AN: I know that my other two stories are in desperate need of updating but I can tell you that I have chapters written, just not typed and the reason that I wrote this instead of updating was because this was just begging to be written. I apologize if this has annoyed any of you readers.

WARNING: This will contain slash later on.

A New Beginning

Chapter One

Three years ago, I confessed to Remus. It was right after graduation and I, of course, didn't expect him to do anything but listen and then gently let me down. I told how every time he smiled, even when it wasn't at me, the butterflies in my stomach would go into a flurry, how that just by him walking into a room would have my heart beating wildly, and how I could never take my eyes off him, just like how he could never take his eyes off Sirius. They weren't together, but I could see the longing in his eyes. I confessed to him thinking that if I told him, I could move on after his rejection. I would never in a million years think of him asking me to live with him. I accepted on the spot, thinking my smile would split my face in half. I thought that this was my chance to get his eyes to look at me like I looked at him, to get him to love like I loved him; that maybe I would finally get my happiness. I should have known better. No one ever sees just Harry. The wizarding world saw a savior, the defeater of Voldemort, Dumbledore saw a soldier, Sirius saw either his best friend's son or a mini-James, and Remus…well Remus certainly didn't see me. Outside the bedroom, he saw James' son and inside, he felt more than saw, a body for his release.

I should have known better, I should have remembered that the Fates would never allow me happiness. This realization smacked me in the face when I saw Remus and Sirius in a tangle of limbs in our-in Remus' bed. When I saw that scene the bite scar at the junction of my neck and shoulder ached. In the middle of sex, six months after we had been living together, Moony surfaced and marked me. I had foolishly assumed that just because the wolf accepted and wanted me that the man would too.

I had stood frozen in the doorway, watching how tenderly Remus made love to Sirius, so different from the animalistic fucking he gave me, how he held Sirius' eyes throughout, so unlike his avoidance of mine, and how he murmured gentle words to Sirius, nothing like the silence he settled onto me. I turned my eyes from the heartbreaking scene; that showed me how much Remus truly had not cared for me even a fraction of what he did for Sirius even after three years of living together.

Gentle flicking my wand, I summoned my trunk from the foot of our-the foot of their bed, as well as my personal belongs in the room. They didn't notice, too lost in their own world. I left the doorway with my trunk floating behind me as I summoned other belongings from throughout the house. I stopped briefly in the kitchen to leave a note.

Remus,

You could have just told me that my efforts would never amount to anything; I would have understood. I was never meant to be loved; I've known that for as long as I can remember. I didn't expect any different from you those three years ago. But when you asked me to live with you, I thought that maybe you would be different; that you would see me as just Harry. I was, of course, wrong.

I'm not telling you this to get any sympathy, I'm simply stating a fact. You don't have to worry about driving away James' son.

I wish you and Sirius the best and hope that you've found the happiness you were looking for.

Best Wishes,

Harry James Potter

Son of James Potter and Lily Evans-Potter

I placed the note in the center of the table, shrunk my trunk and stuffed it into my jacket pocket, and walked out into the cold air of an English autumn.

Now I have a question for all you readers, would you like me make this another crossover? If so, with what? If not, who would you like to see Harry paired with? (If a guy then I must tell you before hand that Harry is always the bottom in my stories)