Imporant AN: I know this story said it was completed, but someone asked me to write more parts to it..he/she wanted to see Harry and Remus meet..However, I have way to many stories to focus on..so, instead of a full blown story..they would come in shots...maybe three or four short parts...quick and simple..I GIVE PERMISSION FOR ANYONE TO GO OFF OF THIS OR TO WRITE THEIR OWN VERSION/STORY...THEY MAY USE PARTS OF THIS...JUST TELL ME BEFORE YOU DO AND DON'T FORGET TO GIVE CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE...on that note, as everyone should know, Harry Potter is not mine..it belongs to Rowling..did not think I needed to say that..but just giving credit where credit is due..

My Little Cub,

My day was just another day searching for a job. I couldn't find one. I should move again. I believe everyone in this town knows about my illness. No one would talk to me anymore. I guess it won't hurt moving back to my parent's cabin. I always did manage to be at peace there.

By now you should have gotten your Hogwarts letter, cub! If you are thinking you are unable to go because of money, don't. You're parents had already prepaid your tuition. Everything was taken care of. All you need to do is go to Gringotts (that's the wizarding world's bank in Diagon Alley. Don't mind the goblins) to get your money out of the vault and buy your things in Diagon Alley. Someone should be with you the first time, someone with your key.

You are going to love Hogwarts, cub! It was the school your parents and I went to years ago. Those seven years at Hogwarts were the best years of my life. You'll meet so many children your own age and will have so many friends. Hogwarts will feel very welcoming. It may feel intimidating at first, but you'll get use to it. You will get confused your first time there. It's a huge castle and the stairs would often change on you. Watch out for the vanishing step on the third staircase. Your father stepped on that once back in first year and…well, we didn't see him for the three days. Don't worry though. Where ever he was mustn't been bad. He came back with a big grin on his face saying something about a beautiful lily…he could have been talking about your mother, now that I think about it. At the time we thought he was talking about the flower. Other than that he claimed he couldn't remember.

I know I told you I'll meet you this year, Harry, my little cub. However, I don't believe I'll get the chance too. At least, not until Christmas." There was an ink spot right here as if Moony sat in there in thought as the ink dripped on the paper from the pen. "Would you want to meet at Christmas, cub? You can come for the holidays. But if you prefer to go home instead, I understand. Let me know when you get to Hogwarts. You can use one of the schools owls. An owl would be the only way for you to contact me. Unless you aunt has your fireplace temporary contacted to the floo network (a network of wizarding fireplaces that utilize Floo powder for transportation and conversation). It's not as dangerous as it sounds. I look forward to hearing from you, cub!

Love forever,

Moony

P.S. Your birthday is coming up shortly. I believe I have ten years of presents to make up. Sending a letter to you is a lot harder than sending a gift. However, now that you know about magic, I can send a gift by owl post. How would you like that, cub? If you wish for your relatives to remain oblivious of our contact, then midnight on July 30th you best be waiting outside. Love you for always, cub.

Ten-year-old (soon to be eleven-year-old) Harry re-read the letter three times, still not understanding. Hogwarts? Letter? Was the letters he had been getting Hogwarts acceptance letter? Was that why his uncle would not let him read it? He did not want Harry to go to a prepaid private school of…wizards? Which brought forth another question; Wizards? As in Merlin and magic? Harry felt like he knew Moony well enough to know he would not lie to him, but magic wasn't real…was it? Uncle Vernon said it wasn't, but hadn't Harry always known his uncle lied to him all the time. However, Uncle Vernon wasn't the only one that told him magic wasn't real. His teacher's at school had as well and teachers are supposed to be smart.

Harry remembered a time when he was seven and they were told to draw the very first happy memory they remembered. Harry had drawn himself being held by a huge man on a flying motorcycle with a green light lighting the page. It wasn't exactly a happy memory, but it was his first one, or so he believed. He often dreamed of it many times. He didn't know where the green light fitted in, but he knew it was real, though he couldn't help but think it wasn't a happy thing. It had happened, he just knew it did. He had gotten in trouble for drawing a dream instead of a memory. The teacher told him that flying motorcycles wasn't possible. Harry had bravely, but meekly, replied that it was with magic. His teacher told him there was no such thing as magic. He had to redo his drawing. He drew the first time he received a letter from Moony, his first happy memory.

Harry looked back at the letter, biting his lip in thought. What if magic is real? Can he really go to a school for magic people like him? How on earth does no one know about it? Would it be like Charles Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters in the X-Men? Would his Aunt and Uncle allow him to go? No, no they would not. If they would let him go, they would have had him read his letter.

Confused, but willing to learn more, Harry placed the letter in the tin can and peered out his cupboard door. Uncle Vernon was gathering the nails and hammer to put away. He had just nailed the mail slot shut. When his uncle saw him peeking out of the cupboard, he grinned. "No more letters for you, Potter." As he walked by the cupboard, he 'accidently' bumped the door shut on Harry's head.

Harry's head bounce back in pain. He forced himself to keep his mouth shut to hold back a moan of pain. He sighed and hid the tin can in its corner. "I wonder if I will be able to learn more about Hogwarts. I wonder if I can even go." Harry murmured.

He thought about the other part of the letter. Visiting and meeting Moony for Christmas. The thought of meeting Moony made him nervous. What if, after meeting him, Moony realized just how much of a freak he was? What if he didn't like him? Would he still be his little cub?

From the letters alone, Harry knew he loved Moony. Through the letters Harry knew him to be kind, funny at times, gentle, and warm. Harry imagined Moony to be a soft-spoken man, like Harry was, and he imagined him having a warm smile. Moony is patient and caring. He seems to be nice to everyone. However, Moony knew nothing about him. Moony couldn't know if he would love Harry in real life, just through his memories of an infant. What if he didn't like eleven-year-old Harry?

Harry bit his lip in thought as he glanced in the general where his tin box hid. Of course, if given the chance, Harry would meet Moony because he wanted to meet Moony and he loved Moony rather or not Moony would feel the same way about him. With that thought in mind, Harry laid down on his cot, but sleep did not come to him. All night he tossed and turned; his mind on the last letter he gotten from Moony. Questions and hope…dreams and wonderment…but, most of all, the interesting and exciting thoughts of magic being real all along, just like he knew it was. The last few thoughts that past a crossed his mind before falling to sleep was, 'Am I really getting a present? I wonder what Moony will get me? I don't deserve a gift. Uncle Vernon would just take it away at some point anyways. But it would be very nice to get a birthday gift for once.'