly. He felt so helpless. He couldn't think of anything to say, which convinced him that Harry had every right to be so mad at him.

"There's nothing you can do Remus. You should have acted a long time ago, but you didn't! Now please leave!"

"Harry..." Remus muttered, moving forward.

"NO! Please LEAVE!"

Remus obeyed and walked slowly out the door. "Why couldn't he have just thought of a good reason?" Harry thought bitterly.

While Harry was thinking through what he had said, he realized he could no longer stay here at Remus's house...but what could he do? Maybe he could go stay with Ron, he probably wouldn't mind too much. But yet, Harry was such an imposition at the time. Harry's mind was in a jumble, so he did the only thing he could think to do, he took a nap.

"So...what happened, Remus?" Sirius asked quietly after a few minutes of sitting in silence in the stairwell.

Remus sighed. "It was pretty bad. And you know what makes it worse, I could have solved the whole thing by telling Harry that the ministry wouldn't allow me to take him in. I mean, they probably wouldn't have!"

"Moony it's going to be okay, calm down." Remus nodded his head, so Sirius continued, "Lying wouldn't have done any good. For all we know Harry would have stormed the ministry if you told him that. Honesty's the best policy, right?" Sirius joked.

"Right Padfoot," Remus murmured, smiling slightly. "I'm giving up on dinner alright? I think I'm just going to go to bed really early tonight,"

"'K Moony," Sirius replied, watching his friend climb the stairs. "I was right," Sirius thought, "No garlic bread." Nobody made garlic bread quite like Remus.

Sirius threw some of the done spaghetti into some bowls, and topped them off with sauce. He poured a few glasses of milk and put everything on a tray, heading up stairs. He walked right into his room to find Harry sound asleep. He placed the tray on the bedside table, and sat on the edge of the bed. Gently, he shook Harry awake.

Harry shuddered, at being shaken, but didn't immediately wake up. Slowly, one of his eyelids began to flutter, soon followed by the other. Then Harry's green eyes were staring up into Sirius's dark ones. "Morning Harry! How about some breakfast?" Sirius said cheerily, waving the pasta in front of Harry's nose.

"Very funny Sirius. What time is it?" Harry replied groggily.

"It's about 6:30, you haven't been sleeping that long. So. . . things didn't go so well with Remus?"

Harry did the feet thing again, "He just didn't have a good reason. But, Sirius, I can't stay here. I'm so mad! I don't know what to do."

"Well, first take your spaghetti, Remus wasn't up to making garlic bread, so we just have the pasta," Sirius said, looking pointedly at Harry. Harry looked down, so Sirius continued, "Harry, there's no where else for you to go. I'd get my own house to make you feel better, but I'm still on the run from the ministry. And, for your safety, we can't very well move you from one house to the next, it just won't work. You and Remus are just going to have to work through this. Listen Harry, maybe Remus didn't use his head like he should have all those years ago, but he was grieving. The loss of Lily and all the other marauders really hit him hard."

Harry looked sadly at his godfather, "But, wouldn't I have been a comfort, the only remains of all that he once had?" Harry asked with pleading eyes. He really did want everything to be alright, but he just couldn't get past the feelings of neglect he felt. It was one thing to let Dumbledore off. He was a busy man, who was not that involved with his parents' lives. His job was to protect Harry at school, not at home. But Remus was his parents' friend; he let Harry go to a home where he suffered greatly.

"You know, Harry, the ministry probably wouldn't have even let him take care of you."

"Then why didn't he just say that then?!" Harry yelled. He was completely ignoring his spaghetti.

"Shhh, Harry, I don't know, but what's done is done. There's no way he can take it back, and you won't just take his apology. He's kind of trapped at the moment. Would you rather he just made something up and told you that?" Sirius asked calmly.

"I don't know! All I know is that I'm really, really. . . Mad! I can't help it."

"Okay, Harry, but. . . well, can you at least try to be nice to Remus, try to get over the anger?"

"Yeah, I guess I can try, could you get him now actually?" Harry asked timidly.

Sirius stared at Harry for a moment, "You're not going to be mean are you?"

"I'll try not to, I swear. And, can you get rid of this?" Harry asked, holding up his untouched plate of spaghetti. "I'm really not hungry."

Sirius feigned a hurt expression, "But I made that especially for you! -- Oh well! I'll go get Moony for ya, but I'm not guaranteeing anything. He was pretty upset after the two of you talked." With that, Sirius swept out the door.

"I'm just messenger boy today," Sirius thought to himself, not that he minded.

He dropped Harry's plate in the kitchen and then headed up to Remus's room. The door was shut, so Sirius knocked gently.

"Moony, buddy, its me, you up?" When he got no reply, he opened the door a crack and peered in. Remus was lying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Moony, I'm coming in okay?" Remus didn't say yes, but he didn't say no either. He made no sign that he even had heard Sirius at all. Sirius walked in slowly, and walked up to Remus's bed. Remus looked almost catatonic, and that scared Sirius a lot. He placed a hand on his friends shoulder and shook him, asking, "Moony, are you okay?"

Remus snapped out of the strange trance he had been in. "Sirius! You scared the Hell out of me!"

"You scared me too! You were really freaky there you know? Anyway, Harry wants to talk to you again. He's still upset with you, but I think he's ready to call a truce. Either way, I made him promise to be nice. You want to go see him, or wait until tomorrow?"

"I'll go now, I don't want to risk him getting even angrier with me," Remus replied, it was obvious that he was still quite upset about his earlier encounter with Harry. He appeared to be a little apprehensive about another confrontation, but he got up and started for the door anyway.

"Do you want me to go with you Moony?" Sirius asked, seeing the worried expression on his friends face.

Remus shook his head, and Sirius replied, "Okay, I'll go downstairs and watch that tellybox thing. Maybe I'll be able to turn it on myself this time," he said hopefully. He headed out of the room, followed be Remus in his pajamas. They departed at the stairs with a "good luck" from Sirius.

Remus took a deep breath a few feet from Harry's door, and then stepped in. Harry was staring at his feet again, but looked up when he heard Remus enter.

Remus decided it was best to say nothing until he had to, so he just stood there for a moment looking at Harry, who appeared to be gathering his thoughts. He suddenly looked right at Remus's face, and stared for a few moments.

"I'm really upset that you never seemed to care about what happened to me. I'll probably be upset for a long time, and there's nothing anybody can really do about that. I'm sorry about earlier, but I just couldn't help it. I was kind of feeling the way you were, I couldn't get out what I wanted to say. Anyway, you had your reasons for not taking me in and allowing me to live with the Dursley's, and I'm just going to have to accept it."

Remus sent Harry a very relieved look. "Harry, I'm so sorry. When your parents died, I just didn't know what to do about anything, and I didn't think it would be fair to you to bring you into my hectic life. Dumbledore seemed to think that the Dursley's house was a good place for you. He's already admitted he was wrong, but I had trusted him with that decision. I'm so sorry it didn't work. I thought I was doing what was best."

"Why couldn't you have just said that earlier?" Harry asked in awe. That was exactly the answer he had been looking for during their earlier discussion. "That's all I needed to hear."

There was silence between the two for several moments. "So, does this mean I'm forgiven?"

Harry simply nodded, and Remus stepped closer to him.

"Thanks, Harry," Remus said, stepping closer still. He sat at the edge of Harry's bed, and scooped him into a tight hug. Harry hugged back.

"Can you promise me one thing Remus?"

"What's that Harry?"

"Promise you'll never let me live like that again?"

"Harry, I swear by my wand that I will never let what has happened to you happen again. I promise you'll always have a home where you are loved by everyone."

Harry stiffened at this, did Remus just sort of say he loved him? Nobody had ever told Harry that they loved him before. "Are you saying that you love me?" Harry asked cautiously.

"Yeah Harry, I did. I've loved you since you were a little baby, and I never stopped, despite what you think. And again, I'm so terribly sorry."

"I'm over that Remus, and---I love you too." Harry muttered, he had never said that to anyone before. "And---I'm the one who should be sorry, I really had no reason to get so angry with you. Thanks for not hating me for it."

"Harry, I think you had every right to be mad at me, I should have tried to have you live with me, but I didn't. Let's just forget all of that, okay. We can't fix your past, but Sirius and I will try hard to make your future much better. Let's go keep Sirius company, I bet you want to get out of that bed. Sirius is watching the television downstairs."

"You have a television?! Awesome," Harry said, perking up a lot.

Remus laughed, "Yeah, you really have to give those muggles credit, they came up with some spectacular things, like those Bic pens---amazing!"

"Well," said Harry, "I would love to get out of this bed and watch the television, are you going to carry me down?"

Remus nodded, and stood up, then scooped Harry easily into his arms. "You really should eat more, Harry," Remus said for the second time. He took a few steps towards the door until he stepped on something rather furry.

"What the hell?" Remus said, shocked. He looked around Harry's body, and down, "Oh my God!"

Another cliffie for those who haven't read. I know this one was really short, but I didn't want to merge this with the next chapter because...it just wouldn't work as well.

Again I apologize for the crappiness of the whole situation I have created it. Leaving it is kind of defeating the purpose of doing a revision...but I just can't delete the whole thing...

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