He had very little to his name in this world, which was fine with him. He had lived many years with very little to his name as far as he knew. It was not until his eleventh birthday that he suddenly found out how well off he truly was. So he grabbed the change of clothes that he had been given, put his wand in an easily concealable spot where he could pull it out when he needed, and headed out the door.
The vision of his mother was still something that nearly took the speech right out of him, but he was getting a better handle on it. He saw another man walking nearer her and it was not until he got a closer look that he realized, it was Remus Lupin.
A younger Remus Lupin than he had seen save for some photos in an album Hagrid had given him, but Remus none the less. "I was told by an old professor of mine, that we have you to blame for the one back at the school," he smiled as he walked towards the two, "He was probably my favorite teacher while I was at Hogwarts too."
He held out his hand to shake hands with his old friend, feeling very excited to see him again, since, in Harry's time, Remus had died.