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Britishepicface- The reason why Remus didn't get custody of Harry when James and Lily died is because of his lycanthropy. There are laws preventing werewolves from obtaining guardianship of a child even if it is in their parents will. Also there was no proof that Vernon and Petunia were abusing Harry at that point as nobody knew that. Also I would imagine Remus would have gone into a deep depression after the loss of Lily and James and Sirius being thrown in prison. I hope that helped.

Disclaimer: Hold on I'll go check...Nope still don't own Harry Potter.

When Harry woke up, it was dark. Sitting up slightly Harry turned his head to the left and spotted Professor Lupin sleeping stiffly in the chair by his bed. A sudden wave of nausea engulfed him but he fought it off with difficulty.

He did not want to wake Professor Lupin up just because he needed to be sick. It was getting worse and worse and harder to prevent, then all of a sudden he vomited all over his bed sheets. Remus woke up immediately and jumped off the chair so fast it was as it had suddenly become red hot.

He picked up a cardboard bowl from the bedside table and handed it to Harry, who took it gratefully. Waving his wand to vanish the sick on his sheets, Remus sat down on the bed and smiled reassuringly at Harry.

"I'll go and get a healer," he said gently brushing Harry's hair from his face.

Harry just nodded feeling too unwell to speak and settled down back under the blankets massaging his head where a huge headache had formed. Just then Healer Stagg bustled in arms laden with potions.

"Ahh you're awake are you sweetheart? That's good then," she said smiling kindly at Harry.

"Yeah I'm awake," said Harry hoarsely.

"I'm going to give you some potions to help with the sickness and headaches," the healer explained gently. Harry nodded deciding it was best not to argue. He took the three potions she offered and downed them in one.

He immediately felt extremely sleepy, he felt his body relaxing and soon he slipped back into Morpheus' arms.

-xx-

Three weeks went by and Harry was still in hospital. Hermione and Ron had come to visit him once on a Hogsmeade weekend but other than that, they hadn't been able to get permission to visit him again. The Weasley twins had also came on a visit but Harry had a sneaking suspicion that they hadn't been given permission.

To his great amusement they had come armed with a Hogwarts toilet seat and even Remus had been hard pressed not to laugh at that. At that moment Harry was staring despondently at the large pile of sweets, flowers and get well cards sent from his friends and Hogwarts staff, (the toilet seat had been confiscated by Healer Stagg)

The bone marrow transplant had gone surprisingly well but he had to stay in hospital until the risk of infection died down. Harry sighed irritably; he just wanted to get back to Hogwarts. It was coming towards the middle of November for Merlin's sake.

Just then Remus arrived looking extremely fatigued and pale but he smiled wanly at Harry when he turned to look at him.

"You look like death warmed up," noted Harry.

"Thank you Harry charming as ever," said Remus sarcastically but he was smiling.

"Are you okay?" said Harry nervously.

"I'm fine Harry don't you worry yourself," Remus reassured him kindly.

"Humph you're worse than me sometimes," said Harry grumpily crossing his arms and scowling.

"What's the matter Harry?" said Remus softly "And I don't want I'm fine,"

Harry sighed loudly before turning reluctantly to Professor Lupin.

"I want to go home," he admitted miserably.

Comprehension dawned on Remus' face and he pulled Harry into a quick hug before smiling mischievously at him.

"Ahh well that's good then because Healer Stagg has said you can go home today," said Remus cheerfully.

Harry gave a loud whoop of excitement and grinned broadly. Just then Healer Stagg entered the room carrying a large sheaf of parchment. Dropping the parchment on the foot of Harry's bed she smiled kindly at Harry.

"I assume your uncle has told you the good news?" she said chuckling at Harry's happy expression.

"Yep," said Harry beaming.

"Good, good now I checked you out just before you woke up and everything seems to be fine. However if there is any sign of infection, go straight to Madame Pomfrey. You will still need chemotherapy and may need another transplant again but that won't be for a while yet," she said reassuringly.

"Now why don't you go take a shower and get dressed while me and your uncle here sort out the paperwork?" she said softly, handing Harry a towel and his clean Hogwarts uniform.

Harry nodded and climbed slowly out of bed. He made his way towards the bathroom slowly so he didn't pass out.

He sighed blissfully as the warm water cascaded over his body, soothing his aching joints. He carefully stepped out and towelled himself dry taking care not to catch the sore area on his chest. He pulled on his uniform and was pleasantly surprised to find it smelt like cinnamon and spices.

Leaving the bathroom, he grinned when he saw Remus and the healer didn't realise he had decided to step back slightly so he could listen to their conversation.

"So put it to me straight, what are his chances?" said Remus anxiously.

The healer hesitated and said "Well every time he needs a transplant his chances of survival are lower. At the moment his chances are 50/50 but that unfortunately may change,"

Shock filled Harry to the core, making it hard for him to breathe.

"So...so he's going to die?" asked Remus with a saddened look in his eyes.

"He has a good chance of survival. But yes he could possibly die," the healer said gently

"No!" Harry finally spoke up and he was shaking like a leaf.

"Harry!" exclaimed Remus, standing up and starting towards Harry.

"No,no,no" said Harry clutching his hair tightly becoming hysterical.

"Harry cub calm down now, it's going to be ok," Remus said putting his hands on Harry's shoulders.

Harry shook his head violently, suddenly tears were spurting out of his eyes and pooling on his chin.

"No..Can't die..Help me," said Harry babbling in his panic.

Remus pulled Harry in his arms and held him tightly, rocking him from side to side. Harry just continued crying, clutching tightly at Remus' robes as he tried desperately to fight the panic that was fighting to escape.

Remus lifted Harry easily up in his arms and carried him to the bed, where he sat down and continued to hold Harry in his arms, still rocking him and whispering reassurances into his hair while Healer Stagg looked on sadly. Harry's sobs subsided and his breathing slowed and he felt himself becoming sleepy. Before he could stop himself he had fallen asleep with his head on Remus 'shoulder.

Well that's it for this chapter folks. I was going to add more but I thought it best left where it is. So enjoy and let me know what you think.