Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I am not J. therefore I don't own HP

A/N: I hope this chapter shows enough of Remus's character. When I wrote this, I was thinking about AVPS Lupin and how he hates Sirius. Alright enough rambling from me, on with the story!

Remus Lupin had a miserable life. Of course it hadn't always been this horrible. But it became miserable on October 31, 1981.

He felt anger towards his old friend, Sirius Black, for making his life so miserable. He deserved to be in Azkaban with the dementors.

Remus now lived in a shack. It was the only thing he could afford. He now had a teaching position as Mr. Lupos, teaching, as well as many others, James and Lily's son, Harry.

When Remus first saw Harry, he thought it was a five-year-old Prongs. He felt like he had been punched in the gut.

All the memories that the marauders had had together. All the pranking and fooling around was gone, just like that.

Remus smiled at Harry.

It seemed that he had gotten the Potter curse, as Siri-Black had called it. Messy, black hair, bad eyesight and had a thing for red-heads. The only things he got from Lily were her eyes and her temper, from what he saw so far.

Remus had given them a couple of assignments so far, about their home life.

Remus nearly blew up when he read Harry's. He was so mad at the Dursley's; he wanted to kill them, which was too weird for Remus. But all the same, a cupboard for crying out loud. No wonder Harry was so small, he was forced to do all the housework, sleep (and get locked) in a cupboard. This was child abuse. Remus decided he would talk to Harry the next time he saw him.

Remus had the kids line up and give him their homework. He decided to ask Harry to see him after school.

When the time came when Harry had to give Mr. Lupos his homework, Harry was quite surprised when Mr. Lupos spoke to him after. "Harry, could you please see me after school." He asked. Harry just nodded and went back to his desk.

Remus smiled and kept taking the homework from everyone.

Once school was over, Harry stayed behind to talk to Mr. Lupos, but he had gone somewhere. Harry shifted uncomfortably in his eat. Were his letters bad? Harry didn't know and was about to poke his head outside the door to see if Mr. Lupos was coming, but just then, in walked Mr. Lupos walked in.

Harry was pleased to see that his aunt and uncle weren't there, but what was in his hand? Was that an album? Did Mr. Lupos know his mum and dad?

"Harry" Mr. Lupos said quietly, jerking Harry out of his thoughts.

"I would like to talk to you about your home life" he said. "Is it really this bad?" Harry sighed and nodded. "Do you mind if I have a chat to them?"

"It's not that bad" Harry said "Nonsense Harry, not everyone sleeps in cupboard" Remus said. Harry looked down and Remus instantly felt guilty.

"I know" he said softly. Remus was appalled. He had seen Harry several times before….Halloween, and each time he seemed like a mini-Prongs. Had the Dursleys' done this to him?

Harry was also wondering something.

Mr. Lupos seemed familiar. Did he know him from somewhere? Harry couldn't remember ever meeting this man, but there was that nagging feeling that he knew him, though he wouldn't know where.

Remus' voice snapped Harry out of his musings.

"Well Harry, it's been nice talking to you, but I think you must be on your way" Harry nodded silently.

"Here is your report and" Mr. Lupos paused for a bit "this as well, but don't let your Aunt or Uncle see this. They'd probably take it off you"

Harry nodded again.

"See you next week Harry" Remus said. "You too, Mr. Lupos" Harry replied, before tucking the album into his shirt, and started to walk back to number 4.

Remus sighed and sat down.

Oh James, Lily if only you could see him now!

A/N: Yay chapter three: done. Chapter 4 next, probably Harry's report, it'll be short. I'll write it after this goes up.

Ciao

~ Steph