TITLE: One Thing
AUTHOR:
PAIRING: HP/RL
RATING: R
FEEDBACK: needed, like water and sun. You can send it either to my email address or post it at the group (if allowed).
DISCLAIMER: Belongs to JKR. No profit made. No infringement intended etc.
SUMMARY: It all started with a letter...
CATEGORY: First Time/ Romance / WAFF-Fluff
NOTES: This fic is part of the 'Mortal Moon' Harry/Remus Fuh-Q-Fest ). Challenge: #77 When a werewolf first touches its future mate, it gets an unusual feeling and somehow knows that person will be its mate. Imagine Remus' surprise when James first hands him a baby Harry... (Cara)
BETA: Eireverde
ARCHIVING: The Mortal Moon Fest, and any other sites or archives this will be posted at after the wave ends.
Last part: He made up his mind. He had to talk to Remus, so he packed up his belongings, snuck downstairs, picked the lock on the cupboard where his trunk was stashed and, carrying it, headed for the front door. He didn't even bother to say goodbye to his relatives. He stood on the front porch and looked around. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary but he knew his watchers where there, like prison guards, just there.
"I know there's someone here," he said loud and clear but only after checking that none of the neighbours were paying attention. No one answered. "Very well, I'll be hailing the Knight Bus then." He raised his wand as if to call, when Tonks appeared seemingly from nowhere. "No, Harry, wait!"
"Tonks, take me to Remus Lupin." Maybe it was the desperate quality of his voice or the resolve on his face, but Tonks didn't contradict Harry at all.
"Ok, hold on."
PART 2: ANSWERS AND A BIT OF ANCIENT HISTORY.
"You wanted to see me Harry?"
"Yes." And that was it. Now that he had the object of his anger in front of him, Harry didn't know what to say. His anger and confusion were waging a war inside him and somehow, from out of nowhere, shyness was winning. He didn't know what to say. Remus looked worse than ever, worn down and tired. Harry didn't have the heart to yell at him.
He mustered some of his lost courage and looked Remus in the eye. There, for the first time ever, he saw the longing, tainted with fear, as well as a bit of desperation alongside resignation. There was resignation to deny himself what he wanted. Remus was resigned to die.
That brought back to Harry the anger, the pain of being denied a choice on something that had everything to do with his own life. He didn't know if he wanted to hug the werewolf, kill him or at least cuff him on the back of his head. But he did know he wanted people to stop hiding important information about his life from him and it would be better to tackle that problem first.
"I know."
"You know... what, Harry?" Remus started to shake a little; something had upset Harry enough to make him risk his safety and send him running to find Remus. Now Harry said he knew something, but if Remus' experiences as a Marauder had taught him anything, it was that you never throw yourself into something, you never admit to anything until you know exactly what the other person is talking about.
That didn't stop him from trembling inside. Because by the look on Harry's face, he might as well know he was Remus's mate. But that was impossible, since only Lily and James knew and they were dead. And although Sirius had known, if he had said anything, Harry would have confronted Remus a long time ago and not now, months after Sirius's death. He took a deep breath. Just two more months and he would be dead. He would join James, Lily and Sirius wherever they were and this entire nightmare would be over.
Harry knew by the look on Remus's face that he wasn't going to tell him anything, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.
"I know I'm your mate. I know you will die one month after my birthday if we don't get toghether and I know you didn't plan on letting me know about any of this, ever."
If possible, Remus got even more pale. He felt the air escape his lungs, his body tensed and a huge piece of lead settled over his heart.
He knew. Harry knew.
Remus started to panic and hyperventilate.
Harry stared at this reaction with horror and morbid fascination. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry or panic right along with Remus. In seconds, a wave of calmness enveloped him, and he remembered from his million of visits to Madam Pomfrey that hyperventilation deprived the brain from oxygen, so he grabbed Remus by the shoulders and shook him hard.
"Slow down, Remus, breathe slowly. That's it, one deep breath in, hold it, another one out. Yes, go on, you can do this, calm down..."
Remus concentrated on the green of his mate's eyes while trying to regain control, fearing rejection and hating himself because his mate was upset.
As he regained control, he noticed his instincts kicking in, and he couldn't help but kiss the beautiful, pink, inviting mouth of his mate.
Harry was startled for a second but didn't fight the kiss. He didn't really know what to do, but curiosity won over anything else he might be feeling. Instead of pulling away, as his mind told him he should be doing, he stayed right where he was, just like his heart told him to do.
It was a short kiss. Sweet and chaste, because the werewolf inside of Remus knew he had to take it slow to avoid scaring his mate. It ended abruptly as Remus realized what he was doing. Kissing Harry, the son of his friends, his former student, and still a child. He couldn't do it. He was already damned for tasting Harry like this. Harry was innocent, pure, and could not be defiled by a monster such as him.
Remus tried to regain some of his lost composure and turned towards Harry, avoiding his eyes at all cost. He didn't want to risk seeing the hatred and disappointment that was sure to be there.
"I, I'm sorry Harry, I have no excuse, my instincts took over. Now you know the real extent of what a monster I am and I wouldn't blame you if you hate me; but I didn't want you to hate me, that's why I never told you. How did you find out?"
Harry was still reeling from the kiss and was startled by its abrupt end. He noticed Remus wouldn't look him in the eyes, and saw from his posture and tone of voice that he was afraid of rejection. He took a seat on the couch and gave himself a minute to think things over.
As usual he had rushed headfirst into something without thinking things over. He had promised himself he wouldn't do that, after Sirius' death, and here he was, once again, in the middle of a situation he did not know how to get out of.
Remus watched him sitting there quietly, and couldn't hold his tongue any longer. His mate deserved an explanation.
"I know you're upset because I hid this from you, Harry, and you have every right to be angry at me. You have to understand that you where born in the darkest of times. The war against the Dark was at its worst and no one was safe. My mission for the Order was to convince the werewolves not to join You Know Who. I risked my life every day and I was sure I was going to die. We were living in hell, and then one day I was all alone on a mountain in Germany when an owl reached me. It was your father telling me I had to return because you were about to be born, and he wanted his entire family to be there with him and Lily."
He was pacing as he talked, and stopped a minute to serve himself a glass of Firewhisky and gulp it down in one swallow. He turned to Harry to see how he was coping so far and found himself mesmerized by the green eyes that met his stare. He shook himself. He had to go on; Harry deserved the truth.
"The Marauders were all we each had. James' mother had died when he was seventeen and his father died shortly after by the hand of Death Eaters. He had no one else. As you know, Sirius was disinherited by his family, and Peter only had his mother who was very old. Lily was a Muggleborn and had to stay far away from her family in other to keep them safe, and as for me, well, let's just say my family didn't want to have to associate with me once I was out of Hogwarts. In one way or another we were all orphans and the only family we had was each other. Your birth was a ray of light in the middle of the darkest storm
So, I packed my bags and left for Godric's Hollow. You were born two days after I arrived. Between the joy of your birth and congratulating your parents, I smelled something. It was faint but it was all over the room. My heart started pounding and I felt like I was dying. No one noticed, and the next thing I knew I had you in my arms. I just had to look at you for a second and it hit me, my mate. It was subdued and controlled because you were just a baby but it was there, you were it. I was scared to death. I was horrified. I was supposed to be your Uncle Moony, not the old perverted friend of your parents who had to mate with you or he'd die. You had so much innocence. I couldn't do it. I couldn't lose your parents' trust in me like that, I couldn't lose my family.
So I decided that sixteen years to live would not be so bad. I could have died at any time anyway, so why stress myself over something that would probably never happen? What I didn't count on was the fact that the wolf in me didn't agree with my logic. It did not want to be apart from you for a second and I knew that if I stayed my secret would be out. And when the time came, the wolf would have you no matter what and I would lose my family all over again. Call me a coward but I just couldn't do it. I left that very day and didn't return for a year. My absence led to mistrust and Sirius believed me to be a traitor because of my erratic behavior and I could do nothing about it, because the only way to redeem myself would be to tell the truth and I just could not do that."
Remus took another pause and another shot of Firewhisky.
Harry was trying to process the information he was receiving, but it was all so surreal he couldn't quite grasp it. He made a motion for Remus to continue.
"For you first birthday, I couldn't hide anymore; I knew that I would be dragged from the deepest cavern at the ends of the earth by a furious James if I didn't attend. I had no way out. By the end of the evening they had pried the secret out of me. I never could hide anything from them, not even my deepest secret, my lycanthropy. I don't know how I expected to keep this from them. They were very understanding. Lily was more so than James and Sirius, being the nice girl that she was."
He crouched on the floor in front of Harry and took his hands in his own.
"Do you understand, Harry? I couldn't lose them. I could not let them be afraid of me and run away and take you far from me. I felt I had to promise, to swear that I would not come near you in order to keep them and in a way keep you, too."
He let go of Harry's hands and started to pace once again.
"I know it doesn't make sense, and I'm not trying to place the blame on your parents. They told me right away that this was something they would not hide from you, that it was ok, that it was better if you grew up understanding this. But I could not deny you your future. You could be anyone you wanted to be, and do anything you wanted to do. I wouldn't take that away from you, so I made them promise not to say a thing to anyone, not even Peter who, thanks to Merlin wasn't there that evening."
He was about to serve himself another drink when Harry stood up and took the bottle from his hands. The teenager looked troubled but determined to hear the end of it.
"Go on," Harry said in a small voice, and gestured with his right hand for Remus to continue.
"Do you see now, Harry? This was just another part of the curse I have to bear. It went along with being a monster that I also had to tie you to me for the rest of your life. Given the times we were going through, I thought for sure that I would be dead by the time you turned sixteen, so I wouldn't have to worry about it in any case."
He sat on the spot Harry had vacated, and placed his elbows on his knees and his face on his hands. Harry startled him when he spoke.
"But you survived, and so did I, what happened then?"
"I lost exactly what I had not wanted to lose. James, Lily and Peter were dead and Sirius was in Azkaban, guilty of killing them all. I was distraught. Dumbledore sent you to live with your aunt Petunia and we all though it would be for the best. I wanted to die, but the fact that you were out there kept me from doing something drastic. The wolf wouldn't allow it."
It seemed for a moment that he was done speaking, but before Harry could say a word, he kept going.
"And then came your third year at Hogwarts. I tried my best to refuse Dumbledore but you know how he is, and I really needed the job. No one would hire a werewolf and I had no money and nowhere to live. I had touched rock bottom. So I was forced to accept. Also, the wolf would not let me miss an opportunity to see you. To get to know you."
He grew alarmed when he realized what he had just said.
"Please don't think I was lusting after you or anything perverted while you were my student. The feelings don't appear until you turn sixteen years old. Anything else before that was just a need to be near you and take care of you. And I couldn't even do that. I let Pettigrew escape, I almost killed your friends and Snape got me fired. Then in your fourth year I failed to protect you once again and you were thrown into the Triwizard Tournament's madness.
Last year was the worst. I couldn't stop Sirius from going with us to the Ministry and because of that you lost him. He was the closest thing to a father you ever had. Each event convinced me even more that I was not fit to protect you and therefore had no right to you. Given all that's happened, I am more of a liability than an asset on this war. So I just thought, well, I'm better off dead. You had enough on your shoulders without me coming along and placing my life on them too. It would be even worse if the price you had to pay was your own happiness, Harry. I just want you to be as happy as you can."
A sigh escaped him. He was done. He had nothing else to say. Now either Harry hated Remus even more or he pitied him, which would be even worse. He was unable to raise his head from his hands, but he needed to know what was going through Harry's mind.
"Now that you know, Harry, what do you want to do?"
Harry was still disconcerted. He didn't know what to say. He needed time to think. He needed someone to talk to. He needed his best friends, well, maybe not Ron because he probably wouldn't know what to say, but Hermione might just be able to help him digest the incredible amount of information he had just received.
"I'm sorry Remus, I need to talk to Hermione before I decide that. I have to think things over, give me some time. I'm very confused. I have to go."
He ran out of the room and headed for the kitchen. There he found Tonks once again.
If the currently blue-haired Auror had been alarmed by the look on Harry's face at Privet Drive, she was blown away by the look he had now. He looked tired, lost and very confused.
"Tonks, I need a favor, please. Take me Hermione's place. I need to talk to her."
He didn't have the energy to try the puppy dog eyes he knew worked so well with her. But he looked pathetic enough so that Tonks agreed to take him.
"Oh what the heck, I'm already in a whole lot of trouble for bringing you here in the first place, let's go kiddo."
A/N: CLIFFHANGERRR! Yes, I am truly evil!!! Part three will take a while since I'm moving to another country and will have no computer for at least a week.
Thanks to the following for reviewing: Shea Loner, J, wandering beta, A Happy Little Bumble-bee, Jaleandra-la-lok, prlrocks (glad you like it), Poical, dark vampiro, SiLvErFaTeD, Piper Of Locksley (I deserve the bucket but here's the update so please don't make me eat it!), CrimsonTearsOfPain (I know! There is a serious lack of HP/RL fics out there, but I'm working to remedy that), mandie, DuchessAndromeda (thanks 4 the tip), Remo Con, idril.tinuviel, CNorth, kotay, Sweet Mercy, Lalawen, Amy, loonie lupin and E-Vector.
Sorry if I missed anyone and please review, review, review!!!
AUTHOR:
PAIRING: HP/RL
RATING: R
FEEDBACK: needed, like water and sun. You can send it either to my email address or post it at the group (if allowed).
DISCLAIMER: Belongs to JKR. No profit made. No infringement intended etc.
SUMMARY: It all started with a letter...
CATEGORY: First Time/ Romance / WAFF-Fluff
NOTES: This fic is part of the 'Mortal Moon' Harry/Remus Fuh-Q-Fest ). Challenge: #77 When a werewolf first touches its future mate, it gets an unusual feeling and somehow knows that person will be its mate. Imagine Remus' surprise when James first hands him a baby Harry... (Cara)
BETA: Eireverde
ARCHIVING: The Mortal Moon Fest, and any other sites or archives this will be posted at after the wave ends.
Last part: He made up his mind. He had to talk to Remus, so he packed up his belongings, snuck downstairs, picked the lock on the cupboard where his trunk was stashed and, carrying it, headed for the front door. He didn't even bother to say goodbye to his relatives. He stood on the front porch and looked around. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary but he knew his watchers where there, like prison guards, just there.
"I know there's someone here," he said loud and clear but only after checking that none of the neighbours were paying attention. No one answered. "Very well, I'll be hailing the Knight Bus then." He raised his wand as if to call, when Tonks appeared seemingly from nowhere. "No, Harry, wait!"
"Tonks, take me to Remus Lupin." Maybe it was the desperate quality of his voice or the resolve on his face, but Tonks didn't contradict Harry at all.
"Ok, hold on."
PART 2: ANSWERS AND A BIT OF ANCIENT HISTORY.
"You wanted to see me Harry?"
"Yes." And that was it. Now that he had the object of his anger in front of him, Harry didn't know what to say. His anger and confusion were waging a war inside him and somehow, from out of nowhere, shyness was winning. He didn't know what to say. Remus looked worse than ever, worn down and tired. Harry didn't have the heart to yell at him.
He mustered some of his lost courage and looked Remus in the eye. There, for the first time ever, he saw the longing, tainted with fear, as well as a bit of desperation alongside resignation. There was resignation to deny himself what he wanted. Remus was resigned to die.
That brought back to Harry the anger, the pain of being denied a choice on something that had everything to do with his own life. He didn't know if he wanted to hug the werewolf, kill him or at least cuff him on the back of his head. But he did know he wanted people to stop hiding important information about his life from him and it would be better to tackle that problem first.
"I know."
"You know... what, Harry?" Remus started to shake a little; something had upset Harry enough to make him risk his safety and send him running to find Remus. Now Harry said he knew something, but if Remus' experiences as a Marauder had taught him anything, it was that you never throw yourself into something, you never admit to anything until you know exactly what the other person is talking about.
That didn't stop him from trembling inside. Because by the look on Harry's face, he might as well know he was Remus's mate. But that was impossible, since only Lily and James knew and they were dead. And although Sirius had known, if he had said anything, Harry would have confronted Remus a long time ago and not now, months after Sirius's death. He took a deep breath. Just two more months and he would be dead. He would join James, Lily and Sirius wherever they were and this entire nightmare would be over.
Harry knew by the look on Remus's face that he wasn't going to tell him anything, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.
"I know I'm your mate. I know you will die one month after my birthday if we don't get toghether and I know you didn't plan on letting me know about any of this, ever."
If possible, Remus got even more pale. He felt the air escape his lungs, his body tensed and a huge piece of lead settled over his heart.
He knew. Harry knew.
Remus started to panic and hyperventilate.
Harry stared at this reaction with horror and morbid fascination. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry or panic right along with Remus. In seconds, a wave of calmness enveloped him, and he remembered from his million of visits to Madam Pomfrey that hyperventilation deprived the brain from oxygen, so he grabbed Remus by the shoulders and shook him hard.
"Slow down, Remus, breathe slowly. That's it, one deep breath in, hold it, another one out. Yes, go on, you can do this, calm down..."
Remus concentrated on the green of his mate's eyes while trying to regain control, fearing rejection and hating himself because his mate was upset.
As he regained control, he noticed his instincts kicking in, and he couldn't help but kiss the beautiful, pink, inviting mouth of his mate.
Harry was startled for a second but didn't fight the kiss. He didn't really know what to do, but curiosity won over anything else he might be feeling. Instead of pulling away, as his mind told him he should be doing, he stayed right where he was, just like his heart told him to do.
It was a short kiss. Sweet and chaste, because the werewolf inside of Remus knew he had to take it slow to avoid scaring his mate. It ended abruptly as Remus realized what he was doing. Kissing Harry, the son of his friends, his former student, and still a child. He couldn't do it. He was already damned for tasting Harry like this. Harry was innocent, pure, and could not be defiled by a monster such as him.
Remus tried to regain some of his lost composure and turned towards Harry, avoiding his eyes at all cost. He didn't want to risk seeing the hatred and disappointment that was sure to be there.
"I, I'm sorry Harry, I have no excuse, my instincts took over. Now you know the real extent of what a monster I am and I wouldn't blame you if you hate me; but I didn't want you to hate me, that's why I never told you. How did you find out?"
Harry was still reeling from the kiss and was startled by its abrupt end. He noticed Remus wouldn't look him in the eyes, and saw from his posture and tone of voice that he was afraid of rejection. He took a seat on the couch and gave himself a minute to think things over.
As usual he had rushed headfirst into something without thinking things over. He had promised himself he wouldn't do that, after Sirius' death, and here he was, once again, in the middle of a situation he did not know how to get out of.
Remus watched him sitting there quietly, and couldn't hold his tongue any longer. His mate deserved an explanation.
"I know you're upset because I hid this from you, Harry, and you have every right to be angry at me. You have to understand that you where born in the darkest of times. The war against the Dark was at its worst and no one was safe. My mission for the Order was to convince the werewolves not to join You Know Who. I risked my life every day and I was sure I was going to die. We were living in hell, and then one day I was all alone on a mountain in Germany when an owl reached me. It was your father telling me I had to return because you were about to be born, and he wanted his entire family to be there with him and Lily."
He was pacing as he talked, and stopped a minute to serve himself a glass of Firewhisky and gulp it down in one swallow. He turned to Harry to see how he was coping so far and found himself mesmerized by the green eyes that met his stare. He shook himself. He had to go on; Harry deserved the truth.
"The Marauders were all we each had. James' mother had died when he was seventeen and his father died shortly after by the hand of Death Eaters. He had no one else. As you know, Sirius was disinherited by his family, and Peter only had his mother who was very old. Lily was a Muggleborn and had to stay far away from her family in other to keep them safe, and as for me, well, let's just say my family didn't want to have to associate with me once I was out of Hogwarts. In one way or another we were all orphans and the only family we had was each other. Your birth was a ray of light in the middle of the darkest storm
So, I packed my bags and left for Godric's Hollow. You were born two days after I arrived. Between the joy of your birth and congratulating your parents, I smelled something. It was faint but it was all over the room. My heart started pounding and I felt like I was dying. No one noticed, and the next thing I knew I had you in my arms. I just had to look at you for a second and it hit me, my mate. It was subdued and controlled because you were just a baby but it was there, you were it. I was scared to death. I was horrified. I was supposed to be your Uncle Moony, not the old perverted friend of your parents who had to mate with you or he'd die. You had so much innocence. I couldn't do it. I couldn't lose your parents' trust in me like that, I couldn't lose my family.
So I decided that sixteen years to live would not be so bad. I could have died at any time anyway, so why stress myself over something that would probably never happen? What I didn't count on was the fact that the wolf in me didn't agree with my logic. It did not want to be apart from you for a second and I knew that if I stayed my secret would be out. And when the time came, the wolf would have you no matter what and I would lose my family all over again. Call me a coward but I just couldn't do it. I left that very day and didn't return for a year. My absence led to mistrust and Sirius believed me to be a traitor because of my erratic behavior and I could do nothing about it, because the only way to redeem myself would be to tell the truth and I just could not do that."
Remus took another pause and another shot of Firewhisky.
Harry was trying to process the information he was receiving, but it was all so surreal he couldn't quite grasp it. He made a motion for Remus to continue.
"For you first birthday, I couldn't hide anymore; I knew that I would be dragged from the deepest cavern at the ends of the earth by a furious James if I didn't attend. I had no way out. By the end of the evening they had pried the secret out of me. I never could hide anything from them, not even my deepest secret, my lycanthropy. I don't know how I expected to keep this from them. They were very understanding. Lily was more so than James and Sirius, being the nice girl that she was."
He crouched on the floor in front of Harry and took his hands in his own.
"Do you understand, Harry? I couldn't lose them. I could not let them be afraid of me and run away and take you far from me. I felt I had to promise, to swear that I would not come near you in order to keep them and in a way keep you, too."
He let go of Harry's hands and started to pace once again.
"I know it doesn't make sense, and I'm not trying to place the blame on your parents. They told me right away that this was something they would not hide from you, that it was ok, that it was better if you grew up understanding this. But I could not deny you your future. You could be anyone you wanted to be, and do anything you wanted to do. I wouldn't take that away from you, so I made them promise not to say a thing to anyone, not even Peter who, thanks to Merlin wasn't there that evening."
He was about to serve himself another drink when Harry stood up and took the bottle from his hands. The teenager looked troubled but determined to hear the end of it.
"Go on," Harry said in a small voice, and gestured with his right hand for Remus to continue.
"Do you see now, Harry? This was just another part of the curse I have to bear. It went along with being a monster that I also had to tie you to me for the rest of your life. Given the times we were going through, I thought for sure that I would be dead by the time you turned sixteen, so I wouldn't have to worry about it in any case."
He sat on the spot Harry had vacated, and placed his elbows on his knees and his face on his hands. Harry startled him when he spoke.
"But you survived, and so did I, what happened then?"
"I lost exactly what I had not wanted to lose. James, Lily and Peter were dead and Sirius was in Azkaban, guilty of killing them all. I was distraught. Dumbledore sent you to live with your aunt Petunia and we all though it would be for the best. I wanted to die, but the fact that you were out there kept me from doing something drastic. The wolf wouldn't allow it."
It seemed for a moment that he was done speaking, but before Harry could say a word, he kept going.
"And then came your third year at Hogwarts. I tried my best to refuse Dumbledore but you know how he is, and I really needed the job. No one would hire a werewolf and I had no money and nowhere to live. I had touched rock bottom. So I was forced to accept. Also, the wolf would not let me miss an opportunity to see you. To get to know you."
He grew alarmed when he realized what he had just said.
"Please don't think I was lusting after you or anything perverted while you were my student. The feelings don't appear until you turn sixteen years old. Anything else before that was just a need to be near you and take care of you. And I couldn't even do that. I let Pettigrew escape, I almost killed your friends and Snape got me fired. Then in your fourth year I failed to protect you once again and you were thrown into the Triwizard Tournament's madness.
Last year was the worst. I couldn't stop Sirius from going with us to the Ministry and because of that you lost him. He was the closest thing to a father you ever had. Each event convinced me even more that I was not fit to protect you and therefore had no right to you. Given all that's happened, I am more of a liability than an asset on this war. So I just thought, well, I'm better off dead. You had enough on your shoulders without me coming along and placing my life on them too. It would be even worse if the price you had to pay was your own happiness, Harry. I just want you to be as happy as you can."
A sigh escaped him. He was done. He had nothing else to say. Now either Harry hated Remus even more or he pitied him, which would be even worse. He was unable to raise his head from his hands, but he needed to know what was going through Harry's mind.
"Now that you know, Harry, what do you want to do?"
Harry was still disconcerted. He didn't know what to say. He needed time to think. He needed someone to talk to. He needed his best friends, well, maybe not Ron because he probably wouldn't know what to say, but Hermione might just be able to help him digest the incredible amount of information he had just received.
"I'm sorry Remus, I need to talk to Hermione before I decide that. I have to think things over, give me some time. I'm very confused. I have to go."
He ran out of the room and headed for the kitchen. There he found Tonks once again.
If the currently blue-haired Auror had been alarmed by the look on Harry's face at Privet Drive, she was blown away by the look he had now. He looked tired, lost and very confused.
"Tonks, I need a favor, please. Take me Hermione's place. I need to talk to her."
He didn't have the energy to try the puppy dog eyes he knew worked so well with her. But he looked pathetic enough so that Tonks agreed to take him.
"Oh what the heck, I'm already in a whole lot of trouble for bringing you here in the first place, let's go kiddo."
A/N: CLIFFHANGERRR! Yes, I am truly evil!!! Part three will take a while since I'm moving to another country and will have no computer for at least a week.
Thanks to the following for reviewing: Shea Loner, J, wandering beta, A Happy Little Bumble-bee, Jaleandra-la-lok, prlrocks (glad you like it), Poical, dark vampiro, SiLvErFaTeD, Piper Of Locksley (I deserve the bucket but here's the update so please don't make me eat it!), CrimsonTearsOfPain (I know! There is a serious lack of HP/RL fics out there, but I'm working to remedy that), mandie, DuchessAndromeda (thanks 4 the tip), Remo Con, idril.tinuviel, CNorth, kotay, Sweet Mercy, Lalawen, Amy, loonie lupin and E-Vector.
Sorry if I missed anyone and please review, review, review!!!