A/N – Well, this is getting pretty good, huh? I want to thank everyone who has kept up with my fic. I know that the plot is whacked out and over done, but I do hope (and by all replies to this I find that I may be doing a good job) that this fic is original, so, Without further pleasantries made, let the story continue!

A/N (2) -- Sorry, but I wanted to post this last night but the bloody document thing-ie wouldn't let me! but, here it is! enjoy!

Harry Potter and the Story of Secret's

Part 17

Remus Lupin was glad to see that the French Minister of Magic's office was not overwhelming to nay visitors; It was quant, in fact, with a secretary in the corner of the room with parchment and quill at the ready; the carpet was a nice rich shade of red, there was a black leather couch and a love seat of the same black leather. A coffee table sat between the love seat and couch. There was a side table filled with refreshments, and plants hung from the ceiling.

The Minister, however, was a woman, she was in her mid forties (not quite old for a witch in fact), with black hair that she wore in a bun, she had dark brown eyes, and she wore light blue robes with a nice cross pendant.

"Mr. Lupin, what a pleasant surprise," Minister Muriel Gervais said in perfect English, but with a hint of French accent.

"I hope I haven't come at a bad time," Remus gave a small smile.

"Not at all, please sit, would you like some tea?" Muriel asked.

"Yes, please," Remus replied. A few moments later, both adults had their tea cups and a plate of cookies in front of them.

"So, to what do I owe this surprise?" Muriel asked.

"The Dark Lord has asked me to come and talk to you over protection for a young wizard,"

"Oh? What does Lord Voldemort want me to do?" Muriel asked.

"He wants you to head off any searches that Dumbledore, and the English Ministry, may conduct in France, it is imperative that Harry Potter is not found by either parties," Remus said.

"Why is that? If you don't mind telling me, that is?"

"Dumbledore…he….I can't say it yet, though I know it be true, he has done some things that he has pinned on Lord Voldemort,"

"I see, I will make sure that no one looks into it, though, I should inform you that Dumbledore has all ready contacted me by owl; he wants my Auror's to inform him of anyone matching a description of 'Harry Potter' who may be here,"

"He isn't going to go out in public, that would be down right idiotic of us," Remus muttered. Muriel laughed good naturedly.

"I understand, do not worry, they will not bother you, Lord Voldemort practically owns us, not that we mind, we have known for a while that Head Master Dumbledore isn't telling everyone everything that we need to know; not to mention killing innocent people," Muriel sighed.

"Yes, I have recently found that out and still cannot believe it,"

"Do not worry, things will turn out all right in the end; have you given a thought to Potter's schooling?"

"Er—sort of, but not much," Remus said.

"Please, get in touch with our school, I am sure he will be welcomed there," Muriel said, standing up. Remus stood too and they exchanged kisses on both cheeks.

"Thank you," Remus said.

"Do not trouble yourself over it, I would have done it even if you had come," Muriel laughed.

Remus left the office with a huge smile, he knew that this plan would work, it was just as perfect as when he and his best friends had come up with their plan's to steal into the forbidden section of the library at Hogwarts in order to find out how one exactly becomes and Animagus. This was more dangerous, of course, they'd be killed or put into Azkaban for this (the dark mark was enough proof of their 'betrayal') but Remus did not care, as long as Harry was safe…well…that was all that mattered in the first place.

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Muriel looked down at the parchment in front of her; It was a reply to Dumbledore's letter that she had gotten just before her impromptu meeting with Remus, the man was nice, though a bit worn about the edges. He was handsome too, and that bode well for him.

She giggled a bit, but pushed those thoughts out of her head, she had no time for men, no matter who they be; She read over the letter once more, just to make sure that it was vague and perfect for her Lord's plan's.

Monsieur Dumbledore,

I am afraid to say that there are no reports of little Harry Potter, as of yet.

My sympathies to you in you're plight. I shall keep you posted if anything becomes of the boy.

Good day

Muriel Gervais

(Minister of Magic, France)

Muriel sighed, she then folded up her letter and out her seal on it; she put it in her out tray for it to be sent off in the morning when her personal assistant came to collect her out going post. She then sat back in her chair, things were going to get interesting to say the least.

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Sirius Black was looking about the small safe house; it had three bedrooms, one equipped for a child while the others for the adults. The sitting room had old sofa's of an ugly brown color, the coffee table had a broken leg and the wall paper was peeling off. Sirius went about the room transfiguring things as he went like it was a second habit of some sort. This put a smirk on most of the Slytherins faces.

"It's nice, just a bit of fixing up," Sirius muttered as he transfigured the sofas into a newer version of themselves, but red this time around. He grinned at the Slytherins, he may be a Death Eater now, but he was still all Gryffindor at heart!

Harry took his own look around the dilapidated house; he rather liked it, it was cozy, and it lacked the cleanliness that his Aunt insisted upon. Harry smiled at that thought, Uncle Moony and Godfather Padfoot didn't clean up the way his Aunt did; and they used their sticks while say some funny words and everything would vanish! It was a neat trick!

"…Should get you settled in, Lupin should be coming around soon," Severus was saying, but at that moment, Lupin was propelled through the fire place. He swiped at the ash, but smiled at them all anyway.

"How'd it go, Moony?" Sirius asked.

"Perfect, Minister Gervais was very nice, assured me that she wouldn't give Dumbledore a chance in hell of finding us, however, those weren't her words," Remus replied.

"Ooooh! You met a girl! Go Moony! So…when will you ask her out?" Sirius raised an eyebrow, Remus looked sheepish, but then glared at his friend.

"Padfoot, if you aren't careful I'm going to turn you hair into a terrible shade of pink!"

"You can try!" Sirius sing songed, Harry giggled. The grown ups looked at each other, Harry hid his face in the nearest person's robes (Severus') but he still giggled a little.

"Haven't heard that sound in a while, Pronglet, what do you say we go see you're room?" Sirius asked, he held out his hand. Harry took it and they went off.

"He really has taken all this responsibility to heart, hasn't he?" Bella asked.

"Yes, mind, he still doesn't like his parent's, but that hardly stops him," Remus said.

"No need to worry about them; Lord Voldemort has taken care of it, Aunt and Uncle won't bother Sirius for a while," Bella shrugged.

"Good, I'd hate to have to hex them," Remus muttered as he made his way to the kitchen.

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Albus Dumbledore was not happy, not happy at all; Harry Potter had escaped him and it was all his fault! If he hadn't sent Sirius after those Death Eater's in the first place than none of this would have happened. Remus and Severus had also disappeared and Albus knew why.

Severus was in on Voldemort's plan all along; he had stolen the child from the muggles, and now there was no sign of the three of them. Dumbledore fantasized about ringing Snape's neck! His most trusted Potions Master had betrayed him, and he hadn't thought to have thought about that in the first place!

Now, he had to find the boy; if he grew up with that lot…there was no telling what Harry Potter would think about him, Albus was almost sure that Harry would hate him and listen to his side of the story.

But look at what you have done to the child…his inner voice said.

Leave me alone! Albus yelled; You only have yourself to blame for this mess; should have kept Black and Lupin on a very short leash…

It was then that Albus promised himself that he would get his hands on Harry Potter, no matter what!

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Harry sat quietly at the table; he listened as the adults talked above him, he really didn't understand a thing they said, but he really didn't want too anyway. All he knew was that something bad had happened and that some people would get hurt if they were found out. But why would they be hurt in the first place? Harry asked himself.

"Harry?" it was Remus, "Are you all right?"

"Fine," Harry mumbled, but he wasn't, he felt sick, and he didn't really know why. He sighed as he picked at the food in front of him. The adults had finished their lunch, but Harry didn't eat anything at all.

"Are you sure? You look a bit peeked to me," Remus said, he brushed Harry's bangs away and gently felt the child's for head. Remus gave a small click of his tongue before he called Sirius' attention to the situation.

"Padfoot, I think Harry's sick,"

"What? Does he have a fever?" Sirius asked, he made his way around the table and knelt next to Harry's chair, he also felt the boy's forehead.

"I think so, do we have any mild fever potions around?" Remus asked.

"Won't be too hard to make, let's get you to bed," Sirius said, that last part was directed to Harry. Harry clung to his guardian, he just wanted to be held.

"Moony, could you…"

"What? There is a perfectly capable potions master in the room and you ask him to make a potion that could go wrong with the slightest mistake?" Severus glared.

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" Remus retorted.

"Oh? Did you happen to forget the growth serum? You added newt's eyes instead of bat wings, it blew up in you're face and that rat Pettigrew shrunk to an inch in size," Severus reminded Remus coolly, with a smirk on his face.

"I blame you for that one," Remus muttered.

"All right, Severus can make the bloody potion, honestly!" Sirius muttered as he walked out of the room, intent on getting Harry situated in his bed room.

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A/N – Okay, I know what I want to do, and it will come, but this happens to be another set up chapter! Well, maybe the next one too…oh heck! I don't know! I'm getting aggravated with this whole bloody thing! Have you ever run into that part where you know what you want to do and yet you can't seem to GET there? I guess that is what one call's writer's block but it isn't a potion and so I have no clue why I am getting upset over it!

Sorry for my little fit, I just needed to get that out. I hope you like this! BY the way, what do you all think of a Remus/OC romance? It just hit me when I was writing that scene with Muriel and Remus that it could work. I mean…well….okay, I wasn't planning on any romance here, and I don't know…okay, I'll abandon that thought, for now….

Ta,

Poppy