Bitter

It wasn't until later that night that Harry realized one of his faults that day. He had grown attached. During a summer with nothing to do except sulking and loitering in the annoyingly pleasant little suburb, he had made countless resolutions. His first and most important one was not to grow attached to anyone.

Ron would probably not budge. He knew it was true. Ron was going to be pestering him day after day about Sirius and Harry knew that the more Ron did it, the easier it would be to hate him.

Hermione was going to try and be an annoyingly motherly figure towards him. Try and get him to talk about what was wrong and she would probably hug him and Harry knew he wouldn't be able to put up with that. Not without breaking someone's face in aggravation.

And Mrs. Weasley? At some point he would have to confront her. He knew he wouldn't handle that well at all. Mrs. Weasley was like his mother. Of course, it was easy to blame her for Sirius's death. If she hadn't constantly been so horrible to him; making him feel like a prisoner in his own house, maybe he wouldn't have been so eager to leave. And if she hadn't interrupted him, Sirius would have told him the truth about Voldemort's plans.

It wouldn't be hard to not feel exactly kindly towards Dumbledore. Mainly because of the anger and rage that he knew felt towards the man.

But Lupin was odd like that.

He hadn't done anything to him. Nothing at all besides that whole 'abandoning him with the Dursleys' thing. But so had everyone else. Dumbledore was as much to blame for it as anyone was. And plus, Lupin did have an excuse. He was a werewolf. And since Dumbledore was so keen on keeping him as far away from the magical world as possible… Lupin couldn't have.

Damn!

But that didn't mean that he had to like the man… did it?

No! He couldn't get close to him. When he got close to people, they died. It was kind of sad to say it, but he wasn't as worried about them dying as he was about the guilt that he would have to deal with if they did die.

The previous month – being so nonchalant about everything was so much easier then having to worry about his failing social life. What would it matter if somebody died if he didn't like them? It was hard to want to bother making friends when they would end up dying anyway.

Whoa. Had he really just thought that? What was wrong with him?

He was lying on Lupin's sofa, wrapped in a light quilt with the assurance that he had no way of leaving. It seemed that discreetness was not of Lupin's better traits. He had seen him cast a spell on the door. It was an alarming spell, not because it was disturbing, but because it sent a loud blaring over the entire house – if not the entire region of the world – when the door was opened. It wasn't until Lupin left for bed that Harry had decided to take free reign over the house.

He had explored the upstairs, quietly, as not to wake Lupin, and noted that he had a crappy looking bathroom with one of those old-fashioned tubs that weren't bolted to the wall and had a curtain that went around the entire tub. He had a half-bathroom in the down-stairs with just a toilet and sink, and that was all Harry had used thus far.

He was reassured that Lupin was not holding out on him and had no other rooms in his entire house for anyone else to sleep in. That was a bit bizarre if Harry had something to say about it, but where was he to talk? How many houses had he even seen in his lifetime?

He would be sleeping on a couch for the rest of the summer, Lupin had assured him. It was his subtle way of saying, 'you ain't goin nowhere.'

Sickeningly enough, (at least to Harry) he didn't feel horrible about it. At least he didn't have to deal with anyone for a while. Bar Lupin that was.

The next morning, he awoke to the smell of bacon, and realized that he had gained an appetite back. 

He ate half a package of bacon that was sitting on the counter, before he realized that he was being watched.

He stared at Lupin for a few moments. "Can I go outside?" since when did he have to ask for that?

Lupin looked at him in a scrutinizing fashion. "I don't even know where the hell I am, where do you think I'm going to go?" He barked in annoyance.

"Fine. But getting an attitude with me isn't the way to get stuff."

He stood up. "Fucking…" he muttered

"Do you realize that I have really good hearing?" He asked nonchalantly.

"That's what I was counting on." He replied not looking back.

Outside, it became very noticeable to him that he had been wearing the same clothes two days in a row. Normally it wasn't such a big deal… but he realized that he didn't actually have any clothes with him.

After realizing that the area around Lupin's yard was in the middle of nowhere – or a forest to be more specific – and that he really had nothing to do out there, he decided that Lupin was to be alerted to the situation.

"Get some new ones or something then." Lupin said, not taking his eyes of the paper he was reading.

 "And how do you propose I go about doing that?" He mocked.

"I don't know. You've got money. You need some new stuff anyway. How about we go out today? Town is only about three miles away. We'll drive in and-"

"Hold up! You have a car? You?" He burst into laughter.

"Yes. I do." He deadpanned.

Harry wiped away a tear. "I have to see it!"

"After lunch."

"Lupin, you're forgetting something." He commented after he made a realization. He raised an eyebrow. "I haven't gotten any of my other shit. My wand, my books, my broom."

"I thought you weren't going back to Hogwarts."

"Shit shit shit shit shit!" He thought to himself. He had said that hadn't he? "I want my broom, none-the-less."

"I guess we'll have to go back to the Dursleys then."

A sick smile spread over his face. "Sounds like a plan to me."

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