Understanding ch1

Harry lay curled up on the dusty floor. It was over. All over. He shifted his aching body and gasped when the pain shook him. He collapsed back into a heap and screwed his eyes shut. He had to ghet up. The dursleys would want breakfast. It was all over for now; he would get up, do his chores, go to school, and forget about last night for as long as possible, and then it would start all over again. Harry pulled himself up and stumbled towards the house, wincing with each step.

Albus Dumbledore paced in his in his office. He had big plans for that boy. That child was the hope of the world. But Harry would never develop the courage and skills needed to save the world with the Dursley's. he needed a living, wizarding family to teach him and nurture him, but who would want Harry? Harry needed a family who would accept him. Preferably order members, who were skilled enough to teach, and could be trusted. Sirius, maybe, but he was in hiding. How would he provide for Harry if he couldn't even leave the house? Remus? Yes, Remus was perfect. He could go live with Sirius at the order headquarters, and both of them knew Harry since he was a baby. They wouldn't mind Harry's problem, either. Besides, surely Harry would pick up a few spells from living with two of the most talented order members. Dumble dore picked up a handful of floo and stepped into the fireplace.

"Remus' Cottage," he said.

Remus Lupin sat up suddenly as Santa Claus stepped out of his fireplace. Wait, that wasn't Santa, just Dumbledore. Albus smiled and took a seat next to Remus' bed.

"Morning, Remus. Sorry if I've come at a bad time," Albus said, Remus flushed. "But I have something of importance to discuss with you, old boy. It concerns Harry."

"Harry?" Remus jumped up, seemingly forgetting his temporary convalescence – that is, until he hurt his sore back.

"Yes, Harry has been sent to live with the Dursley's. You know this, right, Remus?"

"Yeah, is there a … problem? Is harry okay? What happened? Will he live?"

"easy, Remus," The older wizard soothed, "but yes, Harry's hurt. And I'd rather he come and live with you and Sirius at Grimmauld place. Your troom is already ready. I'd suggest you hurry … harry' won't be getting any better where he is now."

"What? You – you moved me – Harry moving in – where? Erm, and – what? Sure, but – but I, my, I can't take care of, I mean someone else would be better – full moon, short notice, Me, move – fine, what?!?"

Dumbledore's eyes sparkled as he listened to Remus' short tirade.

"Oh, come on, Remus, that nonsense barely got you past baby duty with Tonks for life, don't try with me. Sirius is there 24/7 for when you can't be. It's not like a wanted criminal is going to go for a vacation in Hawaii in plain sight. Besides, I'm sure you prefer Grimmauld, it's not like Sirius wasn't pressuring you to move in before. For Harry, what do you say, Remus?"

"I say you know me too damn blasted well," he muttered, but they both knew Albus had won.

Satisfied, Dumbledore apparated away, leaving the werewolf to his own devices. Remus was upset thet the dursleys had abused hi Harrykins. He wanted to kill them. He was also surprised. Harry? Live with him/ in the house of Black?