Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do, however, love the movies and books! And I think Dan Radcliffe is very cute!

Summery: Harry Potter was abandoned as a child on the streets of London. Now at the age of fifteen he continues to survive on the streets. Sirius was freed after the capture of Pettigrew, and is now searching for his godson.

Chapter Three

Remus walked with a slight bounce in his step. He was very excited about his first day at work. He hoped it became a full time job. He'd given Sirius the address at breakfast and Sirius planned to stop by around lunch time, as long as nothing came up.

Opening the door to the small bookstore, he stepped in. He went up to the register and waited a moment, figuring the owner was either in the back, or busy around the book shelves.

"Hello, Mr. Lupin!" He was greeted friendly.

"Good morning, Mr. Wilson!" Remus answered just as friendly. "And please, call me Remus."

"Good morning, Remus. Have you had breakfast? My wife always makes more than one human can consume." Mr. Wilson asked friendly.

Remus smiled. "Thank you, but I've had breakfast."

Mr. Wilson nodded. "Alright, well, let me show you how it works."

Moving around the desk he motioned for Remus to follow. After showing him how everything worked, he began to show him where the best place to find certain books were. Once they finished, thirty minutes later, they sat down to a cup of tea.

Remus really liked Mr. Wilson. He was very friendly, and cared about everybody. He was always clam about things.

Mr. Wilson's voice brought Remus out of his thoughts. "We're usually not that busy. I hope you don't mind it being a bit boreing."

Remus shook his head. He certainly didn't mind. "Not at all Mr. Wilson. Thank you, for letting me work here."

"Thank you for applying for the job." Mr. Wilson smiled.

"Ohh, I almost forgot. There is a boy who comes into help me every couple of days. He cleans the place up. He pretty much keeps to himself. I've known him for years. He's a nice kid. Very polite. I give him books in return for the work. Today, is his day for coming by. He should be here this evening."

"His parent's don't mind him staying here so often?" Remus asked. "Most kids wouldn't want to stay around a book store."

Mr. Wilson sighed. "He's homeless. His parent's died in a car crash when he was a baby. He was later abandoned by his family. He's grown up on the streets since then. He loves to read. My wife always makes extra food on the day's he comes to work. She's also taken a liking to him.

Remus was saddened to hear of the story Mr. Wilson had just told him. He hated to think of a child growing up on the streets. It made him think of what his godson had been forced to live. Mr. Wilson continued to talk about the boy.

"He can't go to proper school. He had no documents to get in. And he is dead set against going to an orphanage and foster care. I always order a set of school books for his appropriate grade level each year."

"How did you meet him?" Remus asked, honestly curious.

"As a child he would come in here pick out a book and find a corner to read. He would come every couple of days. He'd spend hours reading. Sometimes, I'd catch him asleep. It took about six months to get him to actually talk to me. In a year and a half, he was working here. I offered money, but he always refused. But I do what I can. He's fifteen now. His name is Harry."

Remus froze at that. That name. Harry. It reminded him of his godson, Harry. But he rationalized that there were a lot of Harry's out there that were fifteen. And probably many who lived on the streets. This Harry, most likely wasn't his and Sirius' Harry.

Mr. Wilson's voice brought him out of his thoughts. "Are you okay, Remus." He asked noticing the younger man seemed far away.

"Yes, sorry. I was just thinking."

Mr. Wilson nodded accepting that explanation.

The rest of the afternoon was spent talking about different things. The weather, friends, life, favorite books. Remus sold a few books. They didn't have many people venture into the store.

Sirius came into the store around one in the afternoon. He could only stay for a moment. He met Mr. Wilson, and really liked him. He saw that Remus was doing well at his new job, and left for his own job again. He'd wanted to stay longer, but had been called in again. Undoubtedly for another prank or false alarm.

Later that evening, around five o'clock, just as Mr. Wilson had said, Remus heard the door open.

Mr. Wilson, however, beat him to meeting the boy. Remus was currently in the book cases stocking some new books.

"Hey, Harry. How are you doing this evening?" Mr. Wilson asked as he met the boy by the counter.

"I'm good, Mr. Wilson. How are you and your wife?" Remus heard a boy's voice answer.

"Very well, my boy. I have someone I want you to meet. He answered the ad I placed in the paper. His name is Remus Lupin."

"Remus?" Mr. Wilson called through the store in search of his new friend. "Where are you at?"

Remus came through the book cases and finally reached the main part of the store. He could see Mr. Wilson coming towards him.

"There you are, Remus." Mr. Wilson said smiling. "I have someone I'd like you to meet." He placed an arm casually over Remus' shoulder as they made their way to the counter.

Remus looked up to see a thin boy in baggy clothes with black messy hair looking through one of the books laying on the counter. The boy looked up as he heard them coming.

Remus froze as he saw the boy's face.

The boy looked exactly like James. But looking closer, Remus could see that he had Lily's eyes.

A squeeze of his shoulder brought him out of his shock. Looking over, he could see Mr. Wilson giving him a concerned look.

"Remus, are you okay?" He asked gently.

When Remus didn't answer, Mr. Wilson directed him over to a table, and sat him down in one of the chairs.

"Harry, can you get some water please?"

Harry nodded and left into the back rooms.

"Are you okay, Remus?" Mr. Wilson asked again.

Remus shook his head.

"I recognize that kid." Remus said in a dazed voice.

"You've probably seen him on the streets." Mr. Wilson rationalized.

Remus shook his head. "What's his last name?"

Mr. Wilson was about to answer when Harry came up to where they were seated. He handed the water to Remus and went to stand near Mr. Wilson still watching Remus with a curious and worried look on his face.

"Harry, this is Remus Lupin. The man I told you about. He just started today." Mr. Wilson explained.

Harry nodded. "Its nice to meet you, Mr. Lupin. Are you okay? Can I get you something?" He asked worriedly.

Remus shook his head a little. "No, thank you. Thanks for the water."

Harry nodded then turned to Mr. Wilson. "I'm going to start with mopping." Mr. Wilson nodded and he turned to get the mop and bucket.

"Harry." Remus started unsure of himself and how to ask. What if Harry thought he was crazy? Harry turned around and faced him. "What's your last name?"

Harry looked at him a moment and then looked back at Mr. Wilson. Remus could see him thinking about something. Finally, seeming to come to a conclusion he turned back to Remus.

"Potter." He said slightly guarded.

Remus nodded. Yes, his suspicions had been confirmed to him. He had very little doubt that this was not his and Sirius' Godson.

"Thank you, Harry."

Harry nodded and again turned around to get to work.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Mr. Wilson asked gently.

Remus nodded. "I'm okay."

"Why did you want to know his name?"

"How often does he come here. Does he come here every couple of days for sure?" Remus asked.

"Yes. Always, every two days he's here." Mr. Wilson answered curious as to where Remus was taking this.

"I'll tell you after he leaves, then. If you don't mind waiting."

Mr. Wilson shook his head. "No, I'll wait."

Remus nodded. "Thank you. I'll get back to work now as well. I still have some books to stock."

Mr. Wilson nodded. "Are you sure you're okay to work?" He asked concerned.

"Yes, I'll be okay." Remus smiled at him to reassure him he was okay.

The rest of the evening Remus kept a close eye on Harry. He watched him move through the store as he worked. Harry mopped the floor, then dusted a little. He spent about two hours total working.

Harry started looking through the shelves. Remus figured he was looking at new books.

"Harry." He called to get the boy's attention. "Hi. Are you looking for a specific book?"

Harry shook his head. "No, Mr. Lupin. Just at new ones."

Remus nodded and motioned for Harry to follow him. He led him to a boxfilled with books. Remus had already stocked one and a half of the boxes filled with books.

"There are some new books here. I haven't gotten to them yet." Remus explained to Harry.

Harry nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Lupin."

"Please call me Remus."

Harry nodded. "Remus, then. How are you feeling?"

"Better, thank you for asking." Remus said with a smile.

Harry nodded and turned back to the books. He started rummaging though them and after a few minutes he selected a few.

Remus later found Harry sitting by a window of the shop. He was sitting in an over stuffed dark blue chair reading a book on animals. He seemed really interested in what he was reading. Remus shook his head and went back to work, periodically checking on Harry.

The large clock in the front of the store chimed eight, and Remus looked up as he heard Harry approaching.

"Where is Mr. Wilson?"

"In the back, I believe." Remus answered him.

Harry nodded. After thinking him he went behind the counter, where Remus was seated, and went to the back wall and knocked on the door lightly. After a call of 'Come in' he opened the door and went inside.

He emerged a few minutes later with a paper bag in hand.

"Good night Remus. It was nice to meet you." Harry said kindly. "I hope you feel better. And I'll see you in a few days."

Remus nodded and bid the boy goodnight. He wanted to tell him now, that he believed he knew who he was. He wanted to tell him how he and Sirius had never stopped searching for him. But he didn't want to scare the boy. Speaking to the boy could wait, until he had confirmed further weather or not this Harry Potter was his and Sirius' Harry Potter. Remus watched as the boy picked up his book bag and opened it and placed the paper bag inside, then zipping the book bag closed again. He slung the bag over his shoulder, and with a last wave opened the door and left.

Sirius came back to the book store after work and Remus explained how he believed he had seen Harry.

Sirius, of course, wanted to go get the boy they believed to be their Harry, but Remus reasoned with him and Sirius reluctantly agreed to wait. But he swore he'd be there at the store the next few nights in case Harry came by.

After Remus closed the book store, he, Sirius and Mr. Wilson sat around the table. Mr. Wilson had called his wife telling her he'd be late coming home. After everyone got comfortable, Mr. Wilson asked the question he'd had all evening.

"How do you know Harry?"

Remus sighed. "Going to school, our best friend was James Potter. James later married Lily Evans. And later they had a baby boy, who they named Harold. Harry for short. Harry was eight months when they found out someone was out to kill them. They were placed in a protective custody. One of our friends, Peter, was what they called a secret keeper. He was the only one of us who knew where they were being kept." Remus paused here.

Sirius picked up the story. "Peter told on them. And the person after them came to their house and killed them. He tried to kill Harry as well. But he didn't succeed." Sirius swallowed several times before he continued. "I found out their address the night they were attacked. I immediately went to their house. I found Lily and James dead." Sirius again paused to regain his composure. "I heard a baby crying and found Harry. A friend of ours showed up shortly after and I left Harry with him and went in search of Peter. I later found Peter. Peter had killed some other people as well that night. I was framed and blamed for the murders. I was sent to prison and released after he confessed to the murders four years later. Harry was six then. He had been sent to live with relatives shortly after his parents were killed. I was granted custody of Harry, and when we went to retrieve him, we were told he had run away. After the police interviewed Harry's relatives we were told they had abandoned him on the streets, here in London. We've been searching since."

Remus took out a picture from his wallet of Lily and James and handed it to Mr. Wilson. "These were Harry's parents."

"My goodness." Mr. Wilson said shocked. "This man, he looks so much like Harry."

Remus and Sirius both nodded.

Remus handed him another photograph. One of the few they still had of Harry.

Mr. Wilson looked at the photo, then looked up. It was clear that, he too, now believed the Harry he knew, to be their Harry.

Remus then handed the last photo taken of Harry the night his parents were killed. It had him with the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

"That is the last photo taken of him" Sirius explained to Mr. Wilson.

"Harry has the same scar. I've seen it. He usually keeps it hidden though with his long hair. I asked him about it once. He said he got it in a car crash. The car crash that he believes killed his parents." Mr. Wilson said dazed.

"He must have been told that by his relatives." Sirius said.

"What now?" Mr. Wilson asked the two.

End of chapter Three.

A/N: Sorry for the cliffy. My computer registers this as 6 and a half pages. I'll get onto the next chapter soon and post it within the next few days. Right now in the story the school year is in the middle. I hope that helps with the time range.

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