A/n: Thanks to the reviewers, especially GavinChaos…thanks for the advice. I know my chapters are pretty short but I'm trying to make them a little longer. I think this one is. Enjoy!

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It had been a week since Harry arrived at Number 12, Grimmauld Place, and a long week at that. Naturally, everything in the house reminded him of Sirius and made staying there a living hell.

The first week had been fairly uneventful, with the exception of Hermione arriving. The first time she saw Harry she ran across the room and smothered him in a hug, almost knocking him over.

"Harry! Oh Harry! It's just so good to see you! How are you doing? Are you ok?"

"It's good to see you too Hermione. I'm pretty good actually."

"I'm glad to hear it."

And she was. Hermione had been worrying about Harry her whole summer holiday. She knew that he would blame himself for Sirius death. She had been writing to him everyday but his replies were always short and full of nothing. She was happy to see that he was doing a little better than he was before they left Hogwarts. She knew he would recover even if it took awhile.

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"Ron, Harry! Get down here to help with dinner, please!" Mrs. Weasley called from the kitchen.

"We're coming mum!"

They made there way down the stairs and through the hallway which still contained the portrait of Sirius's mum. As they entered the kitchen they saw a group of people talking and among them was Albus Dumbledore. As soon as Harry entered the kitchen Dumbledore approached him.

"Good evening Harry. How are you?" Dumbledore questioned

"I'm alright. Why are you here Professor?"

"The Order just had a meeting and seeing as Mrs. Weasley is an amazing cook, I decided to stay for dinner."

"Oh stop Albus," Mrs. Weasley cut in. "You really shouldn't flatter me like that."

"I am not flattering anyone; I am merely speaking the truth." He responded

And with that they all sat down to another one of Mrs. Weasley's wonderful meals.

Harry sat and looked at the people around him. Ron, the two red-headed twins, and Tonks were having a heated discussion about Quidditch, while Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley and Bill were speaking in whispers. Harry noticed Lupin looking at him but didn't turn to meet his gaze. Ever since he had arrived there, Harry hadn't said more than a few words to him. He knew Lupin wanted to talk to him about Sirius, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for that conversation or not. Harry managed to slip away from the table unnoticed, at least he thought, and made his way up to the room that used to belong to Sirius. He had made an attempt to enter it before but someone had always interrupted him. Now would be the best time since he was alone. He took a deep breath and turned the handle.

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Meanwhile, Lupin sat in the kitchen looking at Harry.

He has so many of his father's features, except for those brilliant green eyes. Those belong to Lily. He thought to himself.

He wanted to talk to Harry ever since he had arrived at Number 12 but was hesitant because he wasn't certain he was ready to talk. As he saw Harry quietly escape from the kitchen table, he realized that it's now or never.

Lupin casually excused himself from the table and made his way upstairs. He was about to knock on the door of Harry's room when he saw light coming from inside the room across the hall. Sirius's old room.

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As Harry entered the room, he felt a lump forming in his throat and had to swallow several times to keep himself from crying. He took in a breath and was instantly reminded of Sirius. The scent of the room brought back so many memories that he contemplated leaving, but decided against it. He took in several more breaths and found that the scent was also comforting, and it put him at ease. He walked over to the bed, sat down, and immediately starting to cry. On the beside table was a picture of Sirius and him from last Christmas. Sirius had his arm around Harry and had big smile on his face. They were looking up at him and waving. Harry just sat there weeping, wishing that he could go back in time and undo everything. He had been sitting there for a couple of minutes when he heard a knock at the door.

Great. I finally come in here and now I get interrupted. He thought to himself.

"Harry? Is that you? It's me, Remus. Can I come in?"

"Sure." He said blankly.

As Lupin entered, he saw Harry sitting on the bed holding a photograph. His eyes were red and very puffy. It appeared as though he had been crying.

"Harry, are you alright? You didn't say much at dinner tonight and you look upset."

He didn't know why, but Harry could feel his temper rising.

Of course I'm upset. Do you think these are tears of joy?

"Actually Lupin, I'm just fine. Great even! Spectacular! I'm just overjoyed that the closest thing I have to family is dead. Especially because it's all my fault!"

"Harry it wasn't…" Lupin started but was cut off.

"Don't tell me it wasn't my fault because it bloody well was! If I hadn't been so thick! I could have gotten my best friends killed too! They even told me not to go but I didn't listen. I just had to be the hero. And look what it did! It didn't make me a hero. It killed Sirius! So how can you tell me it wasn't my fault?"

"Harry," Lupin said in a surprisingly calm voice. "No one made Sirius go to the Ministry. He wanted to go. He wanted to help you."

"Yeah well if I hadn't been so stupid he wouldn't have had to save my sorry ass!"

"Harry please watch your language."

That did it. Harry exploded. All the feelings he had been cooping up for months just came pouring out.

"I WILL NOT WATCH MY BLOODY LANGUAGE! I WILL USE ANY WORDS I BLOODY WELL PLEASE!" he screamed

"Harry, I understand that…" he was cut off.

"NO! You don't understand! Have you ever gotten someone killed? No. You haven't. Have you ever put your best friends in such horrible danger? I doubt it. Have you ever been told that you have to defeat the most powerful dark wizard in the world, or be murdered by him?"

"What?"

Harry hadn't told anyone about the prophecy, and definitely wasn't going to now.

"Never mind. You don't understand any of the things I've been through so don't try to tell me that you have."

And with that he stalked out of the room and left Lupin standing there, awestruck.

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Harry went across the hall to the room he and Ron shared. He sincerely hoped it was empty. But it wasn't.

"Harry what was with all the screaming?" Ron questioned

"Nothing."

"Harry are you alright?" Hermione asked. She was genuinely concerned.

"Yeah I'm alright. Lupin and I just had a little disagreement. That's all."

"Didn't sound too little." Ron muttered. Both Harry and Hermione glared at him. "Anyway, I was just telling Hermione about that attack that happened in London a couple weeks ago. Why do suppose people from the Order were in London?"

"I dunno." Harry replied halfheartedly. He was still trying to calm down from the screaming match that he and Lupin had.

"Well they were obviously doing something for the Order. Maybe they were sent there to retrieve something." Hermione offered

"I'm not sure. It seems like if it were an important job like retrieving something they would have used more stealth." Ron suggested. "What do you think Harry?"

"What? Um…yeah. More stealth." He had been lost in thought about his row with Lupin. He couldn't believe that he let the information about the prophecy slip. He decided to go fix what he had broken. "Uh…I'll be right back. I forget something…somewhere."

Ron gave Hermione a puzzled look but she just shrugged.

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Harry crossed the hall to see Lupin now sitting on Sirius's bed. Just the sight of him angered him

How could he think he understands?

He was about to turn around and leave when-

"Harry? Do come in." He said without looking up.

Damn. He saw me.

"Harry, I just want to tell you that even though I may not understand everything you're going through, I understand some of it. You said that I never put my best friends in danger, but that is a false statement. They became illegal Animagi for me. If they would have gotten caught they would have been sent to Azkaban. Because of me. So I know what it feels like to put your best friends in danger."

"Well you don't know what it feels like to get someone killed." Harry muttered.

"You didn't get anyone killed Harry."

"Yes I did."

"I don't agree with you but if you are unwilling to listen to me then I must not press the issue."

"Thanks."

"You're quite welcome." He responded in a cheery voice.

There was a brief silence and then-

"You're the last living Marauder ya know. Well beside Peter Pettigrew but I hardly think he still counts." Harry mumbled

Lupin made a strange noise somewhere between a growl and a cough.

"Ahh…dear Peter. Please don't mention his name while in my presence. But you are quite right. I am the last living Marauder. And I don't think Sirius would be happy if he knew we were sitting around moping about him. So let's go back downstairs and see if Molly saved us any dessert."

And with that they left the room, leaving everything behind. Except for the picture of Sirius and Harry, which Harry kept for himself.

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A/n: Oh my. Harry still has that temper problem. Well this chapter is definitely longer than the others. Yay! Is it too choppy though because it keeps going back and forth from different points of view? Review and tell me! Let's try to get the number of reviews above a sad little 5. Ya know what that means?? REVIEW!! (please!)