A/N: Welcome to the new story! This is a plot bunny that hit me one night in college and I figured, hey, why not? If anyone would like to beta, I am definitely open to that!

Enjoy!

"No. No, it can't be. James!"

Remus cringed, hearing Sirius's screams. The man had woken up from nightmares every night since Lily and James had been murdered. Luckily Remus had gotten to him before he could go attempt to kill Peter. He didn't want to think about what could've happened to him if he hadn't.

Rolling out of bed, he went out to the couch where Sirius had been crashing for the past few nights. "It's a dream, Padfoot. Wake up."

Sirius's grey eyes flew open. After a few minutes, his breathing calmed and he looked at Remus. "Sorry, mate. I – "

"I know. I know. You don't have to explain it to me." He sat down at the end of the couch, his clasped hands resting on his knees. "I think you should go to a MindHealer."

"Look, Moony, I know you mean well, but I really don't think – "

"I know you don't think!" Remus turned to him, amber eyes blazing. "You wanted to go off, half-cocked, and kill Peter! Did you not think about what would happen to you? To Harry, your godson?"

"I…" The dark haired man deflated and ran his fingers through his hair. "I was just so upset, I couldn't think. It was like…"

"Like?"

He shook his head. "You're going to think I'm mad."

"Only if you deserve it. Spit it out."

"It was…as if I'd taken a potion. Or a Confundus. I couldn't think clearly."

Remus froze, his mind whirring. "There have been a number of people who have said that to me over the past few weeks. I'm concerned about this. If there is something going 'round…"

"Voldemort's been gone for a week now. It can't be his work." Sirius rubbed his chin and gazed into space. "What could it be?"

"I don't know. We can think on it. You seem to be thinking clearly now, so it isn't affecting you at the moment." The werewolf shifted to face his friend. "We need to discuss Harry. Not right now, I'd like to sleep a little, but soon. I want him with us."

"Where is the little bugger, by the way?"

"Albus took him after…after. I don't know where he is now."

Sirius jumped up. "What?! Moony, what are you talking about? You let him take Harry?"

"What was I supposed to do? I wasn't there, I couldn't stop him. You were there, Padfoot, you could've done something," Remus answered calmly. "We'll discuss it in the morning."

"It is morning."

The brown haired man rolled his eyes. "You know what I meant."

"Yeah. I guess we should go to bed."

U_U

Sirius sat down by the table, his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee. "Good morning," Remus called cheerily. A grunt was his only response. "I'll have breakfast ready in a couple of minutes. Don't blow your top. And finish your coffee."

After the pair ate, Sirius looked up. "Sorry about that. What are we going to do about Harry?"

"First we need to figure out where he is. I can ask Albus, but I doubt he'll tell me."

"If he isn't with me and he isn't with you, where can he be?" Refilling his cup of coffee, Sirius added cream and sugar before continuing, "He isn't with Frank and Alice – "

"Obviously."

Sirius glared at him. "I'm the one thinking out loud right now, not you. So. I doubt he's with the Weasleys, they have more than enough children already. Who else in the Order has children?"

"That Lily and James would trust?" Remus took a sip of tea. "No one. No one I can think of, at least."

Silence fell over them until both heads darted up. "You don't think – "

"He wouldn't – "

"The Dursleys?!"

U_U

Miles away, Petunia Dursley was glaring at her nephew, the unwanted, unnatural, freakish brat. "Why did that man think he could drop you off here? Vernon and I don't need to deal with your freakishness." She picked up the child and shoved him into the cupboard under the stairs, where she'd put him until they could figure out where he would sleep. Then again, perhaps the cupboard was a good enough for him.

In the cupboard, Harry cried quietly. It had only taken a couple of days to teach him not to cry loudly. A toddler adapts. Perhaps his thoughts weren't very sophisticated, but what he did know was that he wanted his parents, his Padfoot, and his Moony. They hadn't come to visit him in all the time he'd been in this awful place.

Unbeknownst to him, Padfoot and Moony were coming up with a plan to bring him home.

U_U

"We are not going to rush into things!"

Sirius glared at his longtime friend. And right now, only surviving one. "I didn't say we should."

"What exactly do you think it sounds like?! You want to storm in and take Harry back!" Slamming his fist on the kitchen table, Remus glared right back. "We need a plan. One that will not end in Azkaban or child services. Or the Ministry."

"Fine. Then what do you suggest?"

Remus grinned and Sirius had to suppress a shiver. It wasn't a nice grin. "First we're going to figure out if they should have him. We need the will."

"Wait a…why didn't I realize that no one read the will?" The dog Animagus stared. "You were on a mission for the past five months, why do you remember that?"

"Attention to detail. Although putting this together with your fuzzy thoughts…" He shook his head. "Let's get on with this. We'll go to Gringotts and ask for a private reading. Then, if you're the one who is supposed to get Harry, we'll stop for some Muggle clothes and go get him."

"Sounds like a plan. Let's go." Seeing that the other man stayed seated, Sirius groaned. "What now?"

"I'd like a little more of a plan. One that doesn't allow you to go off half-cocked. We are also going to set some ground rules." He stood up and stretched, popping his joints. "We are going to Apparate to the Leaky and go straight to Gringotts. No stopping, no checking out Quidditch things, no fawning over girls. Straight to Gringotts. After that, if you're supposed to get him, we'll go to Muggle London for clothes, like I said before. Then we go take care of both magical and Muggle adoption papers. Once we get those we can go get Harry."

Sirius huffed and crossed his arms. "Fine. We'll do it your way. But if we need a plan B – "

"We'll go with your usual method of hex everything that moves."

"Good man."