"Speaking of your son, where is Harry?" another voice spoke up, spinning around they saw their old friends Sirius and Remus standing in the doorway. "Ah, Sirius and Remus my boys how have you been?" Dumbledore cried happily. "Where is Harry?" Remus repeated Sirius’ question not answering Dumbledore or acknowledging his old friends. Remus and Sirius had never forgiven James and Lily for giving Harry up, they had searched relentlessly trying to find their cub, the only time they saw the others was when they visited Henry. Although as Henry grew up to be more and more like James the visits got fewer and fewer. They had begged James and Lily to let them raise Harry but they refused to tell them where they sent him. "Henry is in Gryffindor," Lily said smiling proudly. "I know, I asked about Harry," Sirius snapped. "He never had a letter, the quill never wrote it for him," James said coldly.