AU: I'm still deciding if I should have the story end here or do Christmas Day...If you think I should do Christmas Day then you better send a review..otherwise, I might not do it

Harry glanced down at the latest letter from Moony. His palms were sweaty from his nerves. His body rocked back and forth from the movement of the train, making it hard to focus on the letter in his hand. It was a short letter, but Harry didn't mind. He was meeting him at the station anyways.

My Little Cub

I'm on Christmas break. My boss gave me an early one. You're not the only one that is surprise. I didn't think he would actually do it when I asked, but apparently since I've been one of his best employers so far; working hard, not ever being late for work, working overtime, and not missing any days so far (good thing my illness hit me over the weekend) really put me on my boss's good side. I'm not complaining. It gives me time to clean up my place before you come.

I can't wait to see you, Harry. I really can't, but I must say I'm feeling exactly what you are feeling. I'm also very nervous (just because I am an adult doesn't mean I can't get nervous). I'll be there at the station waiting for you. I was going to head off and get a tree tomorrow while I wait for your train to come in, but I decided to ask you if you would like to come with me before going.

Moony

The compartment door opened, taking Harry's attention away from the letter. Hermione came back in and sat down, closing the door behind her. She had left a few minutes ago to use the restroom. With a huff, she sat down across from him. "We'll be at the station in a half an hour." She said sounding irritated.

"Okay…" Harry said, uncertainly. He eyed his friend. "What's wrong?"

Hermione crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. "Lavender Brown and her 'oh, Hermione, if you don't fix that hair of yours, you'll never have a boyfriend'." She used her high pitch voice, mocking Lavender's own. "That's what and it's not like I'm looking for a boyfriend at the age of twelve anyway! That's much too young!" Hermione had her birthday already, making her one of the oldest students in their first year class.

Harry held back a chuckle and turned to look out the window. He felt bad leaving Ron behind at Hogwarts, but he really, really wanted to meet Moony. He didn't know when he'll get the chance to do it again…next Christmas? That was much too far.

Half an hour later, the train pulled into the station. Harry looked out into the crowd, looking for the man from the photo, looking for Moony, but there were too many adults. Harry felt his heart pounding in his chest, knowing he would actually meet Moony any time now. He didn't how he should react. Should he hug the man or what? Knowing Moony would be nervous as well only helped Harry a tiny bit. He looked down at his hands to find them shaking. What if he wasn't there waiting for him? Harry didn't know where he lived and Hedwig was still at Hogwarts for Ron's use. He'll have no way to contact Moony. Where would Harry go if Moony wasn't there?

"Come on, Harry. Come met my parents." Hermione's voice pulled Harry out of his thoughts and he quickly got up from his seat and pulled his trunk down from the rack. Hermione was looking out the window, scanning for her parents. "I see them!" She waved out the window. She turned to Harry and grabbed his arm. "Come on!" She pulled him out of the compartment, ignoring his protest against being pulled. She didn't let go until they were off the train.

As Harry followed Hermione through the crowd towards her parents, he glanced about trying to catch sight of Moony, but he couldn't see him anywhere. Worry nagged at his mind. Maybe he decided not to come. Maybe he didn't know when the train came in. Maybe Moony decided he didn't want Harry over for Christmas.

"Mum! Dad!" Hermione called out to her parents.

Harry turned his attention to his friend's parents. Hermione's mother was a slender woman with brown hair and light green eyes. She had long bangs that barely reached her eyes. She smiled warmly at her daughter and quickly embraced her. "Oh, my girl!" She pulled back to stare at her daughter's eyes. "How was school? Doing good in your classes?"

Before Hermione can answer, her father stepped forward and Harry turned his attention to him. Her father had her brown eyes. He was slender as his wife. His hair was short, but Harry can see traces of fizzy curls at the ends and he knew Hermione inherited her bushy hair from him. He hugged his daughter as well as giving her a kiss on her forehead. "How's my bunny?" He said with a grin.

"Dad!" She complained with a light blush. However, she was also smiling back at him. She turned away from them to pull Harry closer by the arm. "Mom, Dad, this is my friend Harry Potter." She announced proudly. "Harry, these are my parents."

Remembering all those harsh lessons of showing respect by his aunt and uncle, Harry stuck out his hand and said as politely as he could, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. and Dr. Granger."

Hermione's father looked impressed. "What a polite young man you are, Harry." He shook his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well."

Hermione's mother gave him a delighted smile. "We've heard so much about you, Harry. Thank you so much for saving my daughter's life." She reached over and gave Harry a hug. She ignored his tense body. "And for becoming friends with her. She never had a friend before." She pulled away and Harry saw faint tears in her eyes. Harry turned red under the praise and shrugged his shoulders, unwilling to announce he never had friends since Hogwarts either.

"Mom!" Hermione complained, embarrassed.

Her mother waved her complaint away. "Oh, dear, I was just stating truth and my gratitude."

"Yeah, but you didn't have to make it sound like I was lonely. I had my books and you two."

"Dear, books can't…"

Harry toned out the argument. It seemed to be a private argument. He looked around the station. Many of the families were leaving. However, it was still very crowded and nosy as child greeted family and friends said their goodbyes. Harry was watching a group of black and brown haired family greet a young teen. The teen was hugging his father or uncle before turning to his big grandfather. It was when the grandfather bent down to hug his grandson, that Harry saw him. The light sandy brown hair was streaked with gray. The tall and very skinny, almost sickly form was angled away from Harry. The man's searching blue eyes gazing across the many heads and Harry knew he was looking for a first year Gryffindor boy. He was looking for Harry.

Harry froze. It was Moony. He knew the man was Moony. He remembered him from the pictures in his photo album. His breath got caught in his throat. He shifted nervously, unsure what to do. The grandfather straightened up, the hug with his grandson ending, and he blocked Harry's view again. Harry snapped back into the present and turned to Hermione. She was still arguing with her mother. Her father was now in the argument, trying to play peacekeeper. "Umm…Hermione?" Harry interrupted.

The argument ended as soon as Harry spoke. Hermione turned red. "Sorry, Harry." She said apologetically.

Harry shook off her apology. "It's alright. I saw…Moony. I'm going to go." He turned to her parents. "It was a pleasure meeting you two."

Mr. Granger shook his hand again. "It was nice meeting you too, Harry. We better head off as well. I hope we'll meet again."

Mrs. Granger gave him another hug and Harry couldn't stop his body from tensing up. He was not use to hugs. The first time anyone hugged him was when Hermione did it. He now knew where she got her tenancy to hug; from her mother. "It was lovely meeting you, Harry. You should come over sometime. I'm sure Hermione would love it if you do." She pulled away and Harry gave her a shaky smile.

Hermione then hugged him. "You going to be alright, Harry?" She asked before pulling away. "I mean, you don't truly know him."

Harry nodded. "I'll be fine and I've known him since I was five. Professor Dumbledore knows him. He was the one that allowed me to go." Harry was still confused as to why he had to ask Professor Dumbledore for permission to go to Moony's over break, but Moony told him it would be for the best if he did.

Hermione nodded reluctantly. "Okay, Harry, if you're sure." She still sounded uncertain about it, but didn't say anything more on the subject. "I guess this is bye for now. See you after break."

Harry nodded. "Yeah, see you." He watched as Hermione left with her parents before turning back to where he last seen Moony. The family was gone and Moony hadn't moved from his spot. He was now facing Harry and staring at him. Their eyes connected; emerald green and blue, yellow-ish eyes. Harry felt like he couldn't move. It was Moony there was no doubt about that. His heart was pounding in his chest. Before him stood the one person who cared, the one person that was there when Harry needed him the most. He may not have been there physically, but he was there giving him love and comfort through the letters. He distracted him from the pain of living at the Dursley's. He was the only adult Harry can say he trusted. Even though he wasn't allowed to visit him or gain custody of him, he made sure Harry had a chance to know him. Harry had waited for this moment since he was five years old and he didn't know what to do. When he was younger, he had imagined throwing himself on him saying how much he loved him and how thankful he was. Now, though, that seemed a bit childish and awkward.

Suddenly, Moony started to walk over to him, dodging pass the passing families. He kept his eye on Harry and Harry kept his eye on Moony. It seemed to have taken Moony forever to reach him, but reach him he did. Moony knelt down at Harry's level. His eyes were watery and his mouth was in a warm and happy smile. He reached his hand out like he wanted to touch him, make sure Harry was really there, but pulled his hand back before doing so, like he was afraid of frightening Harry away. "Harry, cub." His voice was hoarse, but soft and calming. There was something familiar about how he called him cub, like a distant memory that Harry couldn't remember. Harry knew that he knew this man before his parent's death. He knew it from the way Moony called him cub. It was different hearing someone call him that then reading it off a piece of parchment.

"M…Moony?" To Harry, his voice sounded small; hopeful and nervous at the same time. Rather or not Moony believed the same thing, Harry didn't know. But as soon as he called the man before him 'Moony' all resistances seemed to have broken down and Harry quickly found himself in his fourth hug that day. Harry couldn't stop his body from tensing up again. This was the first hug from a man and it was quite different from the hugs he received from Hermione and her mother. Moony's hug was more…comfortable and familiar. Harry found himself relaxing in his firm, but gentle hold. As he relaxed, Harry did something he never thought he'd do on first hugs. Harry reached around Moony and placed his hands on his back, returning the hug. When Harry fully accepted the hug from Moony, the hug turned more firm like Moony was no longer afraid of being pushed away and Harry buried his face into the man's shoulders.

After what seemed like an eternity, they both pulled away. Moony kept a hand on Harry's shoulders and gave a teary smile. "You've gotten big since I last saw you, cub."

Harry gave him a side grin and shrugged his shoulders. "I was only a little more than a year old." He pointed out.

Moony chuckled. "That's true." There was moment of peaceful silence before he stood up. "Come on, cub. I have hot coco waiting for us at home."

'At home' Harry noticed the way Moony called his home, their home and he felt a warming sensation in his chest. He may not live there, but you know what they say, 'Home is where the heart is' and Harry had no doubt Moony's home would feel like his soon enough.

Moony took hold of Harry's trunk with one hand and wrap the other arm around Harry's shoulders.

"What's your real name? Moony is your nickname, but I don't know your real name." Harry asked as they stepped over to the rows of fireplaces up against the far wall.

"Remus. Remus John Lupin." Moony answered before throwing the floo powder in the fireplace. "Wolfs Cottage." The fire turned green. "Your father called my parents home Wolfs Cottage." He explained. "Since my last name is means Lupus which is wolf in Latin. This would be your first time using the floo, correct?" Harry nodded. "Alright. We'll step in together then. Hold on tight." Together, with Harry holding onto Moony's arm, they stepped into the fireplace and vanished from sight.