AN: There should be maybe one or two more parts to this...The next part Christmas Break...Harry meets Remus in person for the first time...Then maybe I'll have one more part..Christmas Day...maybe..I'm not sure I'll do Christmas Day or not..I guess it'll depend on how popular this chapter is..

Harry tapped his quill against his cheek in thought and re-read what he written so far.

Dear Moony,

Throughout the years the letters you sent me…

That was all he had so far. He sighed. He didn't know how write his thanks and his deepest gratitude down for the letters he received from Moony. He didn't know how to express the comfort they gave him and the love. He didn't know how to tell Moony he would love to visit him for Christmas and actually meet him.

Looking for any inspiration he can get, Harry looked around the crowded common room. He was sitting at a two person table in the corner, away from the fireplace, since a group of sixth year Gryffindor boys were sitting on the couch with their feet on the cocktail table laughing over some magazine. The common room was mostly quiet, since it was only the first night of school and most students were tired from the train ride, the feast, and the excitement. The only people in the common room would be the sixth year students by the fireplace, two fourth year girls giggling by the window, and the Weasley Twins goofing off close to Harry.

Not getting any inspiration by looking around the room, Harry turned to his gift from Moony. The thick photo album was the only connection Harry had to his parents. It was the best gift he could ever get. Harry, of course, was not home when the owl came bearing the birthday present. Hagrid, who was sent to get Harry, had gone to his house first and noticed the owl. It was he who brought it to Harry on the island.

He picked up the album and opened it to re-read the inscription on the inside of the cover. He set the book upright on his lap, using the end of the table to support the back of the book.

My Little Cub,

Happy Eleventh Birthday, Cub! This is an album of your parents and friends from their first year of Hogwarts to the day before your parents passing. I know it's not much, but I'm sure it would be something you'd appreciate. On the back of some of the photos there's a little note of what's going on in the picture. You'll be able to peal the photo of the page with ease and, to put it back, all you have to do is set it back on the page. It would stick right back on.

I wish I can be there for your birthday this year if not any other year. Turning eleven is a big thing in the wizarding world, since that's the age children begin their magical schooling.

I love you, my little cub. Enjoy Hogwarts!

With all my love,

Moony

Harry hadn't tried to take a photo off a page yet. He feared he might rip it and didn't want to risk it. But he felt comfort in knowing who his parents were and what they looked liked. It was the first time seeing their faces. Harry could stare for hours at the photo of his mother holding him and his father tickling his stomach. He memorized the way his mother's deep red hair blew in the autumn wind and the way his father's lips coiled up in a smile before laughing as he managed to doge his hand away from baby Harry's quick fingers.

Harry passed that page and went to the page with his favorite photo. There were five people squeezed onto a couch with baby Harry sitting on two laps. His parents were smiling in the middle, baby Harry sat on one of his mother's legs and one of his father's legs. Next to his father was a tall man with long black hair, almost, but not quite shoulder length. His eyes were this gray-ish color and sparkled with laughter and mischief. He had a huge grin on his face and would once and a while poke Harry's father in the ribs. His father would flitch away from him, than elbow the man back all the while laughing playfully. His very incense oozed confidence and an adolescent-like personality. He, kind of, reminded Harry of the Weasley Twins.

Next to the black haired man was a plumb and short, blond man. He twitched often and smiled uneasily at the camera. He must have had quite the itch on his left arm, because he rubbed at it constantly while nervously eyeing his friends. He must have had a very bad day the day the photo was taken. He didn't seem comfortable at all and had sweat on his forehead.

The one man that held Harry's attention the longest was smiling calmly beside his mother. His smile was warm and kind. He had light sandy brown hair. His eyes were blue with, what looked like, yellow flicks. The man looked tired and weary…no, more like sick-ish. His robes were old and the color was wearing out. He had a few light scars on his face. No matter how tired and sick he looked, he had that warm smile and that sparkle of humor in his eye. The man would reach over and tickle baby Harry's side. Baby Harry would giggle and turn is face to laugh with the man. Harry can see the man's face lighten up when baby Harry smiled toothlessly up at him. His mother would turn to him with her own smile and say something, but the photo didn't have sound. Harry didn't know what his mother said to the man, but the man would shrug his shoulders and throw a teasing smile at her before turning back to the infant. Harry can tell that man loved the child.

That was the man Harry had imagined Moony to be. It matched with what Harry knew of him; the warmth, the illness, the lack of money to buy clothes for himself. Harry knew that man must be Moony.

Suddenly, someone sat down on the chair across from him. Harry looked up and saw Ron, yawning in his fist. "Noticed you haven't gone to bed yet, mate. Why are you still awake?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I just wanted to finish this letter." He answered quietly. He was still unused to having someone his age to talk to, much less a friend. He closed the photo album and set it back on the table.

"Can't you do that tomorrow? That's what I'm doing. Who are you writing to anyways? Your aunt and uncle?" Ron asked.

"I guess I could do it tomorrow. It's just…I've wanted to do this for years." Harry answered knowing he might have confused his first friend.

Ron stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out the last sentence. He shook his head. "You're making no sense, mate. Who are you writing too?" He repeated.

"I'm writing to…Moony." Harry hesitated. He wasn't use to telling anyone about Moony. Moony had always been his secret friend and comforter. No one knew about Moony. There was never anyone to tell. He wasn't too sure about telling someone he just met hours ago.

"Moony? Who's that? Moony isn't his real name, is it?"

Harry shook his head. "No, it's his nickname my father use to call him. He's a friend." He said, not wanting to say anything more about it. It made him uncomfortable talking to someone he didn't really know about Moony.

Suddenly, the Weasley Twins were standing on either side of Harry. "Moony?" One of them asked. Harry couldn't tell if it was Fred or George.

"Did someone…" The other twin started to say.

"…say…"

"…Moony?" They finished together.

Confused, Harry silently nodded his head, his eyes going back and forth from one twin to the other. "Do you two know Moony?" He questioned.

The Twins ignored his question. Instead, one of them bent over and looked at the letter Harry started. He pointed to the name. "Looky here, Gred. Young Harry Potter seems to write to Moony."

The other twin, that Harry concluded to be George Weasley, glanced down at it too. "I say, Forge, young Harry Potter must be our new best friend."

"Surely, Gred."

Harry looked at Ron for any help at figuring the twins out, but Ron looked just as clueless as Harry was.

"Well, young…" Fred said, giving them a mock bow.

"…and innocent." George added, following his brother into a bow.

"…boys, we best be off. Big day tomorrow." Fred said as he started to walk backwards towards the boys dormitories.

"Full of detentions…" George smiled like detentions were not a form of discipline as he too walked backwards towards the dormitories.

"…rule breaking…"

"…not to mention running from Snape."

"Nasty piece of work he is." Fred pointed out.

"Well, night, you naive souls!" They both said, giving another bow before running up the stairs.

"I'll never get those two." Ron said before yawning. "I'm going to get back to bed. You best not stay up too late, Harry. We start classes tomorrow." He stood up. "Goodnight, mate."

"Night." Harry watched Ron go up the stairs before turning back to the letter for Moony. He picked up his quill again and began writing.

Dear Moony,

Throughout the years the letters you sent me gave me both hope and comfort. Thank you for being there when I needed it the most. I love hearing about my parents. You're right. Aunt Petunia doesn't say much about either of them and Uncle Vernon knows even less then she does, of course.

I got your birthday gift. I love it a lot! It's the best gift one can ask for. It was my first time seeing what my parents looked like. I really do love it. Though I have questions on who is who. There are many photos of people that I don't know. Maybe you can tell me who they are during Christmas break? That is if you really don't mind having me. My aunt and uncle won't mind and I would love to meet you. Truly, I would.

You're wondering what House I got into, aren't you? Well, I got into Gryffindor. What House were you in? I heard from others that my parents were in Gryffindor too. Were you in the same House as them? Is that how you met my parents? All you ever wrote was that you met them at school. But I would like to hear how. If you don't mind that is.

Well, you always told me everything about you day. So, I figured I'll do the same. Hagrid had picked me up…Then Harry started to write all about his day to Hagrid taking him to the station, to meeting Ronald Weasley, and all the way to whom his dorm roommates were. At the bottom of the letter, Harry hesitated. He didn't know how to end the letter. Should he put "Love, Harry" or "Sincerely Harry" or something else? In the end, he decided the simpler form.

Harry

P.S. The white owl is mine. Hagrid got her for me. Her name is Hedwig. I got her name from one of my history books. Is it true the history subject is taught by a boring ghost?

P.S.S. Do you happen to know the Weasley Twins? They seemed to have recognized your nickname.

Harry folded the note and put it in his pocket. He'll have to owl it to Moony tomorrow. It was much too late to take it to the owlery now and Harry didn't know where the owlery was located at. With that in mind, Harry picked up his photo album and headed off to bed.