Young and Helpless

Chapter Eight

Remus lay in his bed staring blankly at the ceiling. He had been there long time contemplating on things such as what he was to do with himself and how he was to confront Dumbledore on this matter.

Harry had fallen asleep not too long ago. He is such an adorable kid Remus pondered, as he sighed heavily

I know I should tell Dumbledore but I'm afraid that Harry will get scared he has already been through so much. Not only that but I wish to gain custody over him and I have still have to sue the Dursleys.

Remus shifted to the other side, and shut his eyes. I should get some sleep he thought and finally drifted off to sleep.

"Harry?" Remus said gently as he patted sleeping figure.

"Mmm." Harry groaned in his sleep as he placed his hand on his face.

"Harry, I need you to get up." Remus said in reply to Harry's groan.

"Okay." Harry said weakly, his eyes opening half way, as he threw his covers off.

"We're going to the market today. I need some groceries, and I was thinking we can get you some clothes." Remus yawned, as he opened the blinds to Harry's room.

"It's okay. You don't have to." Harry murmured, staring down at his feet.

"No, Harry I insist. At least let us buy a new pair of jeans and a shirt for you, so you have a nice outfit to wear on special occasions." Remus said, as he sat beside Harry, gazing down at his wriggling figure.

Harry sat silently, admiring his hands, and not daring to look up at Remus. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Remus spoke up again.

"Harry, I want you to get ready. Please don't argue. We're going shopping." Quietly, he stood up, and left the room, pushing the door closed, as Harry stared after him, a small innocent smile creeping up on his lips.

" I think the darker blue jeans the better." Remus said from where he sat as he watched Harry exit from the Fitting room, with a pair of light blue jeans on.

Harry nodded slowly, looking down at his legs, admiring the pair of knew jeans.

"Alright then. Go get changed again, and give me the second pair you tried on. The darker blue ones. Also, I think the red shirt and green shirt would go best with that pair of jeans so, I'll be buying them too." Remus muttered, as he tugged at the plastic handles of the bags already in his hand from his own shopping.

"You don't have to buy me clothes. I'm okay with mine." Harry said as he walked into his stall.

"Harry. What did I say? I insist. Don't worry about it, alright?" Remus called from where he stood.

"Okay…" Harry's voice came trailing from his stall.

Harry sighed. Quickly, he put on his own baggy, worn clothes, and stared at the small mirror in the stall. He felt bad. I know I can trust Moony. But, I'm not ready yet. What if he's buying me lots of stuff so I can trust him, and then…Harry stopped thinking, as he shuddered. He grabbed all of the folded clothes, and exited the stall.

He handed half the pile to one of the people standing underneath a large sign that read 'Guy's Fitting Room'. The rest of the cloths, which were the jeans, and the two shirts, he shifted to his other arm, and walked over to Remus.

"Okay. Err, here." He muttered quietly, handing the clothes to Remus.

"Come on, don't get sad or anything. I just want to help, okay? I thought we were past this. I promised I would never hurt you. I just want you to look nice when my friend comes over later. Plus, it's a nice change from your other clothes." Remus said gently, with a smile.

Harry paused for a second, with a neutral look on his face, staring at Remus' eyes, before smiling softly.

"That's a good boy." Remus answered.

"See? Now you look very handsome." Remus smiled, as he crouched down beside Harry. His hands brushed off a piece of lint from Harry's shoulder, before adjusting the sleeves, folding them upward to pull his hands from hiding underneath the sweater.

"I like it. I like all of it. Thank You." Harry threw his hand around Remus' shoulders, holding on tightly.

"No Problem Harry. Come on, we'll stop for hot chocolate if you want. Do you have all of your bags?" Remus asked, as he felt tears prickling at his eyes, when he felt Harry hugging him.

Harry let go, His eyes were slightly glazed with tears, and smile was plastered on his face.

"Yah." He sniffled, before reaching down and grabbing all of their bags, they headed towards the small tea shop.

"So what are you having? I'm having the steaming lemon tea.." Remus said, as they reached the shop, and skimmed the list of beverages.

"I…It's okay. I don't need anything." Harry said, lowering his gaze to the floor.

Remus placed a hand on Harry's chin, raising his head so that their eyes were leveled.

"Harry. I know, it's going to take a while, But I want you to realize that you can have anything. I want to make you happy. Now tell me what you want. How about Triple Chocolate Mix, with chunky marshmallows?" Remus whispered.

Harry smiled.

"Thanks Moony." He answered.

Remus smiled. "Triple Chocolate Mix, with chunky marshmallows it is then." He laughed, as he gave Harry a small hug.

He placed his order, as Harry walked over to one of the round tables, which had deep wine-colored table cloths, with matching napkins, and a flower centerpiece.

Remus walked over to the table where Harry sat.

"If you don't mind, I got us some cookies too." Remus said, as he placed the two cups on the table, before placing a small bag of cookies down.

"No. I l-like cookies. Thanks." Harry said, as he grabbed his Hot Chocolate, and a straw in the bag of cookies.

The two sat there for half an hour, munching on their cookies, and sipping at their drinks. Finally, the two were done.

"Let's go. We have fifteen minutes to get home. My friends, will be coming to our house. He's going to give me permission to keep you." Remus said, placing the Styrofoam cups, bag, and napkins in the trash.

"Is he my family?" Harry asked slowly, afraid of asking too many questions.

"No, not really. But he knew your mum and dad. So did I. Yeah… Me, Sirius, Your mum, and your dad. It was the four of us." Remus smiled sadly at the memory.

"You knew mummy and daddy?" Harry asked with wide eyes.

"Mmm Hmm." Remus replied absentmindedly.

"Wow." Harry whispered.

"I'll tell you later. Right now, get in the car, and we'll go home. I don't want to be late." Remus muttered, ushering Harry into the car, before climbing into it himself.

"Harry? Do you think you can go upstairs and entertain yourself and your room?" Remus cast, once the entered his home.

"OK." Harry answered.

"Thanks." Remus answered, as he settled himself on a Kitchen Chair.

His eyes glanced up at the clock, as his fingers drummed against the table. Reluctantly, he rose, rummaging through the cupboards and pulling out two tea bags, and placing the kettle of water on the stove.

"Ah. Good Afternoon Remus." Came Albus Dumbledore's voice from behind him.

A/N: CLIFFY! Um, Remus is going to take him to the hospital. The only reason he didn't is because he has to speak with Dumbledore first, to sort EVERYTHING out…

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