Little Wizard

by Kiamii

Chapter Three "Memories"

Mummy was not going to be happy with Uncle Emmett at all when she had the vision of what Emmett was planning. Not. At. All...

"Uncle Emmett... Mummy is going to know your plan," little Harry insisted, standing in front of his uncle. Emmett turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Your mummy won't see what I'm doing Harry. Jacob here is in the house and she can't see my plan until he leaves, which is tomorrow and by then, this plan will have done its job. You just need to keep it a secret." Emmett told his nephew. Harry nodded, biting his lip before he giggled at Emmett's mock stern look. Clutching his stuffed grim dog named Padfoot, Harry trotted off to go find Renesmee and Jacob. Maybe they would play with him today.

"Jake? Nessie?" Harry called softly, knowing both of them could hear him. No response... Maybe they were playing like his mummy and daddy did while Harry was asleep. Harry shrugged and went up to his bedroom. He went over to his large toy chest and pulled out his legos, sitting on the floor and building them. He wished he had someone around his own age to play with but, he was satisfied with just playing in general, something he never could do at the Dursleys.

Harry paused. He hadn't thought about those mean people in the week and a half that he had been here. He remembered the cruel things that had been done to him for three years of living there. Edward had been livid when he heard only a fraction of the thoughts that Harry mused about. Which was why Harry didn't think about them until Edward was out with Bella somewhere far.

He remembered when he was probably three-years-old, and was about to turn four. He had been in his cupboard when his Uncle Vernon had come home drunk. He had managed to get Harry out of his haven and had taken the belt to Harry again. That had been a normal occurrence but, that night... that night had been horrible.

He shook his head, ridding himself of the terrible memory that brought nightmares to him every night to even now. Harry bit his lip and crawled onto his bed and hugged Padfoot to his chest. He remembered those two men. One had been a werewolf, named Moony. The other had been his godfather, named Padfoot. Padfoot was a funny man who could transform into a puppy like his stuffed animal! Harry wasn't sure why he remembered them so well, he certainly couldn't at the Dursley's. He had recalled the two being around him when he was a baby. Maybe Grandpa would know who they were? He was the oldest vampire in the family and seemed to know people.

"Grandpa?" Harry called out loudly, hoping Carlisle was here. A second later, his grandfather was sitting on his bed. Harry had grown used to the fact that he could whisper it and that person could be in his room in a milisecond. Vampire speed and hearing. Nice perks.

"Yes Harry?" Carlisle asked, amused.

"You know lots and lots of people, right?" Harry asked, his mispronunciation with the R's as obvious as ever. It was something he still had minor problems with but, it made him adorable.

"Right." Carlisle laughed, pulling Harry onto his lap.

"I wanna find two people who I `member lots when I was little little." Harry said.

"Can you describe them?" Carlisle asked.

"Describe?" Harry asked, confused and unable to say the word properly.

"Tell me about them." Carlisle explained.

"One was named Moony. Well... nicknamed. He has mousy hair. Like chocolate! And... dark red eyes."

"Amber?"

"Yeah! He likes chocolate lots, cause I `member my first mummy always telling him to stop eating it. He was a wer... were... like Jake." Harry said.

"A werewolf?" Carlisle asked in surprise. Harry nodded, pleased his grandfather could tell what he was saying. He was slowly working on his pronunciation after all, with Alice and Bella's help of course.

"Only he couldn't control it... Then Padfoot was my god daddy and he could become a dog like my stuffed one! I wanna see Padfoot and Moony again. I `member when I made a toy float and they laughed and said I was powerful." Harry said softly, resting against Carlisle. The man looked thoughtful, recalling something he had heard when he had traveled to Britain years ago, possibly when Harry's biological father was Harry's age. He had met a family. The Lupins. A little boy with brown hair and amber eyes came into his mind and he blinked. The boy had been about five and seemed to fear Carlisle. The doctor Vampire had stayed away from Remus Lupin, having smelt that he was a .... werewolf.

Could that have been the boy that Harry was talking about? He had been told by the Lupin family that little Remus had a disease that could spread. This had been while he had been giving the child's mother a diagnosis. Carlisle looked down at his only grandson and smiled, vowing to find Remus Lupin and see if he knew more about Harry's past.

"I think you need a nap child." Carlisle laughed, seeing the yawn that the boy tried to hide. Harry frowned cutely at him, trying to plead that he didn't.

"But I'm not little anymore," Harry stated.

"Child, you are only four and you've been here for only two weeks, I'm sure that you are still little."

"When can I be big?" Harry asked.

"I'll consider you big when you're older than ten." Carlisle said with a grin and tucking the boy in. Harry pouted and scooted further under before he cuddled Padfoot and fell asleep. He was out like a light.

Remus Lupin. He'd have to go to Britain and for that, he'd have to be gone for awhile. Now he'd have to tell his family, pack, get plane tickets, and the address...

"Already have the family's things packed and tickets bought. We leave tomorrow at noon." Alice's voice floated to him. Carlisle shook his head in defeat before calling meeting to his family... and Jacob.

"Thanks Alice." Carlisle stated. He went downstairs and found the rest of them all there.

"Apparently there's someone Harry remembers that had seen him make a toy float to him when he was younger, and that man commented on it, as if that were expected." Carlisle explained. The rest of the family looked as thoughtful as he had earlier.

"So we're going to travel to London to see Remus Lupin." Alice chirped.

"Apparently, this man is also a werewolf so we need you Jacob." Carlisle explained. Jacob Black looked surprised.

"As in, the real kind with the full moon deal?" Jacob asked. Carlisle nodded and Jacob whistled, impressed. He had not met an actual werewolf. They were after all, shifters who could turn into wolves at will and not unwillingly. This would be interesting and Jacob would have come even without Carlisle's request. He wondered what the man was like.

"So it's agreed, to London we go tomorrow after Harry gets up." Alice chirped, of course not planning to neglect Harry's sleep times. The Cullen family laughed at that statement because Jasper nodded just as seriously. The two were very protective of their new son but, then again, so were the rest of them.

"To London we go..." Carlisle repeated with amusement.

Author's Note: We're off to see the Wizard! Yes that song so fit into my mind when I thought up the end. Remus Lupin is so going to be an important factor here and they're going to find out the difference of Magic and Muggle Vampires and Werewolves. I hope you enjoyed this, the prank with Emmett is also going to be mentioned next chapter. Each update will get longer. Sorry this one was shorter. I'll try to make them longer. I hope this explains a few things and Harry remembers them now because at the Dursley's he repressed the memories as he grew older. I hope you liked this, I'll update soon. Review and tell me your opinion of this chapter.