Sighing softly, Remus looked around the house. It was very boring and looked like muggles lived in it; the only magic related items were books and James’ first ever practice snitch. He smiled softly at the memory and then scowled when he realized that the person he had came to love as a best friend decided to be a child abuser. The werewolf huffed and glanced at Harry; still asleep in his cheap crib. He checked the time and decided that Harry needed to eat.