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Harry enters the common room feeling both down and elated. On the one hand, he would soon have his Uncle Padfoot back. He'll be found innocent, Harry knows he will. But on the other hand, he won't be able to see him until the trial and how is that fair? They only know he's innocent thanks to Harry! Else they may have put an innocent man to death and then where would they all be? Harry sighs and he sits on his bed, looking through his album and moping.

"What's got you down Prongslet?" Ginny asks as she enters the room without knocking and sits herself down beside Harry on his bed, Harry sighs again.

"Just some stuff with Uncle Moony," He replies.

"Is he having a bad cycle?" She asks, Harry looks at her in confusion, she smiles, "Don't fret Mini-Prongs, I know our illustrious Professor Moony is a Werewolf, but I don't care, and I won't tell anyone, don't worry."

"I'm sorry he's a what now?"

"A werewolf…you didn't…?" Harry continues looking on in shock, Ginny's eyes widen, "Oops."

"He's not a Werewolf Ginny, that's insane!"

"Well, Harry, I'm sorry, but I'm 100% that he is so…I don't know, maybe you should ask him about it?"

"Ask him about it? Ask him about it? He's a Werewolf! Which I still don't believe by the way. But if he is…well…isn't he dangerous?" Ginny raises an eyebrow at him, the frowns.

"I suppose you wouldn't know much about them but Muggle stories, would you?" He shakes his head, "We've always been taught to be cautious and weary of them, but aside from the full moon they are just people, Harry. You know your Uncle, would he ever hurt you?" Harry seems pensive.

"No, of course not but…but why wouldn't he have told me?"

"Are you kidding? He's probably ashamed, Werewolves aren't exactly liked in Wizarding society." Harry's brows furrows, she sighs and goes on to explain the general population's opinion of Werewolves. By the end, Harry is livid.

"Ginny, would you give me a minute?" Harry asks, Ginny really isn't sure what in particular he is angry about and so simply nods and leaves the room.

Once he's alone Harry gets up, pacing the room and glaring at the ground.

By the time there is a knock on the door, Harry's worked himself into a proper rage. When the door opens and Remus calls to him, well, he loses his shit. He grabs a glass of water from Ron's bedside table and ditches it at the door, Remus quickly shuts it, instead staying on the other side of the closed door.

"Can I come in?" He asks hesitantly. Harry snorts derisively as he glares at the door, positively shaking in anger.

"Doesn't seem like a good idea, every time I let someone in it goes badly." Harry hears Remus sigh but refuses to feel sorry about the resignation causing it.

"Harry, listen –"

"Is it true?!" Harry demands angrily, nose scrunching and fists sporadically clenching and unclenching.

"Harry, I'd rather not have this conversation through a door."

"IS. IT. TRUE?!" Harry screams, stomping a foot as he does. It's a long moment of hesitation later that his Uncle speaks, and when he does Harry hears true despair in his voice.

"Yes, Harry, it's true." Harry feels his breath caught in his throat for a moment before his fury returns so strongly the window behind him shatters, he can all but feel his Uncle's wince. He breathes heavily for a minute before walking over to the door but not opening it.

"YOU ABANDONED ME, WHY?!"

"I thought I was doing what was best for you. You must know how Werewolves are thought of, how we're treated. That's not how I wanted you to grow up." Harry pulls the door open, his Uncle falling backwards slightly from leaning against it before he turns and stands, closing the door behind him.

"You were really thinking just now that I would be like all the others and hate you for this?" Harry asks him, pain in his voice, Remus looks at the ground, ashamed.

"Harry you don't know what it's like –"

"You're hated and feared for something you can't control. You didn't ask for it, you didn't want it, but it's there. At times you can't help, it affects you, it changes you. You aren't like anyone else, you're different and you wish more than anything that you weren't. They lock you away for 'the safety of everyone else' and you let them. You let them because you can't help but agree. After all, something is clearly wrong with you. You come to Hogwarts and find people who understand, people who care, people who are willing to look beyond your past and just see you. But they aren't always there. You go home and it's the same thing it has always been, you go out in the world and it is the same thing it has always been. They attack you, or they would if they could. Likely they'd kill you if they could. And until then you are nothing to them but something they can push around endlessly, something that has no choice but to go with it because they control everything and they've chosen to set all of it against you. All because one man did something when you were little, something that can't ever be taken back, and you lost your childhood, your life. Tell me, am I getting warm here?" Remus looks at him, flabbergasted and ashamed and terrified and so many other things he can't hope to name, Harry knows the feeling, "What do you think it was like with the Dursleys for me?"

"Harry…" Remus doesn't finish his sentence, Harry feels angry tears streaming down his face and wipes them away angrily.

"You left me to protect me, but you left me to the same life you wanted to get me away from, only I was alone when I could have been with you!"

"I didn't know, I couldn't have known!"

"YOU COULD HAVE! YOU COULD HAVE IF YOU DIDN'T LEAVE ME! Now you stand there and think I'll be just like everyone else? YOU DON'T KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT ME!" Remus fights back the sob in his throat, because it's true, it's all true.

"I'm sorry," He says quietly, knowing it will never even be close to enough. Harry stops yelling, the look on his Uncle's face all too familiar.

"I don't know how to forgive you," Harry says as he realises it's true. All he knows of Anger is his Uncle Vernon's way of dealing with things. He's never been taught to channel or control his feelings, let alone a safe way to vent them, and especially not how to let them go. How is he to know how to calm down and accept his Uncle's apology? No one has ever been sorry before, all he knows of apologies are the ones he says at home. Apologies that are ignored in all the worst ways.

"Sometimes forgiveness can't simply be given, sometimes it needs to be earnt." Harry looks at his Uncle, tears clouding his vision as he realises his Uncle is guiding him through this as proper family should. Harry feels his lip quivering, realising he isn't alone, realising he has someone to teach him, to look after him, to love him.

"I don't want to be alone anymore Uncle Moony, but I don't know how not to be." Remus walks over to his nephew, kneeling beside him though Harry isn't sure when exactly he sank to the floor. He wraps his arms around his nephew.

"Once upon a time I didn't either. But your Dad, he taught me how. Taught me how just like he taught your Uncle Padfoot. See, he grew up a lot like you did from what I hear, and it's thanks to your Dad he turned out like he did. It's thanks to both of them that I am even here right now. I don't remember how to not be alone, and I think it's safe to say that Padfoot won't either, not after so long locked away. You, Harry, you freed us both from isolation, from prisons of our own creation. Maybe I can't teach you how to rely on other people, how to trust them to look after you, but I think maybe it's something the three of us can learn together." Harry nods into his Uncle's chest, still crying and knowing that his Uncle is as well.

"I love you Uncle Moony." Remus smiles, holding him tighter.

"I love you too Harry."


Meanwhile…

"Honey! I'm ho-" Ted trails off as he walks into his living room to see his wife and daughter having tea with Sirius Black, "Wha-?"

"We went to see a man about a dog," Tonks tells him, Sirius then transforms into Padfoot, Ted drops his briefcase. Andromeda sighs at her them both before standing up and walking over to her husband, taking his hand gently.

"Dear, there's something you should know."


NOTES:

Sorry is this chapter is terrible, my sister rushed me, blame her ;P

Joking, ILY Bunny x