A/N: Hey guys! First I want to say a big THANK YOU to everyone who favorited/reviewed/followed this prologue. This is the last chapter for the prologue but don't worry, there will be more Remus and Harry in the form of one-shots and soon a full story that's being written currently. I'm sorry if this seems a bit rushed. I will admit I tend to have some problems with ending stories and though they may not seem rushed to others, I feel that they're rushed.

And I feel that I need to write this out considering how sensitive Americans are these days about racial slurs:

To the guest reviewer who mentioned being tired of seeing Lily being a forgiving person for being called the equivalent of the N word... being African American...I think I would KNOW what being called an N word feels like. Been there; done that; forgiven but did not forget the people who uttered that slur. There are quite a few racial slurs that mudblood can be equivalent to, not just that word. Anyway, since you did not sign in, I couldn't exactly reply to your comment so I'll put it here: I see Lily as a hot-tempered, not to be messed with respectful witch. However, I also see her as a forgiving person. Yes, she should be angry and hurt by what Severus said, but she also can grow as a person and not hold a grudge where she hates the man for all eternity because of an emotional outburst. So yes, she's forgiven him and gave him her potions book. They were each other's first friend. If that bothers you that she's a forgiving person, please sign in and let me know. I'll give your review a look over and think on it.

To everyone else, please enjoy the last chapter and don't forget to review! And I realized that I did not do this in the other chapters so I will go back and try to edit them, but in case anyone tries to report me...

Disclaimer (for this chapter and the previous 2): I do not own Harry Potter. The rights to this wondeful series belongs to the lovely J.K. Rowling. The only thing I own are my plot bunnies, this pencil and notebook, and the computer in which to post these plot bunnies. Thanks!

*~R.J.L.H.J.P~*

'This is an airport? If this is how muggles travel all the time I surely would love to avoid it'

Remus was quite amazed at how many people were gathered at Heathrow Airport this late at night. It was about 9 in the evening and Remus had made it to the airport thirty minutes prior to that. He had managed to navigate his way to a muggle transport called a cab and once at the airport successfully cleared any security checks, although one of the TSA raised a calculating eyebrow and eyed Remus warily when he placed his wand in the bucket to be scanned, which of course promptly messed with the electric machine and shut it down. After fifteen minutes of the workers trying to fix the machinery and having to listen to the fussy and grumpy passengers behind Remus, the TSA workers just waved him on and he was able to continue through to his terminal.

'It's probably a good thing that magic doesn't work with muggle electricity or devices. I would have had to explain why I was carrying what they would essentially consider just a stick in my pocket.' Remus said after sitting down with Harry in his lap. The child had slept soundly through all of the commotion after Remus had given Harry a bottle -that he had secretly warmed up- in the cab and was laced with a droplet of Dreamless Sleep. He didn't want to have Harry cast accidental magic around a plane full of muggles or accidentally mess with the captain and flight crew.

The two wizards were sitting for only a minute before the call came for Remus to make his way over to the gate. He only had two bags with him: Harry's baby bag and his own satchel that would most likely sit at his feet on the flight. After getting settled in their seats- in first class no less- Remus settled Harry down in his lap and reclined in his seat by the window. He looked out at the night sky as the plane roared to life and slowly crawled to the runway. The plane stopped for a minute and Remus was able to look at the airport and think about the times he had in England; the good times and the bad, the happy times and the sad. He looked down at the sleeping child in his arms as Harry shifted in his sleep and curled further into Remus' chest with a smile.

Looking back out the window, Remus almost panicked a bit when he felt the plane move faster and faster, but instead of some strange feeling he thought he would have to get used to, it felt just like taking off on a broom and the wizard soon relaxed into his seat and watched as the country he called home vanished under the clouds and winked out of sight.

'Goodbye England. Hello America.'

*~R.J.L.H.J.P~*

Harry wasn't happy. His nappy was dirty, his ears were hurting, and he was hungry. Normally he wouldn't put up this much of a fuss because the lady and the scary man would yell at him or hurt him, but he was with his Moony so he knew that his Moony wouldn't be mean to him. But why wasn't he helping him? Moony! Moony!

Remus gently rocked Harry as he tried to calm him down. He knew Harry needed changing and he just sent a stewardess to heat up a bottle which he hoped would calm Harry down a little. He would have liked to change his cub but they were about to descend onto the tarmac and he was told to stay seated while the plane landed. He also didn't wish to torture the other patrons of the plane with the smells of changing a baby*, though it seemed a few older women on the plane seemed to look on with sympathy and understanding. Thankfully Harry was only wet and wasn't completely dirty. The stewardess finally returned with the bottle and Remus gave it to Harry who held onto it and drank greedily. For the time being, he was quiet and Remus released a sigh of relief. There was an older woman across the way who leaned over into the aisle.

"It's not easy having to bring the wee ones onto the plane. The altitude bothers their ears and gives them quite the headache, and bathroom breaks are hard to make with the plane rocking or landing." she commented with her Scottish accent.

Remus didn't know exactly what to say so instead he just smiled. The woman returned his gesture before looking at Harry who was halfway finished with his bottle. "Is he your only child?"

"Yes. He's actually my godson. His parents had an unfortunate accident and he was left in my care," Remus answered vaguely. There was no need to actually give out more information and he hoped that the woman wouldn't ask anymore.

"Oh, the wee bairn. Such a terrible tragedy," the woman looked at Remus once more as he was focused on Harry and smiling at the child. "You'll make a great father for him, lad. Make sure he grows to be big and strong like his godfather."

Remus stared at the woman for a moment before thanking her. The plane began its decent and Remus held Harry closer to his chest to brace for landing. Thankfully the landing was a smooth one and soon Remus and Harry were off the metal contraption, making their way out through the terminal to the nearest bathroom so that Harry could be changed. Once Remus had a happier baby on his hands, the two wizards went through customs and then to the entrance of the airport where, surprisingly, there was a young woman holding up a sign with his name on it. He tried to shift his eyes as he made eye contact with the woman but she came closer to him and peered at him.

"Are you Remus Lupin?" she asked. She looked no older than him, possibly in her late teens compared to his twenty-one years of age.

"Uh…" Remus hesitated on his answer. He didn't wish to give away his information in case an ambush was waiting for him the minute he exited the airport.

The girl scowled at the hesitation, then realized that maybe he needed a little more incentive to give out his name. Her mother had informed her that a man would be arriving at John F. Kennedy airport around this time and she had given her the name of the man as well; Remus John Lupin. She was quite positive that this was the man as he had stared at her while she held up the sign and then averted his gaze when she made eye contact. She realized that he was not going to be very forthcoming and instead of scowling, shook her head and gave him a bright smile.

"I apologize for my lack of manners," the woman held out her hand, "I'm Marigold Stephens, Mari for short. I'm the daughter of Acacia Evens-Stephens who is the youngest sister of Heather Evans who in turn is the mother of Lily Potter nee Evans."

Remus narrowed his eyes as he registered the information from the woman. This would make this woman Lily's cousin. Remus stared at the young woman with distrust as his suspicious nature kicked in again. It was too convenient for Lily's supposed cousin to appear at the airport to wait on him. Besides, Lily never mentioned a cousin in her letter or during their time at school. The letter just mentioned Acacia. How could he be sure that this woman was the aunt's daughter?

Mari noticed the look on Remus' face and quickly pulled out a letter from her pocket. She scanned it and smacked herself lightly on her forehead. "Of course you would give me that look. Again, my apologies. Both Lily and I have this old aunt whom I had the unfortunate luck to be named after, Marigold Lawson, who lived in upstate New York. She's the youngest sister of our grandmother…" Mari trailed off as she noticed Remus had slowly began walking towards a yellow cab.

"Wait! What I'm saying is the truth!"

"What you're saying sounds recited and a bit too convenient for my liking. You just so happen to be the cousin of Lily, have a mutual aunt who lived in New York, and somehow knew that I would arrive at the airport with Lily's son. Exactly how do you expect me to take all of this information? Especially since I never phoned ahead to Acacia to let her know I was arriving," Remus snapped as he turned to look at her with a glare.

"Take the information as it is and just deal with it," Mari replied just as testily.

Remus shook his head and turned away once again toward the line of cabs waiting at the far end of the entrance. Before he could go much farther he felt a bubble surround him and he turned around with his wand out, ready to defend Harry and himself from the person who would dare to attack them.

"Relax. It's just a privacy spell to prevent No-Majs from over hearing us," Mari said as she walked closer to Remus, stopping as the wizard raised his hand slightly. She could see he was ready to cast a spell and smirked at him. "Before you send a hex my way, let me give you some more information. Your name is Remus Lupin. You went to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with Lily from nineteen seventy-one to nineteen seventy-eight. Your friends were James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. You are a werewolf. Your friends became Animagai in their fifth year in order to keep you company on the full moon every month and you were Head Boy and Prefect during your time at school. You received a letter from Lily after her death stating you to be the second godfather of her son, Harry Potter. You were given instructions to bring Harry to America to start a new life together as her idiotic and atrocious sister, my magic hating and extremely jealous cousin, Petunia, would most definitely treat Harry less than dirt and worse than a House Elf," she paused in her tirade, "should I continue?"

Remus just stared at the woman with his mouth gaping. Mari took that as her cue to pull out the letter from her pocket and hold it out. "I'm not a stalker. Most of this is information I received from Lily over the years that we both were in school," Mari tilted her head to the side in thought, "although I do wonder how Lily even considered marrying James when she would write to me saying how much of a jerk he was towards her and her friend, Severus. I always figured that those two would get married but I guess fate had other plans."

Mari stared at Remus and waved the paper in his face, which pulled him out of whatever stupor he was in. He shifted Harry, who had started to doze, to his shoulder before opening the letter he was handed.

"The werewolf information came in that letter to my mother. Of course, I didn't know what time you would actually land here until my mother yelled at me to quickly make my way down here to retrieve you. My mother is a Seer, and apparently she saw you arriving at this time."

Remus read the letter over quickly. It pretty much read the same as his own letter with a few alterations for the specific person, but nonetheless it was the same. Remus looked back at Marigold who was just staring at him with a raised eyebrow as if to say 'Have I satisfied your lack of trust in me?'. Remus watched the girl warily before handing back the paper.

"I don't trust you, not yet at least. However, if you are truly Lily's cousin, then I suppose I will allow you to take me where I need to be."

Mari rolled her eyes and pulled her car keys out of her pocket. "Well it's about time you came to your senses. Come on, the car is this way and it's already installed with a car seat for Harry."

"A what?" Remus asked as he followed after the woman.

*~R.J.L.H.J.P~*

Acacia sat in her living room with her daughter and their guests, watching with a slight smile at how the elder of the two wizards continuously looked around himself and held onto the baby in his lap tightly regardless of how much the child was wiggling to be released. She knew he would be skeptical and anxious and she honestly couldn't blame him. When you suddenly become the guardian of the most famous wizard in the world, The Boy Who Lived, it was a given that one would be wary of everything around them for fear of being ambushed or harm coming toward the child. Thankfully, there weren't any crazed dark witches or wizards who followed after that lunatic from England here in America. Oh sure, America had their fair share of dark witches and wizards, like the time that Gellert Grindelwald infiltrated MACUSA in the twenties, otherwise the American Auror force would be out of jobs, but none of those fanatic murderers with their insane sense of self-righteousness originated from this country so the two wizards were relatively safe from anyone attempting revenge for their 'Dark Lord'.

Mari sat in an armchair that allowed her to see both her mother and Remus clearly without having to do much but move her eyes if she wanted to. She watched as Remus observed his surroundings and had to force herself not to roll her eyes as he eyed the staircase for the third time as of someone were planning to ambush him.

"You know, if we had wanted to kill you or Harry it could have been done the minute you stepped out of the terminal," Mari said sarcastically bringing Remus's attention to herself, "There's no one else in the house except the four of us."

"And I'm just supposed to believe you?" Remus asked narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

"Well…I suppose not, considering you don't know us. But even so, we're not going to harm you Remus, so please relax yourself. You're making me nervous just by watching you."

Remus stared at the girl sitting to the left of him. He didn't know these women, he was in a new country now having to raise his best friend's son, and he had no clue if he was being hunted currently as they speak. But something about Marigold eased his tensions and suspicions and he relaxed a bit, allowing his body to sink gratefully into the blue and silver couch that he was sitting on. He gently placed Harry down next to him. The toddler moved to get off the couch that was a bit too high for him to even crawl off of and Remus was tiring himself out fighting with the one-year old as he continued to pull him to the back of the couch to sit.

"Leave the child be, son. He won't get into much mischief and I have child wards on any sharp edges and other things. I have many young grandchildren who are quite accident prone," the elder of the two witches stated with a chuckle.

Remus sighed in defeat and allowed Harry to slide off the couch and wander around the room, his balance seemingly intact for a child who just learned how to walk in June. With Harry exploring the room on his own, Remus took the time to actually take in his surroundings. The three adults sat in a small living room decorated in floral blues, whites, and purple flowers patterns on the couches and curtains. The oval carpet, in which the couch and the two arm chairs were sitting on, was a deep royal blue. Over on the right-hand side of the room was a fire place that was lit and glowing brightly, keeping the occupants of the room warm and cozy. The staircase leading to the bedrooms outside of the living room was visible to Remus from where he sat. His analysis of the room finally landed back on the elder woman who was watching him with a soft smile and he quickly averted his eyes to his hands.

"There's no need to be shy, child. It is quite understandable that you are watching your surroundings and that's actually a good habit to keep, especially being a werewolf and the new guardian of Harry," Acacia took a dip from her tea, "I just wish my youngest daughter would be as cautious as you are," she said off handily.

"Mom," Mari said in exasperation.

"All I'm saying is that you being a werewolf should give you a better sense of self-preservation like Remus here."

"You're a werewolf?" Remus asked finally looking up in surprise. 'How did I not sense or smell that on her?'

"My life isn't in danger of being obliterated here in America like his would be in England. I have a pack that has trained and taught me how to protect myself," Mari looked at Remus who was giving her a calculating look, "If you're wondering how you weren't able to sense why I was a werewolf it's because of the training I just spoke about, something you obviously never had if those fading scars on your face are anything to go by."

"What do you mean by 'training'? There's nothing to train when being cursed like this. All we do is destroy and hurt people." Remus muttered angrily.

"That's where you're mistaken, Remus," Mari said sadly. "They've warped your mind something awful across the pond. For werewolves here in America, if we're surrounded by elders and pack members we can live amongst other witches and wizards without trying to hide ourselves from them as if we were registered sex offenders."

"I don't hide myself from others."

"That's bullshit and you know it, but I won't press you," the younger werewolf said harshly. She softened her tone when she noticed Harry jump at the tone of her voice. "The next full moon is next month so we'll see how you are by then after your living arrangements are settled," she said softly as she looked down at the cooling liquid in her tea cup.

Remus narrowed his eyes but also didn't say anything else on the subject. There was no way to make the life of a werewolf better. They were condemned the minute they were turned. Although, he couldn't deny to himself that the idea of having other werewolves that didn't follow after that crazed lunatic as a pack did sound appealing. He gave Mari another calculating look before quickly shifting his gaze down to Harry just as she looked up from her tea. The small child looked up at Remus and gave him a gummy smile, his four teeth prominent as his shirt became covered in drool. The older wizard smiled back softly which prompted Harry to crawl over to hug Remus' leg.

"So," Remus started as he put his hand on Harry's head, "about this house…"

"Ah yes! I almost forgot what with all the excitement in having you and Harry here," Acacia said as she slowly stood up from her seat. She walked over to the small bookcase in the room and pulled out a book. From the book she pulled out a thick envelope. "Here's the deed to the house and some money that Lily asked Mari to pull out of the bank for you. There's enough to last you through to the New Year."

Remus took the envelope. Acacia motioned to Mari who drained her cooled tea and moved over to the two wizards. She picked Harry up along with the baby bag. "We should get going then. It's about a four-hour ride to your new house," she bounced Harry on her hip and tickled the tot, making him laugh loudly. "You ready to see your new home, Harry?"

Harry giggled and clapped his hands, babbling loudly as Mari strode out the house to the car. Remus stood from his seat and placed the envelope in his back pocket. He had to go through all of them as he had a load of envelopes from Lily. He still couldn't believe this would be his new life. Living in America with Harry, meeting new people, being a family with his godson. The question he had for himself was, could he actually do it?

A hand gently placed itself on his arm and the wizard looked into the brown eyes of Acacia. "Everything happens for a reason, young man. You will be alright. You both will. You'll see."

Remus absorbed the woman's words gratefully. With a smile, he took the old woman's hand and kissed the back of it gently before thanking her. He left the house after his godson and the woman who would soon be driving them to their new home in Binghamton, New York.

*~R.J.L.H.J.P~*

A/N: That's all folks! Hope you enjoyed this story! Please let me know what you think and be on the look out for more of Remus and little Harry. Ja Ne~