"Where d'you reckon he's staying?" Harry asked his father.

"I would guess Dumbassdoor somehow convinced him to stay at Grimuald Place, so I guess we check there first. Naturally, it's going to be swarming with the order members he's controlling, so I won't be able to get in without blowing our element of surprise, and if you go in there, they're going to modify your memory and cart you back to Number 4. So somehow we're going to have to get him out." Sirius answered as he searched through his pockets for something.

"Aha!" He cried triumphantly, holding up a mirror.

"Wassat?" Harry asked him, staring at it.

"This, son, is a mirror, commonly used to check ones appearance. And -" Sirius said, as though explaining it to an infant. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Shut up. Seriously, why d'you need a mirror?" Harry asked him.

"Well, I am going to assume that you know what a portkey is, and I am also going to assume you know how to work the mirror I gave to you last year…?" Harry nodded.

"So Rem has one too?" And Sirius nodded in confirmation.

"And he knows you have one too, so what we're going to do is..." And he bent over to whisper in Harry's ear. Harry nodded. "Good plan."

"On three, then," Sirius said briskly, holding out the mirror. "1… 2… 3!" Harry reached out to touch it, and instantly felt the tug behind his naval. They ended up three doors down from Number 12.

"Can you handle this yourself?" Sirius asked, and Harry nodded. "Alright, I have to be out of sight, so I'll be right back there," he said, pointing to the near-by alley.

"Alright, and wait for my signal." Sirius nodded. The minute he was gone, Harry took up the mirror.

"Remus Lupin," he said clearly, and Harry could instantly see the bedroom of Number 12. It took a minute, but Remus's face came clearly through.

"Harry? Is everything alright?" He asked concernedly.

"No, Professor. I just had another vision. Deatheaters, in front of number 9, Grimuald Place, they said that they had wards up, so if more than one person entered, they would be alerted and leave." Remus nodded solemnly.

"Thank you, Harry, I'll check it out." Remus said, before vanishing from the mirror. Harry activated his Dillusement ring. Moments later, Remus came out, wand in hand. Confusion was evident on his worn face. He made is way cautiously down the sidewalk. Unfortunately, being a werewolf increased his senses a lot, and was immediately able to sniff out the teen.

"Harry? What's this all about?" Remus demanded, lowering his wand. Harry however did not.

"Sorry bout this, Uncle Remy," Harry said slowly, walking toward the werewolf.

"What'd you just call me?" Remus asked, confused.

"Dad and I will explain everything, but you'll either have to come willingly or I'll have to stun you." Harry replied.

"Harry, James is dead…" Remus said slowly.

"You know as well as I do James was gay. I'm talking about my real father, come on, think back, you can beat Dumbledore's charm." Harry said softly. Remus dropped his wand and put his hands on his head, seemingly going through an unearthly headache.

"Ah, shit!" He cried, dropping to his knees. "Oh, my, god, it hurts." He growled through clenched teeth, squeezing his head with his hands.

"Harry, stun him!" His father's voice ordered. Harry raised his wand and flicked it, and Remus dropped to the ground, stunned.

"Someone's going to see, we have to hurry." Sirius whispered loudly, staying in the shadows.

"Mobilicorpus." Harry muttered, and Remus began to float towards the alley. Successfully portkeyed out of town unnoticed… for now at least.

"Where are we, anyway?" Harry asked, floating Remus in the front door.

"You mean you don't know?" Sirius asked, bewildered. Harry shrugged. "Harry, my boy, allow me to introduce you to Godric's Hollow, the place where you were raised!" He opened his arms.

"Oh! I thought it looked familiar!" He said, lowering his surrogate uncle down onto the couch of the spacious living room. "So, I take he can't fight the charms, because of that bloody headache trick of Dumbassdoor's." Sirius nodded.

"Best we fix his memory while he's out. That way we won't have to fight him. This might take a while, you can go take a shower, look around, what ever tickles your fancy." Harry nodded and went upstairs to his bedroom and grabbed his clothes, before taking a long shower. After he was dressed, we walked back down to the living room, to find his father sitting up after a long bit of spell work.

"He should be just a little disoriented and confused at first, but after a few minutes he'll be just fine." Sirius explained.

"Ennervate," Harry muttered, and Remus blinked slightly.

"Oww, my head," He muttered, rubbing it with his left hand as he struggled to sit up.

"Relax, Moony, lay back, don't strain yourself." Sirius warned, gently pushing him back down.

"Padfoot! Wha…?" he asked furrowing his brow in confusion. "But you're dead…"

"Not since last I checked." Sirius responded, grinning. Remus again sat up, confusion evident on his face.

"Where am I? What in the bloody is going on?" He asked.

"Dumbassdoor ruined everything, Moon; he modified your memory, along with all the rest of ours. Try and think clearly." Sirius explained. Remus nodded slowly.

"Yeah, I remember now… Wait, what happened to Har?" He asked, reverting back to what he used to call Harry.

"Right here, Uncle Rem!" Harry piped up.

"Harry!" He cried, pulling him into the Remus-Harry embrace.

"For the record, I liked it better when your hair was long." Harry mumbled, and Remus laughed loudly. He pulled out, one arm still protectively draped over Harry's shoulders.

"Who else did he do this to?" Remus asked Sirius.

"Almost everyone in the order, plus James, Lills, and Sev," Sirius explained.

"Oh yeah, that explains why Sev was so uncharacteristically snarky. He used to never be that way! Man, why would anyone want to bother Sev? He never did anything to anybody!" Remus cried indignantly.

"Dumbassdoor, He wanted complete and total control. And after we eat and rest and relax, we're going to get him." Harry said, and the other two males nodded. Tomorrow was going to be one hell of a day.