The Avenger's lives had quickly grown around Harry. Within two weeks, they'd developed a sort of system. The first of their revisions had included making sure there was always at least two of them taking care of Harry, both for his protection against the evil wizards that may be coming for him, and to protect themselves from any more accidental magic. The ducks had been…annoying, and actually pretty funny in hindsight, but for all they knew the next time may not be. Harry, after all, was only a baby and didn't understand the consequences of any magic he did. It would really figure that he'd accidentally turn one of them into a couch, or something. (Steve had apologized immediately over the ducks in Tony's room, and the others explained the situation to him. He was peeved about the ducks in his room, but a little less so when Bruce explained how Harry was the one that created them. "My couch is a bunch of ducks," he said blankly. "Okay. Better than me being a couch.")

They also set their minds to completing Harry's nursery. Finding things for him to play with, and furniture wasn't difficult. For the first week, however, it had a different color schema virtually every day.

First, it was black and purple.

Then, they left Tony and Bruce alone with Harry.

When they came back, it was a flashy red and gold.

They left Steve and Thor.

They came back to a red, white, and blue nursery.

"Where'd you even find carpet in that shade of blue?"

They left Thor and Clint.

"His room shouldn't be one color," Steve protested. "And you never mentioned that you wanted him to have an all red nursery when we painted it!"

They hadn't really seen that one coming.

"Damn," Tony said while the other Avengers gaped at the green and purple nursery. "Never knew you had it in you!" He grinned. "Welcome to the Superhero Egotist Club, Bruce!" Steve protested that he did not have an ego, and Clint rolled his eyes, throwing in a few comments of his own.

Natasha held Harry in the doorway. "Ignore the babies, Harry," she whispered.

That night, Steve, Bruce, Tony, Clint, and Thor all snuck out of their bedrooms, into Natasha's floor, each carrying their own thing of paint. Seeing each other, they made a break for Harry's nursery.

"JARVIS," Tony whisper-yelled. "Close them out, and help me paint the room."

As he and the others reached the room, however, they found Natasha sitting in the room, Harry sleeping in her arms. "I've gotten paint on my clothes almost every time I've come in here," she said calmly. "You've been painting the walls over and over before it even dried from the last time." The Black Widow looked slightly irritated, and Clint and Tony gulped. "We're finishing this tonight, and after that we are NOT going to touch this room's walls, or its floor again. Understood?"

The male members of the team all nodded quickly, and they got to work painting and replacing the carpet.

What did Harry's nursery ultimately look like?

The carpet was Steve's blue. One wall was Thor's red, another was Tony's gold, another was Bruce's green, and another was Clint's purple. The ceiling was Natasha's input, and fairly neutral to the others. Black. Deciding the walls and especially the ceiling was too plain, Tony convinced them to paint straight wide lines in the middle of each wall, blue like his arc reactor, and connected the to the ceiling, which would light up in the middle.

They observed their work.

"It's…uh, colorful. Kids like colorful," Steve commented.

"It reminds me of…" Bruce paused, deciding just what the room made him think of. "Vomit the day after Halloween."

"Hm." Tony was staring at the walls blankly. "Yeah, you know what? You really don't want to know my thoughts on this."

"You hear that, Harry?" Clint said to the baby. "We've really messed up you nursery this time. I think growing up in this room eliminates any chance you had of growing up normal. Sorry. Least you have us." He smiled as Harry giggled.

After a moment of silence, Thor stepped forward, grinning. "It is perfect!" he declared. The others all looked at him as though he'd lost his mind (even Steve Po. Liteness Rogers).

"Uh, Thor, this is…" Bruce said.

"A mess," Tony finished for him. "Are we talking about the same thing? Cause this is not perfect."

"It is," Thor insisted. He motioned around the room dramatically. "This is why it's been wrong every other time. When we fought for dominance or Harry's nursery, we tried to push each other out. But we are all his family!" he declared, ginning widely. "Each and every one of us. And this room is that truth made physical! A little piece from all of us, given to Harry, as we have done, and will continue to do. And that, my friends, is beautiful." Everyone was silent as he finished.

"I like it," Natasha stated. As everyone looked at her, she continued simply, "It could be worse."

Tony nodded. "If nothing else, we're done with it. And, hey, maybe he'll like it. He's quickly proving to be a weird kid."

"He'll only get weirder with us as parents!" Clint joked.

Bruce smiled, his hand resting on the crib they'd gotten. He gained a slightly hopeful look, and he looked up. "I'm with Thor on this one. It's certainly not some well thought out masterpiece of a room, but we all made it for him. That's good enough."

"He'll always have us," Steve declared. "Even when we're on missions, even if only one or two of us is here, in this room, he has all of us. Even if it's a small part, a color. We're always here for him, in this room."

Remus stormed over to Privet Drive, a frown on his face. Those Dursleys-! He'd never been so furious. Never. He tried to calm himself, the last thing he needed to do was something he'd regret.

Merlin could come back from the grave and burn him alive though, if he didn't do find Harry or die trying!

As he walked down the street he felt stares and glares at him. Some did it from behind his back, he knew. Others did it in his plain sight. He wasn't quite sure which was more annoying. The sneaks, or the just plain rude ones. He wasn't even in a wizarding area. Apparently, he thought, these people just have something against shabby clothes.

Finally he reached his destination. Number four, Privet Drive. He walked up to the door, and knocked. Waiting less than a second he knocked again. Waiting another second…

"Alohomora!" As the door came open, Remus stepped inside. He took in the house. There was an almost ridiculous number of pictures of some fat baby. No sign of Harry anywhere. Remus was getting increasingly angry. He realized someone was yelling at him.

Dursley.

He turned around swiftly, bringing his wand up against the shocked Muggles. The man was large and purple.

"I ask that you leave my house at once!"

"Where is Harry?" It came out in a deadly calm voice, more threatening than any tone of anger.

"You've broken into my house! We will call the police!" the purple Dursley threatened. Remus did not have the patience today.

"I don't give a rat's ass about your bloody police!" he snapped. "Tell me where Harry is! What did you do with your nephew?" Dursley ranted while his wife screamed. Remus turned his wand to the wall full of pictures.

"Reducto!" Dursley stopped ranting and his wife screamed even louder as the wall blew apart, along with the pictures.

"You, you…!" Dursley's color had faded in an instant. "You madman! You just blew up my wall!"

"I'll blow up your entire house if you don't tell me where Harry is." For a moment Remus felt guilty as he heard Dursley's baby crying from another room…then remembered Harry, how James and Lily died for their child…

And these horrible people didn't even bring him inside.

"Petrificus totalus!" he sent to Petunia as she went for the phone.

"You just, you, you killed my wife!"

"I didn't kill her, you troll-brained moron," Remus snapped. "Look, I don't want this to get any worse." It had already gotten out of hand, he thought miserably. He hadn't really meant to cast spells on them… "I can undo the damage…well, some of it. Er, there isn't much I can do about the wall…Better wizards probably could, but I'm not that good," he rambled nervously. "But I can put your wife back to normal. Just tell me where Harry is." He was trying to remain calm.

"I don't know!" Dursley yelled.

"Expulso!" Another wall blew up. Remus heard creaks—the house was becoming unstable.

"Stop blowing up my bloody walls!"

"Stop making it so tempting to blow you up!" Dursley shrank back, mumbling helplessly. Remus groaned; he felt more like screaming. "Just. Tell. Me. What. Happened."

Dursley gulped. "There, there was a woman."

"What did she look like?"

"Red hair, I think."

"You think? Are you as blind as you are daft?"

"Don't insult me!" He shrank back, expecting another spell.

Remus rolled his eyes. "Oh, for pity's sake. Go on."

"It was dark out! She, she looked young. A little older than you, maybe. She f-found the…the boy—"

"Harry," Remus corrected angrily. "His name is Harry."

"Found Harry, and tried to give him to us. But then she decided she wanted him," Dursley continued.

"And you just let her take him?" Dursley looked down.

"Incedio!" The couch burst into flames. Dursley jumped back.

"What the bloody hell was that for?"

"Anger management!" Remus snapped. "It was either the couch or you." He took a deep breath. He had to get out of here. He didn't know what he was doing; he saw what Lily meant when she'd said that anger brings the worst out of people. He had to leave before he did anything worse.

But first, he had to find Harry. For James, for Lily.

"Do you know anything about this woman? Where she came from? Who she is? What she was doing here?" Dursley thought for a moment, and looked afraid to answer. "Dursley? Your house isn't looking too well, and I'm in a very explosive mood."

"I don't know her name," he said. "But, but she said she was an assassin."

Remus stared a moment. He shook his head. "That's, that's as joke right? It's not funny; I'm not in the mood for jokes. Tell the truth." Dursley refused to look at him. Remus felt white-hot anger burn inside him. "You gave you nephew to an assassin? You bloody fool, you stupid, stupid git!" Remus had never hated anyone so much as this Dursley, this cowardly, stupid, bigoted fool. He had never hated Snape this much, never hated Greyback so much. He raised his wand.

For Lily.

He pointed it at Dursley, who screamed.

For James.

"Confringo."

Please don't kill me. Umm, heh?

Er, so yeah...awkward.

I really hope you guys liked this chapter. The only thing I'm sorta worried about here is Remus seeming out of character.

Bear in mind, he's just lost all his friends. James and Lily? Dead. Peter? He thinks he's dead. Sirius? Thinks Sirius caused all that. Possible friendship with the Longbottoms, or really any other member of the order? Probably busy, or in the Longbottom's case, tortured to insanity. Now his friend's child is missing, and Dumbledore's kinda annoying in his mistake timing.

As a whole...Remus really wasn't in the mood to have uncooperative Dursley's, AND finding out that they apparently gave Harry over to an ASSASSIN without question.

Kinda like Dumbledore's dad, when I think about it. Not bad, or prejudiced, just really mad. So, hopefully this doesn't read as being too OOC.

In other news, I've updated Gambler's Stone, The Best Man, and Avengers Tower within the last few days, if any of you want to take a look. Umm...what else was there?

Oh, I'm also on fictionpress. I've uploaded one chapter of my own story...Umm, to say the least, response would be much appreciated as I've got...three views and no reviews. Heh. Not trying to force anybody, but, yeah, that would be much appreciated.