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A/N: yay I finally updated! Be happy Dammit! This is going to be mostly Harry Potter based, as hey, this is a Harry Potter story with Stargate thrown in. For all you Danny lovers (He's mine!!! Back off dammit! –Waves around stick-) He will soon have his major debut.

(I never expected so many reviews...)

Enjoy!

Cailean

He had been almost positive this was going to be another average summer. You know, filled with the simple things that irk us and then make us wanna laugh the next. For the most part that was how this summer was going. He'd gotten yelled at a million times by his aunt and uncle, which suited him fine, and spent the evenings roaming the streets before finally visiting the park. That was how it had been every day since he got back from Hogwarts.

Only, there was one exception. About two weeks into his stay, the temperature got really cold, and it was almost like someone had switched the weather around. It was all over the news recently, and it was confusing everybody. His aunt and uncle were sure it was the fault of his kind. After all, why else would it snow in the desserts of Africa? Was that even possible?

Which is why they believed it to be magic, and therefore young Harry Potters fault. He ran his fingers through his messy black hair and continued to swing on the small swing. The ground was frozen over, and a few children were being called back inside from there late play for dinner. Soon, Harry was the only one left and the young male seemed not to care in the least.

He hadn't heard from his friends, but that didn't worry him. He hardly heard from them last summer and it had only been a week or so since they departed. But that wasn't what saddened the boy. What was, was far more complex and emotional then that. For young Harry Potter had recently lost his godfather and seemingly last person to lean on to the wings of death.

Why should he smile? To give in to the aura of happiness? To pretend to be like everyone else? No, he had had enough of that in his life. It was okay to be sad, to be crushed, and to be lonely even. It was even okay to cry... But Harry could cry no more. He knew that there would be no way to bring Sirius back, but it still saddened him.

Looking at a small black watch wrapped around his wrist, he sighed and forced himself to his feet to begin his long walk home. Okay, so it wasn't that long, but it still felt like it. Nothing out of the ordinary happened that night. He got home, got yelled at, went to his room, and finally went to bed. This routine continued for several more weeks.

And then, one morning, something completely strange and out of the ordinary happened. It snowed in England for the first time in the middle of the summer. It was like the old movie, with Christmas in July, and it caused meteorologists worldwide to begin a long and confusing journey for the truth.

Harry on the other hand, was more interested in an owl he had received that morning. It was small and brown, with large green eyes and half frozen from being out all night in the freezing weather. Harry stroked it half heartedly and let it have some of Hedwig's water and food. The female owl looked aghast.

"Dear Harry,"

The letter read,

"How are you? I'm sure the strange weather has caught your attention. Dumbledore is almost positive it is due to some magical aliment but no one is sure what. According to all knowledge gained, changing the weather is impossible. I did some research on it, and it has never happened before. Unless you watch cartoons...

"Anyways, that wasn't really the reason I wrote you. Just needed something to take up space before saying this. I know you were hurt by Sirius' death and never really got over it. I know how it is. Sirius was my best friend... I would do anything to bring him back, and I must ask you, Don't do anything stupid! To lose you as well would be to insult Sirius death!

"On a brighter note, I was wondering if you'd like to come stay with me for a while. I live a little ways out and there are a few muggles around but none would bother us. A large quite and open space always helps me think. And a few in the Order stop by regularly. If you want to come, I can have you by the end of the week.

"Send your reply soon, and forgive Ham if he gives you any trouble. My neighbor's dog tried to eat him...

"Sincerely,

Remus Lupin"

Green eyes scanned the letter a couple of times as Harry thought it over. It would be nice to get away for a while... and he'd be with Remus, Sirius' close friend... And the last of the marauders... He rubbed the back of his head. And then there would be constant updates about the wizarding world... He could live with that.

Searching his desk, he found a half pecked at blue feather quill and a half sheet of parchment and scribbled down his reply quickly, before pausing to reread it. Tapping his pen he read it once more to make sure.

"Remus,

"I'd love to come for a visit, as long as I'm not forced into doing anymore chores. My aunt and uncle wont care, they yelled at me enough this summer the only way they'd know I was gone when they find the house is silent.

"I'm guessing the full moon has passed giving your question... I know you hate it. I'd like to hear about what's going on too, if you don't mind. In the Order I mean, and in general.

"It finally snowed up here. London's bound to get some soon too. Hope it isn't to cold where you are. )

"Harry Potter"

Rolling and tying the letter, he tied it to Ham's foot and watched as the owl gave him a sort of glare and fluttered out of the window into the mini blizzard that was so uncommonly strange.

xXxXx

"What are you doing boy?" a large man asked, as Harry knelt over his trunk putting the last of his stuff in it.

Harry looked up confused for a moment then smiled, "Didn't I tell you? Someone I know is picking me up today."

Vernon's face turned a bright red as he fought to control his rage.

"They are coming normally right? In a decent car?" Vernon asked and Harry shrugged, "Not my fireplace!"

"I honestly don't know," Harry shrugged again, and Vernon stormed from the room.

He closed his trunk and clicked the lock before sitting on it and looking around the small room. He had been here for less then three weeks and he was leaving again. He supposed this place never really would become his home no matter how hard he tried. Not that it mattered. He wondered if Dumbledore knew...

Hopping up, he let Hedwig out of her cage, knowing that the bright owl would find her way to him if need be. After all, it was probably best to have as little luggage as possible. Watching the owl fly out the window, and soar over the snowy lanes and into the sky made him smile. How wonderful it must be to be free like that...

A sudden knocking at the door snapped him out of his thoughts and he stared out the window to see a small blue car parked in front of the house. His heart skipped and he hurried out of his room and down the stairs. What he saw gave him the sudden desire to laugh. His uncle Vernon was red faced and nervous while trying to deal with poor Remus Lupin and a male Harry did not recognize.

"I'm sorry," the man said with an American accent, "I don't think-"

"Don't you try to fool me! You're just like the rest of them! Take the boy and get out of here this instant!" Vernon hissed. "I won't tol-

"Harry!" Remus smiled, waving at him, "We came to get you."

"The muggle way I see," Harry grinned and Remus' smile disappeared.

"You ready?" Remus asked carefully, confusing Harry.

"Yeah, my trunks upstairs," the younger male replied.

"I'll help you get it," the werewolf smiled again.

"You will not step into this house hooligan!" Vernon hissed.

"Remus, I don't think-"

"The sooner we get the boys trunk, the sooner we will be out of here," Remus pointed out calmly.

Unable to fight this logic, Vernon stepped aside and let the Wizard pass and Harry led him up to his room. They stood in silence as Remus looked around before they lifted the heavy trunk and started to leave. Remus stopped before they reached the door.

Without turning around, he said, "I know this may sound odd, but it would be much better if you refrained from magical terms while at my place. Daniel will be there a while with us (it was sort of short term) and he's a muggle."

"Oh! That explains-"

Harry couldn't complete his sentence as Remus started moving again. Soon, the doors were closed, trunk packed in the boot of the car and Harry was ready to crawl into the back seat. He turned around and waved to his Uncle, Aunt and Cousin who were staring out the window.

Hey, it was a whole year till he'd see them again and that was something to be happy about!