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everything looks different in the morning

Everything seemed familiar as Remus woke. His world was small and concentrated around the pain in his body, the stale metal taste in his mouth. His thoughts were sluggish and his senses felt incredibly dull. He was lying on his side, his shoulder wedged uncomfortably beneath his body, and as he clumsily pushed himself upright his blood started to move more freely, which made him grimace.

He'd made a mess of the floor.

With a rough sound he let his fingers hover over the deepest cut in his arm, and closed his eyes, willing the skin to knit, just enough where the bleeding would stop. Nothing happened. It had been a while since a transformation, even one as violent as this one had apparently been, had stopped him from doing nonverbal magic. If the burning pain in his legs and side were any indication, getting a hold of his wand was going to be a bitch. Gritting his teeth together, he started to his feet, tucking his arm tight against his stomach, and stumbled in the direction he'd left his clothing and wand, folded up and wedged tight between the crap old tool bench and cold masonry wall.

Only none of those things were there.

The room he was in was larger than the one he used for his transformations. There was a cluster of washers and dryers- was he in a laundry? Oh fuckssake, was this a laundry?- were set in the middle of the room. No, no windows, it couldn't have been a proper laundromat. It was some basement, someone's basement. He'd never seen it before. His brain struggled toward alertness, but sheer disbelief was making that difficult.

For the first time in a long time, Remus felt something like real, cold fear. He was injured, significantly, bleeding quite a lot. Wandless magic wasn't working and his wand was nowhere to be seen. He had no idea where he was.

Which meant he'd gotten out. How had he gotten out? How could the charms have failed? What if some of the blood on the floor- on him- wasn't his own?

“Ngh- no,” he said to himself, though it came out a rough, broken whisper. He turned, looking for an exit, and saw stairs leading up to a door. Unfamiliar stairs, and an unfamiliar door.

“Oh, please, no,” he whispered fervently, and lurched toward them, blood running to ice in his veins. He stumbled once, cracking his knee against the corner of a step, but pushed himself onward, and when he clumsily shouldered the door open, he fell onto a cold, plain floor. Not wood. Not his flat. Not even his building.

What had he done?

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Remus wished he could have been so casual and easy, even if it was only a facade. He watched Sirius go from the room, eyes tracking him until he was gone from the doorway, before he let out a slow, silent breath and dropped his face into his hands.

He was shaking a little, and needed to stop. Harry was still there. After a moment of digging his fingertips against his scalp, he dropped his hands and straightened up, lifting the shirt and soft cotton trousers from his lap. He looked at Harry, took in the build and the hair. Sirius was right. He was the spitting image of his father. But there were things in his manner, in the way expressions formed and moved on his features, that reminded him powerfully of Lily.

And there was the scar.

He offered the young man a weak approximation of a smile. It was a bit grim, all told.

"I'm afraid I've made a terrible first impression."

Sirius' touch eased the sharp spike of mingled jealousy and annoyance. How come he got to escape the heavy atmosphere of the room? How come he got to leave Harry to the business of explaining to Remus his whole life had changed?

As he left, Harry glanced up to see Lupin shaking, just a little, and he realized that all that didn't matter. They had done so much for him -- died for him -- that a little, or even a lot, of uncomfortableness was a small price to pay.

But Merlin's saggy y-fronts, why did everything have to be so complicated?

He gave Remus a slight, thin smile and shook his head.

"No," he said. "Not to... sound weird or startle you, but this isn't the first time we've met. This isn't my first impression of you. And even if it were, it's not that bad."

"Yes," Remus murmured, "Sirius said I teach you, at one point. At Hogwarts."

He couldn't find it in him to have an actual opinion on the matter, except that it didn't seem very likely.

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"Defense Against the Dark Arts," Harry supplied. He wasn't sure Lupin was all that interested, but Harry cared.

"You were the best one we ever had." Which said a lot about the other teachers as well as about Lupin.

Harry paused, his thin smile growing into something warmer.

"First time I met you, you saved me from a Dementor. That makes for an excellent first impression."

Remus's head snapped up, even as he eased himself out of the hospital bed to start pulling the track pants on.

"What? What the f- on earth was a Dementor doing anywhere near you?" he asked.

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Harry started to respond, then dropped his gaze against the uncomfortable truth.

"Sirius Black had just escaped from Azkaban," he explained quietly. "The idiots at the Ministry thought he'd be after me. I guess they had reason to, but they're still idiots and they sent a whole bunch of them to Hogwarts. To guard the school."

Remus stood fully, taking a careful step away from the bed and shaking the t-shirt out. He would look a nightmare until he could get into a shower, but he ached too much and was too tired to ask after one. There was too much in his head to make it a priority. He pulled the t-shirt on, absently regretting that it was white, and would be ruined with spotty blood stains overnight.

"...What timing," he said eventually. He looked at Harry, eyebrows drawing faintly together, then realized he must look awfully disapproving, which wasn't his intent at all.

"The last time I saw you, you kept grabbing my nose."

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He did look awfully disapproving. But he looked like a teacher to Harry; they tended toward disapproving even when they were pleased.

Harry smiled wryly and shrugged. "I ended up Seeker for Gryffindor House. Guess I was just showing my instincts early."

And there was James. Remus scrubbed a hand through his hair and sat.

"How long have you been here?"

"A little bit more than a year," he said.

Afraid of what the next question might be -- When did you come from? and all the rest about Harry's life -- Harry carried on quickly.

"There's a lot of people here that you don't know that know you. They're.. going to be excited to see you. ...Sorry." It was nice to be missed and wanted, but when it came from people you didn't know, it was uncomfortable.

Fucking hell.

"Really?" he mumbled, looking a little pained at the thought.

"People from home?"

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Harry paused for three seconds too long, then nodded.

"My friends-- Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna-- we all had you as a teacher and... after." Harry had learned his lesson somewhat. He wouldn't be telling Lupin anything about the war, the return of Voldemort and Harry's place in all of it for a while yet, unless it became lying not to tell him. He wouldn't be able to keep himself from telling Remus his fate, and the fate of his son, and that had been a terrible shock when Harry had told the previous him.

There was enough confusion in dealing with the previous hims.

"Draco Malfoy, too. He was at Hogwarts with us. Bill Weasley's here, Mr. and-- Molly and Arthur Weasley's oldest son. He knows you. Oh, and--"

His voice dropped to a resigned, sullen mumble.

"Snape."

A bunch of teenagers he'd never met but nevertheless taught in school, the adult child of Molly and Arthur, the undoubtedly pleasant spawn of Lucius Malfoy and, if he remembered correctly, Sirius's cousin Cissy and, of course, Severus Snape.

"Severus," he said, blinking in surprise.

"...has been trapped here with Sirius and neither's managed to kill the other? How alarming."

Harry shrugged again. "There's no magic." One thing he had noticed was that pureblood wizards tended to forget they had fists as well as wands when push came to shove.

"And Sirius has gotten better, I think. Snape keeps to himself."

As he glanced anxiously to the doorway, hoping to see Sirius, Harry's face took on a slightly pained expression.

"There's something else even more alarming," he said. "If you're not tired of all this yet."

Remus pitied Harry in that moment, but he knew damn well Sirius wouldn't be back any time soon. That cigarette would turn into two. If he'd been the one to make a break for it, he could have stretched it to five, easily, and Remus didn't even smoke.

"Go on, Harry," he said, barely managing to bite back a sigh, gaze attentive and focused.

Harry heaved a great sigh before looking straight at Remus.

"You were here before," he said. "Another version of you, I mean. ..Two of you, I think, because one of you founded the school here. That happens. People disappear and appear... They never remember anything that happened on the island. No one should hold it against you. It happens too often. I don't know how many friends you-- they had."

He paused, looking slightly uncomfortable. "But at the very least, a lot of people will know your name."

That took a few moments to sink in, Remus looking possibly less enthused about it than he had anything else. All he wanted most days was to be left the hell alone, and he'd just dropped into some sort of strange temporal conundrum where he was well known by many. Many who would probably not understand that he had no interest in any of them.

"....wonderful," he said.

They were on a roll, so why stop?

"There's people here you might recognize, too," he continued. "Not from home but from books and films." Like us, he thought.

"I don't know any myself. I never read a lot of books or watched films or telly. But they're out there so.. know that they're real. A lot of people have a lot of impossible sounding stories, but they really did live it."

Remus wanted to ask what the hell Harry had been doing with his time, if he hadn't been reading books- or the other things, as well- but thought perhaps it wasn't the time.

"Harry, last night I transformed into a werewolf in the basement of a building in London. This morning I woke up here, to... this. To you. To my dear friends' son all grown up when you shouldn't be more than six, by my count. I think I'm more or less ready to take anyone else's story at face value."

Harry's lips quirked into a slight smirk. Trust Remus to be sensible, even in the face of all this.

"I know. There's just a lot of strange stuff around here," he explained. "I don't want to you to get blindsided because I assume you'll know what to do."

Remus was intellectually aware of the fact that this was someone attempting to look out for him. It made him deeply uncomfortable.

"Thank you," he said, gaze slipping down and distant.

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Harry stared at him, the expected response on the tip of his tongue, automatic. But he stopped himself when he saw how Remus' gaze drifted away.

It was all weird and awkward and what he was going to say next was bound to make it worse, but he had to. Maybe it was selfish, but Harry didn't care.

"I'm glad you're here," he said quietly. "I know I'm.. not possibly what you could have expected and I know all this stuff about you, stuff you haven't even done yet, and you know nothing about me. I know you're probably not happy about showing up here unexpectedly. But I am."

His own gaze drifted down now. "And I know I'm their son to you. I was a baby when you last saw me and I don't expect you to be friends with me right off the bat. But we were friends, once, and I want to be that again."

He gave him a shy, borderline mischievous grin. "That's another warning, so you're not blindsided."

That was more strange, perhaps, then seeing Lily and James so clearly in him. The shyness, the quiet determination, that was unique to Harry. He regarded him quietly, before he managed the first thing to even resemble a real smile that had yet graced his features.

"I am grateful, Harry, both for the help you gave me earlier, and for... this. And I am glad to have met you."

Harry's face suddenly brightened with a warm, pleased smile.

"Good. And you're welcome."

He bit his lip, considering.

"There's more about the island that you should know, but it can wait, if you want to get some more rest."

It was Lily, it was Lily in every line, and Remus felt his stomach twist around. He smiled weakly back at Harry.

"I... do, actually. This has all been a bit exhausting, to tell you the truth. Please tell Sirius not to bother about the tea- Thank him. But. I'm afraid I do need to lie down."

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