Another HP x SPN story for you guys.

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Harry stared in the distant, unseeing of the people hurrying around him, talking in worried whispered tones. Sirius was dead. Sirius was dead and it was his fault.

They were at Gimmauld place, the fight at the Department of Mysteries had just gone about an hour, maybe two ago. Harry's fight with Voldemort, his attempt at torturing Bellatrix Lestrange (no matter how much he tried, he just couldn't feel bad about using an unforgivable and that only made him feel worse) and Sirius' death… it was all just two hours ago. It already felt like an eternity.

The seat shifted, meaning someone had taken the empty spot next to him. Harry looked over, dull green eyes meeting with haunted amber of his ex-professor and the last remaining friend of his father. Harry had had a feeling it would be Remus to come talk to him, after all, his own friends had been sent back to Hogwarts directly from the Ministry while Harry was shipped to Grimauld. Why that was, he was unsure, but he didn't particularly care at the moment. He didn't want to see any of them anyway. they'd probably hate him for nearly getting them killed for no reason at all. for getting Sirius killed…

"It's not your fault, Harry," Remus sighed, already aware of what was going on in Harry's mind.

"Yeah, it is," the teen mumbled quietly.
"I led everyone in there. Everyone told me this would happen, and I still walked into the trap. Sirius-"

Harry chocked on a sob at the memory of his godfather disappearing into the Veil right beside him. One moment he was there, the next, Harry had lost another person close to him. A pair of warm, strong arms wrapped around him and his face was pressed against a familiar chest.

"It's not your fault, cub," Remus whispered.
"Padfoot knew the risks, it's not your fault."

"Doesn't feel like that," Harry replied brokenly.

"I know it doesn't, but everything will be fine, I promise."

. . . . .

The next morning, Harry was up very early, or very late considering he hadn't had a wink of sleep. He'd just sat there, on his bed in the empty room. He sort of missed Ron's snoring and the feeling of comradery he had in Gryffindor tower, though he was also glad to have some time alone. He needed to be able to mourn his godfather after all.

He heard voices downstairs, meaning they were probably having an Order Meeting. Anger flared in him at the thought they were going behind his back again. Wasn't that what had gotten them in all this trouble in the first place? How could they treat Harry like a kid while still expecting him to save them all? How was he supposed to defeat Voldemort if they kept everything important a secret.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he heard Remus' voice, sounding suspiciously like he was repressing his anger.

"The boy just went through hell, Albus!" Molly Weasley's voice cut through the empty hallway.

"I know it might sound harsh, but with Lord Voldemort out there, Harry is safest with his relatives," the headmaster spoke calmly.
"The bloodwards will protect him, and we can work out what to do with the boy peacefully."

"The bloodwards, fine, but that's not a reason why we should cut him off from everything for another summer," Remus bit out.
"We've already seen how that worked out, and I won't see the boy miserable again."

"Nonsense. Harry is perfectly happy with his family," Dumbledore dismissed.

Harry scowled angry and balled his fists. He wasn't 'perfectly happy' with his relatives. He wasn't even moderately happy! Dumbledore knew that. He'd told him about the neglect and the occasional beatings he received. How could the man possibly say that Harry was safe, let alone, happy with a family that would probably hold a party if he died?

"By the end of the week, he'll go back to Hogwarts and after school ends, he'll take the train back to London and stay with his aunt and uncle," the headmaster said with finality.
"It's the best place to be for Harry."

Harry heard enough. With a heavy heart, he returned to his room before anyone could notice his presence. They were sending him back to the Dursleys and nothing he could do or say would change Dumbledore's mind. Harry almost felt like crying in frustration. He had gotten so close to having a real family, and now Sirius was dead.

He didn't know how long he sat on his bed, staring ahead of himself before the door of his room creaked open. Slow, heavy footsteps moved towards him and the bed dipped. Remus gave a deep sigh as he sat down next to him and looked at Harry worriedly.

"You alright, cub?" he asked quietly.

For the longest time, Harry stayed quiet, just staring with blank, unseeing eyes while his honorary godfather sat next to him. The werewolf was patient and waited in a comfortable silence until Harry would acknowledge him. He had time after all, so let the boy do this at his own pace.

"You're sending me back."

Remus looked over in surprise at the statement. Harry was still not looking at him, but his brows had creased in an angry glare that he had aimed at the wall opposite. He sighed and shook his head sadly.

"So you heard," he muttered.
"Look, I'm not happy about the arrangement, but-"

"Do you know what it's like?" Harry suddenly asked.

He turned towards Remus, killing curse green eyes staring coldly at the werewolf.

"Do you know what it's like to be locked in a tiny room for two months, only allowed to come out for chores and bathroom breaks?" Harry asked again.
"They feed me once a day, and that's when I behaved like they want me to. When I do something wrong, or 'freakish' they hit me."

Remus stared in shock. He hadn't known any of this of course. If he had, he would have put up more of a fight at Dumbledore's plan. Dumbledore… it couldn't be that the headmaster knew of this, otherwise he'd have done something about it a long time ago.

"If we tell Dumbledore-" Remus started, but Harry shook his head.

"I told him all this in first year," he replied darkly.
"He just dismissed me. He always does."

Remus frowned. He remembered what Dumbledore had said 15 years ago. How Harry would grow up humble thanks to his muggle relatives, how it was better for Harry not to know anything about the Wizarding World until the time came that he should come to Hogwarts. Remus had been strongly against it back then too, but as a werewolf, he would never have been able to demand custody. He still wouldn't be able to.

"I want to leave," Harry mumbled.
"Have a normal life for once, even if it's just for a while."

"And if there's anyone who deserves that, it's you, cub," Remus agreed.

The two stayed in silence for a while longer, before Remus thought of something. Hesitantly, he turned back towards Harry.

"Do you- do you really want to leave?" he asked carefully.

Harry looked back at him sadly and nodded.

"Well… I might know somewhere for you to go without anyone chasing you down. At least for a little while," he started almost reluctant.

Harry perked up, his green eyes wide and hopeful as he stared at his honorary godfather.

"Really? Where?" he asked eagerly.

"I have a cousin, a muggle, but she knows about us, who lives in America with her husband and kids."

America. Harry thought about it for a moment. Who would look for him in America? No one as far as he knew. Besides, if he would be staying away from any Wizarding society, it would be hard to track him down anyway. Owls would still be able to find him, but he was planning on keeping in contact with Remus anyway, and he'd just have to hope for the best. He didn't think he would stay hidden forever, but even if it were just a small vacation, it'd be more than he had ever had.

"Can you call her and arrange that I go to her?" Harry asked hopeful.
"Before Dumbledore comes back for me, please?"

Remus smiled weakly and nodded.

"I'll try and explain as much as I can," he told Harry.
"I'm sure she'll be willing to take you in as soon as possible."

Harry smiled grateful at the werewolf. He'd be out of here soon.