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Remus stood in the kitchen chopping up vegetables for dinner, Sirius had left nearly an hour ago to go and talk to Mrs. Weasley. He knew by the time Sirius did get back he would be starved, not to mention that he didn't really trust Sirius to cook. The last time that Sirius had offer to cook him a meal was on Christmas Eve with Lily and James. Needless to say a small fire had started at Sirius' attempt to cook and since than he was banned from the kitchen. Remus smiled at the memory as he looked for a pot to begin making the soup it. The house was completely quiet except for a creak on the stairs, he turned around and saw Harry slowly making his way down them. He smiled, he was glad to see the boy finally up and glad to see that he was able to move around on his own. The pain from his injuries must not be that bad anymore, he turned back to the stove just as he heard a chair being pulled out from the table. Tuning the soup to simmer he went and sat down across from Harry whose hair was sticking up in every direction and his face wrinkled from where it was pressed into the pillow.

"How are you feeling Harry?" Remus asked as he folded his arms on the table and leaned forward a bit looking at the boy.

"Better, sir." he replied as he put a finger behind his glasses and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Any pain?"

"A little, but only when I turn a certain way or breathe too deep."

Remus nodded, "Understand able. I'm sure you will feel better in a few days. You're probably still feeling pain from your broken ribs. We didn't want to heal too much with magic."

Harry nodded then folded his arms on the table and laid his head on them, "Where's Sirius?"

Remus smiled and reached over and pushed Harry's bangs out of his eyes, "He went to talk to Molly," Harry gave him a questioning look, "There's a full moon in a few days. He wants to be there when I transform. I told him you needed him more than me but he feels guilty for not being there these last years. I think he wants Molly to come and stay with you that night."

"I'd be fine on my own though, Sir."

"Let him have his peace of mind Harry. He's worried about you and rightfully so."

"What if he-"

"I'm sure he won't tell Molly about what happened Harry." Harry nodded once more and watched Remus go into the kitchen and stir the soup. He wanted nothing more than to go back to bed and sleep rest of the day. His body felt tired but his mind felt awake.

"Does vegetable soup and home made bread sound good for dinner Harry?"

"Yes, Professor."

Remus sighed inward as he put the bread into the oven than walked back over to where Harry was, "Harry, we're not in school anymore. You don't have to call me Sir or Professor. Remus or Moony will do, okay?"

"Yes, Sir-Remus."

Twenty minutes later Remus sat down a bowl of soup and piece of bread down in front of Harry as well as a cup of milk. He sat down across the table from him with his own food, he saw the boy looking at the food than up at Remus, "Eat what you can Harry."

Remus watched as the boy nodded and took a shaking hand and brought the soup to his mouth, he wondered how much the boy was fed in the last few weeks at his relatives. Looking at Harry now he did seem too small for his age; he did not look like he was about to be fourteen in a few weeks. He was much bonier than Remus remembered him being during the school year and he never realized just how short the boy was. He wondered if the abused Vernon had afflicted upon Harry had anything to do with the boys growth. He shook his head as trying to clear the thoughts away and turned his attention to his own food. They ate in silence and Remus's thoughts went back to Harry until a 'crash' pulled him away from them. He looked up to see Harry looking panicked and scared at him, confused as to what happened Remus looked under the table and saw that Harry's glass had fallen to the floor.

"I-I'm s-sorry, Sir" Harry stammered still looking at Remus with frightful eyes. He pushed his chair back from the table and moved to the ground and picked up a piece of glass with his hand.

"Harry, no." Remus stated not realizing how loud his voice really was as he stood and moved to the other side of the table. Harry snapped right up and looked at Remus, his hand bleeding as he held a piece of glass in it. Remus took Harry's hand in his and unfolded it taking the glass out of the boys hand, "I can clean it with magic Harry its okay".

The boy just looked at Remus, his eyes full of fear. Gently Remus took a napkin off the table and pressed it to Harry's hand trying to stop the bleeding from the small cut.

"I'm s-so sorry," Harry choked out as Remus pulled the napkin away from his hand, "Please, please don't hit me Sir. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Remus could feel his heart break, Harry was afraid of him hitting him just because he dropped a glass? Remus reached into his back pocket to his wand and flicked it cleaning up the mess on the floor, he turned back to Harry whose eyes were now pleading with him.

"I'm so sorry, please. Don't hit me." Remus moved closer to Harry and he shrunk back a bit in fear. Slowly Remus reached out and took Harry's face gently in his hands, Harry flinched.

"I would never hit you Harry. Never," he gently moved his fingers under the boy's eyes wiping away the few tears that had fell, "And neither would Sirius. We care about you Harry. We love you like our own. I could never hurt you Harry."

More tears fell from his green eyes, his body began to shake with sobs. Remus sat down in the chair Harry once had been seated in and pulled the boy to his body. He let out a whimper which Remus knew must be from the pain and decided that he would give Harry a pain reducing potion after wards. He held the boy close to his body and let Harry cry out his fear and pain into his shirt, Remus stayed silent and just rocked the boy in his arms. Finally he felt Harry pull away some and he loosen his grip on the boy and sat him up on his lap, "Harry, what your Uncle did to you was wrong. It was beyond wrong. No one deserved to be hit or treated the way you were. And I know it might take a while but Sirius and I would never hit you. No matter what you do Harry, nothing in this world could make us hit you."

Harry took his hand and wiped his nose on the back of it and Remus couldn't help but smile at Harry's childish innocent, "Thank you Pro- Remus."

"You're welcome. Now why don't you give you something for that pain of yours?"

Harry nodded and stood up so Remus could get up and head over to the cabinet where they kept all the potions, he uncapped it than handed it to Harry, "We can't give you too many potions because we don't know how your body will handle them. But every once in a while it will be okay to give you some."

Harry smiled his thanks and drunk the potion and handed the empty vial back to Remus. He knew that he had to cheer Harry up somehow, than it hit him.

"Harry, can you do me a favor?"

"Of course."

"I want you to go up in Sirius's room, go into his closet. On the top shelf there is a photo album with pictures in it of your parents that you haven't seen yet," he could see the hesitant in Harry's eyes, "Don't worry, he won't be mad Harry. And plus I'm the one who told you to do it. I'm going to go make us some hot coco and than we can look at them together okay?"

A smile spread across the boy's face, Remus knew that looking at pictures of his parents would cheer him up, "Okay!"

He watched the boy jump up from his chair and race up the stairs, he knew the potion must have helped him with the pain. Smiling Remus went into the kitchen and started cleaning up their dinner plates and started on the hot chocolate.

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He could feel his heart beating fast, even though Remus had said that Sirius would not be mad at him for going into his room he couldn't help but feel a little scared. He looked at the name plate on the door that read, 'Sirius O. Black' and with a shaking hand he pushed the door open. The room was a deep red and had a single golden stripe going around the middle of the wall. A wooden four poster bed stood in middle of the room and a matching dresser sat against the far wall. Pictures hung on the walls, their occupants smiling and waving and making silly faces at one another. Harry made his way over to the closet and opened it up, as he did it made a loud creak and Harry jumped slightly and looked over his shoulder. He shook his head, he was being silly. The closet was neat like rest of the room, for some reason Harry expected Sirius's room to be a mess or have a childish feel to it but neither was true. Standing on his tip toes he looked up onto the shelf and noticed the leather bound album Remus told him to retrieve. But it was not the album that had caught his attention. No it was the box next to it that had, 'Harry (Some Lily and James)' scribbled on it that had caught his attention. His heart beat even more wildly in his chest, why would there be a box in Sirius's closet with his name on it? And what did the 'Some Lily and James' mean? He knew that Remus was waiting for him but curiosity prickled at the back of his neck, he gently sat the album on the floor than reached back up and grabbed the box which was surprisingly heavy. He sat in on the floor than plopped down next to it. With shaking hands he pulled the flaps back and looked down into the box. It seemed to be filled with random objects. He took the piece of paper off of the top and unfolded it. His breath hitched, across the top of the paper is said, "St. Peter's Hospital". His eyes moved down the paper, it was his birth certificate. He couldn't tear his eyes away from it, he moved his fingers over his name than over two names that were so familiar but yet he had no real memory of, James Dewight Potter and Lily Annette Potter. So that was their middle names, he had always wondered what they were. In the corner of the paper was a tiny footprint, his footprint. It was weird to think that he was once a baby. There was also his weight, how long he was, and what time he was born. The rest of the box sat forgotten as Harry gently traced his fingers over where his parents had signed their names. He would never know them, he would never know what his mum laugh sounded like. He would never have his dad to teach him about Quidditch and pranks. They were long gone and yet here he was, still alive without them. He felt the familiar sensation prick at his eyes. He was so lost in thought that he did not even hear the bedroom door open,

"Harry what are you doing?"

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