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Turn Back Time	By : SStarLuna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1617 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rating: PG-13 for now, may change later. Will be slash later in the story: HP/?, JP/LE

Spoilers: Books 1-5. Do not read unless you have FINISHED The Order of the Phoenix.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot. All Harry Potter� characters and settings are the sole intellectual property of JK Rowling, Warner Bros. and various others who all aren't connected to me in any way. No money is being made with this fanfiction and no copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter 3: Four Weeks and a Full Moon Part 1

Harry tuned out the noise made by the gathering people in the hallway. His attention rested solely on the life-sized portrait of Mrs Black who was still laughing, having not noticed the arrival of Harry. He gestured to Remus, who walked up to Harry with a wary look.

"Remus" began Harry in an urgent whisper. He looked at the older man, his green eyes burning with fire, pleading with curious amber eyes. "Do you trust me?" Remus scrutinised Harry before nodding. "Then I need you to do something for me" and whispered what he needed Remus to do in his ear. Remus nodded once to show his acceptance and moved so that he was directly in front of the laughing Mrs Black. A grim, satisfied smile graced Remus' face before he raised his wand, casting a spell on the portrait before Mrs Black realised anything was awry. The small group of people looked between the stone faced Boy-Who-Lived, a smiling Remus, and a confused Mrs Black. There was a moment of silence before the screams of Mrs Black were heard again.

"HA! IS THAT ALL YOU CAN DO? FILTHY HALF-BREED! CAN'T EVEN CAST A SPELL! YOU CAN'T REMOVE ME FROM THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS! PATHETIC CREATURE!"

All eyes turned to look at the man in question, who just raised his eyebrow at the portrait. Confused stares followed him as he nodded to Harry and walked away. In turn, Harry moved to stand in front of the portrait once more, hiding the object in his hand behind his body. Wide eyes filled with fear however, were locked on the item, torn between running away from Harry or watching with a morbid curiosity as to what was going to happen.

"SO THE HALFBLOOD-WHO-KILLED HAS RETURNED! READY TO HEAR MORE TRUTHS?"

"Actually, my parents were a witch and a wizard, so I believe that makes me a pureblood, of the Potter line" he drawled lazily as several mouths fell open in amazement. "You seem to be rather ignorant about bloodlines" commented Harry.

"SO WHAT! YOU STILL BEFOUL THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS! YOU ARE MERELY ANOTHER BLOOD TRAITOR, LIKE THAT ABOMINATION YOU GOT RID OFF! HOPEFULLY YOU'LL GO THE SAME WAY!"

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't. Better to be a 'blood traitor' than to follow Voldemort. It won't matter to you anyway, you're still dead and soon no longer able to worry about who's a blood traitor or not" replied Harry.

"YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME! THAT TRAITOR TRIED MANY TIMES AND SO DID THE REST OF THE SCUM IN THIS HOUSE! THERE ARE TOO MANY CHARMS ON THIS FRAME. YOU'LL NEVER GET ME OFF THE WALL! HA HA HA!"

"Famous last words" commented Harry as he casually held the knife he had brought from the kitchen in plain view of Mrs Black. He stepped up to the portrait and held the knife against the frame, occasionally tapping. Mrs Black's cries had stopped and she looked on confused until she realised what Harry meant to do. She moved, as if to leave and find safety in another frame, but found to her horror that she couldn't leave.

"Can't cast spells you say? I do believe the one I cast was rather effective, don't you think so Harry?" remarked Remus, who startled Tonks as he came up from behind her, carrying a large chair. Placing the chair in front of the portrait, he moved to stand next to Harry. "You deserve this. You made Sirius' life a misery for too many years, and now you're interfering with our work and our lives. This time it stops!" he growled.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME, I FORBID IT!"

"Shut up you horrible hag! You and most of your pureblooded idiotic family thought so highly of themselves? Look at what's happened, they're all dead! The last and best Black is dead" hissed Harry, tears in his eyes as he remembered Sirius.

"Sirius was a good man, someone who went to hell and came out fighting at the other end. He was a man who loved, he was someone worth loving! What are you, but a reminder of the past that should be burnt and forgotten. Your family, your pureblooded family are all dead, and the rest have marked their lives away to a madman, who will end up killing them all! You deserve everything you get. You looked down on Sirius, on muggles and muggle-borns, well SURPRISE! Magic isn't everything! You are no better than other people just because your blood is 'pure'!" Harry spat. "After all, I'm going to get rid of you using a muggle knife! What a pathetic way to end, isn't it?" he finished with a cold smile at the shocked woman in the fame.

With a quick look at Remus, he adjusted the grip on the sharp knife and stabbed it into the painting, resting just inside the bottom left corner of the frame. Pausing to savour the moment and feeling the blood pounding in his veins, Harry grit his teeth before dragging the knife across the bottom of the frame. The knife encountered little resistance, cutting through the paper as if it wasn't there. The cries and howls of rage filled the hallway and from the direction of Harry's back, joyful shouts were heard. With the help of Remus, Harry cut the picture of Mrs Black away from the frame, using the chair to gain height when he reached the top of the frame. As he made his way back down the side, he paused, holding the knife still, ready to cut the last section.

"This is where we paays.ays. You are no longer welcome here" he pronounced, and jerked his arm, the knife moving easily. Grabbing the painting, he rolled it up and handed it to Remus along with the knife. After receiving a nod, Harry turned aroundannianning to return to his room and not come out for several days.

To his surprise and horror, he realised that there was a small group watching him. Yes, he had known there were people there, but he had only thought it to be two or three. Not Ron, or Hermione, or any of the others standing there watching him, waiting for something, anything. Panicked green eyes looked to see if he could push through, but Harry quickly realised that there was no way to do so. As the first of many congratulations and questions were offered, Harry turned around and looked at Tonks in desperation. Understanding what he wanted, she pointed her wand as the crowd and told them to move away so they could make their way upstairs or she'd hex them.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I really don't want to talk about it right now. I just need to be alone for a while. Please" he begged. Following Tonks, he quickly passed the confused faces and hurried up the stairs until he reached the door to his room. "Thank you Tonks" he said, smiling in relief. "Could you tell Remus I need some time?"

"Of course!" and with no warning she grabbed him in a fierce hug. "I should thank you, Sirius would be proud!" she sniffed.ing ing his face, she quickly went on before he could disappear, "He really wanted to get rid of her and now you did it. He's probably kicking himself somewhere because he didn't think of cutting her off the wall! Besides, now I can trip over safely, knowing the old bat's not going to be screaming at me anymore!" Tonks finished with a small laugh.

With a small knowing smile, Harry just whispered "Thanks Tonks" before entering his room, closing the door shut behind him.

**********

"Wake Up! Harry, get up!"

Several minutes later, there was another knock on the door. "HARRY! Are you up yet?"

"Haarrrryyyy!"

Harry turned in his sleep, he could hear noises, but he disregarded them. For the last few nights, Harry had actually managed to sleep through the entire night. No nightmares, no reliving past events, his scar hadn't even burned once. It was bliss. Harry wasn't sure what had temporarily stopped the nightmares, but he wasn't about to complain. Remus had commented that he looked far better than he had been recently. Though still paler and thinner than normal, he had lost the purple marks under his eyes and had been eating slightly more. Ever since the confrontation with the portrait of Mrs Black, Harry had felt much better about himself. That was not to say he still wasn't suffering from the events his Fifth Year, or worrying about the Prophesy and what he might have to do. They were still there, but Harry had put them to the side for a few days.

For the last few days, ever since the 'Event' as he had taken to calling it, Harry had tried to avoid the majority of the houses' visitors, not wanting to discuss what he had said or receive the congratulations of getting that thing off the wall. Nor did he want to talk about what she had said regarding his godfather's death. The only people he saw regularly were Remus and Tonks. He had talked to Ron and Hermione only the day before, but the conversation had been strange, stilted. No doubt, they had wanted to talk about what had happened, but Harry had made it clear that he was not willing. Thankfully, his friends had not pushed the issue this time, but he had wondered if he would be so lucky next time. He had also spoken to Moody once in the kitchen, but after receiving several curious glances from whispering Order members, Harry had once again retreated to his room.

"Harry Potter! If you don't get out of bed right now, I swear I'll � actually, I'm not sure, but get up! We're getting your Hogwarts stuff from Diagon Alley today" shouted Remus at the figure in the bed. Harry just pulled the pillow over his head and ignored the frustrated werewolf who was muttering under his breath. "Of all the � I don't believe it, how can he still sleep? Even James would have got up by now. He's doing a bloody Padfoot on me, wants to drive me crazy! Like I don't have enough grey hairs already! Grrr! That's it!" he exclaimed, and pulled the covers off the sleeping teenager.

"Bugger off!"

"Sorry, I don't think of you that way Harry" he chuckled.

"Go away!"

"No!"

"Yes"

"No!"

"Yes"

"No!"

"No"

"Yes! What! Now you're going to get it", shouted Remus. Before he could attack the sleeping teenager, Harry had jumped out of bed and was standing on the opposite side of the bed. "Oh, now he decides to get up! After he makes me shout at him for half a bloody hour!" muttered Remus in a deeply sarcastic voice.

"Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness you know" Harry lightly commented, watching Remus warily.

"You shouldn't tease a werewolf you know"

"I know"

"You're an annoying brat today aren't you?"

"I know"

"Arrghhh! That's it. I'm off! You are being absolutely unbelievable today and I hate you!" Remus exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.

"Look me in the eye and say that again!" challenged Harry with a smirk on his face.

Remus turned around and glared at Harry. Seeing him smirk, he felt a tug on his lips. He tried to fight it, but unfortunately Harry saw the movement and smiled at him, green eyes sparkling with mischief. Remus gave in and let the smile grow. "You're a brat you know? Your father and Sirius used to do that to me when we were at school" he remembered, shaking his head. "Though it usually took both of them, you've got them beat!"

"Thanks. I'll take it as a compliment" said Harry as he walked out of his room to go to the bathroom.

"It wasn't meant to be!" shouted Remus after his retreating back. Shaking his head, Remus privately thought it was wonderful to see Harry lighten up, even if it ended up only being for a few days. Feeling more light hearted than normal, Remus decided that he would get some revenge.

**********

"REMUS!!!!!"

Harry's shout was heard in the kitchen where Remus had sat down for breakfast. Placating Molly by having a couple of pieces of toast with his morning coffee, Remus lifted his head to meet several eyes that were staring at him.

"What did you do Wolf-man?" asked Tonks.

"He sounded quite pissed off" remarked Ron.

"Ronald Weasley! Mind your language!" his mother reprimanded, while Tonks and Remus fought to hide their smiles. Hermione rolled her eyes before fixing Remus with her 'McGonagall Look'. Remus shivered, remembering the glare all too well, and wondered whether Hermione had practised in front of the mirror until she perfected it.

"Yes Hermione?"

"Professor, what did you do? You didn't do anything to make him � you know?" she asked.

"No, I don't know 'you know'" evaded Remus.

"He's not going to be in a temper today, will he? I mean, what with going to Diagon Alley" she worried.

"Perhaps" he answered with a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Wolf-man! What have you done?" quizzed a blonde-haired Tonks. "You got that look!"

Plastering an innocent expression on his face, Remus replied with a simple "Nothing".

"Oh come on Remus, you really want to tell us", she pleaded. "Do you want me to go shopping with Harry without knowing why he's going to be glaring at you all day? Please?"

Remus looked around and saw five curious faces watching him, waiting for an explanation. He was about to tell them what had happened this morning when the kitchen door slammed open. Turning around to face the door, they saw a red faced Harry standing in the doorway. Harry glared at him, ignoring the others sat at the table, or more likely, not noticing them. Remus finally let the smirk appear on his face, "Payback's a bitch, isn't it Harry?" he asked.

Focusing most of his attention on the irate teenager, Remus was only dimly aware of the scandalised gasps from Molly and Hermione, and the laughter from Tonks, Ron, and Ginny. Neville on thher her hand, was looking fearfully between his ex-Professor and roommate.

Harry felt his teeth ground against each other. He couldn't believe Remus, no actually he could. He knew better than most that underneath the serious fa�ade lay a mischievous personality, but this had gone too far. "Yes I suppose she can be, but as you can see" started Harry, waving his hand across his body "I seem to have found something to wear � no thanks to you!"

"Oh, but Harry! I thought my choice of outfit was, how shall I put it, quite inspiring!" exclaimed Remus.

With his hands on his hips, Harry frowned. "Inspiring? What the hell are you on Remus? Has Snape done something to your potion this time around?"

"Nope" replied Remus, knowing he was winding Harry up even more, but he thought it was well deserved for the grief he had been put through earlier that morning. With an amused glance at the captivated audience, he turned his attention back to Harry, whose face was turning a deeper shade of red.

"Then what in the name of Merlin were you thinking when you left me those bloody leather trousers to wear today!" he fumed, "to Diagon Alley of all places. I can't believe you took every single piece of clothing I had, apart from those trousers and this shirt! Even the clothes the Dursleys gave me! Are you MAD Remus?"

"No, quite the opposite" replied a grinning werewolf. "I was wondering if I'd be able to get you to wear them, but alas, you found those jeans from somewhere. Where did you find them, I thought I'd grabbed all of your clothes".

Ignoring the question, Harry instead asked, "Is this about this morning? Payback?"

"Yes. Never try to outsmart a Maurader"

"Aren't I immune, you know? Son of a Marauder?"

"Maybe"

"Grrr!"

"Careful there Harry, I'm the wolf!"

Harry looked at the smiling werewolf, eyes bright with amusement, even if it was aimed at him, and he decided that it was worth the embarrassment to see him happy, if only for a while. With a huff, Harry stalked over to the kitchen table and sat down across from Remus and next to Tonks. "You better watch out Remus" he hissed so that only Tonks and Remus could hear what he said, "I may get my revenge yet". In a louder voice, he complained "What IS it with everybody and those leather bloody trousers! You're all mad! I already said I'm not going to wear them, so leave off!"

Harry grabbed a piece of toast and got up, leaving the kitchen that was filled with his friends' laughter and smiled softly at the sound. With a parting shot he shouted, "Hey Wolf-man, are you ready yet? I've got to get my school stuff sometime today you know!" and ran back to his room to grab his cloak and moneybag.

**********

Harry looked around the interior of the Leaky Cauldron, a place he had not seen for some time, before returning his attention to his friends. Remus was the last to appear from the fireplace and as soon as he dusted off his robes, the group made their way to the back of the pub. Mrs Weasley tapped the third brick from the left above the dustbin and Harry watched as the archway opened, finally revealing Diagon Alley.

Compared to the few times Harry had been there, Diagon Alley did not seem quite as busy as it usually was. Perhaps it was because Harry normally bought his school supplies near the end of the summer holidays. This time, they were buying their supplies in the middle of August, the belief being that Voldemort would not anticipate Harry appearing in public this early. Harry could see the lines of tension on Mrs Weasley's face as well as several other shoppers. He supposed that now the return of Voldemort was public, people were beginning to suspect Dark Wizards of being anywhere and everywhere. Harry had been slightly disgruntled not to be doing his shopping with Ron and Hermione, but perked up when he realised his guards would be Remus and Tonks. If there was an attack while they were shopping, the older two were supposed to get Harry to safety. Harry did not want to tempt fate and so shook his head to clear his thoughts.

"Anything wrong dear?" asked a worried Mrs Weasley.

"Sorry. No, nothing. Just shaking the marbles about" Harry answered.

Mrs Weasley gave Harry another worried look, but Harry had become used to them by now and so shrugged it off. Instead, he waved off his friends. Hestia Jones accompanied his best friends as they walked off in the direction of Flourish and Blotts, on the insistence of Hermione. Neville and Ginny followed Mrs Weasley whose first visit was Ollivanders, presumably to get a new wand for Neville. Harry remembered that Neville's old wand had been broken the night Sirius � anyway, Harry believed that Neville's wand-work would greatly improve this coming year, now that he would get a wand that was attuned to him rather than his father.

Harry's first stop was Gringotts, where Bill Weasley met the three shoppers. Tonks remained in the marble hall with the red-haired wizard while Harry and Remus followed a goblin to the carts. When they had reached Harry's vault Remus gave a small start, but upon being questioned, he replied that it was nothing just old memories. Harry filled his moneybag with Galleons and they returned to the cart, both wizards enjoying the wild ride back to the surface. Making their way back to Tonks, Harry noticed that she was still talking to Bill.

"So Harry! I hear you had an eventful morning?" asked Bill, smirking.

Not wanting to be rude, Harry smiled pleasantly. "Yes I did, but Remus didn't manage to get me in the end, but I will be getting revenge!"

"I've heard about your promise. I'm hurt" he sniffed, affecting a hurt tone.

"Bill! Really, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It's a nice gift and all, but � I just don't think � well, it's just not. Merlin! Look, sorry, I've got to go! Got lots of shopping to do and Remus says we shouldn't stay longer than necessary. Gotta run! See you!" he replied, and with that he dragged a chuckling Remus out of the door and back into Diagon Alley. He never saw Bill wink at Tonks, who had hurried out after them.

"Of all the things! I can't believe it. Someone out there really does not like me! Remus! What was I supposed to say?" panicked Harry as they walked towards Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "Thanks so much for going to the trouble of getting me a present, but what made you think I would, or even could, wear leather trousers!" he said sarcastically. "It's not as if I'd look any good wearing them!" he said as he entered the shop.

"Well Sir, we can try and doing something about that for you? How can I help you dear?" asked Madam Malkin, who had obviously heard the tail end of Harry's rant.

Taking pity on the embarrassed teenager, Remus informed the witch that Harry was in need of a new set of school robes and maybe some everyday robes or clothes. Tonks was browsing in the shop while Remus and Harry sorted out the clothes and payment. Both wizards missed the look of delight on Tonks face as she found something, and soon enough, the clothes they had purchased were bundled up and the trio left the store.

Next Harry made the usual stops to buy quills, inks, and parchments before visiting the apothecary's. Harry had to buy refills for all the basic potion ingredients as well as buying those used in NEWT level potions. After they had left the store, Remus informed Harry that they should visit the Opticians. Harry was silent as he followed Tonks, remembering that this was Sirius' final gift to him. He was deep in thought when he was suddenly jerked back by the high pitched chattering of a young witch. Looking around he found himself in the store and quickly realised the witch was an employee, although currently she was more interested in the Boy-Who-Lived rather than the potential customer. Scowling, he asked "excuse me miss, but I have an open appointment and I'd like to be seen as soon as possible. I have other things to be getting on with today, so if you don't mind?"

The young witch blustered before leaving to presumably get the Healer. Half an hour later, Harry left the store. He now had his old glasses as well as two new pairs with a more accurate prescription. Tonks had insisted that he should get black rectangular frames, while Remus had argued that the gold oval frames would suit him better. Wanting to avoid taking sides, Harry took both frames as well as a pair of clear contact lenses. Luckily they were magical, and so could be worn for much longer, and were spelled to clean themselves automatically. Useful since Harry could not perform magic during the holidays.

The next stop for the three was the bookstore, Flourish and Blotts. Remus left to find The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6 by Miranda Goshawk as well as Harry's coursebook for Care of Magical Creatures and Potions. Tonks went off in search for the books required for NEWT level Transfiguration and Charms. Harry instead headed for the DADA titles. He quickly located the coursebook for that year and started to browse the titles, looking for anything that interested him. Finding a book that was aimed at using Transfiguration during duelling, Harry found his guards and paid for the books.

"Well that's it. Have you got everything Harry?" asked Tonks, as she checked the street for any suspicious behaviour.

"Actually, I've almost spent my money already so I need to go back to Gringotts. I was also thinking of getting a second wand? You know, a duelling wand" he said, looking at Remus.

Luckily, Remus understood what Harry was referring to and agreed. They quickly agreed to split up. Tonks returned to Gringotts with Harry's key saying she would meet them at the wand-makers, while Harry and Remus made their way to Ollivanders. Once the three had completed their purchases, they walked over to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, Fred and George's newly opened shop. After spending a few minutes talking to the Twins and checking the others had flooed back safely, Harry managed to drag Remus away from one of the prank displays and they flooed back to Grimmald Place.

**********

Harry was pacing his room. It had only been a couple of days since his trip to Diagon Alley and he had unwrapped all of his new purchases. To his delight, Harry found that the new glasses (he was currently wearing the ones Tonks had insisted on) meant he no longer had to squint to see things in the distance and his eyes did not tire so quickly when reading. To his horror, he found that Tonks had managed to slip in a surprise as well. It seemed that she had bought him a wide leather belt with a platinum snake buckle. 'It's a nice thing' Harry thought, considering all his belts were too large having previously belonged to the male Dursleys, but for the note attached to it:

Dear Harry,

Saw this when shopping, thought you could use it. Would go fantastically with those killer leather pants! When do I get to see you in them?

Love, Tonks

'Never if I get a bloody choice' Harry had thought viciously. 'Everyone's mad! Off their rocker. Hasn't it occurred to anyone I'd look stupid wearing leather trousers?'

It was the full moon tonight, and Harry had been feeling nervous all day. Remus had looked more and more tired as he had neared the full moon. Remus had taken the Wolfsbane Potion about an hour ago before retiring to his room, waiting for the moon to rise.

As Harry paced, his mind raced, filled with arguments and counter-arguments. It was stupid, foolhardy � I would be a friend � It was my fault � Remus would kill me � If not literally tonight, then when he realised the full consequences of what I'd done � I would be unprotected � It was dangerous � I want to help, in any way I can � Help ease the pain, the loneliness.

Although the positives were vastly outnumbered by the negatives, Harry felt they carried more weight to them. He would be there for his friend. Remus had taken the Potion all week, so as he had explained in Harry's third year, he would keep his human mind after he transformed, he would be a harmless wolf. Harry would wait until the moon had risen, and check the Potion had definitely worked before entering the room. Snape may be a git, but he knows how to make potions, Harry admitted. 'It's my fault that Remus doesn't have anyone anymore. It's the least I could do for him' he rationalised to himself.

A little more than an hour later, Harry found himself outside Remus' room. He listened for signs of the werewolf, but he heard nothing. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door, waiting to hear a response of sorts and after a moment, he heard a small whine from the other side of the door. Harry had his hand on the doorknob, when a voice made him jump.

"Harry! What in the name of Merlin do you think you are doing!" exclaimed Tonks.

"Shhh! Keep it down! We don't need to tell the entire house" he hissed back.

"I swear, if you don't tell me what you were going to do. No scratch that! I know what you were about to do! What I don't understand is why? What were you thinking Harry?" asked Tonks, her voice taut with suppressed anger. "If you don't tell me now, I'll hex you!"

"Tonks! Calm down!" Harry replied, his hands in the air trying to placate the irate witch. "Look, it's Remus in there. He took the Potion all week. He's not dangerous. I just want to keep him company tonight, so he has a friend there. It's my fault�" his voice cracking as he thought about Sirius. "It's my fault he's got to do it alone now. I won't be able to stay with him when I'm at Hogwarts. I just wanted � I need him to know that he's not alone. He has to know. I want to be there. I know he's safe, it's not the werewolf in that room, it's just Remus. You have to trust me" finished Harry, begging Tonks to understand.

Tonks still looked angry, but her eyes had softened as she listened to Harry. "But Harry, for starters, what if something went wrong? You're not supposed to perform magic. You know that. How would you defend yourself from the wolf?"

"It's Remus in there. He wouldn't do anything to me!" Harry retd.
d.

"Fine, then what about Remus? Did you even ask him?" she asked.

"Well � no. What do you think he would have said? No. I didn't want him to know; he thinks its something he should suffer alone. The only people who've ever been with him were my Dad, Sirius, and that rat-traitor!" Pausing to take a deep breath, Harry continued, "Yes, I'm taking a risk, but it's my decision to make. I know what I'm getting into, and if it seemed like Remus would bite me, I'd never have considered this! He's one of the kindest, gentlest and loving men I know, so what if he's a bit hairy once a month! He's letting the stereotypes about werewolves rule his life and he shouldn't. He should be able to have his friends with him!"

"He's not going to like it" stated Tonks.

"I know, but I hope he understands why I need to do it, and why he needs it" said Harry sadly.

"Well, considering he probably heard us arguing through the door, I would expect so" she said. Taking her wand, she disabled the wards on the room before casting Alohomora on the lock. Placing her hand on the doorknob, she asked a stupefied Harry, "Coming?"

"Wha- what? You're going in?" he questioned.

Tonks gave a small chuckle. "Did you honestly think I was going to let you in without any protection of some sort. Even if Remus were safe, he'd skin me if I just let you go ahead. He probably will anyway for good measure, and then send both of us to St Mungos! Besides you made a good point, he's our friend, and we should support each other, through the highs and lows, even if it's once every four weeks".

Tonks cautiously opened the door, ready to slam it shut if necessary, her wand ready in her other hand. Peeking through the gap, she noticed Remus sitting on his haunches in front of the door. Harry followed her in and shut the door behind him. Looking at the wolf she sighed, "You heard it all didn't you Remus?"

Her only answer was the wolf tilting his head. Slowly, as if Remus did not want to startle the humans in the room, he got up onto his paws and took a couple of steps towards them before stopping. Nose in the air, he seemed to sniff the air. Once he had made sure of their scents, he walked back over to lie in front of the fireplace, his head resting on his front paws, the amber eyes of the wolf reflecting the dance of the flames.

"You're not best pleased with us are you Moony?" asked Harry, deciding to stay where he was standing for the time being. Remus gave him a look that seemed to say You got that right!

"Look Remus", began Harry "I know you don't like this, but let us help you. We want to be here. You wouldn't hurt us, we know that, do you? Do you trust yourself enough?"

Remus stared at them with defeated eyes and snorted through his snout as if defeated. Harry and Tonks took this to be an acceptance of sorts and approached the fire. Settling down next to the wolf, Harry took the opportunity to examine Moony. He had light-brown fur covering his body and tail, but there were areas of grey, much like Remus' hair Harry mused. Amber eyes reflected the fire, and the long jaws were closed thankfully, hiding the sharp teeth that Harry knew to be there.

Harry slowly extended a hand towards Moony while Tonks watched on warily. Seeing that Moony was not going to attack ('Of course not, it's Remus in there!' Harry berated himself) he scratched behind the wolf's ear. Obviously, Moony liked the sensations because he started wagging his tail and both Harry and Tonks smiled in relief. In response, Moony gave them a wolfish grin as Tonks started to stroked his back.

"You know" she commented lightly, "he's really enjoying this. Mind you he should! It's not everyday you get two young people like us, touching you up Remus! Enjoy it while it lasts! Cause it ain't happening when you're human again Wolf-man!"

As the night progressed, Harry and Tonks talked about many things, told jokes and Harry recounted his first four years at Hogwarts and his many adventures with Ron and Hermione for his companions. Although Moony was unable to talk, he expressed his thoughts and feelings in many other ways, although Harry felt that Moony licking his face had gone a bit too far! Eventually, all three began to tire and so Harry and Tonks lay down on Remus' bed, while Moony curled up at their feet. Harry and Tonks chatted for a while longer after Moony fell asleep.

Just before sleep claimed them, Harry whispered to the Metamorphagus, "You know Tonks, I wish you could have been my older sister. I mean, after all, you've met Dudley and well, he's not really brother material. It would be nice you know. I'm sorry, I don't mean to � I'm not-, you don't have to say anything. I understand if you don't�"

Tonks smiled softly at the younger wizard. "Yes, I know what you're saying. Dudley is a bully isn't he? Seriously though, I think you'd have made a great older brother. You'd be protective enough and if you forget about the whole Voldemort wanting to kill you deal, well life would be fun. You'd have had a great time playing with a younger brother or sister even. It's a pity you can't".

Harry remained silent so she carried on. "If you want, you can be my 'little Bro'. I don't mind at all, in fact, it could be fun! I'd get to tease you, and make fun of you and I'd get away with it because you wouldn't curse your older sister, now would you?" she chuckled.

"Can I change my mind?" wondered Harry, a small smile on his lips.

"Nope, no can do. You're my little Bro! The pain in my side!" she laughed. "Hey! I can tease you mercilessly about those trousers now! Oh, oh, and I can tell anyone you fancy all your little secrets! Or if someone goes out with you, I can threaten them to treat you right or I'll hex them so hard they'll spend the week with Pomfry! I can't wait!"

Harry grinned, understanding what Tonks was really saying. "Thanks Sis. But don't think I won't get you back if you mention the trousers to anyone!"

Tonks laughed and soon enough the two fell asleep. They were awoken once the moon had set when Remus transformed back. Helping him back into bed, the two decided to remain where they were, after all they may as well get shouted at by Remus together, rather than somewhere else more public.

The sight of Tonks, Harry, and Remus curled up together, asleep on the large bed was what greeted Mrs Weasley the next morning as she checked up on Remus after the transformation. She frowned briefly, wondering where the other two had come from, before smiling at the sight. She closed the door, letting the three sleep some more, before returning to the kitchen to start making breakfast for the children.

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Thanks to MieRiddle, Kiwi, Padfoot_Girl54, and X-Lander for reviewing!

MieRiddle - It's a time-travel story which is why it's called Turn Back Time (think Aqua)

Kiwi - close but no cigar I'm afraid. There will be some moments later on though.

Padfoot_Gilr54 - *cowers slightly* sorry?

X-Lander - Like the way you're thinking about the pendant. There will be slash, but it's a really slow build-up to it and I hope I've done it tastefully. It's kinda essential to the fic, but its not the point of it. It's more how Harry's grows into his responsibilities. In my mind, he can't really do this with Ron and Hermione. I think Harry would be better off learning with the Marauders and Lily and getting to know them first-hand. It's going to be a hell of a ride, I hope you do stay with it, despite the slash. I think it's worth it, but I will admit that you need to be open-minded to read it. If not, I hope you like what you do end up reading.

I apologise in advance for any mistakes, spelling, grammatical or otherwise. It is all my fault since this is unbeta'd. Please review (long is good!) and send any helpful comments, all will be appreciated. Any flames, however, will be, in all honesty, read then disregarded. Thank you for reading!

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