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Remus had never intended to be a parent, until the day that Sirius showed his true colours.

He didn't think about those days. Not anymore, because he couldn't afford to break down and notice the screaming absences around him. He had long learned to put all the ugliness somewhere else, because he was a parent now, even if the little boy called him 'Uncle' and wasn't any kind of blood relation to him.

People in Staylittle were good about not paying too much attention to an apparent widower and his war orphaned adopted son. Remus avoided anywhere with too much traffic, in case spies on either side recognised him or his little boy.

But out here, they had near unlimited space, the local village for supplies and regular owl deliveries. Even if Harry would need to be taken into town sometime soon for all the mundane realities of having children. Dental, annual medical, new glasses and the like.

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"I'm sure we'll find something. We can get the Paper Bag Princess, as well." Because Harry liked it and Remus liked the lesson in it.

Remus loved James, but he wanted Harry to be a kinder person than James had been as a youngster. A more generous and braver one than he himself. He marked a day off the calendar, looking at the three days marked for next week.

Medicine starting tomorrow night, probably arriving tonight. He hummed and nodded. "Maybe I'll look through my old school books and see if we have anything on dragons."

"Okay!"

Harry gave his favorite (and only - that he knew of) uncle a smile before eating his bowl of cereal. The older he got - and he was five(!) - the more he took notice of the things around him and the things that came in and out of their lives. Such as the other people they met and were around in town and his own Uncle Moony.

"There should be lots," he said very seriously with a nod and gave him a toothy smile. "What else are we doing? Can we check on the garden?"

Not that they always had a full schedule or anything but he liked knowing.

Routine was very important for children. And so was always knowing what was going on. Speech, action, consequence. Remus had been raised well and wanted to do nothing less for James and Lily and Harry.

"We can go to the garden and have a look. Maybe the monkshood will be in flower." He came and sat down next to Harry, sipping his coffee. "Or maybe we'll find some fuzzy caterpillars."

"Can we bring a caterpillar inside and keep it," he asked, excitedly at the thought of keeping a caterpillar as a pet. Like all five year olds, he wanted a pet to keep and have as his own. Though, he had enough maturity to know that he wasn't ready for something like a dog or a cat or owl. A caterpillar though? He could keep a bug happy!

Harry liked the garden and liked knowing the names of the flowers and plants they kept. He liked learning every bit of information his Uncle Moony would tell him and teach him.

"Hm. We can probably do that. It will need fresh leaves to eat and somewhere to become a chrysalis eventually."

It was something Harry would look after and wouldn't be a danger. And wouldn't run from him like many mundane animals were inclined to.

"And I'm sure that when Bubonem brings the mail next, you can give him some mealworms." Even Snape couldn't complain that he let Harry give the owl some worms. Not and actually mean it.

Harry grinned happily. "I hope we can find one!" He munched happily on his cereal as he thought about about having a caterpillar as a pet. It wasn't a very exciting pet, he knew, but it was something that he could take care of!

"Okay! He will like those," he said very sage like, nodding his head then went back to his cereal. Afterward, he sat the bowl down and turned to look at his Uncle again. "I'm done - can we go now?"

He was more excited about their garden than he was about books for the moment.

While Harry finished eating, Remus cleaned up and got coats out and boots set to be put on. He took a moment to carefully strap his wand to his shin, with him and safely out of sight, and then came back.

"Boots and coat and we can go for the bus. Eyes checked first. Then shops. Then library. Then garden. We'll fit lunch in at some point." Depending on how long doing everything took. You had to walk slow with a child trotting alongside you.

"Do I have to get my eyes checked," he asked, looking up at him. "D'you think there's a way to fix my eyes?" Magic fixed everything, surely it could fix his eye sight, right?

He smiled and nodded. He liked that plan very much. Other than his eyes being checked. That was decidedly NOT fun, Uncle Moony.

Harry sat on the floor to tug his boots on.

"Yes, munchkin, you do. Your daddy had bad eyesight and it ran in his family, that means eye testing. Would you rather be able to read and not have headaches, or skip out on a little, short eye test?"

He ruffled Harry's crazy hair. "Some magic, on adults, can fix bad eyesight. But not on children. You're still growing, your body is changing and the magic can make it go all funny and then you'll end up with giant, buggy eyes." He swooped Harry up and into his arms as they left the house, locking the door with a brief thought and flick of his fingers.

"Magic can't fix everything." It couldn't fix him, for example.

Harry took a second to honestly consider that before sighing. "I guess I would rather read without getting headaches," he said, almost reluctantly before sending him a grin. "Can we get ice cream afterward?"

Because, you know, ice cream made things better, right?

"Do you think one day I can get my eyes fixed," he asked curiously, wrapping an arm around his Uncle Moony's shoulders with a large grin.

He was a very curious boy, just like most children his age. He was glad Moony answered his many, many questions.

"Mm. Maybe. You have to have your lunch first and then maybe we can have icecream after that, okay?" He was, overall, a good boy and Remus wasn't really worried about being fought about lunch first.

"Maybe one day. There's advances in science and magic every day. Now, no more magic talk once we reach the bus stop, and why is that?"

Because they lived in a muggle village, by a muggle town and while a little boy could talk magic to a degree, he had to learn young to not let the muggles know. Not let anyone know, lest they come looking for them.

"Okay!"

Harry was a simple child, really. With a parent figure like Remus, it was easy to be so easy going about such things. That wasn't do say he didn't have his moments - he was five!

He nodded very seriously and looked at Remus. "'Cause they can't know about magic, Uncle Moony," he said and gave him a bright smile.

"Good boy." He started them out and down the street, holding firmly to Harry's hand.

Harry smiled brightly as he held onto Moony's hand tightly, walking down the street looking around the familiar road. He had been down it dozens of times but he always felt like he saw something new or different.

"When do you think we'll see Bubonem next? Will you start teaching me more things as I get older?"

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I may need to get some bb!Harry icons. Yes. :D Awww, Remus!

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His next pet? A snake. HAH! I'm kidding! :D

Next pet: a rock.

He'll make a compromise - a lion? Yes? ;)

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