CHAPTER THREE!

"Damn he has a nice ass." Harry said as he looked out the little circular window onto the garden where Remus was weeding the front flower beds.

Wizards have six pints of blood, don't they? Harry thought to himself. Harry lay back on his bed, feeling as though he knew where at least five pints of his blood was. Looking around his new room he decided to either help fix the current situation with either his hand or sweat it out. He jogged across the room and took the stairs about three at a time. Running through the house he came to the door. Doing ten quick jumping jacks he dropped to his toes and hands and did a few pushups. Finally it looked as though the intruder had gotten the picture and went away.

"Hello, Harry, have a good nap?" Remus asked as Harry came out onto the porch, hoping that his erection wasn't showing as much.

"Want some help?" he said, dropping down onto one of the steps.

"I could always use some help. Or you could start dinner."

"I'm not the best in the kitchen, but how does grilled cheese and tomato soup sound?" Harry asked, meagerly ashamed of his cooking skills.

"Sounds better than anything I can make."

"Well, it's about all I can make."

"Just don't burn it. I learned a nifty little charm for heating soup, if you'd like to know it."

"Woah, I just realized that I am legally able to do magic now. I'm of age." Harry said, making a revelation as he got up to go to the little kitchen.

"Yes, Harry, keen observation on your part!" Remus laughed, a full laugh that reached his eyes and Harry's heart.

"I know. It's just been so odd, I mean my loss in interest in magic this last year. Since the last battle, I mean I'd spent my whole life spent doing just that, I took a break for a while on magic. I didn't even realize all year that I am over age."

"Totally natural, Harry. I wouldn't even think about it for a while."

"Thanks, Remus." he said after a while of eye contact of grey to green.

"Any time. Oh yeah, it's the tempraspora charm. I'm hungry." he said, leaning to pull up a huge weed.

"I'm going to start the grilled cheese now." Harry muttered quietly.

"I'm starving!" Remus yelled as Harry walked back through the door.

"I know!" he replied, shaking his head and laughing. "That man is going to be the death of me yet."

Going into the kitchen Harry quickly located a pan, bread, butter and cheese. Magically lighting the gas stove he put the pan on. Smothering the bread with butter and cheese he flipped them onto the pan and started grilling. The good sharp cheddar cheese made a distinct smell in the air as Harry put a warming spell on the four done sandwiches.

"Tomato soup." he muttered, opening a cabinet of food, "Ah, yes. Tomato soup." he pulled down the Campbell's soup and did a quick severing charm for the lid. He poured it into two separate bowls and charmed them hot, using Remus' temraspora charm.

Finally he spread a light coating of butter and a few dashes of salt across the tops of the sandwiches.

"Remus! Dinner's ready!" He called when he was done. It was starting to get dark and Remus was still working.

"Coming!" he yelled. Remus finally put down the little trowel he was using and wiped off his brow. He was gross. The sweat and dirt had accumulated on his simple green tee shirt and the same holey jeans.

"Wow, you look like shite." Harry said sliding a plate over to him, laughing.

"Thanks, you don't look to bad yourself. Now scrougify me!" he laughed

"Fine, scrougify!" he flicked his wand, blue light flying out of the tip.

"Thank you. I feel much better."

"You smell much better also." Harry quipped, and Remus swatted at his backside as he poured a glass of milk, "What do you want?"

"Pumpkin juice, please."

"My pleasure." Harry said, pouring another glass.

"I've had an exhausting day, how about you, Harry?" Remus asked, sinking those canines into the bread and cheese.

"I took a nap while you were gardening. Of course your day was exhausting. You actually did something." he laughed again.

"I think we should do something tomorrow."

"Like what?"

"Maybe go into Diagon Alley and meet Ron and Hermione."

"Sounds good, I'll post them right after dinner. They're staying at the burrow together. Molly's still taking Charlie pretty hard so all her sons and Ginny are home."

"Good old Molly. She was fantastic in the order."

"I know. And that cooking! She taught Ron and me last summer, or tried."

"I knew the butter and salt trick came from somewhere I just couldn't place it."

They ate in silence for a little while until a knock came on the heavy wooden front door.

"I'll see who it is." Remus said, getting up. Harry could hear Remus swear under his breath. He had to open the door though, because the woman outside had already seen him. Opening the door she saw the pale face and blonde hair of his obscenely annoying and single neighbor, Charlotte.

"Hello, Remus." She simpered when he opened the door.

"Charlotte." he replied stiffly and then called into the kitchen, "Harry!"

"Yeah, Remmie?" Harry said, opening the door to the dining room.

"Harry, this is Charlotte, my neighbor."

"Good to meet you." Harry said, extending his right hand.

"Pleasure is definitely mine, Harry." She shook the offered hand, her skin relatively cold to the touch.

"Ah, yes, right." Remus said, feeling like he was being ambushed.

"Remus is my boyfriend." Harry said quickly, putting his arm around Remus' waist and bringing him closer to himself, "How do you know him?"

"Oh, really." she said again, her silky voice agitating both of the men. "I didn't know it was like that, Remus. Anyway, Harry, Remus is my neighbor. I just wanted to know if you wanted to have a friendly lunch in Diagon Alley tomorrow."

"We have plans." Remus said, "Harry and I are meeting some friends."

"All right. Maybe another day." she said, coyly winking at the two men. "Good night." and with that she slipped out the door. Harry quickly dropped his arm and a flush rose in his cheeks.

"Thank you, Harry. Without your quick thinking I would have been forced into her. She's such a cad." Remus said, pretending to wipe his brow.

"Anytime, boyfriend." Harry laughed. They quickly returned to their meals, eating in near silence as both of the boys were famished. After they finished dinner they retired to the sitting room for a glass of brandy apiece. Harry sat writing a letter to Ron and Hermione while Remus perused the elusive text books needed for his class in the fall.

Dear Hermione and Ron,

I love living with Remus, after only one day, I can tell than I'm going to love it. No, Hermione, he hasn't kissed me. Yet. Remus suggested that we meet in Diagon Alley tomorrow in order to see you two and he has to pick out books for his DADA classes. So, naturally I thought you would like to help him while Ron and I pick out dress robes. Or would that be the other way around? Anyway, post a letter back with Hedwig.

-Harry

Only half an hour later Hedwig came soaring in through the open window and deposited a reply written in Hermione's compulsively neat and tiny lettering.

Dear Harry,

I am so glad that you like living with Remus so much. And I was not going to ask if he had kissed you yet. Well, maybe I was. I think I've been your best friend too long. I asked Ron if he wanted to go see you tomorrow but he was playing Quidditch (chaser for your information) with Ginny (seeker) Bill (keeper) and the twins (beaters) but I don't know how they kept track of which team everyone was on. Anyway, I yelled up to him and he just grunted so I took that as a yes, or it could have been the bludger that hit him in the shin. But we'll meet you in front of the Leaky Cauldron at ten am.

Love from- Hermione

Postscript- I already have new dress robes

Soon both the men had grown tired and retired to their own separate beds. One slept soundly while the other…well, he didn't have quite as much luck

The walls were closing in and Harry could hear his parents scream. It was so vivid that he could have sworn the whole world heard it. He let out a giant scream as he fumbled for his wand.

"It's over, Potter." Voldemort cackled, raising his wand to shoulder level.

"Harry!" Remus yelled, shaking him hard.

"Voldemort!" Harry yelled.

"No, Harry, It's me, Remus. Voldemort is gone." he replied gently, smoothing the hair back from Harry's sweaty forehead.

"Oh, Gods, Remus, it was awful." he panted, laying back on the bed. Remus was in a pair of sleep pants and nothing else and he looked painfully gorgeous.

"I know. I heard you yelling all the way downstairs."

"My dreams are always so terrible."

"I noticed."

A knocking sound came from the front door.

"Who the fuck at one o'clock in the morning? Ah well, I'll get it." Harry said, jumping up from the bed and grabbing his wand. He took the stairs down and ran through the hallway. Peering through the crescent moon he saw who it was.

Charlotte.

"Hello." he said, opening the door just a little.

"Is everything ok?" she purred

"Yes. Everything is fine."

"I was coming back from my sister's house and when I got out of the car I heard yelling. I was just worried." she replied.

"It's ok- just men stuff." he said. And with that, he shut the door.