Bitter

It took five minutes to for him to calm himself down enough to speak. Even then, his words were accompanied by hysterics and hiccups, and ever few seconds he would burst into another round of fits.

He had just gotten his first look at Lupin's… ahem, vehicle.

"You- hahahahaha. You have to- hahahahaha. You've got to be- hehehehehe." He wiped a tear from his eye. "You've got to be kidding me."

Lupin's face did nothing to disolve the humor in the situation. "It's not funny. This is my car!"

"No, it's not… -hahahahah- It's fucking hysterical! Did- *hiccup* did you steal this- hahahaha- off the set of Scooby doo?"

He had always hated his laugh. This was no exception. Despite his voice changing recently, and his taking on of a deeper voice, his laughter was the exception. He maintained a squeaky, and embarrassing laugh. In his discovery of the situation, he had decided that laughing was overrated anyway. Not that the previous year had called for much of the behavior.

He made no attempt to stem his conniption, however.

"You know, I have no problem with you walking." He deadpanned.

"No no! *hiccup*" He laughed. "I can't wait to ride down Privet Drive in this thing."

"Should I sit in back with the burnt out joints?" Harry suggested.

"I don't smoke pot." He swore. "Not anymore at least."

The smile melted off his face at this revelation and an eyebrow raised. "Well that was a mood killer."

"I think I should drive." Harry said uncertainly.

"Do you have your license?"

"It's in my trunk." He lied.

"Then be my guest."

Harry walked around the side of the vehicle strongly willing himself not to break out in a mean smile. He had driven before. His uncle was none the wiser to his trips to the drug store to pick up a pack of cigarettes. Pick up being literally.

He looked with concern to see that it was an automatic. He had never had any practice in on stick-shift.

He pulled the lever back and shifted into reverse. The car came to a halt with a screech at he end of the drive way, and he made a hair-pin turn and whizzed down the path. The old car wasn't use to going this fast and ricketed and bounced on the unpathed road.

"First thing I do when I get my Gringotts vault transferred into muggle money is buy a Hummer!" He declared with zeal.

Lupin – who had been holding onto door handle for dear life, looked horror-stricken at the thought.

He went for almost five minutes going far past the speed limit, and bouncing practically into the branches of adjacent trees before he stopped at the first red-light.

They were practically in the middle of nowhere, and no cars were around.

Lupin looked like half of his hair had turned gray during the trip. He declared with a shaking voice, "Move. Over."

"Chinese fire drill!" They switched places, and Lupin moseyed off.

"God, you are such a killjoy."

"It's not like I can just buy a new car when you break this one. Hummer, pfff! You should try buying a used car from '89

and see how you drive it. The problem with you is that you don't bother to take responsibility for anything. You have a vault full of money that you think will keep filling itself back up when you finish with it."

"That's supposed to be my problem? I've got much worse problems then that. I've got no anger management, I'm a mean bastard with no respect towards anyone, I'm practically a klepto, and I start trouble just for the fun of it."

"Well they say that acceptance is the first step to recovery." He muttered

"Hell no. I like fucking with all you people."

"You really need to watch your mouth."

"What do you want me to do? Pull my eyes out and turn them around?"

"Do you have any respect for your elders?"

"Did you think about what you said before you said it?"

"No, obviously not."

"Obviously."

There was more silence.

"I really think that you should quit smoking. You're at a critical age." They had arrived at a familiar road close to Privet Drive.

"I think you should mind your own business. Go puff the magic dragon or something."

"That was a joke! Do I really look like I smoke weed?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"When we get to the house, you're going to go in, get your stuff, and leave. There will be no dawdling, no picking fights, and if I have to fix any broken bones, there's going to be hell to pay."

"Oh, trust me, there's going to be hell to pay anyway." He smirked opening the door to walk out. He recognized the alarmed face between the blinds that belonged to his aunt. His smirk only got larger.

Thanks for reading and reviewing everyone! Sorry for the cliffy. I know you wait a long time for this chapter, so sorry it's so short.

Pip3: You'll get to find out next chapter.

Lizzy: Amen ten-fold! Oh, God, I can't stand those! I hate ships. I sure as hell don't want to read mush. The point of this story is that Harry is out of character. He sort of snapped. I hope you don't mind. I'm glad it's reassuring. I realize that by the end of the book he was sort of getting over the whole thing, but being around the Dursley's sort of pissed him off, and with the remaining grief he had looming over his head, he just freaked. And thank you for complementing my spelling. I mean, a lot of people I know with good stories can't spell, but you know if the grammar sucks, the story probably will too.

Ckat44: Thanks a lot. I'm not sure how I would go about making any pairings in this, let alone, slash – which I'm not a fan of. I mean, Harry doesn't get along with anyone, and the only characters are Harry and Remus. Thanks for the complement though.

Destined Enchantress: Thanks a lot. I laughed a lot while writing this. I was waiting for someone to comment on Harry's choice of music. Listen to Eminem, or Tupac when you get angry, and it's makes you want to kill someone! Did you hear about that man who shot two policemen after listening to Tupac Shakur? Not that I don't have respect for rock music. Thanks for your review.

Nemati: Thanks a lot!

Heyyouwiththeface: Just to tell you, I love your name. Thanks for your comment.

ShieningStar: Thanks for your patience. It's appreciated. And for reviewing, as well.

Jeangab057: I'll take that as a complement.

Moo: Hey! Thanks for your review. I'm glad I'm one of your favorites. Next chapter, I promise! (What Harry does to the Dursley's) and I have no idea when Harry and Lupin will confront that issue, but it will probably take a whole chapter. I'm not sure that I would want Harry in the same room with Dumbledore for a while. I mean, beating up a 150-year-old man wouldn't look very good in the papers, now would it? Lol. Thank you.

Jemma Blackwell: I guess that's my fault. I didn't write about Lupin fixing his nose. He did, I just didn't mention it, sorry. Yeah, I know it's harder. But it's nice to blow off some steam. That's what writing this story is like. Could you, um, tell me what part of the story I wrote that whole analogy thing in? *laughs* I'm sorry, I really don't remember. I've been busy though. But thanks for complementing it. Yeah, I'm writing more of this.

Chi7890: Oh, the Dursley's noticed. Thanks for the idea, actually. I've got a great scenario in my head now.

Ms. Issues: Well, without further ado… wait, I just posted it, didn't I? You'll have to wait until next time for my next one. I don't mind you persistence, it makes it easier just to copy paste 'thanks for the compliment' over and over again. No, I'm just kidding. I don't do that. But you're right, people do have pretty much the same reviews. Can't say that I mind, though. Sorry to disappoint you with the car. It's actually like that where I live. Everyone has kickass cars, and cell phones, and digital cable because they don't have to pay much for their mortgage. Hehe. Lupin doesn't have a job though, so oh well.

Lanfear: Yup, he has something up his sleeve. Thanks for the review.

Viraten: I think that it's due to a good summary. You have to draw people in. Thanks.

Someone: Thank you, and thank you again!

ShardWing: Thanks for your reviews. Yes, it will be fun, Harry living with Remus. *Takes on announcer voice* Two complete opposites. A small, piece of crap house. One bathroom. One bedroom. See what happens, on the next, 'Bitter'.

Thank you all! I loved your reviews. It made me feel so special that I couldn't get into an angry enough mood to write for a couple of days. (But don't start flaming me to write faster!) Love you all!