You and Me Against the World -- Late Summer 1965

I walked back over to my dad, holding a couple of books.  "Dad, will you help me decide which one would be better to get?" I asked, holding them out for him to take a look at them.

I smiled and took hold of each book.  I flipped through both of them a little bit.  "Well, they both seem superb to me," I said to him.  This boy has had so many things go wrong for him in his short life.  "I think we're just going to have to get both."  It was a small, meager gesture, but I had to do something to lift his spirits.

My eyes widened while I looked at my dad.  "Are you serious?!" I asked, disbelief in my voice.

I stood up and smiled. " Of course I am," I said to him.  "Do you want to continue looking around..?  Or are youready to go?" I asked REmus.

If I kept looking, I was sure I would end up finding more things that I woudl want to buy.  And I did not want to bombard my dad with requests.  "We can go," I said.  There was no reason for me to beg for anything else.  I was already getting two books.

I chuckled and led the way out of hte bookstore.  "Do you want the Leaky Cauldron for supper before we head back home?" I asked my son.

I could not believe it!  We were having quite hte outing today!  It was rather exciting.  "Okay," I said to my dad.  "That sounds really good, Dad."

I chuckled at my son's enthusiasm.  I got us back to the Leaky Cauldron and smiled.  "Find a table, kiddo," I said to him, waving at Tom when he looked up at us from behind the bar.

I chuckled at my son's enthusiasm.  I got us back to the Leaky Cauldron and smiled.  "Find a table, kiddo," I said to him, waving at Tom when he looked up at us from behind the bar.

I quickly found a table and smiled at my dad as he caught up to me.  "this i sa good one, don't you think?" I asked my dad.

I smiled and set down our things.  "This is perfect," I said to him.  A barmaid came up to us and I ordered us drinks.  "Everything looks so good, don't you think?"  I looked over the menu.

I was having a hard time reading some things on the menu since they were grown-up words.  "Dad... I just want my favorite type of hotdog," I said to him.  "With some chips."  A dog smothered in cheese, onions, chili, and bacon bits.  The best thing in the world.

I chuckled.  "Of course you can have your odd little hotdog," I said to Remus with a smile.  I ordered our food and looked at him while we waited.  "Are you doing alright?" I asked him, completely concerned.  It had been a rough time for us with his mother leaving.

I grinned at my dad.  "Thanks," I said to him, genuinely pleased.  I looked at him and nodded.  "I'll be alright." I was still upset, but I was not sure if Dad could handle hearing that.

I smiled at my young son.  "I know," I said to him. " You're so strong, Remus... you always have been.  I just... well, let's just continue onward, eh?"

It was my fault that Remus had been bitten.  I knew it was Greyback.  I had crossed him accidentally and he took it out on my son. I knew I would have to tell him that one day... but I could not do it to such a young boy.  I did not want him to lose me,t oo, because I feared he would push me away for having unintentionally do this to him.