Well…I am sry it took so long but as is said in da last chapter my computer lost the file…but here it is, after all that hard and grueling work…
I had decided to take my extremely looong chapter 3 and decided to split it up into two shorter chapters so that I could get it to you faster but I still need to write the rest so don't expect anything in a few days, in fact, I might not be able to update in a few weeks…but I am going to try and get it to you even though I will be in Europe…but I can't make any promises!
Anyways…on with Chappie 3!
Finally!
The week after the encounter with Remus, Harry's behavior improved and his outlook on life was better as well. His nightmares diminished thanks to a combination of occlumency and with talking with Remus.
Also, as a result of the encounter with Remus, the two began to form a father/son relationship and even though Remus was the new father figure in Harry's life, they both knew that it wouldn't fill the void that Sirius left and that Remus wasn't trying to take Sirius' place.
The schedule for the week included the following:
First, Harry would be woken up by Remus to do stretches and to go for a light jog at around 9:00 a.m. in the morning for about thirty minutes. Then they would go up to Harry's room, which Remus magically expanded double its size, and after breakfast cooked by Mrs. Weasley (sent via. Remus) they began to duel using both magical and muggle means.
Harry always found this very informative because he learned new spells, hexes, curses, charms, and – surprisingly – transfiguration spells that could be used in a duel. He also learned how to do basic martial arts like Karate, taekwondo (a.n. spelling?), and other forms.
After doing this for about 5 hours, a physically drained Harry would take a lunch break and then "recreation activities." During this time, since he was just too tired to go outside and play or just hangout like other teens (and the fact that he was "discouraged" form going outside) he would just sit and talk with Remus.
These talks varied through many different subjects such as quidditch, Voldemort and the wizarding world, Sirius, and – to the embarrassment of both Remus and Harry – girls.
This particular conversation came up on the Thursday night after Harry had fallen asleep and woke up with a silly grin on his face.
:FLASHBACK:
"So, Harry," started Remus after Harry woke up, "thinking of anyone special?"
Harry looked at Remus in shock, how could he tell?
"Uh…" started Harry, "Remus, I, er, don't know what your talking about?"
Remus grinned.
"Harry," Remus started, "it doesn't take head healer to figure you out –"
"And I suppose being a legilimency master has nothing to do with it," interrupted Harry sarcastically.
Remus pondered for a moment.
"Well, Harry," he said, "I suppose your right, if you weren't so bad occlumency then maybe I wouldn't have known that you like -"
"Shut up!" croaked Harry, embarrassed and as red as the hand he had been caught with (a.n. lame, I know, but I jus couldn't stop laughing at how lame it was when I wrote this so it stays). "What about you? I know there is something more than friendship on your mind when the name 'Tonks' comes up in a conversation!"
At this Remus turned redder than a brick and Harry couldn't stop from laughing. Now the tables have turned…or have they?
"Harry, you know that you talk in your sleep?" asked Remus. "It's true… 'Merlin, she's beatuful...oh, how could I have never noticed you, -"
But he was interrupted when a pillow came at his head full force.
"I do not!" shouted Harry indignantly.
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
:END FLASHBACK:
After Harry would finish the day off with dinner after "recreation time" and then after dinner he and Remus would do occlumency training. Either Harry would fall asleep during meditation or after Remus called it a night.
Either way it had been the best week he had ever had at number four Privet Drive.
"Harry," called Remus the last day of the week, "I have something important I need you to talk about some important things."
Harry had been reading his "Quidditch through the Ages: Volume 2," which had come out at the beginning of the summer and Remus had gotten it for him, when Remus spoke to him. He set down the book and went over to his bed next to Remus, who was at Harry's desk.
Remus cleared his throat.
'Not a good sign, Remus only clears his throat to stall for time,' thought Harry, who had spent enough time with the werewolf to learn his mannerism.
"Well," finally began Remus, "Harry, when… Snuffles died…" he paused not sure how to continue.
"When Sirius died, he…he left behind a will." Now Harry knew where this was going, and he didn't like it one bit.
"Harry," continued Remus, "he left half of all his things – including Grimmauld Place – to you."
At this Harry was flabbergasted. Of course he had been expecting this, but to actually hear it, it was a little overwhelming. Harry's eyes teared up as he muttered the only thing he could think of:
"Sirius you mangy mutt."
Remus allowed Harry a few moments to regain his composure and after a few moments had passed Harry asked:
"Can't I just give it away? I don't want any of it, it was Sirius'!"
"No," Remus sighed, "no you can't refuse."
"Well, why not?" asked an emotionally unstable boy.
"You can not," answered Remus, "because if you do refuse it, it will go to the next person in the Black family line and that is Bellatrix Lestrange."
Harry knew that he couldn't refuse the money but he didn't want to accept it either. One thought rang through Harry's head, however, and it was –
'It's what Sirius wanted.'
Harry took a deep breath.
"Okay, I'll accept it. How much is it that he gave me anyways?"
"Well," started Remus, "not including Grimmauld Place and an island off the coast of New Zealand, he left you fifty million galleons, sixteen sickles, and twenty-one knuts."
Harry's mouth dropped.
"Fif-fif-fifty million galleons?" asked an astonished Harry.
"Plus sixteen sickles and twenty-one knuts," answered Remus with an amused grin on his face.
Harry quickly thought.
"Uh…Remus?" Harry asked. "Did the Weasleys get any money?"
Remus answered slowly:
"I don't think so, Harry. Why do you ask?"
"Because," answered Harry, "I want to give them two million galleons."
Remus inwardly smiled, swelling up with pride at Harry's readiness to give unconditionally, but the logical side of his brain just had to tell Harry that:
"Harry, even though I think I can arrange that for you, I don't think that it will be a very good idea."
"Why not?" asked an innocently looking Harry.
"Because," started Remus, "first of all there is Ron's jealousy which I have heard a great many things about, the Weasley's pride, and they might just send it back."
"Well," Harry responded thoughtfully after a few minutes, "as for Ron's jealousy, what he doesn't know won't hurt him, I think I know a way how to make it so that there pride doesn't get hurt and either way, can't you make it so that they can't give it back to me?"
"Well," Remus said, "Yes there is but I don't think you are understanding wha-"
"Yes, Remus, I do." interrupted Harry, "Good, now that everything is settled, let's have some dinner!"
Remus smiled to himself as he thought of how most of the times Harry acted like Lily, but how at that moment, Remus thought he had been channeling Prongs.
Chappie three is up!
I had decided to take my extremely looong chapter 3 and decided to
