A/N: Heya peoples! Thank you if you have reviewed and love this story, coz I think its alright as well. Okay anyway, next chapter is ready, I hope, lol.

Choco Frog

" I didn't like her when I first saw her," Charlotte said as they made their way to the front door. " She is too, how can I put this, too sweet that it is horrible."

" Remus," Harry began as they walked up the all too familiar drive way towards the Dursley's. " Remus, how are you planning on scaring her? I mean, how will she know you?"

Remus grinned impishly at the two teens. " During our school years, we ah, visited Petunia a couple of times. I remember one time when we interrupted her date with some boy, gave her the shock of her life."

Charlotte looked curiously at the elder man. " What did you do?"

" Well, lets just say that she needed a real good shower to get all the grease out of her hair," Remus said after thinking for a while. " And before you say anything Harry, the idea was inspired by Snape."

Charlotte raised an eyebrow as Harry laughed quietly, his green eyes dancing. " Who is this Snape?"

" A professor at my school," Harry said, still chuckling silently. " He has so much grease in his hair."

Remus raised a hand and knocked loudly on the door. " I wonder how long it will take her to realise it is me?"

" A long time," Charlotte and Harry chorused as the door opened to show Uncle Vernon's face.

Uncle Vernon looked down at Harry and growled. " Oh, it's you boy."

Remus raised an eyebrow before turning to Harry's uncle. " These two were wondering around the park, you should learn to look after them a bit more sir," Remus said seriously, though his brown eyes were laughing at him. " Especially the boy, too troublesome. Tried to punch me he did."

Uncle Vernon looked interested. " Really did he? Well, he may need to be sent up to his room for a while without his food."

Remus growled dangerously. " If you do that to Harry I swear I will hunt you down and kill you. Harry has enough on his plate without your little punishments. And I am sure you were going to take our warning seriously."

Harry's uncle squeaked and ran away frightened, leaving the door open. Harry, Remus and Charlotte all entered, chuckling under their breath.

" Well," Remus said, grinning as he curiously looked through the door. " That went well."

Harry gestured inside before asking Remus, " Would you like to come in? We have guests at the moment so you will need to be quick."

Charlotte followed the two men (well one was, not a man, but still, imagination people!) inside and quietly closed the door behind her, and was greeted with her parents.

" There you are, Charlotte! I was wondering if you would be back soon, Dudley came back before, I was awfully worried, with all these terrorist attacks," her mother gushed, patting Charlotte's hair down nicely before hugging her.

" Yes," her father began, formally sitting in the comfortable couch. " Did you know a terrorist attack occurred at the hospital only a couple of blocks away Vernon? Would be very careful with these two teenagers, you know how many are. Ah, Vernon?"

" He is in the kitchen sir," Harry said to the man politely, trying to hold back his laughter. " Was screaming his head off when he saw my friend here."

" Please, Nick," Nick Clark answered before getting up and introducing himself to Remus. " Nick Clark, pleasure to meet you."

" Remus Lupin." He shook Nick's hand, trying to ignore the screech he heard from Harry's aunt.

Aunt Petunia stood near the kitchen door, shockingly pointing at Remus. " Y-you! Where did you come from? What are you doing here? Go away!"

" Now now Petty," Stephanie (Charlotte's mum) said, wrapping a warm arm around Aunt Petunia's shaking figure. " That is no way to treat your guest. Come on, invite him to eat."

" B, but," Petunia stuttered. " He's a-a-"

Remus' face hardened. " A what Petunia. Go on, tell them your story then."

Harry leaned over to Remus. " How did she find out about you?"

" James told her to scare her," whispered Remus. " Not one of your father's finest moments."

Harry nodded in understanding as his aunt shakily ushered them into the lounge room, where food was sitting on the wooden table in the middle of the room. Remus raised an eyebrow.

" Are you sure you want me here," Remus asked Harry as Aunt Petunia edged around him before helping herself to the food. " Your aunt doesn't seem to enjoy my presence."

" Yes," Harry said firmly, offering the last Maraunder a plate. " You need to explain the book you wrote with my father and, Sirius." he said the last bit softly.

Charlotte looked over at them curiously. " Who's Sirius? You don't mean that convict that escaped a couple of years ago do you?"

Harry shook his head and forced a smile at her. " No, of course not. They never did catch that man did they?"

" No," Nick said, his brow furrowed in confusion. " Usually they can catch these criminals. What did this man do?"

" He betrayed his best friends," Charlotte said matter-of-factly, looking at all the surprised faces. " I researched it a while ago."

Remus let out a small cough and nervously smiled at the girl. " How did you find out all this?"

" The Internet silly," Charlotte said, laughing at the confused look on the werewolf's face. " Where else would I find out?"

Harry elbowed Remus in the ribs, as he looked baffled at the Internet. " Remus," he hissed. " Pretend you know what it is, okay?"

Remus eyed Harry with his puzzled expression. " What is the Internet Harry? And how could Sirius be on there? How did they find out about Lily and James?"

" Shut up," Harry growled as he smiled at the guests in the lounge room as they all stared at them with peculiar expressions on their faces.

Stephanie looked horrified, along with the Dursley's, though both on different reasons

" You knew this man did you," Stephanie shrilled, her eyes widening with fear. " You are working with him are you? Answer you two!"

Harry shifted on his feet uncomfortably. " Well, we did know him. And he wasn't who everyone thinks he is. I'm only sixteen, don't send me to jail or anything!"

Remus sighed tiredly, his eyes filled with pain. " Like Harry said, we did know him, and he was nice when you got to know him. He did not betray his friends, as many think."

Nick stared at the two with his hands in a tight ball on his lap. "Explain why you did know him, and not at this point in time, and the explanation should be good."

Harry's shoulders drooped at this. Nick noted the bot looked quite older as he did this, like he held the world on his shoulders.

"Sirius," Harry said so softly the adults plus Charlotte strained to hear him. " Died a couple a weeks ago trying to save his godson from the murderer of his best friends parents. He died fighting against his cousin, who was one of servants of the murderer."

Harry then surveyed everyone's faces before quietly leaving the room, and walking slowly up the stairs.

Remus ran a hand through his mousy and grey hair before narrowing his eyes at all of them. " Do not push this matter any more." He then left the room and the adults heard him walk up the stairs in search for the young man.

" Who was the godson?" Stephanie sniffed, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief sadly. "The poor man, got sent to jail for something he didn't do, what is the world coming to?"

Nick sat stiffly in his comfortable chair, thinking about the grief expressed in the boy's voice. He instantly knew who the godson was, though did not want to hurt any one in the future. He ran a hand through his blond hair and also thought about the murderer. The boy knew him personally, and obviously loathed the man.

" Dad," Charlotte hesitantly asked. " Are you alright?"

Back upstairs Harry lay on his bed, silently looking at the stars outside. Someone softly knocked on the door.

" Harry," Remus whispered, opening the door and closing it quietly behind him. " Harry, are you okay? I am rather sorry about what happened down there, I shouldn't have said anything, please forgive me-"

" Moony, its okay." the pain in Harry's voice told him different.

Remus sighed as Harry gazed at Remus. His eyes were now dull, and filled with so much sadness for his age.

" Harry, you don't blame yourself do you?" Remus reluctantly asked, edging away from Harry, in case he blew his lid.

" No," Harry said, though he didn't even believe himself. Ofcourse he killed Sirius! If only he listened to Hermione, Sirius would be perfectly alive at this very moment. If only he tried at Occlumency he would have blocked out the fake vision and again, Sirius would be alive. If he had opened the mirror earlier..

Remus sat at the end of the pathetic bed and turned to Harry angrily. " Harry James Potter you will not blame yourself for this, you did what every one would do for their godfather! You could not stop that vision, as Occlumency is a hard subject to excel at. Do not blame yourself Harry, you didn't do anything wrong!"

Harry sat up and glared at the werewolf. " Hermione told me it could be a trick, but I had to go anyway, if I listened to her when she said that, he could be laughing with us at this very moment telling me how stupid I was to think he was in trouble! I killed him, and you cannot talk me out of thinking I didn't."

Remus wearily gazed at Harry with sad eyes. He looked so old for a sixteen year old. His black hair now hung limply from his face and his bright green eyes were now so dull they looked grey, and were not only filled with pain and sadness, but also with a large burden, which could decide the future.

" No one blames you Harry," Remus whispered, trying to comfort the sixteen year old, who just shifted away from him.

" Sirius does," Harry murmured quietly.

Remus stared at Harry in surprise. " What? No he doesn't!"

Harry gloomily looked out the window at the stars twinkling in the distance. " Yes he does. In my dreams.." he slowly faded, turning his back to the last Maraunder.

" Sirius wouldn't blame you," he said firmly, placing a comforting hand on Harry's bony shoulder. " Why didn't you tell us about your dreams?"

Harry shrugged off Remus' hand and slowly turned to him. " You had enough on your mind. Voldemort's been quite busy lately."

Remus again stared at the boy. " Why didn't you tell us about your visions?"

Harry stared at Remus incredulously. " But I didn't tell you about my visions," Harry stuttered, twisting back to the window in fake interest.

" I know," the werewolf answered sadly. " But by the look on your face, I knew. Haven't you been practicing Occlumency Harry?"

" I've tried," Harry said, lowering his head. " During the training I can, but before I go to sleep, my mind is just, too full with thoughts."

Remus closed his eyes wearily, trying to think of a comforting thing to say. " You need to get some decent sleep Harry. I have noticed you getting more tired each training session."

"I can't Remus! Don't you understand," Harry said. Sitting up to look into Remus' tired eyes. "Every time I go to sleep, it's either Voldemort or Sirius. I haven't decided yet which one is more painful."

"Why haven't you told us," Remus asked softly, looking at the painful green eyes. "The training could have stopped until you were ready."

"Voldemort's not going to wait until I'm ready," Harry muttered under his breath, running a hand through his messy hair. "He'll attack whenever he bloody well feels like it."

Remus stood up, quietly walking towards the door. "Remember, Tonks has a surprise for you tomorrow. Please Harry, get some sleep."

The door shut behind Remus as he walked slowly down the wooden stairs, contemplating Harry's comments. A talk with the guests would probably be right.

Remus coughed nervously as he entered the well looked after lounge room, where they all were still seated. All six muggle's looked up at him curiously.

"Yes," Mrs Clark asked, wrinkling up a napkin in her hands.

"Harry," Remus began, tiredly wiping his eyes. "Is in a bad state at the moment. Petunia, Vernon, please do not disturb him tonight. If you do, I will know about it. Goodnight all of you."

A soft 'night' was the last thing Remus heard before he apparated back to the Order's quarters.

Harry sighed as Remus left his bedroom, mulling over all the thoughts speeding around his head. Sirius, nightmares, the never-ending Cruciatus curses he could feel, the prophecy…

"Stop it Potter," Harry whispered, shaking his head furiously, hoping the thoughts would be destroyed. "Try not to think."

This of course didn't work as Harry later found out after eventually falling asleep.

A/N: Well, is that good?? I dunno if I wanna continue this, so you NEED to review so I can see how many people enjoy it. Well, review, and if I get good ones, I'll continue, if people say it's crap, I won't J well review and yea.. Choco Frog