Hey everyone, sorry about the confusion that happened with chapter one being at the end. Because this is my fist story I'm not one-hundred percent sure how everything works. So when I tried to go back and edit chapter one I messed it up. I know that was weird and I'm sorry. I think it's fixed now and I know how to do things so no worries for the future! Anyway just thought I would clarify that since some of you asked. Now on with the story.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling + me = this story.

About a week later after all the kids were gone for the day Remus walked quietly into Elizabeth's room and shut the door.

"I need to talk to you." He said. She looked up from her grading and gestured to the chair next to her desk.

"What's up?" she asked as he sat down. He looked down at a piece of white notebook paper in his hands and answered slowly,

"This."

*Earlier that day…

"Ok guys," Remus addresses his small class of five. "Today we're going to do some writing. Who's excited?" The kids groaned.

"It'll be fun," Remus promised. "But instead of writing a paper or a poem, I want us to work on descriptive writing. Who can tell me what that means?" Elena raised her hand.

"It's when you use a lot of adjectives." She said.

"Close," Remus answered. "I want you guys to use adjectives to make the reader really see what you're talking about. Make them feel like they're there with you. So, for the next twenty minutes I want you guys to write a description of your bedroom. Make it as detailed as possible. I want to really feel like I'm there looking at your room with you. Are there any questions?"

"How long does it have to be?" Seth asked.

"As long as it needs to be," Remus answered. "Just write until you feel like you're done and then we'll read them out loud to each other."

The kids pulled out their notebooks and pencils and got to work. Remus walked around answering questions as he needed to.

"Mr. Lupin?" Sophie raised her hand. "How do you spell aquarium?"

"A-Q-U-A-R-I-U-M" He answered.

"Oh ok. That's what I thought, it just looks weird."

Remus moved on from Sophie and found himself by Harry's desk. He knelt down by it and asked,

"How's your writing coming Harry?" Harry put his pencil down and frowned at the paper.

"I don't really know what to write about." He admitted. "I mean, I'm trying to describe it- like you told us to but…" He trailed off. Remus held his hand out.

"Can I see what you've written so far?" He asked. Harry handed him the paper and he started to read.

My Bedroom

By Harry Potter

My bedroom is not really a room at all. It's actually just the cupboard under the stairs. It's small, dusty, and full of spiders. My bed takes up most of the space. Next to my bed is a very small dresser that holds my clothes. I put my glasses on there when I sleep. I have a small shelf that I put toys and books on. The ceiling is slanted, because the stairs are on top of it. Sometimes when my cousin runs up and down the stairs dust from the ceiling falls on me.

Remus read it once and then again because he couldn't believe what he was reading. The cupboard under the stairs? That's the kind of place you put suitcases and cleaning supplies! Not ten year old boys! He was shocked and appalled that the Dursley's could be so awful. He had been to their house and it was certainly big enough to have three bedrooms. Or Harry could share a bedroom with Dudley if they didn't. There was absolutely no reason on earth why Harry shouldn't have a decent place to sleep.

'It's because they don't love him,' He thought suddenly. And of course it was. Remus had seen the way Dudley treated Harry at school and realized that he must have learned that from his parents. He wanted to throw up he was disgusted with that family.

"Is it ok so far?" Harry asked quietly. Remus looked up and forced himself to smile.

"It's great," he said. "I would maybe work on adding in even more detail like the color of the walls or your bedspread. You could talk about the texture of your floor or the smell of your room. Maybe mention the color of the light. Is it warm and yellow or harsh and florescent? Adding in all of those little details will make the reader see what you're talking about much more clearly." Harry nodded.

"Okay I'll do that." He said picking up his pencil. Remus stood up and went to his desk.

'He's such a good kid,' he thought. 'Even despite his terrible Aunt and Uncle he's still so kind and respectful. Lily and James would be so proud.' He remembered how much Lily worried about Harry's bedroom before he was born and smiled. She would spend hours up there; rearranging the clothes in the closet, adjusting furniture by fractional amounts, and of course she had worried to death about the color to paint it.

"Why can't it be white?" James had asked. Lily shook her head in disgust.

"White is boring." She answered, "And it looks like a hospital."

"Ok," James said, "Well what color do you want to paint it?" Lily bit her lip.

"I don't know. If we knew the baby was going to be a boy I would say blue. But what if it's a girl? We can't have a blue room for a girl."

"Ok , pink then." James said, shrugging.

"No that's the same problem James. You can't give a boy a pink room."She explained patiently. James nodded.

"You're right. Poor thing would grow up into a sissy. What about red?"

"Red? Really?" Lily answered. "No, absolutely not. Red is too angry. I want something soothing- like green."

"Green is Slytherin's color. We are not painting the baby's room green." James said.

"What about yellow?" Remus had called from the couch where he was sitting reading a book. "I mean I know it's Hufflepuff or whatever but it's gender neutral and soothing. Sounds kinda perfect."

"Yellow! Oh that is perfect Remus I don't know why I didn't think of that. Thank you so much." Lily said and gave him a hug. Of course it had taken her another two weeks to pick out the right color yellow.

"Yellow is yellow," James had muttered throwing down paint chips. "Honestly the baby won't care." Sirius had laughed and Lily asked,

"What did you say honey?" James looked sheepish and picked up the paint chips.

"I said, what about marigold lemon?"

"Mr. Lupin?" A small voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. He looked up to see Harry standing in front of him.

"Yes Harry?" He asked, smiling.

"Sorry," Harry began, "I don't mean to bother you or anything but," This time Remus interrupted him.

"You're not bothering me Harry." He said kindly. "Don't ever think that you are, ok? I'm never too busy for you." Harry stared at his teacher for a second.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question then?" He asked. Remus didn't hesitate at all in his answer.

"Want to know a secret Harry? I love it when students ask questions. And there's no such as a stupid question, not in my book."

"At home I'm not really allowed to ask questions." He said so quietly that it was almost inaudible. Remus nodded slowly.

"Your aunt and uncle aren't the easiest people to live with are they?" Harry looked up at his teacher with shock and a little wonder in his eyes.

"What makes you say that sir?" He asked. Remus shrugged.

"Let's just say I'm pretty observant." Harry didn't really know what Mr. Lupin meant by that. All he knew was that this was one of the longest conversations he had ever had one on one with an adult where the adult hadn't gotten angry with him, and he liked it. He took a deep breath and then said.

"Ok, I added in the detail about the color like you said I should but now I don't know what to do. My story still seems awful short but what else can I add?" Remus thought about it for a minute.

"What if you add something about how your bedroom makes you feel? You know; happy, safe, tired, anything. That way the reader can connect to your bedroom on an emotional level too." Harry smiled and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

"I can do that." He said, and headed back to his seat.

Elizabeth took the paper and asked,

"Remus what-"

"Just read it." He said soberly.

My Bedroom

By Harry Potter

My bedroom is not really a room at all. It's actually just the cupboard under the stairs. It's small, dusty, and full of spiders. The walls were white once but now they are sort of gray. The floors are made of rough wood. Sometimes when I go barefoot I get splinters. My bed takes up most of the room. My bedspread is navy blue and it's not a bedspread it's just an old blanket. Next to my bed is a very small dresser that holds my clothes. I put my glasses on there when I sleep. I have a small shelf that I put toys and books on. The ceiling is slanted, because the stairs are on top of it. Sometimes when my cousin runs up and down the stairs dust from the ceiling falls on me. I don't really like being in my room. I get sent there when I'm being punished. My punishment is to spend days sitting alone in the dark without food and I hate it. My bedroom is not a nice place.

Elizabeth sat in stunned silence when she finished reading it.

"How can-" She stuttered.

"I know" He said.

"They can't-"

"I know."

"I should-"

"I know.

"What the hell!" She finally choked out. "Remus we have to do something!"

"I know." He said quietly. "I've been thinking that all day, but what? We can't take him away from his aunt and uncle. We can't talk to them, they already hate us and besides it probably won't do any good. I don't know what to do. I just know that I feel so helpless and I hate it."

"Let's call child services-" She started to say but he stopped her.

"No."

"Why not?" She asked, an edge of anger in her voice. "Don't you care about him at all?" He looked at her sadly and when he spoke his voice held so much pain and so much hurt that she was sorry she'd said anything at all.

"Of course I care." He said. "It's because I care so much that we will do nothing. Harry, Harry needs to stay with his aunt and uncle. I can't tell you why and even if I did you wouldn't understand. I'm not saying that to be mean or condescending I'm saying it because it's the truth. Harry is safer with the Dursley's than anywhere else and, even though my heart breaks to say this, his safety is more important than his happiness."

She stared at him incredulously, apparently at a loss for words.

"Is he in danger?" She asked finally, a definite note of panic in her voice. Remus took a deep breath.

"I don't think so. Not at the moment anyway."

"Is this about the arsonist?" She asked.

"Who?"

"The guy who killed Harry's parents." She clarified.

"Oh," Remus suddenly remembered their earlier conversation. "Yeah, sort of."

"Remus please tell me what's going on. I just want to make sense of all of this." She begged. He shook his head.

"I'm sorry," he said and she could see that he meant it. "I wish I could, really I do. I just can't tell you anything else." She nodded her head.

"I understand," she answered, very maturely. "But someday, someday will you tell me?" He looked her right in the eye.

"Someday," he said solemnly, "I will tell you everything."

AN: Hmm well I hate the title I came up with for this chapter so if anyone can come up with a better one I would be forever indebted. Anyway, thoughts? Comments? Suggestions? I love hearing from you guys. Plus I've updated a lot lately so I think you should review :]]

Hi: Interesting suggestion. I'd like one of the next chapters to be just Harry so I might include that. Thanks for reviewing again :)