Thanks for the reviews, you guys really know how to make a girl feel good:) I think I'll get more chapters up real soon considering the fact I'm pratically snowed inside my house. Enjoy, and don't forget to review. Also, if your looking for the disclamer, its in the first chappie.
Harry Potter walked in the front door of his apartment, slamming the door behind him.
Dave ran out into the living room, "Thank god your ok, I heard all the noise, and was just about to come help when it all stopped, and you guys were gone, I was worried."
Harry smiled, "Don't worry so much, your hair will turn gray." Harry plopped down on the couch with a humph.
"So what did they want you to do?" Dave sat down next to him.
"Talk, they just wanted to have a chat with me." Harry sighed.
"So you're not in trouble or anything."
"Nope, everything's just peachy, other than the fact that I'm moving out." Harry closed his eyes and waited for Dave to start yelling, but it never came.
"Fine."
"Fine? It's alright with you? I mean, I was expecting the whole works, how will you pay your rent? Who will cook and do the laundry?" Harry opened his eyes and looked at him.
"You sound more worried than I should." Dave laughed, and then became serious, "Harry, I always knew this day would come, when you'd return to your place, where you belong, and……I'll miss you, but I know it's for the best."
"Was that rehearsed?" Harry quipped.
"Yep, a couple hundred times." Both of them laughed at that.
The next morning, the two of them took off from work and spent some time together. Harry bought the coat he wanted and some more black eye liner, he wanted to make an impression in his new home just for the heck of it, and Dave bought him a new pair of boots for a going away gift.
Harry bought Dave some more hair bleach and said, "Your roots were beginning to show." Dave got a kick out of that.
By afternoon, the boys were sitting at a table in a café eating lunch, they got a couple of odd looks, Harry was used to it, with his rather odd appearance, like the black eyeliner and such, it drew unwanted attention to him, but he didn't really care, he just wanted to be himself. In fact he didn't care what anyone else except Dave, Dumbledore, and this Sirius fellow, his godfather thought of him.
Harry and Dave played a game while they waited for their food, it was you look at people, and try to guess who they are, what their job is, and all that stuff. It was really funny, some of the stuff they came up with.
A very large woman, wearing a drab brown business suit walked by when it was Harry's turn, he said "Her name is Hannah, she works as a secretary during the day, and a stripper in a bar at night." Both of them broke down laughing, Harry was holding his sides, tears were coming out of Dave's eyes, just the thought of that brought on a new fit of laughter."
"God Harry, you have the dirtiest imagination, I pity whoever your new roommate will be." Dave managed to choke out after calming himself down and taking a sip of water.
"Yeah, on that topic of that Dave, who is your new roommate gonna be, I know you can't take care of the rent by yourself."
Dave smiled evilly at Harry then replied, "Remember Sara, that girl you met last week?"
"Yeah, the hot brunette." Harry smirked.
"Well, she decided to move in with me." Dave readied himself for the comeback.
"Well, I pity her, she'll have to cook, clean, and do your laundry because you are utterly pathetic, also, she'll have to put up with well you."
Harry's true feelings must have shown through his sarcastic facade, because Dave looked him in the eyes, or eye, and said, "Harry, no one, I mean no one even a really hot girl could take your place, you hear me, I just need a roommate, if you ever need a place to crash or whatever, don't hesitate to ask, just call or show up, your always welcome."
Harry smiled, "Thanks Dave, you might regret that though." Harry laughed as did Dan.
"I should watch what I say, shouldn't I?" Dave asked no one in particular.
Harry didn't answer, he already knew the answer, right now, he was actually beginning to feel nervous. 'I couldn't be nervous.' Harry thought to himself. 'It must have been the coffee or something.'
Later that day, Harry carefully dressed, no one could expect him to wear a suit and tie, he just wore some of his nicer cloths. Baggy black pants, a black shirt that says, what's wrong with strange in red lettering (I was actually going to buy that shirt, but I'm broke), his new combat boots, and his leather coat that reached his knees. He put on his black eyeliner and earrings; he psyched himself up as well. 'Maybe I am nervous.' He thought to himself.
After making sure he had everything he picked up his bag, and went into the living room. Dan and Sara were waiting there.
"I just wanted you to know that I won't paint your room pink or anything while you're gone." Sara reassured him with a smile.
"You better not." Harry stuck his hand out to shake Dave's hand, but instead found himself pulled into a hug, he immediately stiffened up, remembering when he was little at the Dusley's, but after a second he relaxed. Dave let go of him, and Harry said, "Thanks for everything Dave, if you need anything at all, I mean anything, let me know. Got it?" Harry smiled sadly at his roommate who had taught him everything he knew about magic, which was about as much as an average fifth year.
"Sure Harry, I'll keep that in mind when I get into another bar fight." Dave and Harry laughed at that one, Sara just watched with amusement, not understanding the inside joke.
"See you guys. Sara don't let this idiot destroy the apartment, keep him away from sharp objects, and don't let him stay up past his bed time." Harry said as he walked out the door.
"Sure think boss man, see ya around." Sara said as Harry closed the door, leaving his old life for his new one in the world of magic.
A man was waiting out front, sitting on a bench, reading a paper. As he saw Harry he folded his paper up and walked over to him. "Harry?" The man asked.
"Yeah." Harry looked at the man, for some odd reason he looked familiar.
"I'm Remus Lupin, your dad and uncle's friend. Wow you have grown up, I remember when you were just a baby……" Remus trailed off.
Harry smiled; the man wasn't judging him from his appearance, which was unusual. He might like this guy, especially if he knew his father. "So we're off to the Leaky Cauldron, right?" Harry asked as they began walking.
"Yes, I assume you've been there before." Remus kept glancing at Harry, like he couldn't believe Harry was actually there, or Harry was going to disappear again.
"Once or twice, but I never got a good look around." Harry followed Remus into the pub.
"You're going to love it here. Your godfather is so excited, it's been a long time since I've seen him so happy, and I mean he was actually humming. It was rather disturbing, completely out of character for that man." Remus was babbling, but Harry didn't mind, he liked something about this guy, something off, but whatever was off seemed to fit him. Whatever it was Harry felt comfortable around him.
Remus was greeted, but didn't stop to chat; he just said a polite hello. An odd man, who looked drunk, staggered up to them. "Hey wolfie, lookin good, when's the next full moon again I seem to forget." The man slurred the words so much that they were hardly recognizable.
Harry, remembering how Mr.Dusley would get drunk and beat him when he was younger, stiffened up. It wasn't like he hadn't seen a drunken man, he worked in a bar, but this seemed…well too personal.
"Mr. Pine, I really wish you would stop this foolishness and get back to whatever you were doing, I am in a hurry." Lupin tried to make his way around the man, but he stepped in front of Lupin.
"Why wolf boy, is there a full moon tonight?" Turning to Harry, "Who is this freak, your boyfriend, a little young for someone your age werewolf isn't he?"
Lupin's face began to turn red, no one stepped forward to help, not even the friendly bartender, they just watched the action.
"What I do is none of your buissness, Jacob, now let us go." Lupin practically growled.
The man's face turned slightly redder, a drunken man is not a rational man, and Harry knew that for a fact. When Pine took a swing at the rather small Lupin, Harry who had been standing in the background lept into action. Pine's first swing missed, but as he was about to try again. Harry grabbed his arm and twisted. He had the larger man in an arm lock.
"Let me go you damn kid." The drunken man bellowed, as the amazed crowd watched the boy holding the man. The more he struggled against Harry's lock, the more painful it got for him. Finally, after Pine's arm gave a sickening crack as it clearly broke, Harry let go.
That was when all hell broke loose. Usually the Leaky Cauldron was a relatively calm place, but since layoffs at the ministry had started, the unemployed flocked to the bars to get drunk and forget all their problems even though they knew they were only getting deeper into the debit they were already in.
The fighting began so quickly Lupin couldn't react quickly enough, and got decked hard enough to knock him into a wall in a daze. Harry, fortunately, knew what was going to happen, and used his years of fending for himself on the street and in the bar for his advantage.
The bartender, who gave up breaking up the mad bar fight after being kicked hard in the shin, took refuge behind the bar. Harry truly knew what to do in this situation; in fact he was enjoying himself immensely. As he left hooked a guy hard enough to break his nose cleanly, he was tackled from behind. 'Damn.' He thought to himself as he kicked the man in the face as he struggled to get up, 'these people are psycho.'
Lupin, as he recovered from the blow, searched for Harry frantically in the chaos, saw him smoothly taking control of the situation, sort of like he saw this everyday.
Lupin decided to stay out of it, figuring that he wasn't the best candidate to have in a physical fight, he was more of a nascence than a help.
By the time a ministry official came and broke up the fight, Harry had effectively put seven men out of the fight with different injuries, while he sustained few.
When the two finally got out the door, Harry began laughing, Lupin was worried he might have been hit a little too hard in the head, and considered taking him to St.Murgo's.
When Harry saw Lupin looking at him, seemly concerned, he choked out, "I didn't think the first few minutes of my new life here would begin with another bar fight." That even made Remus laugh at the irony.
Finally when they recovered from their laughing fit, Harry said, "So you're a werewolf."
Remus nodded his head; Harry could tell he was ashamed about that.
"That's really cool." Harry told him truefully.
That made Remus smile genuinely. "You know you really kick but in there, I didn't know anyone your age could fight like that, you looked like a trained aurror."
"Thanks." Harry replied, that was when Remus noticed Harry's face was badly bruised, his eyes were beginning to blacked, he had blood slowly trickling out of his nose, and his lip seemed to be split.
"That looks pretty nasty, you're godfather is going to kill me for this." Remus groaned.
"You don't look great yourself." Harry said, at first Remus thought it was a insult until Harry pointed to Remus's jaw, where he had a had knock. He really hadn't noticed the pain until Harry mentioned it.
"Thanks." Remus joked.
Harry smiled at the man's lousy try at sarcasm, but all hope was not lost, Harry had a lot of practice in the field of sarcasm.
"Well, here we are." Remus held out his hand, written on it was number 12 Grimwald Place. Harry was about to ask what that meant when a building mysteriously appeared between the two buildings next to it. The plaque outside the door read the same thing as Remus's hand did. Harry followed the man up the door. Remus pulled a key out of his pocket, and unlocked the door.
As the two entered, Remus signaled Harry to be quiet as they went up the stairs. As they reached the top of the landing, Harry's heart began to race. When they reached a door in the hall that led off the landing, Lupin knocked. "Remus is that you, come on in." A deep voice, filled with pain, sorrow, but happiness at the same time said. Remus turned the doorknob, and Harry thought his heart was going to fly out of his chest. He was going to finally meet his Godfather, the closest thing to family he had left.
Harry will meet meet his godfather in the next chapter, I should have it up soon. Please review!