Harry-Dementor

1- A New Home

Remus Lupin was standing just inside of the Dursleys' front door with a large, shaggy dog beside him. Harry paused on the stairs in fear, not having known that his dementor-sensitive godfather would be there as well. "Hi Professor Lupin," Harry forced a smile as he pulled in his aura as much as it was possible to do.

"Harry, I haven't been your professor for well over a year. Remus or Moony will work perfectly fine," the man laughed, dressed shabbily in muggle clothes the same as he did in wizard robes. The dog gave a happy bark beside him.

"Good to see you then…Remus," Harry smiled at him with a cautious step forward.

Petunia looked at the man and the dog as if a herd of cockroaches had tracked sewage into her front parlor. "Hurry up boy," she sneered as her hand inched towards a can of disinfectant spray that was sitting on the counter, presumably waiting for as soon as the wizards walked out the door, though Harry thought she was probably a heartbeat from spraying them down bodily if they stayed any longer.

"Of course, Aunt Petunia," Harry mumbled as he hurried down the rest of the stairs where the werewolf gave him a quick half-hug.

"You look different, Harry," Remus studied the teen he had an arm around.

"Really…" Harry almost panicked, thinking he was going to be found out before he even got out the front door. "It's been a while since you saw me last."

"That must be it," Remus nodded with a smile. "You look good, healthier, I think."

"Well, get going then!" Vernon almost shoved them out the front door in impatience and some still lingering fear of the new dementor.

Harry chuckled as he heard the familiar aerosol sound of a can of disinfectant spray as the door was closing behind them. "Hey Sirius," Harry finally said as he gave the dog a pat on the head. Thankfully, Sirius only barked happily and licked Harry's arm instead of reacting negatively to his godson.

"Have you ever side-along apparated?" Remus asked when they traveled down the street towards the park.

"No, is it like portkey?" Harry asked, pulling his trunk over the uneven ground behind him and holding Hedwig's cage so she didn't get jostled.

Remus gave him a wolfish smile and took ahold of both Harry's arm and the scruff behind Sirius's neck. "Hold onto your owl and trunk tightly…It's best to just get it over with."

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Harry was furious; he made his Harry-suit throw up. He promised to never side-along apparate ever again then and there. "There, there. It does get better," Remus ineffectually assured him as he awkwardly patted the retching teen's back. "I need you to read this piece of paper once you feel well enough."

Sirius gamboled around them, chasing pigeons and trying to distract his godson from his stomach flipping over itself. "Is there a single, pleasant form of wizard transportation?" Harry asked seriously as he grabbed the extended piece of paper to read something about an Order of the Phoenix and a house address. "What?!"

"Brooms aren't too bad," Remus shrugged as Harry stared in awe at where a massive townhome appeared in the middle of the neighborhood where there hadn't been one before. "Sirius will probably want to apologize for his mother later, but for now, try to be quiet as we enter."