If He's Not Who They Think He Is
Chapter 6
I don't own Harry Potter
"Sirius, where's Harry's baby book?" I asked, looking through the shelves in the library.
"It's on the book shelf in our room," Sirius said, looking over the top of his book, "Why do you want it?"
"I'm looking for the picture of us on the day Harry was born," I said, leaving the room, heading to our bedroom. "I found it!" I said proudly, coming back into the library.
"Why do you want it?" Sirius asked, putting down his book.
"No reason," I said, flipping through the book.
"Oh, I have to go get Harry!" I said, looking at the clock, putting the book down on a table by the window, "I'll be back in half an hour," I said, giving Sirius a kiss on the cheek.
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I knocked on the door of a plain Muggle house in an unremarkable Muggle town.
"Yes?" a woman asked, opening the door.
"Hello, I'm Remus Lupin, you must be Petuina Dursley," I said, extending my hand to shake hers.
"Yes, come in," she said, shaking my hand and leading me into the living room where her husband sat, reading the newspaper.
"Vernon, this is Mr. Lupin," Petuina said, gesturing for me to sit.
Vernon Dursley carefully folded his newspaper and looked at me. "Hello Mr. Lupin," Mr. Dursley said, extending his hand for me to shake, "How can I help you?"
"I'm here to pick up Harry. Is he in?"
Mr. Dursley's eyes hardened, "Harry and Dudley went out for the afternoon."
"Well then," I said, ignoring his tone, "Can you direct me to his room so I can collect his luggage?"
"I'll show you," Mrs. Dursley said, standing from her seat next to her husband.
I stood and followed her upstairs to a small bedroom. "This is Harry's room. The boys went to the park down the street when you leave," she said, quickly dissapearing back downstairs.
Most of Harry's things were already packed, everything except for a bottle of ink, a quill, and a roll of parchment. He must have been writing a letter when he left.
I carefully re-rolled the parchment, re-capped the ink, and put everything back in Harry's trunk. I cast a shrinking spell on the trunk and stuck it in my pocket. "Hello Hedwig," I said, approaching the cage, "Are you ready to go on a trip?"
The owl hooted as I carefully picked up her cage and Harry's Firebolt, and left the room.
"Thank you for raising my son," I said to the Dursleys from the door. "He won't be coming back," I said, slaming the door behind me.
I walked briskly down the street to the park.
"Uncle Moony!" Harry's voice resounded through the park.
"Hello Harry, are you ready to go?" I asked, giving him a hug.
"Sure, but I don't have my stuff with me," he said.
"I got it all, see?" I said, showing him Hedwig's cage and his Firebolt.
"Okay, where are we going?" Harry asked, following me out of the park.
"12 Grimmuald Place," I said, leading Harry towards an ally we could Apperate to 12 Grimmuald Place from.