"Remus!" Harry called waving from the little table that he had gotten outside on the terrace.

"Hallo, Harry." he said, making his way over to him.

"Good Morning." he said, talking Remus's muggle jacket and putting it on top of his on the third chair.

"How are you?" Remus asked as the waitress brought their menus.

"I slept well, finally. It's been a while since, well, you know, that I've been able to sleep well." Harry said, blushing a little.

"I would expect that," he replied, leaning forward to take Harry's two hands across the table, "That was something that I will never forget. The triumphant look on your face was worth a thousand words."

"I tried." came Harry's response.

"Nonsense, Harry. You were magnificent. At your finest hour." Remus said, looking into Harry's deep green eyes.

"Thanks, Remmie. It wasn't so much my finest hour though. I was a mess."

"Do you know what you would like or would you like a few more minutes?" the waitress asked, popping open her pen in the table, and stirring the two from their reverie

"Yes, we're ready, right Harry?"

"Yeah, um, I want the number five with ketchup and pickles." Harry said, smiling kindly and closing his menu.

"Chips or crisps with that?"

"Chips, please."

"And you, sir?" she asked, looking up and down Harry's form as she took Remus' order.

"Same, but without the pickles."

"All right, your order will be out soon." The girl turned on her heel and headed back inside after she sat down two waters.

"Wow. She was very pretty." Remus said, taking Harry's hands again.

"I know. If I wasn't the way I am, I think I would probably be with someone that looked like her. Tall, blonde, legs for days.." he laughed

"I'm sure that some men are like that. Liking girls and everything."

"I don't think I'll get stuck with one of those." Harry said, looking at Remus. He flushed and looked away.

Harry took this opportunity to survey Remus' body as he was looking away. He was wearing a white light weight linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up, with a pair of muggle jeans with holes in the knees. One of the benefits of being a werewolf was the youthful looks. He was nearing forty-two, but looked about thirty-two, ten years younger than he really was. His thick brown hair waved about his face in coarse curls dotted with grey. His high forehead and thick brown eyebrows framed his eyes of grey with yellow and gold flecks. His long straight nose finished the middle part of his face winged by high cheekbones. His full, sensuous lips curved into a smile with pearly canines as soon as he realized Harry was looking at him.

"Do I have something on my face?" Remus asked, putting a large square hand up to his face.

"No. I was just looking at you. Committing to memory, I guess." he shrugged, smiling.

"Well, at least give me the same opportunity." Remus laughed, smoothing a lock away from Harry's eyes. Harry's long hair gave off the vibe that he was older, cooler, and more sophisticated.

"Do you mind?" Harry asked as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"No, not at all. I like the smell, odd as that is." Remus said, looking at Harry's face as he struck a match to light the cigarette. The smoke was creating a little halo around him, his raven black hair falling to his shoulders in neat layers. His round glasses were exchanged for a wizometrist's new spell that gave him 20/20 vision. The clear green eyes looked back at him.

"Do I have something on MY face?" Harry laughed.

"No, Harry." Remus said, "I was just admiring that shirt."

"You like it? Ron got it for Christmas for me." he said, gesturing to the black-on-black dress shirt.

"It's a nice cut, Harry." he said, sipping some water.

"Thanks, Remmy. I was surprised that Ron had such fashion sense."

The two men laughed and continued the flirtations and pleasantries until their food came on two heavy platters.

"Here are your chicken sandwiches, sirs. My name is Mindy and if you need anything, just give a shout." she said, looking at Harry again. This time she added a sly wink.

Suddenly, Remus' natural jealousy kicked in as he pulled Harry's palm to his lips. After he kissed his palm, he looked up at the waitress, "Thanks. We will."

She blushed and walked away.

"Thanks, Remus." Harry said, kissing Remus' palm in return.

"What is going on here, Harry?" Remus asked, leaning back in his chair, "I feel so odd, kissing my best friend's son."

"I don't know." Harry replied, looking down, sorry that he reciprocated the kiss.

"I don't care though. I think it feels right." Remus said, his voice nonchalant

"Wow, you took the words right out of my mouth."

"Good, Harry." he said as they ate their sandwiches in silence, looking up at each other occasionally and smiling.

"Are you ready, Remus?" Harry asked, leaning back and patting his stomach.

"I'm ready. Where is your stuff?"

"Right here." Harry said, reaching into his jeans to retrieve a Barbie sized suitcase and five to seven boxes of various sizes. He dug deeper and pulled out a miniature boom and a miniature street bike.

"Wow, Harry, this is nice." Remus said, picking up the hot wheels sized bike.

"Yeah, bought it the other day."

"You said you had a Potter fortune, and I believe it." he said, looking at the little Fireflash 13 broomstick, "These just came out!"

"Last month, actually."

"A small fortune it cost you?"

"Not exceptionally. Fireflash sent it as a promo."

"Must be nice."

"Anyway, so are you ready?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Remus replied, "Where are you taking me?"

"To the alley." Harry said, taking Remus' hand.

"For what?"

"I'm taking you for a ride." he said, digging deeper into his pocket, "Here, wear this."

"I don't think this thimble is going to fit on my head." Remus laughed.

"Simple Engorge charm, silly."

"I know that, Harry." he said, laughing again.

Soon, the bike and the helmets were proper sized and Harry had climbed onto the Kawasaki. "Come on, Remmy! It's great!" The machine purred as Harry revved the engine.

"Fine." he muttered, strapping the helmet on. He hopped on the back, holding onto Harry's chest. "Ready."

"Lets go!" Harry cried as the bike roared to life. Remus clutched harder. Shortly they were zooming through muggle London on the green bike.

"This rocks!" Remus yelled into Harry's ear.

"I know!" he yelled back. "Where do I turn?"

"Right on Sycamore!" He cried when they got to the appropriate street.

They pulled onto a residential street lined with Magnolia trees. There were several little children playing on a slip and slide in a front yard.

"Right here." Remus said, pointing to a two story cottage. It was the smallest on the street, with a huge redbud tree in the front yard. There was a small walk leading up to the front porch. Harry pulled into the little drive and Remus jumped off to open the two car garage. It was painted white clapboard with decorative Victorian trim. Harry drove in and turned off the ignition. Sitting next to him was a small (like everything else) deep wine colored Mazda Miata.

"Cool car." Harry said, running his finger over the black canvas convertible top.

"It flies." he said, opening the door for Harry. The dials on the dash were definitely not standard.

"Awesome. I've been wanting one since second year! The Anglia!" Harry exclaimed.

"Lets get into the house, now. We'll go for a ride later." Remus said, smiling.

"All right. I want to get unpacked so that I can take a nap."

"Nap? Well, I think I am going to work in the garden while you do that."

"All right. Would you like to help me unpack?" Harry asked, taking Remus' hand as they walked to the front door.

"Sure, but I want to get the weeding done before dinner."

The cottage had an attic second floor and a huge wrap around front porch. They walked up the three steps onto the veranda which had a white swing and several potted plants on it. Remus opened the door and they walked in. On the right was a sitting room, the stairs were just in front of them and the dining room on their left. Walking down between the stairs and sitting room they came to a sunny living room and opposite that was the kitchen. There was a sunroom in the back, converted into a bedroom. It was lined on the three exterior walls with windows. Remus' bed was in the center with a bathroom off the side. His room was very bare, with stark navy sheets and a white comforter. There was a tall wingback chair with a several items of clothing on it and several books laying on the arm. There were books everywhere. A set of low bookcases were opposite the bed under the windows. It looked out on the garden that Remus had made.

"I'll show you your room now. There's not really a lot to see here." Remus said, leading him back out into the living room and up the stairs. There was a railing around the stairs at the top, but other than that it had no door. The hard wood floors were the same wood as the sloping ceilings with thick beams. There was a circular stained glass window where the ceiling made an upside down 'V'. Underneath that was a wrought iron bed and a wooden chest of drawers. There was only a mattress and box spring on the bed, waiting for Harry's sheets and the drawers were waiting for his clothes.

"Wow, Remmie, this is great." Harry said, setting the six boxes down onto the ground and waving his wand at them. Instantly they grew to the size of small hippos.

"You have a lot of stuff, Harry." Remus laughed, digging into the first box and pulling out Harry's silver-gray satin sheets and a blue satin comforter.

"I like satin. It's so smooth." Harry said, turning a little red. He tossed his pillows on the bed.

"It is nice. I can only afford cotton though." Remmie laughed at his own poorness.

"Oh well." Harry said, resizing his broom and setting it on two nails that Remus must have nailed into the wall in advance.

"You have a lot of clothing." he commented.

"I bought a lot of it this week as soon as I got full reign on all of my grandfather's inheritance. The only clothes I had before were uniforms and Dudley's old things." He laughed.

"Well, Mr. Potter, you definitely have good taste, I will give you that." Remus said, folding a white shirt lovingly and placing it into a drawer.

"Do you want some help in the garden, Remus?" Harry asked after quite a while. Most of the clothing boxes were empty and his shoes were on the rack.

"I think I'm ok, you take a nap."

"I think that I will after I get done unpacking. Still have some little knick-knacks and things. You can go on out to the garden. I'll sleep a little and then make dinner. My treat."

"You already got me lunch. I'll do dinner. MY treat."

"Fine. We'll make it together."

"Good. I'll come wake you up when it's time." Remus said, walking to the stairs. He turned one last time as he walked down, smiling at Harry.

Harry continued to unpack and stack his underwear and socks in the drawers. Next he started on all the photographs he had aquired. The picture of his parents went on top of the dresser along with the portrait of Hermione that Colin Creevey had taken at the end of the year.

She was facing north when Colin took the picture from the west. She was looking over her shoulder as Colin yelled her name. She saw the little pale boy and smiled just as he took her picture. She held her NEWTS results in one hand and she shielded her eyes from the sun with the other.It was a stunning photograph and Harry made sure he had the portrait of his best friend near.

Next to the portrait of Hermione was a picture of Ron, Ginny, Harry and Hermione after a Quidditch game. They were all in their quidditch garb, except Hermione, who never would get onto a broom. They were smiling and in the background Malfoy and he cronies were sulking because they had lost the quidditch cup, yet again. Every now and again, Malfoy would look away from his group and give Harry a thumbs up for the win, or even a little wave and smile.

The plaque that listed the names of those killed in the final battle lay on his nightstand, reminding him every day about who died for him. Padma and Parvati Patil, Cho Chang, his former love. Hagrid. That killed him the most. Charlie Weasley, Arthur Weasley. Kingsley Shakelbolt and Elias Dodge. Mad-Eye Moody, Amelia Bones and Fleur Delacour. All of them, gone. There were others listed, but Harry could only read so far. Harry brushed away the thoughts as he pulled a bookcase from the next box. His collection of Shakespeare, all his school texts, Quidditch through the Ages, Hogwarts a History, they all went to the shelves.

Looking around the room, at the desk in the corner that was already strewn with his things, the nail on the wall that held the pendant and chain that Hermione gave him for graduation, the dresser with new clothes busting from it, he was content, happy even. So he kicked of his size thirteen shoes and crawled into bed on that happy note.