A/N: I'm back with the 2nd chapter! Took a few days to write and then get all typed up but as I promised those of you I e-mailed it would be no later than 5 July, and guess what it's 4 July instead, so happy Independence day to all my fellow Americans out there. Also a reviewer pointed out that I had my £ sign in the wrong place, and I do apologize for that. I know where it's supposed to go, but when I type things up in the middle of the night my mind doesn't think straight, so please excuse that error, I fixed it and re-uploaded the first chap with that fixed. Also just because I kinda felt like getting back to some people as far as reviews went, if you had an e-mail listed and reviewed the fic then I probably send an e-mail entitled 'Greeting review reply'. I used to do a lot of e-mail review replies during some of my older fics, but stopped cause I was getting way too many reviews to reply to all of them. I'd also like to thank each and every one of you who reviewed as well, especially because I was shocked and happy at the response I got from this fic. I didn't know how popular it would be, but with such a great response as I've so far gotten I'm really looking forward to writing more of this fic and working my very hardest to please as many people as possible. Also things in italics are thoughts and sort of break between kind of pov-ish instances.

Randomenss of the Moraco: Me late night Good funny and zany greatness, and on occasion bloody brilliant ideas, but not always proper placement of certain signs when typing.

Greeting

Chapter 2
Believe

Harry stared down the hall for a few moments. 'Can this guy be serious,' he muttered to himself. He turned and grabbed his messenger bag he'd dumped by the door upon entering the flat.

He entered the spare bedroom and looked around in awe. It looked very warm and inviting. Decorated with Scarlet and gold bedding and curtains and a mahogany dresser. Harry put his bag on the bed and sifted through it for a clean set of clothes, which he only had three of. His whole life was in his bag; two sets of clothes, a small photo album, a notebook, and his wallet. He pulled out one of his clean sets of clothes and sat them on top of the dresser. He then stripped down to his boxers, crawled into the bed and drifted off to sleep.

When he awoke the next morning, he slowly sat up in the bed, looking around. It felt good. It was the first time in a long time he hadn't woken up to someone he'd had a completely meaningless shag with. He remembered that Remus had said there was no kick-out time so even though the clock next to the bed read 11:45AM he thought that he'd take a shower.

He walked across the hall to the bathroom. This has to be the best morning I've had in a long time, Harry thought as the hot streams of water washed over his body. Once done with his shower Harry dried himself off with one of the big fluffy cream coloured towels that was in the bathroom cabinet. He wrapped it around his waist, picked up his dirty boxers and headed back for his room.

He noticed the door across from the room he was staying in was open. Remus was inside sitting at his computer. The older man looked up and smiled. 'Good morning, Harry.'

'Is it still morning?'

Remus looked back at the computer. 'Oh, forgive me. Good afternoon. It's just turned 12:01.' He chuckled and went back to typing.

'What are you doing? That is, if you don't mind me asking.'

Remus smiled, 'No, I don't mind at all actually. I'm writing out a test.'

'What kind of test?'

'English. I teach a few classes during the weekdays at the university not too far down the street,' Remus explained.

'So, you're a professor?'

'Yes. Of course on Thursday through Sunday nights I'm also a bar tender down at the Green Faerie club,' he told him.

'Cool,' Harry replied. 'Well, I'm gonna go ahead and get dressed.'

Remus nodded. 'Oh, Harry, would you like a sandwich for lunch? I was about to make some.'

Harry turned back. 'Sure. A sandwich would be great.' He continued on into the room to go get dressed.

Remus took his reading glasses off and sat them down by the computer's mouse pad. Damn, he looked good in just that towel. Why aren't I paying him for what he usually does again? Remus mentally smacked himself. Because you idiot, you're too old for him, and you'd probably never want to let him go.

Remus stood and went to the kitchen to make the sandwiches. He then remembered he never asked Harry what he wanted on his sandwich.

Harry put on his clean set of clothes he had sat out the night before, which consisted of tight, arse-hugging, blue jeans, and a form fitting green and white checkered button up shirt.

Harry sat down on the bed and rummaged through his bag. He pulled out the small photo album and the case that held his glasses. Harry was blind without his glasses, but they didn't work well for his current career choice and he could manage what he had to do with blurry vision. Sometimes it was probably for the better considering not everyone who would pick you up off a street corner was the most beautiful creature in the world. He put on his glasses and flipped to a picture of a man whom he closely resembled, especially with the glasses on, and a red-headed green-eyed woman.

Harry hadn't taken any time at all in the past few months to look at the picture of his parents, which he had looked at nearly every day since he obtained the picture from his godfather Sirius. He didn't know what compelled him to do it, but he felt like he needed to talk. To get out some of what had been festering up inside of him, to admit things to his parents as if they were still there with him. So, he talked.

'Hey Mum, Dad. I really miss you guys. I know some people find that strange because you died when I was just a baby, and I never really got to know you, but I still do. It's really hard right now. Sirius and I got in a spot of trouble. He's gone now. I'm sure you'd already know that though. I bet you're all having the best of fun up there together. I'm in a bit of a pickle right now though. These guys have Ron and they're holding him captive. They've threatened to kill him if I don't bring them £500,000. They've given me two months to get the money. I sold everything of Sirius' and all of my things except for what I kept in my bag here and the dragon necklace Sirius gave to me. I'm sure it could fetch something at a pawn shop but not enough to make a difference and it has too much meaning to be worth nothing toward my cause. I've also started doing something I'm quite ashamed of. I've been selling my body. I've done all this and even taken up a few odd jobs in the day time and I'm not even close. I've only got four more days. Harry began to cry. 'I can't let Hermione and their son, Thomas, loose him, like I lost the two of you and Sirius.'

Remus walked up to the door and was about to knock when he heard Harry start to speak. He stood outside the door listening to him speak. He realized that he must be praying or talking to some picture or object or even both. He really didn't want to disturb Harry at such a time, but when he began to hear sobbing his hand went to the door knob. He forced himself not to turn it when he heard Harry begin to speak again.

When silence came, Remus turned the knob his hand had been lying on and slowly opened the door. Harry was sitting on the bed holding a book to his chest crying.

Harry looked up at Remus. 'How long have you been there?'

'Long enough,' Remus answered. 'I came to ask what you wanted on your sandwich when I over heard you speaking.'

'You must think I'm some huge hopeless cry baby.'

Remus walked over and sat down on the bed next to Harry and put his arm around the younger man's shoulders. 'No, not at all.'

Harry twisted and hugged Remus, crying into his shoulder.

Harry didn't know why, but he felt okay about Remus knowing these things about him. He didn't feel stupid about crying on the other man's shoulder either. It was comforting, which of course was helped by the fact that Harry loved the way Remus smelled. Like a misty breeze with the sweet smell of cranberries.

Soon Remus broke the silence. 'How much money do you have so far?'

'After the £800 you said you'd pay me, roughly around £200,000.' Harry sniffed. 'How and where am I going to get £300,000 in four days?'

'How about I make a trip by the bank today and you can give these people the money and save your friend tonight?'

Harry looked up at Remus. 'What do you mean?'

'I have more than enough money to support myself without the £300,000.'

'I couldn't let you do that,' Harry protested. I already feel bad enough taking the £800 for just staying the night.

'Don't have so much pride Harry. I'm offering you a solution to your problem.'

'But that's too much money. Even if you offered it to me as a loan, I would never be able to pay you back.'

'Then consider it as back gifts for all the twenty-two birthdays, Christmases, and other holidays I've missed.'

'I'm twenty-three.'

'I know. James and Lily wouldn't want to see you like this. Especially when an old friend of theirs can help you out.'

'You knew my mum and dad?'

Remus nodded. 'Yes. I was even in the waiting room with James at the hospital on the night you were born.'

'Then you've known who I was the whole time?'

'No. I thought your eyes looked familiar and that you had a nose I'd seen somewhere before, but it didn't hit me until I saw you with your glasses on. Also the picture,' Remus pointed to the photo book that was in Harry's lap, 'confirms it.'

'I still can't let you just give me that kind of money,' Harry told him.

'Don't you want to save your friend?'

'Yes, I do. I just-' Harry sighed. "you're sure I won't be putting you in any financial rut?'

'I wouldn't have offered if you would be,' Remus told him.

'I still can't accept it as a gift though.'

'Then how about we make a deal?' Remus suggested.

'What kind of deal?'

'You stop prostitution, keep as far away from these people as possible, stay here with me, and try to get into university.'

'I don't think that could possibly be enough to cover £300,000. How about I also help you out with anything need. Do some cleaning and laundry and things too,' Harry said.

'That'd be more than fine.' Remus smiled. 'I'll go to the bank after lunch. Now, what do you want on your sandwich?'

A/N: Well that was chapter 2 and chapter 3 is very soon on its way. It's already starting to get written and it's only a matter of time before it's done. Well, feel free to drop a review and let me know how you think I did.