J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and everything to do with it. I'm just an obsessed fan with nothing else to do but write stories about her characters. Well there's my disclaimer! I also want to say that at the moment all other of my stories are on hold. I WILL complete them, but for now I just need to write something not based on humor. Yes this story will have its share of stuff to laugh about, but I just want it to be a good, thought out, well written, action, adventure story. I know this chapter stinks, but it's the start. If you would please review it will be Immensely Appreciated!!! I will continue with this story if I know someone is reading, if not then I will consider myself a failure and just stick to my pitiful humor stories and never again take on a challenge in my life. Oh and my stories have NOT disgusting twisted romances (you know what I mean!)

This takes place the day after Dumbledore left Harry at his Uncle's house.

Chapter One: Trains and Gold Coins

It was November again, the very second of November to be precise. The Centaur's Arrow train station was decorated in a wide variety of Halloween ornaments. Pumpkins were all over the place, bats slept in their cages on the ceiling and confetti littered the floor as if a party had recently been held there. In fact a party had. The day before, the little wizard train station was packed with wizards and witches celebrating the death of the dark lord Voldemort and the little boy who defeated him. The train officers and wizards who worked at the Centaur's Arrow had left the cleaning to the next day as the party had ended well past midnight and they were extremely tired. At the moment, when the sun only began to rise, only one person occupied the train station.

Remus Lupin sat alone on the furthest from the entrance bench he could find. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were glazed over as if he were half asleep. He had not been celebrating with all the other wizards and witches in the world the day before. Instead he had spent the day packing and recovering from Halloween's full moon and other events, which took place that night. He planned to go on a trip away from Hogwarts and his little shack. That morning after writing a letter to his parents informing them where he was going, the marauder had entered the train station and proceeded to wait for the earliest leaving train, with a rather forgotten (and melted) bar of chocolate he dubbed breakfast in one hand and the handle to his backpack in the other.

A loud snap behind him woke Remus from his half-asleep condition. He let go of his backpack and plunged his hand into his robe pocket, pulled out his wand and spun around to come face to face with his old headmaster. With a gasp of surprise, Remus stumbled backwards onto his bench and nervously ran his hand through his silvery dark blonde hair, quickly noticing the mistake he made. His hand had been covered in melted chocolate bar.

"Running away again are we?" Albus Dumbledore asked in a kind voice, his bright blue eyes burning into Remus' golden brown ones. "You always have had a knack for running away when something turned out or went wrong." He examined his once pupil's face with pity and sat down beside him, offering Remus a lemon drop which Remus refused by shaking his head. He suddenly began to feel slightly sick. He had left early so no one could follow him. So that he and his secrets could be far, far away.

"Sorry professor," Remus finally managed to say. "I'm sorry for all the trouble I may have caused you in school and with the ministry."

"No, no dear boy. I have had far too many problems with the ministry to have anything as small as thing be considered a problem. And I am quite certain that I have yet to see the worst of the ministry. You have been quite brave and a great help in this war. I feel that I should be saying sorry to you for bringing you boys into it." Albus looked at expressionless face of the young man beside him and then he turned his head to look at the confetti covered brick floor. "And I believe it is time that you can start calling me Albus now that you haven't been my student in three years."

Remus nodded his head deep in thought as a question he needed to ask formed in his mind. "Is Voldemort really dead?" Remus' gazed finally moved from the floor to the sign on the wall pointing to the exit.

"No," Dumbledore yet again answered the question many people had been asking him since the dark lord disappeared, although very few people believed it. "Harry will have to face him again and you will have to face Harry again. Your the closest person to a parent he has left and sometime during this war, he will need you." Remus shook his head.

"They hated me. They thought I was the traitor. That I had been working for Voldemort. I only saw Harry around seven times before they pushed me out of their lives..." Remus noticed his voice cracking slightly and stopped talking. He never wanted to talk about his 'friends' again. He wanted to move on.

"They did not hate you. In fact in the last year I've had more then one conversation with each of them wanting to know about your well being and if I believed you were the one. They did not truly believe you had betrayed them, yet they also did not want to believe that Sirius had." Remus felt his face grow red with anger at the mention of his former friend.

"Did you believe that I was the one?" he asked before he could stop himself.

"No," Dumbledore answered. Before he could say anything else Remus interrupted him.

"It does seem fitting that they would blame me," Remus said, remembering the last time he had seen James, Sirius and Peter. They had their turns yelling at him and he had his turn yelling back. In the end they had called each other so many thing and hurt each other so badly that it resulted in forever breaking a bond of friendship unlike anything any Hogwarts students had had before. 'Peter had been the only one quiet during their fight.' he thought to himself. 'I never knew if Peter thought I had betrayed them and I will never know since Sirius killed him the last night.' He felt his anger flare up inside of him. Why had Dumbledore followed him? If Dumbledore knew so much he would surely know that what Remus wanted the most is to be left alone.

"No it doesn't," Dumbledore said after carefully picking out words, which would not cause Remus' temper to get the better of him. "But no matter what they did or what had happened, you will always have to remember that they were the ones who gave you a life you can never forget. It now may not seem fair either that they would..." What Dumbledore didn't think was fair, Remus would never know because just before Dumbledore could say his thought-out words, his train pulled up into station making more noise then either of them thought reasonable because of all the silencing spells the workers at the Centaur's Arrow could use.

"My train is here," Remus said in a dull tone. He looked Dumbledore in the eye again, his gaze went from angry to sorrowful. He didn't want to be angry with Dumbledore, but pretending everything was fine, perfect and dandy wasn't an option he wanted to think about. Standing up he slowly started walking towards the sky blue steam engine.

"You know it is OK to grieve," Dumbledore said, looking at Remus' now stony expression. "One day or another you will need to grieve about what happened to James, Peter and Lily. You cannot stay angry with them. Grief is all a part of being human, especially one in the middle of a war like this. And love, especially for the ones you lost is the greatest power known to the world. Your friends were heroes and you need to remember their bravery, kindness and will to stand when no one else would with love." Dumbledore recited this like he had said it thousands of times to students who had lost loved ones in the war. He had told it to James and Sirius when the Potters died, he told it to Lily when her parents died, he told it to Peter when his father went missing, he told it to the Order each time a member died, but this time it made no difference.

"Well I am not human and this war has nothing to do with me anymore," Remus said, his face growing slightly redder. Dumbledore stayed silent for a while then decided to speak.

"Where do you plan to go?" Dumbledore asked in a tone which he decided didn't sound as though he where too worried or wanted to keep the younger wizard from going on his journey. He sounded as though he was only mildly interested, but Remus had known Dumbledore more then many of the other Hogwarts students. Dumbledore had become quite like a grandfather, which Remus could talk to when there was no one else.

'All he wants is to make sure that I don't do anything stupid,' Remus thought to himself. 'He wont track me.' Feeling quite unsure due to the fact that Dumbledore seemed to be able to watch people without them knowing, Remus finally decided that shrugging was the best action. He turned to face Dumbledore from where he stood by the train. Dumbledore, not quite content by the answer he was given just smiled and pulled a large bag out of one of the pockets of his long red and gold robes.

"Last night I dropped Harry off at his Aunt and Uncle's house. You remember them, they where at Lily and James' wedding. Petunia Dursley and I have come to an agreement that Harry will stay at their house till he is eleven. After that he will be there each summer long enough so that he can still call that place home."

"She agreed to a blood bond?" Remus asked a little surprised since when he had met her, she didn't quite seem to be a muggle who would put up with anything that linked to her sister or magic. Dumbledore just continued smiling and imitated Remus in shrugging.

"I want you to take this," Dumbledore stated and handed Remus the bag. The bag was heavy. Remus gave Dumbledore a puzzled look before unfastening the rope around the bag and looking surprised. He gasped.

'Merlin,' Remus thought to himself. 'I cant take this bag! Its filled with gold coins!' Without thinking the extremely startled Remus threw the bag back at Dumbledore who caught it in one hand as if he was expecting that sort of reaction. A few of the coins fell out and landed on the floor.

"Remus I insist that you take it," Dumbledore said in a menacing voice Remus had rarely heard the old headmaster use before. "Consider it a few years pay for your work for the order," Dumbledore lowered his voice, "and if I see so much as one coin back from this bag then I assure you that you will end up with an extra large bag of coins the next day." His voice went back to normal. "Now you have better find a nice spot on the train before all the compartments are taken." Both wizards looked around. Neither of them had seen the many people who have entered the station while they were bickering. The people where now starting to stare ate the old headmaster and his old pupil, though some of them were too busy staring at the few gold coins on the floor with greedy looks on their faces. Remus bent down and picked them up.

"Thank you Albus," he said while slipping the coins into the bag he know had in his chocolate covered hands, he knew he wouldn't win a fight against Dumbledore. "Say goodbye to Alice and Frank for me." Remus smiled for the first time he had in about a year.

"I will," Dumbledore smiled back and watched as his former pupil, one of the five students he had said he had trusted enough to let them join the order, disappeared inside the train, a little happier and more excited to start a new adventure then he had been earlier, chocolate still in his hair.

But one last thought came to the marauder's mind.

"Umm Albus," he said appearing at the door again. "I also want to say sorry for telling the centaurs that you and the other teachers were the ones who stole their telescopes. I'm afraid that the friendship they once had with the teachers of Hogwarts is gone. But if they do decide to start a war there is something you should know. It really was Sirius who stole them."

Dumbledore smiled as he watch once again the retreating chocolate covered hair of Remus. A turned and began walking to the exit, wiping the hand he had used to catch the bag free from chocolate with a handkerchief he carried in his pocket and noticed the strange looks he was receiving from others who thought just maybe the crazy old man had another bag of gold.