Young and Helpless

Chapter Ten

"Harry." Remus said softly, after a moment of shock. Suddenly, all of his anger ebbed away slowly, and he walked over to Harry.

"N-no. You're going to get in t-trouble." Harry choked quietly, and turned around, walking away from the Kitchen.

"Harry!" Remus called after him. He turned around shooting a small glare at Dumbledore, before chasing after Harry.

He found Harry hiding underneath the duvet covers of his bed.

"Harry." Remus cooed, as he walked over to the quivering lump.

"No." He moaned. Remus could hear Harry's breathe hitch, as he sobbed into the covers.

Carefully, He pulled the covers back, and engulfed Harry in a large hug.

"Please don't cry Harry. Please. Just forget about everything alright? I promise thing will get better. Just let me sort a few things out. Please Harry." His own breath quivered; as he let his own tears silently tremble down his cheek.

"Then, we can go live out on the beach together, and I'll buy you all the toys you've ever dreamed of. You can meet Sirius, You're Godfather. Yah and we can go, just the three of us on trips, and have the most fun in the world. Everything will be alright, I promise, Okay. Please, stop crying." Remus said through thick tears.

"B-but you're in t-t-t-trouble." Harry said, as he pulled slowly from Remus' embrace, looking up with wide bloodshot eyes, his bottom lip quivering.

"No I'm not. If that's what's wrong, then trust me I'm not in trouble. Dumbledore, is a friend, we were just…disagreeing. I'm sure I'm not in trouble." Remus assured Harry, as he once again wrapped his arms comfortingly around Harry.

"L-liar." Harry murmured from within his shirt.

"Harry, I'm not lying. I swear. Please, Trust me. Don't you? Come on. We'll go downstairs. I'll apologize, and you can meet him, and we'll be friends okay? Then we'll go see your Godfather." Remus pledged with tearful eyes.

He paused for a moment, and glanced down, as Harry slowly urged Remus away with his hands.

"What is it?" Remus asked.

"I don't want to s-say sorry. He's mean." Answered Harry.

"Harry. It's okay. He was just disappointed with me. He's really fond of you." Remus said, as he passed a hand slowly through the tuffs of jet-black hair.

"Do y-you trust him?" Harry questioned slowly, as he wiped his eyes against his sleeves.

Remus stopped, and considered this for a moment. He felt his heart clench slightly.

"Yes Harry. Yes I do."

A knock echoed through the Kitchen. The wooden door, which was closed shut, slowly creaked open, and Remus appeared slowly from behind it, carrying a the toddler in his arms.

"Sir?" Remus whispered softly. He felt his heart thumping in his chest. Suddenly he regretted everything he had said earlier.

"Hello Remus." Dumbledore said from his place at the table.

"Yes, sir. I apologize for my behavior earlier. It was certainly inappropriate and uncalled for. I-" Remus began, as he held Harry in his arms, who was burying his face into Remus' neck.

"No apology needed. It was quite understandable. So I assume this is Harry?" Dumbledore cut Remus off, with a wave of his hand, and rose from his seat.

"Yes, this is him. Harry, come on, say hi to my friend." Remus cooed softly, as he nudged Harry's small arm away from where it was covering his face.

Harry turned his head slowly with wide eyes, and smiled, waving his hand in the air towards Dumbledore. Remus frowned; he could tell Harry's smile was a fake one, as fear still lingered in those small, emerald orbs.

"Hello Harry. I am Albus Dumbledore. Remus here has been telling me about you. Can you answer a few questions?" Dumbledore asked slowly, as he lowered his head, to become somewhat eyelevel with Harry.

"Okay." Harry answered.

"Who are your aunt and uncle?" Dumbledore asked slowly, keeping his calm gaze on Harry.

"Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon." Harry answered with a small voice.

"Do you like them?" Dumbledore questioned.

Instead of answering, Harry nodded.

"Do they hurt you?" Dumbledore asked again, keeping his gaze so steady, as those calm blue eyes seemed to draw Harry closer.

Harry stared slowly into the man's eyes. He couldn't explain it, but he saw comfort and joy in they. He could see the trust, and concern, and the will to do good. He was so deeply drawn to them, as if an invisible force was pulling him forward. He paused out of hesitation when he heard the latest question.

"Yes." He answered very quietly, staring unblinkingly at Dumbledore.

"Show Me." Dumbledore said in a stern uncommon voice. Harry stood in his trance, and carefully wriggled free of Remus' grasp.

"Harry?" Remus muttered softly, as his eyebrow rose in question.

But Harry didn't break his gaze with Dumbledore. Instead, he brushed away Remus' presence, and slowly pulled his shirt off, letting it drop at his side.

Dumbledore's eyes grew darker, and his features dropped, his once neutral smile plummeting into a frown, as his eyebrows rose past his hairline in concern.

"I've seen enough; please put your shirt back on." Dumbledore said quietly, as Remus snapped out of his daze, and pulled the shirt on the six-year-old for him.

As soon as Dumbledore broke their gaze, Harry whimpered, looking very confused.

"I want you to bring him to the nearest muggle hospital in town. We cannot bring him to any wizarding Hospital. It will arouse suspicion. I will have Moody keeping an eye on the both of you. Tomorrow, we'll discuss his living arrangements." Dumbledore said slowly, keeping his gaze on Harry, who had crawled back into Remus' embrace, and had hidden his face from view, shaking silently.

"There will be nothing to discuss. But nonetheless, we'll meet tomorrow so you can check up on us." Remus said making sure to strain the words 'check up'.

Without another word, Dumbledore left with a loud pop.

"Harry?" Remus asked quietly, after watching Albus leave.

Harry pulled his face from where it had been hiding, against Remus' shirt. He had a light trail of tears running down his cheeks.

"Don't cry please. Harry, everything will be okay." Remus crooned.

"H-he made m-me." Harry said with a shaky voice.

"I know Harry, I know. But he's a friend. He won't hurt you. He's just shocked. What about we get you cleaned up so we can go get you fixed up." Remus answered with a soft smile.

"I d-don't want to go to the doctors. They have needles." Harry murmured, as he once again cuddled in Remus' embrace.

"Don't worry. I wont let them hurt you with the needles. They just need to clean you up." Remus said, as the two made their way up the stairs.

"What about magic?" Harry asked, his eyes brightening very suddenly.

"Well, we can't. Magic can't be exposed…or err…well no one can put a spell on you because your body isn't ready." Remus tried to explain.

"How come?" Harry asked.

"Well, you've never had magic done on you, so having a lot of magic, like healing spells, that'll help you, would make you go on overdrive. Like a computer. If you feed it too much information, or download too much stuff on it, It will slow down and stop." Remus explained.

"Oh. Okay. Thanks." Harry answered.

"You still haven't changed from the polite little gentleman you are, have you? One day, we'll all go to the beach, and I'll paint you a picture of the sunset against the ocean, okay? Would you like that?" Remus asked.

The famous Potter grin finally blossomed on Harry's lips.

"Okay."

A/N: AHHHHHH Being bombarded by school and stuff… Anyways… Hope you like this chapter… Not as good as the others, but I was rushing it slightly. It will be edited.

Sorry.

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