Here, like back where he had come from, Remus was unattached didn't have any children. When Harry asked if he was trying to date anyone, Remus clamped down and just concentrated on eating. It was probably due to his werewolf status that he wasn't with anyone. Harry thought he'd also have to look into seeing if Wolfsbane was created here and if not, he was pretty sure he remembered the ingredients and brewing process.
He snapped out of his thoughts when his mom spoke to him. "Harry, where did you go last night? We didn't even notice you were gone until this morning," Lily asked. Some people stopped talking and listened.
Nervous at being the center of attention, he replied quietly, "I was just wandering around the graveyard. I needed to think some things through last night, and it's a little more peaceful there than here."
The adults nodded and continued to chat around, but Lily gave him an odd look. Maybe she knew Legilimency? No, Harry was a master Occulmencer… okay, maybe not a master, but he was pretty sure he could hold his own against most people except Voldemort. And Dumbledore. And even then he was pretty sure they couldn't penetrate his mental barriers without him noticing.
"Where are your glasses, Harry?" his father said.
"Uh…"
"In the graveyard as well? Did you crash?"
"More than likely that's how he got nicked up, James," Sirius replied with a grin aimed at Harry. "Don't worry, after lunch me and Remus'll just nip over there and see if we can't find them, okay?"
"Do I get any say in this?" Remus asked hold a sandwich accusingly towards his friend.
"Stay if you want," Sirius conceded. "I'm sure Eric's diaper needs changing anyway."
"Okay, I'll go. But you didn't coerce me into going. I went of my own free will."
James grinned, "Your own free will to get out of diaper duty. Some nanny you are."
Remus chucked a half-eaten sandwich at his friend. Moments later a full-scale food fight was going on.
After lunch (that James, Sirius and Remus had to clean up and get the food stains out of the curtains), Harry wandered around the house, simply going from room to room. Looking around his room he didn't find a broom and surmised the broken one in the graveyard must have been his. Even at that, it hadn't been a sporting broom - more of a step up from a training broom. He wished he had his Firebolt, or even a Nimbus, but this reality's Harry hadn't been very good on a broom at all. Well, that was something that was going to have to change as Harry really enjoyed flying.
He eventually made his way to the family library. Looking around he found ' Ye Olde Wizards Annual' from 1990 back to 1765. Flipping through the newest edition, he found it was simply a listing of current events for the year. Man, what he wouldn't have given to have something like this when he'd taken History classes. Sure beat having to learn about goblin rebellions.
Figuring the best place to start was the 1981 edition, he started reading the highlights of the year. He desperately needed to know what happened in this dimension.
What he learned shocked him. His parents were never attacked during the first war. Instead Voldemort attacked the Longbottoms first, and Neville became The-Boy-Who-Lived. But what really shocked him was that Peter Pettigrew was listed as the Longbottom's secret keeper and not the Potters! Neville's parents survived the attack, and Neville was left with an 'S'-shaped scar on his cheek. Harry wondered if he still had his parseltongue ability and concluded he probably did since he still had his shadowing skills going for him. Making sure no one was around, he wandlessly summoned a snake and confirmed that his snake speech skill was still in place.
After reading some more history… it said that Peter Pettigrew was to be given the Dementor's kiss, however, because of its cruelty, he was spared. He had earned three life sentences to Azkaban, and Neville became The-Boy-Who-Lived, complete with all the benefits and downfalls associated with the title. It felt odd to Harry knowing that what you are supposed to be was now given to someone else. Not that Harry minded; he didn't like all that fame and animosity anyway.
Harry quickly took books 1981 - 1990 back to his room for some light reading. That was where his parents found him hours later, just as the sun was beginning to set. He looked up at the sound of knocking. "Yeah, mum?"
"Honey, you didn't come over to Sirius and Amy's for dinner tonight. You all right?
"Yeah, kid, you missed dinner," Sirius said, cheerful as ever. He was holding 2-year-old Eric.
"I… I just didn't feel like eating, I suppose."