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Out of Tea

    “All right, everyone. Get closer.” Hermione said as she looked into the camera. Remus frowned at her, and Sirius and James both made faces. “Drop the faces boys or you’re out.” She said lifting her head and giving the two a serious look, hand on her hip.

“Aw come on Hermione!” James called as he laughed and wrapped an arm around Lily’s waist, kissing the top of her head.

“Besides, you have to be in the picture.” Sirius said and a few others murmured their agreement. Hermione shook her head as her gaze met Remus’.

“No, I’m fine, honestly.” She said softly, her eyes begging forgiveness from Remus. He inclined his head and nodded in understanding. She moved behind the camera again, to focus it, “Alaster…” She warned, and glanced up again at Moody who was scowling. He rolled his eyes and smiled for her, “3…2…1...” She said and snapped the picture. “Alright, who wants one?” She said as she picked up the picture, she pointed her wand at it, counted the number of hands as the group assembled around her to look at the picture. She immediately produced copies from the tip of her wand and handed them out.

An hour later everyone was sitting at the table, Dumbledore had dismissed them all, there was nothing new to report on, no attacks in the recent week, no news on anything, the Dark Lord was quietly lying low after the brutal attacks two weeks back.

“Hermione, Remus if you could please stay.” Albus said, nodding to them both. Hermione’s hand immediately found Remus’ as he had just stood up. He stiffened and looked down at her in alarm, and sunk back into his seat. Albus glanced up, a frown on his lips. “If they wish to tell you later Sirius, I’m sure they shall. You may go now, Mr. Black.”

Hermione glanced up at Sirius who was hovering in the doorway, she could make out James behind him, and watched as Ridge nudged them out the door, shooting her a sympathetic gaze as he closed the door. She turned her attention to Dumbledore and Mr. Weasley who was the only member to remain along with them. He was sitting next to Dumbledore, wringing his hands nervously.

“Before we begin,” Albus said, holding up his hand, “I just want to say that your position is fine, so far no one knows about you.” Hermione sagged in relief. “This actually concerns your young ward, Logan.” He said and panic rose in Hermione and she stiffened again, her hand squeezing Remus’ tighter than before.

“You see, I received word from someone who works in Level Four that much of the paper work over the last few months has been passed over quickly. W-with the events with the werewolves turning up and the other creatures… much of the work was rushed through, apparently.” Arthur said quietly, his eyes never leaving the table top.

“So, in this case the paperwork for Logan being our custody was not looked through thoroughly.” Hermione murmured looking at Albus.

“I’m afraid so.” Albus said softly. “We will do everything we can to keep him with you. But the new laws Dolores Umbridge has-“ He said and Hermione’s chair thudded to the ground as she stood up suddenly and cut him off.

“Dolores Umbridge is a pig-headed twat who deserves whatever curse is thrown her way! I will be dammed if she takes Logan from me.” Hermione snarled, her eyes blazing as she turned and left the room. She made her way to the hall and say Sirius push himself away from the opposite wall in alarm. She apparated away before he could go to her, and cutting off Remus’ call in the process.

            “Hermione!” Remus called and watched as she disappeared in front of him, apparating away, since they weren’t able to in the meeting room. He glanced up and his eyes met Sirius’. He let out a sigh and slumped against the wall, Albus and Arthur coming out from the meeting room as well.

“She’s gone.” Sirius said, and looked between the three men. “What happened in there?” He asked.

“The Ministry is going to take Logan away from us.” Remus said softly, running a hand roughly over his face.

“But they can’t!” Sirius said, his eyes widening, but the silence from the three before him made him frown and he watched them and waited helplessly for answer.

“They-“ Remus said, pausing briefly to swallow the lump in his throat, “They can.”

“There are new laws being put into place Sirius.” Albus said softly. “Many concerning werewolves, many of them having to do with children and being their care.”

“But some werewolves have children that don’t have the lycanthropy! What about them!” Sirius said his anger rising.

“They may make exceptions for them, or they may take them away. I am not clear on the specifics Sirius, but in Remus’ case, he is a werewolf, a young werewolf, who is not married, who may not be able to get married in a few years if the laws change that much, and therefore has no right to have a small child that is not directly his own in his care. The Ministry is simply trying to put the children in a safer environment.” Albus said calmly.

“You sound as if you are with them on this!” Sirius yelled, outraged.

“I assure you that is not the case. I am simply stating what they have told me.” Albus murmured, his eyes softening as he glanced over at Remus who was still leaning against the wall as if it were his life support. “Go home Remus. We will discuss things further once Hermione has calmed down.” He said and Remus nodded, giving Sirius and Arthur nods before dissapparating.

“There is no hope for them to keep him, is there?” Sirius whispered miserably after Remus left.

“I’m afraid not.” Albus said softly as he removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Then why lie to them?” Sirius said, kicking at the ground. “Hermione doesn’t need this right now, neither does Remus, things were just getting better for all of them, Remus is planning on proposing soon.” Sirius said, lifting his eyes to meet the very brief look of shock and alarm to pass through Dumbledore’s eyes and Arthur’s small smile.

“Even if that’s the case, it won’t help them. The laws are set now.” Arthur said licking his lips and shaking his head. “It’s the truth, and it’s horrible, but there is nothing they can do, the Ministry is law, and to defy them would be worst thing, Hermione knows that.”

“Yes, she does, all too well.” Albus said replacing his glasses.

“So we give them false hope is that it?” Sirius snarled, his anger surfacing again.

“For now yes, it will be some time before the Ministry takes action, for now we will give them the support they need.” Albus murmured softly, earning a glare from Sirius before he dissapparated and bid Arthur goodnight before they too parted ways.


            Remus apparated to his parent’s home to collect Logan, hoping Hermione was still there. When he went through the back door he was greeted by Hoss and Hans, and looked up to see his mother standing by the stove. She turned around suddenly, frowning.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, panic in her eyes.

“Where is Logan? And Hermione?” He asked looking around.

“She was already in and out, more than five minutes ago. What happened? She seemed very upset.” She said softly, and moved to grab a cup to make tea.

“The Ministry wants to take away Logan.” He said and he was startled when the cup smash to the floor, Hoss stood up as well, and his father called in, asking if everything was alright.

“It’s fine!” She called back and rubbed her forehead before leaning down to pick up the broken pieces, but Remus was there and crouching before her.

“I’ve got it mum. I don’t want you to cut your hand.” He murmured and as he touched a shard of the cup it suddenly put itself back together.

“When did you learn to do that?” She breathed and he shrugged, his gaze meeting hers as he placed the cup on the counter.

“Hermione has been teaching me to channel my magic wandlessly for a while now.” He murmured and she nodded but didn’t say anything else on that matter, but instead stood there watching him, waiting for him to explain about Logan. He was silent for a few minutes, trying to gather his thoughts.

“How long have you known?” His mother said softly, when he didn’t respond.

Remus let out a sigh and ran his hand roughly over his face. “Two days. I got word while at work… I couldn’t tell her…I was hoping Albus would wait a bit before mentioning it.” He whispered and paused, biting his lip. “Actually, I hoped he wouldn’t find out so soon…

“Dumbledore mentioned it?” His mother said softly, leaning against the counter.

“He is her guardian while she is-“ he said, stopping suddenly.

“What do you mean?” He shook his head, but his mother pressed further. “Remus, what do you mean?”

“She’s a task bearer.” He murmured softly, glancing away from the surprised look on his mother’s face.

“No.” She said softly and when Remus didn’t correct her she let out a strangled gasp and shook her head. “You have to-” she started but Remus cut her off, shaking his head as he spoke.

“No. I wont, I can’t-”

“You don’t know how long she’ll be here for.” His mother pleaded, trying to keep her voice down.

“I don’t care. I-” he said, but his mother cut him off.


“No! She knows me in the future.” He snarled, his anger rising.

“And how much older are you? How old is she? Did you ever think of that?” His mother cried. “I don’t want to see you suffer any-” she whispered desperately.

“I will marry her, whether you like it or not.” He snapped, and quickly dissapparated.


            When he returned home, he searched the house for Hermione and found her upstairs in Logan’s room, sitting on the edge of his bed, watching him sleep. He walked in quietly stood next to her, his fingers moving out to graze her shoulder, she flinched. He pulled his hand away and she stood up.

“I’m going to make some tea.” She murmured and brushed past him and left the room. He licked his lips nervously and stood and stared at Logan. He let out a soft sigh, casting a glance over his shoulder as he listened intently to Hermione start the tea downstairs before leaning over and kissing the top of Logan’s head.

He remained close to him for only a moment, inhaling the boy’s sent and burning into his memory. Closing his eyes Remus pulled away and strode from the room, leaving the door slightly ajar before heading down to the kitchen. When he got there he stood in the doorway for a few minutes watching Hermione, her back was to him. She reached up on her tips of her toes to reach the tea and pulled it down, opening the canister. He watched as she spooned some tea out, and then she dropped the spoon into the canister and let out a choked sob, covering her hand over her mouth to stifle it. Remus was behind her in moments, grabbing her and turning her towards him roughly, crushing her sobbing form to his chest.

“We’re almost out of tea.” She choked into his sweater, clinging to him.

“I know.” He said hoarsely, closing his eyes as words filtered passed his eyelids, words written in Hermione’s hand that would be burned into his memory forever.

For me, time is like tea. You keep seeking the right pinch, and when you find it you know it. But after a while that pinch runs out and you are left with nothing but the lingering feeling of wanting it back. So with time I’ve been seeking this task, and I’ve figured it out, found that pinch as it were. I know it won’t be long now until that pinch is done……then what?

Sorry for the wait. Thank you so much to my readers and reviewers. You guys mean everything to me. I'm going to try and make the chapters to come as long as I can, unless they need to be stopped at a certain time.

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