His eyes shot open as a baby’s angry squall rent the air.
“Harry?” He gasped, and frantically unwrapped the infant, who was furious. “Alright, alright, shh…just a minute.” He soothed, rummaging around and managing to come up with a spare baby bag. His throat burned with unshed tears even as he went through the motions of diaper changing and warming a bottle. Lily had stocked both his and Sirius’ houses with extra diapers and baby supplies, ‘just in case’, as she said. “Stop laughing, Lils, you were right – as always.” He murmured, hearing her snicker in the back of his mind.
Glancing away from the now quiet child in an effort to gain control over his emotions, he noticed an envelope lying close by, partially covered by the blanket Harry had been tucked in.
Frowning, he picked it up. It was from Dumbledore, telling the Dursleys’–whom Remus now remembered were relatives of Lily’s (despite the fact that she and her sister mutually denied the other’s existence) who Harry was, how he had come to them, and requesting that they take care of him. He would check back with them when the boy turned eleven to start the boy’s magical education.
Remus growled angrily. How dare Dumbledore! He knew of the mutual resentment between the two sisters. Why would he knowingly send Lily’s child to live with people who hated everything that he was?
All thoughts of taking Harry back and explaining the situation to Dumbledore had vanished. His eyes narrowed in determination. “Well, Harry my lad, looks like it’s just you and me now.” He murmured, smiling down at the baby, who stared back at him with wide green eyes. Fragments of the night before were slowly filtering back into his rapidly clearing brain. “I guess this is one time I can actually be thankful for some of my baser instincts. Enough about that though. Let’s get this house cleaned and baby-proof, and then I should set about making some plans…”
Those plans had been extensive, and yet ridiculously simple. The first plan was to visit Albus Dumbledore, for Remus had easily recognized the familiar flowery script of the letter to the Dursleys. Why would the Headmaster leave a toddler—any child—on the doorstep in the middle of the night in cold, windy November? There had not been a heating charm or any kind of temporary sleeping spell on Harry to ensure that he would stay warm and quiet until the Dursleys discovered him. And why leave Harry with Petunia in the first place? Yes, she was technically Lily’s sister, but that was by marriage, not blood, and it was a tenuous link that both women only acknowledged under extreme duress. Surely Andromeda Tonks, Remus himself, or even Narcissa Malfoy would have been a better choice, even temporarily. Andi and Narcissa were sisters, originally of the Black family, and thus were cousins to Sirius Black on one side, and James himself on the other, which made them technically family.
Those were only a few of the questions Remus had for the old wizard. He had left early, leaving Harry under a light static sleeping spell and monitoring charms, which were Lily’s equivalent of a Muggle baby monitor. The static spell ensured that he would remain peacefully in the healing sleep that his little body needed to recover from the trauma of being left out in the cold on a damp November night. The monitor charm was in the form of a watch, much like a Wizarding family clock, and revealed Harry’s physical states – sleeping peacefully, fussy, hungry, wet diaper, etc. Even with the precautions and his own formidable wards, Remus had been reluctant to leave, but it couldn’t be helped.