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Chapter 1: "Moony" and other Visitors

Harry sat on his bed, trying desperately to clear his mind, his body crying out for sleep. Dreamless sleep. Not sleep plagued with visions of Voldemort, or his godfather dying. "How am I supposed to clear my mind of thoughts and emotions, when my godfather's dead?" he said out loud. And it's your fault, he added silently to himself. Here we go again said his brain savagely, as Harry threw himself at his pillows, not bothering to fight back the tears that had engulfed him again.

Hours later, there was a knock at the door of his room, jerking him out of a trance. "You have visitors, downstairs. The kitchen." said his uncle, and by the sounds of it, he did not like the people who had come to visit him.

He sat up, thinking. Who did he have to visit him? Slowly, he got up, and walked downstairs to be met by a shriek.

"Harry! How are you? I mean...Hi." finished one of his best friends, Hermione Granger.

"Alright Harry?" said the other, Ron. "Lupin is here too, but he's talking to the Dursleys."

"Hi! What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting you for another week," replied Harry, looking over at the calendar on the wall, it was only two weeks since he'd come back from Hogwarts.

"Yeah, well, we thought we'd say hi, and keep you company. Must be a bit boring being stuck in a Muggle house, for two weeks straight?" said Ron.

"Too right."

"Anyway, Dumbledore said you should have some company, Harry," muttered Hermione

"Oh, he did, did he? Oh, that's nice! He finally realises that people don't like to be stuck in a house, bored." Harry replied, heatedly. He still thought the Dumbledore had a big part in Sirius's death.

The kitchen door opened, and Lupin walked in. "Hello Harry, I thought I heard you." He surveyed Harry quickly, but intensely. "Harry, I want a word, you two," he motioned to Ron and Hermione, "stay here, you might want to get something to eat, we'll be a while." With a wave of his wand, a cupboard door opened and all sorts of food fell out.

"Harry... Look at me Harry, now, do you want to come back to headquarters with us today, or..."

For an answer Harry, just glared at him. Do I want to get out of this place? Of course I want to get out of this stinking house! Who wouldn't? But headquarters is Sirius's house. WAS, he reminded himself. Was.

Lupin seemed to have an idea of what was going on in Harry's mind. He wanted to go, but it was Sirius's house. "Harry, I know how you feel, you know. He was my closest friend. Now I have no one, really." he sighed, "It was just as hard for me to come back."

Harry calmed down a little at these words. Lupin knows how I feel.

"That's why it took me most of the morning to persuade your aunt and uncle to allow me and Ron to stay. Hermione will be going back, and getting things ready for your arrival."

"So, I can take my time, then?"

"Within reason, I mean, we'll need a bit of warning, you still have to have your guard."

"Okay, how's about a day or so? I mean I need to get all of my stuff together," and sort out some of my Sirius issues, he added to himself. So, what do you wanna do, it's a bit boring here?" asked Harry.

"First, we should go back downstairs, get Ron and Hermione. Then I think Ron may have some ideas. He's wanted to watch some, whatd'you call it? Television?" replied Lupin.

Once down in the kitchen again, the biggest grin of all the summer was on Harry's face. Ron was fascinated. He sat there with the remote flicking the channels, switching it on and off. "I've got to get meself one of these."

"Ron," said Hermione, exasperated, "how many time do I have to tell you? Muggle electrics won't work near magic!"

Hermione's answer stirred something in Harry's mind. Something he had been meaning to ask Lupin, when he saw him. "Do you think that's why lights don't work when I'm angry?" asked Harry.

"Well, that doesn't happen in my house, Harry, so it will be a different reason," replied Hermione, before Lupin could even open his mouth.

"Erm... Actually, Hermione, you're wrong." Lupin said, "I remember when I was young, when your father was emotional, and we were in a Muggle area, he used to cause lights, and all sorts to go haywire. He was a very powerful wizard, as are you. Exceptionally powerful, for your age."

Harry grinned, he could imagine his dad walking down a street, towering with rage, and causing a blackout. He made a mental note to try it one day. "So, how come my uncle is letting you stay? I mean they don't really want me to stay, let alone one fully trained, and one student wizard."

Lupin's eyes glinted, "Well, they didn't have much choice, so long as we don't go outside, or torment Dudley, or use magic." He stopped, and a sly smile played across his face, "Although we might have to break that rule."

"Well, I guess I had better be going, good night everyone," said Hermione.

Ron yawned loudly, "Hey, Harry, where am I sleeping?"

Glancing over at the clock, Harry was startled to see that it was gone ten at night. "My room, I'll show you in a minute. Hermione, see you soon. Erm..." Harry realised that he didn't know what to call Lupin. Fortunately, he looked over, and so he just said "G'night."

Once Hermione had got herself back to Grimmauld Place, Harry showed Ron the way to his room, and where the bathroom was. Lupin had obviously been in because there was a camp bed in there, for Ron. A soon as Ron's head hit the pillow, the room was filled with snoring.

A couple of hours later, Harry sat, highly frustrated, on his bed. He couldn't sleep, again. He was going to have to ask Hermione, or someone to make him a sleeping potion. Giving up completely, he crept out of the room, and down to the kitchen. He was extremely surprised to see Lupin, sitting at the kitchen table, apparently deep in thought.

"What's up?" Harry asked.

"Oh, nothing much. What are you doing up, it's really late Harry!"

"Can't sleep." he said simply, not giving the reason, for his lack of sleep. "How 'bout you."

"Oh, well, to tell you the truth I haven't been able to sleep very well, for the past month or so. Three guesses why. But I imagine it's the same reason as you."

"Lupin, will you do me a favour? I've wanted to ask this for a while, but, well, I think it's a bit personal to you."

"Fire away, Harry," he said with a smile.

"How long did it take, and how did my dad and Sirius find out that you were, are, a..."

"Werewolf, Harry? We'll it's quite a long story, and I think that you could find out a few ways." He sighed, "you would only have got a one sided answer, if it wasn't for Sirius. Years ago he told me his and James's side of the story. It's too long a story for tonight, Harry. Anyway, I wouldn't do it justice, telling it you. James insisted that we wrote it down as a story. He said you would want to read it. I'll have a good think where I put it, and I'll get it, so you can read it. Now try and get some sleep Harry. You can read it tomorrow."

The next morning Harry woke up, and noticed an envelope on his bedside cabinet. It read:

Found it, Harry.

He tore the envelope open, and began to read.

"So, curiosity got the better of you it seems."

"Oh, Hi...erm...Moony." Harry stopped and grinned. "So I take it, it took us a lot longer to figure out that you were a werewolf than my father took."

"That's true, but then again, James always was a nosey person," replied Lupin. "And we didn't tell Peter for another couple of months, he was always a blab."

Harry handed the parchment over to Lupin, who just looked at it, and motioned for him to keep it. "I daresay, that you will want to keep that. I only ask that you do NOT show anyone else, apart from Ron, Hermione, Fred and George. No one else."

"Okay, listen can you send Ron up here, I wanna get all my stuff packed, and there is loads of it."

"Do you not think that I could do a much better job of it all? I can use magic to do it you know, and I do a much better job than Tonks," said Lupin with a hint of smugness in his voice.

Within minutes the whole of Harry's room was stripped of anything wizard related, and was packed into his trunk.

"Right, there are a few things I want to do before we go. So just bear with me for an hour or so."

"That's fine Harry, just remember we have to get your guard ready, anyway, and that will take a while."

"So," said a voice. The pair turned and saw Ron at the door. "How are we getting there?"

"You are going by Floo powder. Harry is flying."

"Hold on, that's not fair! I haven't flown for weeks, if he goes by broom, I go by broom."

"Fine then, be childish about it," replied Lupin. "But you realise how cold it gets, don't you?"

"Last time I was frozen to my broom," injected Harry.

"Brooms it is."

After Harry had sorted his things out, said goodbye to the Dursleys, promising he would not come home for the holidays, he stood in the kitchen, next to his broom, hanging in mid air, ready for the flight. The others stood near by, holding their brooms, ready.

"Ready to go?" said a voice from the doorway.

All three turned and a saw a group of wizards in the hallway, headed by an extremely cheerful Tonks. "Wotcher, Harry!"

They all scrambled to the door of number four, and Harry turned to see the Dursley's peering out of the window of the front room. He waved his goodbye, and laughed at the astonished look on Dudley's face, as ten brooms rose into the air in unison.

Two hours later, Harry could here Ron complaining next to him.

"I'm freezing, remind me never to kick up a fuss again, floo powder is much better, at least you're warm, then... don't laugh at me Harry! You have a jacket on," he was about to carry on complaining when he saw a hooded figure flying toward them. Apparently no one else had seen it.

"Watch out, Harry!" he shouted, as he saw a red light, looking like stunning spell sparks.

"Harry, Ron," came a scream. "Fly north as fast as you can."

Automatically, Harry put on a burst of speed, his broom accelerating at an alarming speed. Then he remembered that Ron only had a Cleansweep. He turned and saw he was way behind Harry.

In a split second decision, Harry stopped and told Ron to jump, Ron nearly protested, but saw another wand spark, and did what Harry ordered. He jumped. Harry raced downwards and just as he had planed, Ron fell, straight onto his broom, with a yell, "Hang on!" and sped up, to over sixty miles an hour, due north.

Seconds later, Harry saw more black robed figures flying straight for them. Damn, he thought, this is going to take some fancy flying! "Ron, hold on for your life, this is going to be rather dangerous, not to mention fast."

This is just a Quidditch match, with a lot of Bludgers. And a bunch, of stupid, slow players, with a rubbish aim. With that, Harry dodged the first stunner that was sent his way, narrowly missing the one from the other side. He dived then swerved to miss the next spell. "Give it a rest, I fly way better than you!" For sometime, Harry and Ron dodged over a hundred spells, thrown at them from all directions. Not one hit them.

There were now people coming from behind them and, Ron's heart leaping saw that they were Harry's guard. Finally they arrive, thought Harry, with a trace of annoyance. Now there was a full on battle between the Death Eaters, some of whom were still attacking Harry, and members of the Order.

Lupin's voice cut through the air. "That clearing ahead, you're expected, visualise the house and fly through the door, it'll be open."