No More Hiding
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Adult ++
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7
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6,909
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65
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chapter 2
AN: whoo! Chapter 2! Probably won’t get to 3 until tomorrow.
Thrnbrooke—thanks! Here it is!
Annie—I agree, this plot has been done before…but what hasn’t? I appreciate the faith you have in me turning this isn’t something that’s my own. And I hope I will…it is going to take at least two more chapters (or maybe one, we’ll see) before it moves quicker and things come to light. ( a few things will pop up in the next one at least, starting a minor–ish plot line)
CHAPTER 2
Jimmying the lock, Harry retrieved his trunk and wand from the cupboard under the stairs. “Might as well get some homework done while I can, then I won’t have to worry about it later. I wonder if Hermione is already done with hers,” Harry said to himself while dragging the trunk upstairs. Sitting at his desk with his Potions book in front of him, Harry suddenly realized that he hadn’t heard from his two best friends yet this summer. “One more thing to ask Remus about,” he thought to himself. He pushed the musings out of his head and focused on getting his least favorite subject out of the way first. “Veritaserum is so bloody complicated! We all know the uses for it, so why do we have to write a stupid essay on it? Ugh, this sucks.”
By the time he was done with the assignment, he was exhausted and ready for bed. Putting away his things, the young man shuffled over to the bed, barely making it horizontal before he was asleep.
Sleep was not as restful as he wished it was. Sirius falling through the veil kept replaying over and over in his mind. He woke up the next morning sweaty and even more drained. Giving up on sleep, Harry got ready for the day, making himself some breakfast downstairs, then showering and brushing his teeth before sitting down to do his charms and transfiguration homework.
At 12:00 Harry set about making scones and biscuits for tea and making sure the house was clean and presentable for his guest.
Promptly, at 2:00, Remus was knocking at the door. Harry ran to answer it, emerald eyes shining bright with happiness to see his friend.
“Well, I wish everyone greeted me so enthusiastically,” the werewolf chuckled at Harry’s display. “It’s good to see you, too,” Remus told the youth as he accepted the offered hug.
“Come in, come in, I’ve just put the tea on to boil.” Harry closed the door behind Remus and they went into the kitchen to sit. “How are you, Moony?”
“As well as can be right now,” he answered with a sad smile. “Seeing you helps a lot. Thank you for inviting me.” Harry got up to serve the tea and snacks while he was talking. Settling back down, Harry decided to just jump right in.
“Remus, I need your help with something, but please feel free to say no. I’m going to go through with this regardless, but I would really like to do this with you and spend time with you.”
“I’ll help you with whatever I can, but you are starting to worry me with that kind of talk, as if Dumbledore will get mad at us for whatever this is.”
“It’s nothing bad, I swear. I just need someone to bounce ideas off of and get advise from.” Harry proceeded to explain his plan to his friend and then waited patiently for the reply.
“Oh, Harry,” Remus said, smiling broadly at the boy, “I have no problem helping you with this. It’s about time you decided to stop hiding who you are. I know that you’ve been struggling a lot with the pressure put on your shoulders, and this will only help keep you strong.” Remus was almost crying now, even though he still had a smile on his face. “I was so afraid that you would get lost in all the games and manipulations of this war.”
“Oh, so you noticed that, too, did you?” Harry asked in a dry tone. “Wasn’t sure if I was going crazy or I really was just being treated like a weapon instead of a boy with feelings and opinions about how his life should be lead.” Remus’ only reply to that was a raised eyebrow and soft chuckle. “So my relatives are gone until August 1st and at that point I hope to be gone from here as well.”
“I will ask the Headmaster if you can come stay with me at the cottage in France for the month of August. It was one of Siri’s places.” Remus looked like he was going to cry, and was grateful when Harry gave him a half hug. “Which reminds me, I brought you a copy of the will. You don’t have to read it now if you don’t want, but basically it just says that he left you everything from the Black Estate and some money for me. It’s ironic that you wrote to me yesterday seeing as I was about to write you about the will and his new status.”
“New status?” Harry asked, still staring at the parchment Remus put on the table in front of him.
“Yes, after the Department of Mysteries attack, Fudge was forced to recognize that Voldemort was back. And subsequently, that Peter was still alive and that Sirius was innocent.” Now he really was crying. Harry had tears falling as well, and they sat there a while longer grieving together.
“Enough of that now, what did you want to do first?” Remus asked, breaking the silence.
“Um, well, I was kind of hoping to get some new clothes. Merlin knows enough people comment on how awful I look all the time.”
“Good idea. Let’s start with physical things first. From there we will move on to educational material, and then spend a good amount of time with mental and emotional topics,” Remus declared, slipping into teaching mode. “We can come up with an actual list while shopping. The physical and educational stuff can pretty much be done at the same time. We’ll use these two weeks for that, and then save everything else for when we get you out of here.” Harry agreed at once and went upstairs to clean up so they could go shopping in Muggle London in half an hour.
Remus waited downstairs, thanking whoever was responsible for giving Harry this time to get himself together. He knew that things weren’t right in this household and that Harry was keeping a lot to himself so as not to burden others. He would get it out of him somehow, making his case to get him out of there stronger, so there was no way Albus could deny his request to bring Harry with him to France.
Full of energy and anticipation for new clothes that fit, Harry bounded down the stairs declaring himself ready. He had a good amount of Muggle money, so they didn’t need to stop at Gringotts first.
*
Walking through the central shopping district, they window shopped. Taking note of what caught Harry’s eye, the started actually entering shops to try random items on. In the end, Harry had leaned towards punk clothes, leather, vinyl, and the appropriate accessories.
While in the fitting room, Harry decided to broach the subject of his friends. “Moony? Can I ask you something?”
“Of course, and if I have an answer, I just might give it,” he replied cheekily.
“Very funny. Think you’re a comedian, do you?” They both laughed and Harry finished putting on the low riding leather trousers (the second attempt now, as he realized the first time around that boxers and leather pants don’t work). “No, really now, why haven’t I heard from Ron and Hermione? I got a letter from Ginny, from Neville, and from Luna. Hell half the Old Crowd has written to me, but not a word from my two best mates.” The pants finally on, a tight sleeveless green shirt and a bullet belt, Harry walked out of the stall to show Remus. “So they can’t use the excuse that they aren’t allowed. I wouldn’t get any letters if that was the case. Please tell me what is going on?”
Remus watched Harry model the latest outfit and gave him two thumbs up. “You are definitely getting that outfit, cub. It shows off how much good Quidditch does you.”
“Yeah? I guess since Mrs. Weasely sent me lots of food right away, I don’t look like my usual starved self. Good thing, too, since they weren’t giving me any food at all this time around.” Harry didn’t even realize what he had said as he was preoccupied with looking at himself in the mirror.
“WHAT?” Remus exclaimed, anger rising very quickly at this new information.
Completely oblivious to the outrage currently displayed behind him, Harry goes back into the fitting room to try the next ensemble. “So will you tell me what’s up with Ron and ‘Mione? I know Hedwig delivered my letters to them, so why no reply?”
Remus took a few deep breathes and promised himself to bring up his eating habits in Surrey when they got home for dinner. Once he considered his emotions under control, he suddenly wished that he wasn’t answering the question. “Ahhhh—”.
Harry kicked the stall door open to look the man in the eye. “Moony,” he drew out the name, “Moony what aren’t you telling me? What makes the answer to a simple question not so simple?”
“You are not going to like this,” he replied softly, “not at all.”
TBC…
Thrnbrooke—thanks! Here it is!
Annie—I agree, this plot has been done before…but what hasn’t? I appreciate the faith you have in me turning this isn’t something that’s my own. And I hope I will…it is going to take at least two more chapters (or maybe one, we’ll see) before it moves quicker and things come to light. ( a few things will pop up in the next one at least, starting a minor–ish plot line)
CHAPTER 2
Jimmying the lock, Harry retrieved his trunk and wand from the cupboard under the stairs. “Might as well get some homework done while I can, then I won’t have to worry about it later. I wonder if Hermione is already done with hers,” Harry said to himself while dragging the trunk upstairs. Sitting at his desk with his Potions book in front of him, Harry suddenly realized that he hadn’t heard from his two best friends yet this summer. “One more thing to ask Remus about,” he thought to himself. He pushed the musings out of his head and focused on getting his least favorite subject out of the way first. “Veritaserum is so bloody complicated! We all know the uses for it, so why do we have to write a stupid essay on it? Ugh, this sucks.”
By the time he was done with the assignment, he was exhausted and ready for bed. Putting away his things, the young man shuffled over to the bed, barely making it horizontal before he was asleep.
Sleep was not as restful as he wished it was. Sirius falling through the veil kept replaying over and over in his mind. He woke up the next morning sweaty and even more drained. Giving up on sleep, Harry got ready for the day, making himself some breakfast downstairs, then showering and brushing his teeth before sitting down to do his charms and transfiguration homework.
At 12:00 Harry set about making scones and biscuits for tea and making sure the house was clean and presentable for his guest.
Promptly, at 2:00, Remus was knocking at the door. Harry ran to answer it, emerald eyes shining bright with happiness to see his friend.
“Well, I wish everyone greeted me so enthusiastically,” the werewolf chuckled at Harry’s display. “It’s good to see you, too,” Remus told the youth as he accepted the offered hug.
“Come in, come in, I’ve just put the tea on to boil.” Harry closed the door behind Remus and they went into the kitchen to sit. “How are you, Moony?”
“As well as can be right now,” he answered with a sad smile. “Seeing you helps a lot. Thank you for inviting me.” Harry got up to serve the tea and snacks while he was talking. Settling back down, Harry decided to just jump right in.
“Remus, I need your help with something, but please feel free to say no. I’m going to go through with this regardless, but I would really like to do this with you and spend time with you.”
“I’ll help you with whatever I can, but you are starting to worry me with that kind of talk, as if Dumbledore will get mad at us for whatever this is.”
“It’s nothing bad, I swear. I just need someone to bounce ideas off of and get advise from.” Harry proceeded to explain his plan to his friend and then waited patiently for the reply.
“Oh, Harry,” Remus said, smiling broadly at the boy, “I have no problem helping you with this. It’s about time you decided to stop hiding who you are. I know that you’ve been struggling a lot with the pressure put on your shoulders, and this will only help keep you strong.” Remus was almost crying now, even though he still had a smile on his face. “I was so afraid that you would get lost in all the games and manipulations of this war.”
“Oh, so you noticed that, too, did you?” Harry asked in a dry tone. “Wasn’t sure if I was going crazy or I really was just being treated like a weapon instead of a boy with feelings and opinions about how his life should be lead.” Remus’ only reply to that was a raised eyebrow and soft chuckle. “So my relatives are gone until August 1st and at that point I hope to be gone from here as well.”
“I will ask the Headmaster if you can come stay with me at the cottage in France for the month of August. It was one of Siri’s places.” Remus looked like he was going to cry, and was grateful when Harry gave him a half hug. “Which reminds me, I brought you a copy of the will. You don’t have to read it now if you don’t want, but basically it just says that he left you everything from the Black Estate and some money for me. It’s ironic that you wrote to me yesterday seeing as I was about to write you about the will and his new status.”
“New status?” Harry asked, still staring at the parchment Remus put on the table in front of him.
“Yes, after the Department of Mysteries attack, Fudge was forced to recognize that Voldemort was back. And subsequently, that Peter was still alive and that Sirius was innocent.” Now he really was crying. Harry had tears falling as well, and they sat there a while longer grieving together.
“Enough of that now, what did you want to do first?” Remus asked, breaking the silence.
“Um, well, I was kind of hoping to get some new clothes. Merlin knows enough people comment on how awful I look all the time.”
“Good idea. Let’s start with physical things first. From there we will move on to educational material, and then spend a good amount of time with mental and emotional topics,” Remus declared, slipping into teaching mode. “We can come up with an actual list while shopping. The physical and educational stuff can pretty much be done at the same time. We’ll use these two weeks for that, and then save everything else for when we get you out of here.” Harry agreed at once and went upstairs to clean up so they could go shopping in Muggle London in half an hour.
Remus waited downstairs, thanking whoever was responsible for giving Harry this time to get himself together. He knew that things weren’t right in this household and that Harry was keeping a lot to himself so as not to burden others. He would get it out of him somehow, making his case to get him out of there stronger, so there was no way Albus could deny his request to bring Harry with him to France.
Full of energy and anticipation for new clothes that fit, Harry bounded down the stairs declaring himself ready. He had a good amount of Muggle money, so they didn’t need to stop at Gringotts first.
*
Walking through the central shopping district, they window shopped. Taking note of what caught Harry’s eye, the started actually entering shops to try random items on. In the end, Harry had leaned towards punk clothes, leather, vinyl, and the appropriate accessories.
While in the fitting room, Harry decided to broach the subject of his friends. “Moony? Can I ask you something?”
“Of course, and if I have an answer, I just might give it,” he replied cheekily.
“Very funny. Think you’re a comedian, do you?” They both laughed and Harry finished putting on the low riding leather trousers (the second attempt now, as he realized the first time around that boxers and leather pants don’t work). “No, really now, why haven’t I heard from Ron and Hermione? I got a letter from Ginny, from Neville, and from Luna. Hell half the Old Crowd has written to me, but not a word from my two best mates.” The pants finally on, a tight sleeveless green shirt and a bullet belt, Harry walked out of the stall to show Remus. “So they can’t use the excuse that they aren’t allowed. I wouldn’t get any letters if that was the case. Please tell me what is going on?”
Remus watched Harry model the latest outfit and gave him two thumbs up. “You are definitely getting that outfit, cub. It shows off how much good Quidditch does you.”
“Yeah? I guess since Mrs. Weasely sent me lots of food right away, I don’t look like my usual starved self. Good thing, too, since they weren’t giving me any food at all this time around.” Harry didn’t even realize what he had said as he was preoccupied with looking at himself in the mirror.
“WHAT?” Remus exclaimed, anger rising very quickly at this new information.
Completely oblivious to the outrage currently displayed behind him, Harry goes back into the fitting room to try the next ensemble. “So will you tell me what’s up with Ron and ‘Mione? I know Hedwig delivered my letters to them, so why no reply?”
Remus took a few deep breathes and promised himself to bring up his eating habits in Surrey when they got home for dinner. Once he considered his emotions under control, he suddenly wished that he wasn’t answering the question. “Ahhhh—”.
Harry kicked the stall door open to look the man in the eye. “Moony,” he drew out the name, “Moony what aren’t you telling me? What makes the answer to a simple question not so simple?”
“You are not going to like this,” he replied softly, “not at all.”
TBC…