18The Blue Side of the Moon
It was late at night and snow was lying all around the ground. What was coming down was swirling in the wind. Icicles were forming where the earlier rain had frozen, patterns were forming, and the snow was starting to drift.
He didn't think the snow would last for long. He gazed out the window, the change from living on his own, to looking after a young child was hard, and yet Harry was not calling out for him Mummy or Daddy, he thought maybe this was because Harry knew Lily and James had died. Yet for one so young he was coping admirably
Harry was settling well into life in Scotland, it had been a big change from Godrics Hollow, the drafty wide open spaces of the cottage changed for the small cramped interior of Remus' house. Yet after less than two months the house was finally his home.
He had spent the full moon at Hogwarts with Harry in the school, while he had used the shack for one last time, memories of romping around in the moonlight as Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs there, forever just a memory. The night rememinded Remus of the good life, he and his friends had enjoyed at Hogwarts, in all honesty just a short time ago. But they were all gone, James and Lily betrayed. He still couldn't believe that Sirius would do such a thing, and he had the killed Peter. He sighed. He could just concentrate on the good times. Yes concentrate on the good times.
Remus shivered. The embers were glowing in the fireplace, he glanced into the coal bucket and the basket he usually kept some logs in. They were empty. He would have to go out into the snow, which was a blizzard by this point, to fill them up.
He hunted down his coat, his hat, and his gloves and went out to the shed. He grabbed some logs and put them to one side, ready to fill the basket he filled the coal bucket and headed off back inside.
Adding some coal to the fire, and putting the fireguard in place he went upstairs to bed, glad that the fire going would add some heat to the room and indeed the house for the morning.
Remus was woken to the sounds of a voice shouting "Moony" he sighed, and rolled over and looked at the clock. 7:45, a time not to early to awaken. He walked over to the curtains and gazed outside, the orange of the street lights in the distance, painting an orange glow on the ground.
So the snow had stayed he sighed. This would mean there would be no walking into the village to buy the milk and bread, and food that was needed. Maybe someone would floo over with some.
He sighed and walked over to Harry's cot before lifting him out, and walking down stairs to make breakfast. That food was certainly in need in the house.
Later that day, Remus and Harry were outside, the blizzard finally over and the crisp white snow lay on the ground. They were making a snow wizard, the snow was starting to melt and so they were making the most of it, they had scrapped enough food together for Lunch, and hopefully when Professor Dumbledore called, Remus could go and get some from the village shop. It was far to slippery to make that walk with a buggy, and even carrying Harry.
He glanced up the skies were promising another lot of snow. He sighed. Maybe he would be facing a walk in the middle of a blizzard or at least a snowstorm.
He sighed, and went inside to fetch the buggy, and headed off to get some food.