I'm sorry for the wait, nearly a week... ugh. I've been slacking. It's not really like I have all that much to do lately. Sure, running around for my mom and grandmom, but other than that, I've not really hung out with my friends every day. There are days when I'm sitting here bored...

I really need to stop procrastinating.

But, I'm sorry for the wait, this chapter isn't the longest, but I'll try to have the next one out soon. Sorry. And, I'm working on my next chapter for Merlin Sickness. It's been a month since I updated that one. Finals got in the way of that, and I just haven't got back to it until now, so that story should be updated soon.

Alright, and, even though you probably gathered this on your own: I don't own Harry Potter.

Vernon felt his eye twitch as he watched yet another weirdo cheerfully walk down the street. He didn't know why they had to be so bloody cheerful. If anything, all these people needed a goddamn reality check.

At least they aren't nearly as bad as that one that decided to run into him, didn't even take the time to stop and apologize.

He scowled at his oil-covered hands. It was time for a new mechanic, that was for sure. And Marge was expecting him in another hour, and he had not changed, that was just brilliant.

The man walked even further toward the general location of where he believed the mechanics were. He glanced at a nearby sign. Charring Cross Road. Excellent. He had no idea of where he was.

Remus drummed his fingers against the seat in annoyance.

This mode of transportation took forever. Why couldn't they have just added the Dursley household to the floo network? It would've made everything ten times easier.

A better question – why didn't he just apparate?

Now he sincerely wished that he'd accompanied James and Sirius on their quest to prank Petunia and Vernon, it would've made everything so much easier…

He tapped his foot against the seat in front of him. The seat tilted back.

Remus distinctly felt his eye twitch. It wasn't his fault that he was antsy. Let that guy attempt to kidnap his dead best friend's son so that another traitor of a best friend can't kidnap him all the while trying to hide what you're doing from a ministry of magic.

He snorted divisively; the bloke wouldn't survive for a minute. Remus: 1. Muggle: 0. He thought rather proudly. Wasn't his fault that James had been just as bad an influence as Lily. All four of them had been making mental counts since third year.

His eyes wandered the bus, taking in the stoic, bored expressions of the people surrounding him, and the few people that had brought a book to read. Those few were shoved in little corners, by the windows, attempting to make sure they had enough light to read by.

He glanced outside again. They'd never get to…

He trailed off, nearly growling as the bus stopped once again, picking up a few stragglers who were waiting patiently at the bus stop… that was only a few blocks away from his house. His eye twitched once again.

Peter scrambled hesitantly over a small potted plant, almost positive that he'd seen a gnome stumbling about, and glanced up at the house he was currently outside of.

He'd been to this house once before, it was on one of the Dark Lords raids, Malfoy had been hoping to raid the house for months, and they'd nearly burnt it down before the Ministry Aurors had arrived. There was, thankfully (for the family at least), no one home. The Weasley's had apparently been out shopping. Lucius had thrown a tantrum once they'd knocked down the door of an empty house.

But Arthur Weasley worked for the ministry, and, although he had several children, Peter would be able to easily worm his way into the attic and keep track of what was happening in the wizarding world.

His Lord was gone, he knew that already, maybe not forever, but for now, he was gone – dead. Dead by the child that Peter wanted to die. Dead by the child who had torn their friendship apart. Dead by a thrice-Merlin damned infant!

Peter had always hated children. Harry had only increased that hate.

It didn't help matters that the boy seemed to understand that Peter didn't like him, and, due to that, Lily had taken to inviting Padfoot over, more and more, since the man seemed to have a soft spot for her little boy. Even James had taken to inviting Moony over as much as he could in hopes that the werewolf would forget that he was a werewolf for all of five seconds and hold the kid.

Everyone had soon forgotten about poor little Peter. For who would care about Peter when you could have that cute, little Harry.

And instead of being dead, the child was even more popular, even more loved, by the general public, people toasting the kids name for Merlin's sake.

But Sirius was in Azkaban, and Remus believed him dead, and for the first time since last week, Peter allowed his guard to come down, and he blinked sleepily, forgetting about the possible gnome infestation as he curled into himself.

It seemed to be getting darker, Peter decided, as he blinked one last time as a shadow fell over him.

Wormtail had always been a deep sleeper, able to sleep in almost any situation.

"Where'd Harry go," Dumbledore went straight for the point, asking the question directly, once again (it was rather strange to be doing that twice in one day) as he surveyed Petunia Dursley from behind his half moon glasses.

Instead of answering, the young woman let out a particularly loud screech as she spun around, wielding the kitchen knife that she had been using.

Of course, Dumbledore should've seen this coming, he had just let himself into the house without warning, but the alarms had gone off – what else could he have done? He didn't let that bother him though as he merely spared a glance at the knife before, once again, focusing on the woman before him. "Where is your nephew?"

"What are you doing here!"

The old man let out a soft sigh before settling down to sit at the kitchen table. He gestured to the seat across from him.

The blond woman gave him a long, searching look before gradually making her way to the proffered seat, never letting go of the knife's handle.

"Where's Harry Potter?" he repeated, for the third time, as he watched the woman.

She blinked slowly. "Harry…?" She trailed off, giving him a strange stare before blinking owlishly. "He went out with Vernon," she said slowly, as if unaware of what she was saying. She blinked once again. "Dudley was staying with his Aunt Marge and Vernon went to go pick him up, I told him to take Harry with him – they could bond see?"

Dumbledore furrowed his brow, and gave the woman a searching look, taking notice of the strange look in her eye before he nodded slowly. "And where does this Aunt Marge live?"

"Just outside of London."

He nodded, half wanting to pick up his wand and remove the spells placed on her, but it'd be too dangerous. He instead, gave her a small smile, thanked her, and apparated out of the house.

He'd head to the ministry first; it'd probably take nearly a week to just remove all of the spells placed on the woman.