The memory faded, another appearing in its place. Remus was sitting alone in his living room again. He was shaking with what Harry assumed to be sobs.

Listening closer, Harry realized Remus was laughing hysterically. The sound was crazed, and Harry was uncomfortable hearing such a sound from the calm, controlled man he knew.

"James," Remus laughed. "James is dead, and I am still alive. I've never heard anything more ridiculous."

Again, Harry wondered why Remus wanted him to see this.

"All that youthful energy. At this rate, we'll all be dead by thirty."

Harry cringed. Remus was not far from the mark.

"Harry." Remus stopped laughing, seeming to regain some of his usual calm. "Harry is still alive. Though he doesn't need me, seeing him will save me."

Remus, I needed you. If only you knew… Harry wondered where his baby self was at the moment of this memory. Crying for food in the cupboard?

"Where would Dumbledore send Harry? James has no living relatives…and Lily…Lily has a Muggle sister. Perhaps Dumbledore left him there."

Remus stood up and Apparated. The world swirled, and Harry found himself standing in front of a neat little house, in the same neighborhood from Snape's memories.

How does Remus know this place? Harry wondered. Could Remus have been close to Lily?

Remus knocked on the door, and an old man opened it.

"Hello," Remus said. "I'm Remus Lupin. I'm looking for the Evans family."

"The woman died two years ago."

"Yes, I know that. I was at the funeral. Did you buy this house from the daughters?"

"Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. Why do you want to know?"

"The younger is dead. I need to find the older one to pay my respects."

"Surely if she wants to see you, she will. Good-bye." The man shut the door in Remus' face.

Remus groaned. "I didn't want to have to do this…"

Remus wandered down the hill, to another neighborhood. This area was dingy and seemed unsafe. Harry knew exactly where Remus was going.

A little girl flitted into view from behind a trash pile. Remus bent over and whispered, "What's your name?"

"Jessy," she said, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Why do you want to know?"

"Jessy, do you know where Mr. Snape lives?" Remus held out a one pound coin.

"Sure, mister. Turn left, three houses down. Looks like it's gonna fall."

Remus handed her the coin and followed the directions. When he arrived at a black, decrepit house, he sighed and knocked on the door.

The door creaked open, revealing a Snape whose hair was greasier than normal, and whose shoulders slumped. He glared at Remus.

"How did you manage to find this place?"

"It wasn't hard. A few questions. I passed the Evans' old place, but the current owner wouldn't talk to me."

"What is it you want, Lupin?"

"A name, Severus. Just a name."

"Why should I tell you anything?"

"I want Lily's sister's name."

Snape's glare turned meaner. "Couldn't you have asked Dumbledore, Lupin? Or one of Lily's little Gryffindor friends?"

"Lily's 'little Gryffindor friends' are all dead, thanks to your lot. And Dumbledore has more on his mind than talking to the likes of me."

"I daresay he does." Snape smirked. Harry jumped from foot to foot, uncomfortable with Snape's reaction. "So tell me, Lupin. What's in it for me?"

"Nothing. Except perhaps a bit of company. You're not the only one who isn't celebrating."

Snape tilted his head in amusement. "Very funny, Lupin. I don't think I've sunk as low as wanting to drink tea with a half-breed."

Remus glared back without flinching. "If you think that is going to hurt me, you've got a lot to figure out, Severus. Please. I'm probably the only person in the world that knows what you lost this week."

"Oh, really, Lupin?" Snape snarled, eyes flashing with anger. "You think you know what I've lost? You never looked twice at Lily before she started dating Precious Potter."

"That is not true." Remus said. "Lily held the world together for more than just you, Severus."

"Wow, I can't believe you'd be so disloyal to Potter."

Remus smiled. "I can assure you, Snape. I did not mean it that way. I only meant she had a knack for taking care of people. The entire Gryffindor house depended on her in hard times. All I want is to know her sister's name."

"If you were so close why didn't she ever tell you?"

Remus snorted. "Lily had more to talk about than her past. She was quite a visionary. The only thing she ever failed at was changing you."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. If you saw the number of times she came back to the Common Room worried about you, even crying about you, you'd understand."

Snape narrowed his eyes, looking murderous.

"You made Lily unhappy. I think you were a waste of her precious time and energy. I'd much rather see her laughing over James than crying over you. Know what, Snivellus? Lily and James had so much fun together. One time, I went on a double date with them, and James spilled hot chocolate down his front. Lily actually licked off his chest. And this other time, she bought James a Snitch engraved with 'Mrs. Lily Potter.' Before they were even engaged, mind you. James swept her off her feet, spun her around, singing to her. Oh, and one time, James—"

"Petunia." Snape spat.

"I'm sorry?"

"Her name is Petunia Evans. Just shut up."

"Why thank you, Severus. That was easier than I expected. Has she been married?"

"Probably. I don't know."

"Well, it won't be too hard to sort through the city records. Simple focusing spells. Perks of being a wizard."

"If one can call you that."

Despite his newfound respect for Snape, Harry felt nothing but disgust.

The memory faded, coming back into focus. Remus was standing outside the door of Number Four, Privet Drive. Harry's stomach dropped, his heart thudding as Remus marched up to the door.

Vernon swung the door open in response to Remus' firm knock. The fat, neckless man eyed Remus up and down, snorting in disgust at his torn jeans and faded polo. "Must be the wrong house, weirdo."

Remus looked him straight in the face and said: "Mr. Dursley? How are you? I'm Remus Lupin a friend of Lily's. I wanted to visit Harry."

"I don't know who you are talking about."

"Of course you do. You are raising your sister-in-law's child. I simply request a visit."

"I don't want you in my house, freak."

"You're making a bad impression, Mr. Dursley. Would you like me to tell our authorities that you aren't taking care of Harry?"

Vernon glared at Remus, then turned behind him and shouted: "Petunia, there's a stranger at the door. Come see what we can do about it."

"Thought so," Remus muttered.

Petunia came up behind Vernon, a sour expression on her face. Glancing at Remus, she flinched slightly in recognition. "You." Remus had definitely visited Lily at some point, Harry realized.

Remus chuckled. "Hello, Petunia. It's been a while. I'm afraid I had to ask a mutual acquaintance for your name."

"What are you doing at my house?"

"Isn't that obvious? I want to see your nephew."

Her sour expression deepened. "If you must, but be quick about it. I don't want you influencing my son."

Remus followed Petunia into the house through to the living room. On the floor sat two babies. The fat blonde boy sat on a cushion, surrounded by toys, dressed in a ridiculous frilly baby suit. The black-haired baby was slighter, and wearing only a diaper. Harry gazed curiously at his small self, wincing at the still healing cut on his forehead.

Remus smiled at the baby Harry, scooping him up into a hug. "I've missed you. Babies are the only thing that can cheer me up in times like this, you know." The baby giggled, grabbing Remus' hair.

The adult Harry grinned, remembering Teddy in his arms just a few hours ago.

"Your mum and dad really miss you too, Harry. But look at this nice house. I'm sure you'll be happy here."

The adult Harry groaned. Was Remus so naïve?

Remus' nose wrinkled. "Oh…um…Harry. Wow. Let's go find your aunt."

Remus carried Harry into the kitchen where Petunia was slicing vegetables. "Petunia, where are your diapers?" he asked.

Petunia glanced up. "I'm busy. I can't get my hands dirty right now. It will just have to wait."

"Petunia, I don't mind—"

A wail came from the living room. Petunia dropped the knife, shouting, "Oh, Dudders." She ran to the living room, and Harry could hear her cooing: "Oh, popkin. Did you spit up again?"

Remus held Harry tighter. He opened all the kitchen cupboards, searching for diapers. He found only china plates and crystal glasses.

"Seems like your aunt is a high-class lady." Remus muttered.

He moved to the living room, where Petunia was bouncing Dudley on her knee. She didn't notice him, too absorbed in her son's laughs.

Remus glanced around the room for some sign of baby supplies. His eyes landed on the only closet in the room, the cupboard under the stairs.

The adult Harry jumped. Remus didn't know about that, did he?

Remus stepped toward the cupboard door and put his hand on the doorknob.

"Don't open that door," Petunia ordered, suddenly distracted from Dudley. "How dare you invade our privacy like that."

Remus gazed at her curiously. "Why? Is there something you're hiding, Mrs. Dursley?"

"You've been here long enough. Why don't you move along and go to your freaky job."

"You know, you seem to be overreacting. There is something in that cupboard you don't want me to see."

"That's not true. I just don't appreciate strangers invading—"

Remus flung the door open, revealing the small mattress on the floor, two baby suits Harry's size, and a half-empty bottle of formula.

"A cupboard, Petunia?" Remus' voice was quiet and dangerous. "My best friend's son is sleeping in a cupboard?"

If he knew, Harry wondered, why didn't he stop it?