Bitter

Before Harry could continue, something caught a hold of him. He didn't know whether someone had come to the house and put a charm on him or whether he himself had stopped himself from doing it. Of course, when Harry's conscience did decide to pay him a visit from wherever the hell it had been, it was never in the heat of the moment. Right now, he wanted nothing more to continue to beat the crap out of the asshole in front of him. He found the one thing to set him off more then anything else in the world right now was to talk about Sirius; badly or not. To say that he had been the cause of his Godfathers death was to sentence themselves to the same fate.

If only Sirius was here. Sirius could relate to him. In the time he had been sitting alone in his room, he wondered if that was the reason behind his increased anger. He wasn't in denial. He knew he was mad at the whole fucking world. He knew that something was probably wrong with him, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Sirius hadn't liked him because he didn't like mischief; because he didn't take risks; because he wasn't his father. Well he would be now. He would be sadistic and torment people who hadn't done anything to him if he had to. If that's what Sirius would have wanted for him then that's how he would act.

Sirius had been an angry person, hadn't he? When he was accused of blowing up a street of people, no one seemed to have any trouble believing it. Not even one of his best friends.

Speaking of the bastard…

He felt like someone had preformed a freezing charm on him because he couldn't move. He didn't sense anyone in the room, so he didn't know who could have cast the spell.

Remus gathered himself together in front of him. He cradled his jaw in one hand and bent over his stomach pulling his arm around it with the other. When the pain was bearable, he released him from whatever he had been under.

There was an awkward silence. Harry was seething mad at him, but really didn't feel like hitting him now. He assumed that Lupin had frozen him with an outburst of magic. Lupin looked at him like he didn't know whether to hit him or apologize. Harry was hoping for Lupin to hit him rather then apologize. It was so much easier to justify yelling at him when Lupin had provoked him.

With a deep breath, Lupin put a hand on Harry shoulder. Harry crudely shrugged him off. "Don't touch me."

He could tell that Lupin had gotten what he wanted; Harry to break the silence and talk to him. Though it was amiss. He wasn't going to launch himself into a whole new conversation with Lupin about why he hated the bastard.

"Will you just calm down? I don't want anything from you, okay? I don't assent you hitting me, but I guess I can't blame you. I'm sorry." He said all of this through his broken jaw, and healed it with a spell after the statement.

Harry didn't want to say anything. He just wanted to glare at Lupin until he felt so self-conscious that he just let Harry leave, but logic didn't allow him the idea that Lupin was just going to let him leave the house and fuck off somewhere.

He had to say something. If not just to satisfy his own grudge towards what Lupin had said. "If you ever talk to me that way again, I'll do a lot more then break your jaw." It wasn't a conversational statement, but had he said anything conversational in the past month or so? He knew that Lupin knew that he would hold him to the threat.

"Whatever. Anyway, I wanted to ask you if you wanted anything to eat." Lupin told him.

Harry was at a loss for what to say. For the first time all summer, he didn't know what to say. Finally, his stomach answered him silently. "Whatever." He replied.

Lupin was poor. There was no doubt about that. Despite his interesting new personality, Harry could never endorse somebody who made fun of people because of how much money they made. Regardless, Lupin was still poor.

The kitchen was more of something you might find in a trailer more then a house. He surveyed the room with limited interest. He had seen enough wizarding houses to be quite use to pots being washed with a flick of a wand.

He stared at the cracks in the ceiling (and there were quite a few) for a couple of minutes while Lupin fixed them both a grilled cheese. He ate in peace. His stomach full after eating the sandwich and refused when he was offered another.

Harry stared back looking at Lupin questioningly. Lupin looked at him uncomfortably and Harry knew that he had no idea what to do with him. Harry got a smug satisfaction out of Lupin realizing how poor a guardian he would have made.

"What do you normally do?" Lupin asked him.

Oh, the possibilities!

"Well my job as a pimp keeps me pretty busy." Harry kept a straight face, but Lupin's expression almost made him smile. Of course, he couldn't remember when he had last done that.

"Will you settle for watching TV?" Lupin suggested.

"You have one?" Harry didn't let his surprise seep into his voice. His defense strategy was to remain as impassive as he possible could for as long as he could.

"Well there isn't too much to do when you don't have a job." Lupin replied.

Or a best friend, Harry added mentally. 

"What the hell? Nothing better."

Notes: Well that was chapter 5. I'm impressed with how many reviews I've gotten. I really wasn't expecting that many responses. I had just started this because all of the corny sixth year stories were get on my nerves, but I guess people like it.

Another one of my stories should be up soon. If you thought that Bitter was controversial then you're going to love this one.

Harry moves in with Sirius in his fifth year (yeah it's an AU) and everything's is looking up… Then Sirius's drink problem flares up… and Harry is a target of his drunken rage. He doesn't know what to do. Sirius isn't aware of he's doing when he's sober and Harry can't tell Sirius about any of it, knowing how protective he is of Harry.

So… how does it sound? Unlike this, I actually know exactly what I'm going to do with this fic. 

Ms. Issues: Thanks. : ) I know. Some of the insults exchanged were a bit… harsh. I don't think Harry or Remus necessarily have to back down in order to get along. But I won't say any more. ; ) This chapter kind of gives you a better understanding of some of Harry's motives. I don't know if Sirius would be proud of Harry technically, but can you imagine how Harry would get that idea? Thanks for your review.

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Meg of All Trades: OOC? I hope I'm not writing him poorly. I'm trying to capture his character with what J.K. has given us to work with. You really can't see how he would act while mad. Thanks for your review. No, Harry didn't get his nose fixed. It had stopped bleeding by then of course. Thanks.

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Chi7890: Thanks a lot for your review. No, Remus really wouldn't know much about the Muggle world, but who's to say just how much he knows? Sirius kind of seems the type to smoke. What do you think? I don't know how calm Remus would be in a situation like that. I'm only writing him the way I think a sensible person would react to the circumstances. Thanks.

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