HARRY POTTER :flash forward.

"Does that answer your question?"

Gaping back in complete shock, Remus stuttered, "Y-yes, Harry; it does."

"Good," Harry firmly said back. "Now; I'm sorry for becoming such a hard-arse about it; but I and my family, here, seem to be spending way too much time blocking Dumbledore from interfering with me and mine. He just won't quit." "We three have spent the better part of the past four months learning every ward and detection charm we can learn to block that manipulative old coot from, again, getting me in his clutches. You wouldn't believe how many tracking and monitoring charms we've found. Our two personal house elves are having a lot of fun finding and destroying those charms on an almost daily basis. They're also the only two house elves we allow to prepare our meals and drinks while in the castle.

"So, Remus, you have choice to make; stay away from him and his subtle little manipulations... or me."

"That's going to be difficult, cub," Remus sighed. "He's done so much for me."

"Ah, yes," said Harry. "He let you attend Hogwarts. Tell me, Remus: How many other children with a furry little problem has he allowed to attend? None. How many were, or are, just as worthy and would have been willing to take the same protections you did? Probably a great many. So, why haven't there been any others?

"If you do run into him, be prepared for him to try and manipulate you. One of the one's he'll definitely use is trying to guilt-trip you into doing what he wants because he allowed you attend the school. The second will be to tell you it's for the Greater Good and expect you to comply. All the while he'll adopt that much disappointed favourite grandfather persona he uses, with his eyes twinkling merrily away. You'll see.

"He's also tried to talk to both my bondmates away from me; which is also illegal; using the same tactics. Please, don't allow him to do it to you. Plus, if you do run into him, as soon as you're away from him, check yourself for tracking and monitoring charms. He can't seem to help himself, there.

"And, finally, don't look him directly in the eyes at close distances. As I said, he's a master Legilimens and is able to scan your surface thoughts without use of the Legilimens charm. That twinkly eye thing he does? It's a cantrip designed to draw your eyes to his so he can do the passive scan."

"He might try a few other things first before he finally resorts to, 'Remus, my boy; you're going dark!' and adopt an expression of fearful concern. That, at least, should prove to you he's a manipulative old bastard. Apparently, he's tried similar with Sirius; just as he continues to try with me.

Frowning but nodding, Remus sighed and said, "Alright, cub. I'll go and talk to Sirius about it, first; but I'm concerned you may be reading into things as sinister actions where nothing of the sort actually exists."

"Good," Harry nodded back. "Always question; never just accept something as fact without further evidence. No wonder you were the brains behind the Marauders." Taking a breath and trying to relax again, he asked, "Shall we go and find out what everyone else is up to?"

With a nod, the old wolf followed Harry back to the other guests.

After Remus spent some time apart with Sirius, he came back to again wish Harry a Merry Christmas before he left. Harry could see he was not very happy with what Sirius had told him. Looking to his godfather, Harry asked, "Remus not happy with what he heard?"

"Yeah," sighed Sirius. "He tried to tell me you've become over-the-top paranoid. However, I then stepped him through everything I knew... which seemed to confirm a lot of what you told him... and he's having trouble accepting it. His problem is, he doesn't want to accept it; but, his logical side is telling him it's all true. He'll need to work through it for himself. Give him time."

Harry nodded back.

It wasn't too much longer that both girls, with both mothers, disappeared claiming they were getting ready. And that Harry wasn't to enter Daphne's 'old' room until they said he could.

He quickly glanced at his new watch, a gift from both girls, and saw that it was barely 2.30 in the afternoon.

"Four hours, we've got, before the portkey," he muttered to his godfather. "What takes them so bloody long to get ready?"

"They like to make it a 'ladies time' for bonding," Sirius replied with a grin. "Besides, neither of your girls has been able to spend time with their mothers since you've arrived. This gives them time to talk about things they'd rather the menfolk not know about."

"And what are the menfolk supposed to do while we wait?" asked Harry.

"We bond," Sirius laughed, before wrapping Harry in a hug and giving him a 'noogie'. Releasing him, he dragged Harry over to the two fathers. "Harry's a bit miffed because the girls have disappeared for four hours." Both men grinned back. Matthias said, "Enjoy it while you can. It's not often you can get out from under the watchful gaze of your spouse."

"That's why I took up clay pigeon shooting," said Ant. "Cele can't stand the noise of the guns, so leaves me to it."

"Mine's golf," admitted Matthias. "I once heard another man say it meant 'Gents only, ladies forbidden'. But, I think he was just making a joke. I see many ladies playing the sport."

"He was!" laughed Ant. "Ladies have been playing golf for over a century."

Harry sighed and said, "I only played Quidditch. However, now that we've been re-sorted to be together in Ravenclaw, Hermione's put her foot down and won't let me play, anymore."

"Why in Merlin's name not?" asked Sirius, honestly curious and clearly a little offended for his godson.

"Well, out of the two games I played in first year, A possessed Professor Quirrell hexed my broom to try and throw me off. He succeeded but I caught the snitch in my mouth and was only saved from being badly hurt from the fall by Professor Snape. The second game was okay. But, I missed the third because I was already in hospital.

"In second year, in my first game, a bespelled bludger was used to attack me. It broke my wrist and arm. I then crashed while catching the snitch one-handed and was lucky I wasn't hurt any further. Because of that faker, Gilderoy Flophart, I had to have all the bones in my right arm regrown. The second match against Ravenclaw was alright. I didn't get hurt there. And the third game was cancelled because it was the day Hermione and Penelope Clearwater were petrified by the basilisk.

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