OMFG! Damn me! Damn me to the depths of Hell! I haven't updated in ages! Bad Sara! Bad! Ugh, I've had writers block for this story, plus I've been working on another story. Go read it if you want, it's AU where Harry's aunt gave him to an orphanage before Hogwarts and he was taken by elves and raised in the forbidden forest until he's 17 when he's finally found. And just to warn you: IT. IS. SLASH. So if you no like then you no read. That simple. I'm doing it as a Remus/Harry pairing, like this one I asked my readers what they wanted and they requested it. I guess I attract Harry/Remus shippers with my writing because I love Remus and Harry so they're usually at the center of my stories. And for those of you worried about the age difference don't worry, I handled that, only a 7-year age difference now, not to bad. Now that I'm done with my rambling excuses on with the story!

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Harry lay awake in his bed back at Griffindor tower; he was starring at the canopy above his bed thinking about what had happened. After his "moment" with Snape he had opened up a little to him and Remus. He hadn't told much, but enough to keep them satisfied for now. Remus had offered to let Harry stay the night in his rooms, he would sleep on the couch, but Harry declined. After all the changes that had taken place in less than one day and all the changes sure to come Harry wanted to keep some things to normality. Besides, all the Griffindors would be asleep so he didn't have to explain anything. He knew Hermionie and Ron would want to know why he hadn't met them in the great hall for lunch, of why he had disappeared all afternoon and wasn't there for dinner either. Luckily DADA was his last class of the day because it was so close to the weekend so he didn't have any other class to deal with. Harry was still very surprised he had been in Remus' rooms for so long, they had talked for longer than he thought. He did take a nap though; Remus said it would do him some good to clear his head.

The only thing was that Harry's mind was anything but clear. He was still in complete stress about what would happen, how Dumbledore would react, how his friends would react. Would they hate him? Be disappointed? Snape said that he had nothing to worry about when it came to that but how could Snape be so sure? He was Snape after all; nothing was a sure deal with Snape. Harry thought back to the conversation all three of them had had. Remus and Snape seemed most interested as to why he didn't tell, and how he had managed to keep it a secret for so long. Harry snorted; those were both obvious questions. Why didn't he tell? Why would he tell? Would anyone really believe him? How would they react? He was raised being told that no one was to know and that he was better off suffering in the shadows than suffering in the light. After so many years, why would he give up his secret now? If it hadn't have been for the incident during the DADA test he would have never told. Harry was sure he would have ended up taking his secrets to the grave, no matter how soon or long off that would be.

Then the second question, how did he keep it a secret? He had been vague about his answer when he told them, but it was still hilarious to see the look on Snape's face, and so oddly rewarding when he mumbled "That's so… So… Slytherin" under his breath. Harry had told them about sneaking onto the train early and using magic (because the train was considered school grounds so magic wasn't restricted) to cover his scars and bruises. How he would fake a fight with Malfoy or an injury in quidditch earlier on in the year to he could go into the hospital wing and get fixed up for the injuries he supposedly received in the fight or game. They didn't quite understand how he had pretended for so long. They just didn't understand that he had been doing it his whole life, since age five he had been an expert liar. He had been such a natural it almost frightened him, he remembered the first lie he ever made…

Flash back…

/Little five-year-old Harry Potter was sitting in the living room playing. He was ecstatic; the lady next door, Mrs. Figg had taken Dudley out for the day at the request of his Aunt so Harry didn't have to worry about his tormenting. Harry starred intensely at the blocks in front of him, a few weeks ago he had been able to do something that in his eyes was absolutely amazing and he was determined to repeat the action. A smile crept on his face when a few of the blocks began to float shakily up and stack on each other; they fell to the ground when he looked up at a scream behind him.

He turned and saw his Aunt in the doorway looking terrified and scandalized, his Uncle ran in to see what the fuss was about. His Aunt ran over to Vernon and whispered something in his ear, causing his fat face to turn purple and his beady eyes narrow angrily at the confused Five-year-old.

"How DARE you!" He screamed, marching forward and reaching out for
Harry. Harry tried to duck out of the way but that simply resulted in his uncle grabbing his arm at an odd angle as he pulled forcefully to get him up. There was a sickening crack and Harry screamed in pain. Vernon jumped and dropped his nephew to the ground, starring in shock. Petunia screamed and ran to her husband's side, starring at the sobbing boy shocked.

"Vernon! What are we going to do! I think you broke the freaks wrist! What will we tell the neighbors?" She shrieked with worry on her horse like face. Worry not for her nephew but for her own personal image. While Harry held his broken arm to his chest and watched his Aunt and Uncle fight over a good excuse the door suddenly opened and Dudley and Mrs. Figg came in.

"Well Petunia! It was a full day but- Oh my! What happened Harry dear?" She set her bag down quickly and rushed to his side, looking at his purpling wrist in concern. "Oh dear! That looks like a terrible break! You poor thing!" She looked at Petunia and Vernon from her spot by Harry. "What on Earth happened?" Vernon and Petunia looked at each other and began stuttering, Harry interrupted.

"I fell Mrs. Figg." He said suddenly, causing everyone in the room to look at him. Harry's own eyes widened slightly, he didn't know why he said that but his mouth kept moving on it's own accord. "I was standing on the couch to get a book from the shelf when I fell over, I landed on my wrist funny…" Harry's watery eyes moved over to his Aunt and Uncle as he kept telling his fictional fall. They had odd looks on their faces. Vernon's was a mixture of surprise and satisfaction while his Aunt had a mixture of surprise and what looked like a sort of sickened/sad look. That had been the first time Harry lied about injuries and it most definitely was not the last. /

End Flash back…

Harry pondered the conversation for a bit longer before he found himself falling into a restless sleep…

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Harry woke the next morning to careful hands shaking him awake. He opened tiered eyes and found that the owner of those hands was Hermionie. She had a slightly worried look on her face and next to her was an equally worried Ron. He blinked and starred at them for a bit before he spoke.

"What is it guys? Isn't it Saturday? Why are you waking me up so early?" He mumbled, noting the worried glance they shared.

"Harry… It's nearly ten." Hermionie told his and bit her lip. "You've been sleeping like the dead. We didn't want you to miss breakfast; it's already almost over. We noticed you missed lunch yesterday… And dinner…" Ron nodded and Harry made a noise of surprise when he heard the time.

"Yeah mate… Where were you? None of us could find you anywhere all day. And you obviously didn't get in until late. What's up?" Harry sat up in his bed and sighed.

"I was talking to professor Lupin and Professor Snape all afternoon. I also took a long nap… Which is why I don't know why the hell I'm so bloody tired but oh well."

"Why were you talking to them? Is something wrong?" Harry smiled reassuringly at Hermionie and he shook his head. He was about to respond when he realized that he was about to lie. Again. Things were going to change and he might as well try to go with it so the ride wasn't as rough. His smile faded and he sighed deeply again.

"I… Yeah… Kind of something, but don't worry. Professors Snape and Lupin are helping me. I just… I don't think I could tell you now… I'll tell you soon but… I'm not ready right now." Ron and Hermionie shared a look again but reluctantly nodded at him.

"Ok Harry… We know you'll tell us when you're ready. Get dressed; we'll be waiting in the common room for you to go to breakfast." Harry nodded and the walked out the door, Harry bit his lip and started getting ready.

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Snape took a bit of his eggs and scanned the great hall with his onyx eyes. Harry wasn't here yet and breakfast was almost over. Last night had been a real eye opener for him, who knew the Griffindor golden boy was so Slytherin? It came as quite a shock. Even more disturbing though was what Harry used this Slytherin side for. Snape cast a covert glance at Lupin and noted that he kept peeking at the Griffindor Table and doors as well. Suddenly Snape looked up as the door opened and Harry, Granger and Weasley walked in. Weasley was talking and making grand hand gestures and his two friends were laughing hysterically. Snape looked at Harry in particular and his eyebrows shot to his hairline. Harry had a giant smile and was laughing, looking as if he hadn't a care in the world. Snape closed his eyes and opened them again, yet the scene hadn't changed. He looked over to Lupin and saw his starring at Harry in shock as well; he looked over and locked eyes with Snape. He shook his head a bit and looked back at Griffindor Table where it appeared Harry was the one telling the joke now. Snape slowly shook his head while his eyes were trained on the laughing and smiling boy that had been sobbing and speaking of severe abuse just last night. 'So Slytherin it's eerie. He's even more Slytherin than me in many ways…'

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Harry forced a smile on his face again and prayed it was real looking. He choked a laugh out as Ron continued his grand tale about Fred and Georges newest product testing. He felt a tap on his shoulder and spun around, his stomach did a flip-flop when he saw Remus standing in front of him with a sad smile.

"Harry, when you're done with Lunch could you meet me in my office please?" Harry's heart sank and he ignored the confused looks on his friend's faces. He nodded and turned back to his bacon as Remus walked away.

"What was that?" Ron asked. Harry swallowed the bacon he had been chewing and kept his eyes on his plate.

"About last night most likely, he must want to still talk about it." Hermionie and Ron nodded but had slightly worried looks on their faces. They continued their breakfast normal after that, normal except the nervousness twisting in Harry's gut.

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Remus sat down at his desk, grading papers while he waited for Harry. He knew Snape would arrive soon as well. They had both agreed to try and convince Harry to open up. Remus was determined that by the end of their conversation they would be heading to Dumbledore's office.

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There you go! And I promise I'll try not to take so long to update next time!