"She needs to sort out her priorities," Ron tells Harry, suddenly, Harry remembers something from years ago…

"Come on Harry, say it, say Padfoot."

"Moony."

"Oh for f-fudge's sake!"

"Told you. I'm his favourite. Aren't I?"

"Moony."

"Listen here, Harry. I'm your God-Father and I'm supposed to buy you stuff. That's the deal. So the least you can do for me is say Padfoot. Pad-foot. Your Mother's smart, you should be able to pick this up fairly easily."

"Moony."

"No. Pad-foot."

"P-"

"Yes, keep going."

"P-oo."

"This is ridiculous Harry. Pad-foot."

"Moony."

"James! Your child is broken and needs to sort out his priorities!"

Harry just nods to Ron, unsure what to make of the random memory. Soon enough he's distracted by dogs and quidditch and a deadly mystery, his memory forgotten once more.

Two years later…

"Come on, everywhere else is full," Hermione tells them, they go into the compartment with the sleeping man.

"Who do you think that is?" Ron wonders.

"Professor R J Lupin."

"Do you know everything? How is it she knows everything?"

"It's on his suitcase Ronald."

"Oh." Harry suddenly looks up at the suitcase, eyes widening as he recognises it.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS! We come bearing presents!"

"Come on in, Pads."

"Is that Sirius?"

"Yes Lily, and Moony."

"Well I hardly thought one would show up without the other."

"We aren't attached at the hip you know Lily."

"Of course not Remus."

"Oh, there's my God-Son, how are you Mini-Prongs?"

"Honestly, Sirius, his name is Harry."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm not falling for that again. Harry, say hi to your Uncle Moony and Uncle Padfoot."

"Moony, cholate?"

"So that's how you've trained him to say your name."

"Hello?"

"Peter!"

"I'm not too late am I?"

"Not at all, we ready for this?"

"Ready for what?"

"Well, you see Moony, the four of us decided to pool together for your Christmas present this ye – no don't start arguing, we've already got it, here."

The present is opened revealing a suitcase.

"Professor RJ Lupin."

"You're going to need it when you go off to work at Hogwarts."

"Prongs…"

"Nope, it'll happen. Trust me, will you?"

"Thank you, all of you, I love it."

"Moony!"

"Oh come on Harry, really? Come now, say Padfoot."

"Moony."

"Come on Harry. Say it. Say Padfoot."

Harry comes out of the memory, looking at the man beside him. Could it be? Is this the Moony from his memories?

Later…

"Here, eat this, it'll help. It's all right, it's chocolate." Harry shakily takes the chocolate from the man.

"Harry, say hi to your Uncle Moony and Uncle Padfoot."

"Moony, cholate?"

"So that's how you've trained him to say your name."

Harry's face breaks out into a grin before he can help it, words tumbling from his mouth unfiltered.

"Glad to see some things never change, Uncle Moony."

3 pairs of eyes are glued to his face, all shocked, one hopeful.

NOTES:

I'm thinking of turning this into a multi-chapter full length fic, actually show how things change, what do you think?