This is a teaser while I'm studying for my exams and writing the new chapter. Maybe it will give you some more hints on who Harry's caretaker is.

The summer of 1991 was beautiful. The weather was warm enough to move in comfortably, yet hot enough to swim in. It was not too humid as rained during the night and was sunny during the day. On the deserted moors of Scotland there was a lonely cottage that seemed quaint and slightly abandoned. Of course, nobody could very see it, especially Muggles, as it was under the Fidelius charm and there were only three people who knew where it was.

As one of these people, a Remus Lupin, neared the cottage he could see three children playing on the yard. The eldest, an eleven year old dark-haired boy, was flying about on a broom and his little brother and sister tried to catch him. They were playing what Remus knew to be their own game called Chase the Catcher, as the boy on the broom had a quaffle in his arms. Not to be unfair to his siblings, he didn't fly very high or very fast and let the two young children catch him every now and again.

Then it was the turn of the young girl to have the quaffle. She whooped in her happiness, and sprinted across the hill with her brothers right behind her. The eldest was on his feet and soon caught up with the little five year old catching her by her waist.

"I have you!" he yelled out as the little girl screamed with laughter.

By this point the owners of the cottage had spotted him and a short woman with curly brown hair came out of the cottage followed by a dour looking black haired man. They seemed like an unlikely pair, but the their children were a perfect balance between them and despite outward appearance, a woman prone to smiling and a man almost always closer to frowning, they were actually quite similar. Book loving, calm and quiet.

"Uncle Remy!" the younger of the two boys yelled and ran to Remus hopping into his open arms.

"My you have grown, Magus. And you little Magia, turn lovelier each day that passes", Remus said to the little girl that had escaped her brother by now and was waiting for her own hug. Magia smiled at him with her slightly crooked toothed smile that didn't seem out of place with her freckles and bounties of black hair. Her twin Magus was favoured his mother's hair colour, but his facial features were more predominantly those of his father's. Regardless, he would be a handsome young man one day.

Their big brother and parents followed at a more sedate pace.

"Welcome Remus, it's been too long", the hostess said.

"It has Hermione. Hello Severus", he greeted the two getting a hug from Hermione and a warm nod from Severus. He then turned to his friend's oldest son.

"Ceph, eleven. I last saw you…"

"…when I was ten, yes I know. Where have you been?" the boy asked with a slightly sour expression. Remus smiled sadly to the boy and opened his arms, but Cepheus refused to come to him even when his mother nudged him. What finally persuaded the boy was a stern look from his father.

They started towards the cottage, the twins running ahead with Cepheus and Severus near behind their stubby footed pace. Remus and Hermione followed with a more sedate speed.

"Don't worry about Cepheus, he is just sour, because he is not allowed to Hogwarts."

"Harry is going?" Remus asked and Hermione was silent for a moment.

"Yes, the next few years will be difficult to him. I had to suppress his memories and the Dursleys think he has always been there with them."

"How about…?" Remus began, but didn't need to finish.

"Heartbroken of course. But I can't do anything about it. The timeline needs to be preserved. I almost messed it up all those years ago when I removed Harry from those horrible people. I often wonder if I did the right thing, if he'll hate me later when he gets his memories back."

"You gave him a happy childhood. Even if he would be angry at you, you gave him something nobody can take away from him."

"But I already have taken those memories away from him. Poor child will be neglected and manipulated."

Hermione sighed and looked down at her feet.

"Yes, you have", Remus said. "But he is a balanced and polite child. The same could not have been said had he grown under the oppressive household of the Dursleys. His time away from them has allowed him to develop more properly. He is not malnourished, he has no broken bones and he has social skills which could not have come to be had he lived in a cupboard for ten years."

"You're right", Hermione conceded and then smiled. "Now tell me, where have you been?"

Remus blushed.