Yay, second chapter!

Warnings: Slash, Child Abuse

Pairings: Sirius/Remus

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Remus Lupin had been overjoyed when he and Sirius had managed to locate James's son. Finally, after eight years of searching, they finally had a location.

He didn't quite know what Dumbledore had been thinking when he had placed Harry with his new family. The boy should have gone to them; Sirius was, after all, Harry's godfather. Maybe the Headmaster hadn't wanted him to live with a werewolf. The thought almost caused a wave of depression, but he held it back. Nothing could crush his spirits now.

Harry looked just like James.

Remus had almost cursed the Muggle when he'd yanked Harry out of the little closet; the urge had only intensified when the fat man had shoved the little boy into Sirius's legs. Harry had immediately stumbled back, eyes darting from them to his uncle nervously.

He had Lily's eyes.

Remus waited for Sirius to say something, but his face had gone pale, staring at that closet. His lips were pressed together, his fists were clenched, and he didn't look like he'd be fit to speak any time soon. So Remus cleared his throat.

The little boy's eyes immediately focused on him, wide as saucers. Remus gave a little smile. "Hello, Harry," he murmured, holding out his hand. "My name is Remus Lupin."

A small hand carefully moved to shake his. "Hello, Mr. Lupin," Harry said politely.

Remus grinned a little, at that. "Please, call me Remus," he said, giving Harry's hand a little squeeze. He gestured to Sirius. "And this is my friend, Sirius Black. We're both very pleased to meet you."

While Harry murmured a quiet "Nice to meet you, too," Remus grabbed Sirius's arm. "Harry," he said, still looking at Sirius, "why don't you show me the living room while Sirius and your uncle have a chat?" He smiled down at the little figure.

"Now, wait one minute," the Muggle snarled. "You'll not be going anywhere in my house! I demand that you-"

Sirius let out a barking laugh. "You demand, Dursley?" he smirked. "You haven't got a choice." He drew his wand with a flourish. "Unless you plan to make me."

As Vernon spluttered, Remus gently took Harry's shoulder. "The living room, please," he requested.

Harry gave Sirius and his uncle one last glance before nodding and leading Remus away.

Sirius had never been so enraged in all his life as he glared at Vernon Dursley. He almost couldn't believe the condition they'd found Harry in: skinny, pale, locked in what amounted to a broom closet. He took a deep breath to calm himself as his godson lead Remus into the other room. It wouldn't do to kill the Muggle; that would be starting Harry's new life with them on the wrong foot.

"Into the kitchen, Dursley," he ground out, nodding his head towards the doorway behind him.

Dursley's face turned an unnatural shade of purple. "Now, listen here," he hissed, taking a step closer to Sirius. "I'll not be ordered about in my own home, you filthy-"

Sirius Stunned him. As his limp body fell to floor, Sirius felt a twinge of regret. So much for that talk. Oh, well. He moved to the living room and peered around the doorway. Harry and Remus were sitting side-by-side on the couch. The little boy was listening to Remus talk with a slightly confused expression.

Sirius cleared his throat as he stepped into the room. "Hello, Harry," he said cheerfully. "I'm afraid I'll need to borrow Remus for a moment. That okay with you?"

The little boy gave a hesitant nod, and Remus stood up. "You stay right here, Harry," Remus said. "We'll be back in a moment."

Sirius led Remus back into the hallway, where they studied the fallen Muggle. After a brief silence, Sirius said, "So, Moony, how good are your Memory Charms?"

And then Remus hexed him. Just kidding! Reviews?