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“Ah,” said Harry, suddenly sounding slightly wary. “Ha, well, er…at least that saves on wrapping paper,” he quipped with a rather nervous chuckle. “We ran out last year when I was wrapping up your Firebolt 3000.”
Ted jumped inside his skin at the sound. It came from the window, and Ted looked to see that it was just an owl delivering him a letter. He stowed his father’s drawings away in the shoebox and crossed to the window. When he opened it a regal snowy owl swooped inside, dropping the letter on Ted’s desk before looping once around the room and coming to land on the windowsill, where it perched and sat. Ted recognized it as Victoire Weasley’s owl, Mercutio. Why on earth she’d named him that, Ted didn’t have a clue.
He stuck these letters back in the shoebox, and finding that he’d gone through everything in it, stuck it back in the larger box. Now all that was left was the huge number of small black leather-bound books. They were all identical aside from their labels, which had been written in silver ink along their spines. They were all labeled in years. Ted cast his eyes on the oldest one, the one labeled, “1971”.
The Furry Little Problem
One rainy afternoon in April, Remus was returning to the Gryffindor common room after full moon and he came in from the portrait hole to find James, Sirius, and Peter all snoring as they slept soundly over their homework. He shook his head, but he was smiling. He crossed over to them, and was about to wake them up when he noticed a very large book that James was now using as a pillow. It was the title of the book that caught Remus’ interest: Animagi.
Just as he was losing the last shred of his mind to the darkness, he heard a scritch-scratching from beneath the floor, and the creak of the trapdoor swinging open and hitting the floor with a thud, as a large, black shape emerged from below….
Even though the moon was a waxing gibbous, the cloudy night meant that the skies had little light to offer to the dark grounds. Luckily there was a lit torch on an iron bracket on the outside wall just below the window. He caught sight of the shadow moving across the stretch of grass within the dim light. It did not move into the pool of illumination offered by the torch’s flame, but its silhouette was cast upon it, and it was unmistakably the figure of a woman.
“...We’d hear a, ‘Wotcher!’ followed by the clatter of the umbrella stand as she bumped into it for the umpteenth time, and then Sirius’ mum’d start screaming her bleedin’ head off.” He laughed lightly and wistfully with the memory. “But she was a good person. And even though you’re grandmother said she was a Hufflepuff in school, she was as brave as any true Gryffindor.” He looked directly into Ted’s face. “Your dad was a good person too.”
Remus, who was not eating nearly as much as the others were, picked up his wand and began drawing in the air.
Touch of the Veela
“Where are we going?” Ted asked, his mouth going dry as he unwrapped the chocolate bar with his long, tremulous fingers.
Life-Savers, Lakesides, and Love Affairs
He could sense the anger and hurt radiating from her as she headed not for the staircase to the dormitories, but for the window. She walked right past him as she did so, still unaware of his presence. He turned in his chair to watch her flop down on the window seat, and folding her arms while she glared out the window. After a few minutes her gaze softened, and he thought he could see—though perhaps it was a trick of the moonlight—tears glistening in her emerald, almond-shaped eyes.
John and Joanne
Remus sighed. “Dad?”
He looked up and saw…the moon, full…a perfect circle in the sky….
Lily became oddly flustered and reached rather frantically for another book. As soon as it landed on one, James, who had absently been reaching for the same exact book, ended up accidentally covering her hand instead with his own. She gasped and regarded their hands resting on top of each other on the book—Lily’s charms book, actually. And then she looked up at James, who was still gazing at her with an endearing intensity.... As his and Lily’s gazes locked, Lily turned slightly pink, and…smiled…rather sheepishly….
The Hand of Death
This time, Remus did not flinch at the sound of the name. This time, no one flinched, save for Peter. This time, it was different. This time, it didn’t matter if no one said the name or not, because the wrath of Voldemort had just touched his own personal life for the first time…the war had spilled its blood onto his family…he would never fear to utter the name again.
During this entire sequence, Remus had observed out of the corner of his eye that Lily had been staring at James fixedly, and James hadn’t even noticed, despite the fact that she was sitting right beside him. For the moment, James’ attention was locked on Sirius, who sat on his other side.
A Trip to the Tapestry, at First Sight, and a Picture for Posterity
Sirius got up, went to his trunk, knelt down, and opened it. After digging around in it a little, he said, “Ah. Here’s one. It’s fairly recent. Taken just this past Halloween.” He handed it to Remus, and Remus saw a small girl with mousy brown hair done up in crazy pigtails who seemed to be relishing in...transforming her actual face into several scary monster faces.
The Stigma, the Order, and the Department
Remus turned in his seat to see a woman somewhere in her early thirties, wearing a pink cardigan with a matching skirt, and pink pumps on her feet. She was a rather flabby woman, and Remus thought she looked a bit like a toad. She had a batrachian resemblance in her wide mouth that was particularly creepy, even disturbing. In fact, the black bow in her hair made him think of a fly, and any minute he expected her to flick a long sticky tongue and grab it and eat it, as any real toad would do.
The First Taste of War
As Remus made his way with Marlene, sneaking through the dark underbrush, he began to feel not just a knot in his bowels. While the knot quickened his breath and made the acids in his stomach flutter and churn, he felt another sensation…a sensation of closeness to his own body. A voice he did not recognize kept whispering softly, comfortingly, in his ears, You might die tonight…you might die tonight….
Good News, Bad News
Remus replied, his own voice breaking, “Because that’s not how it’s supposed to be.” He had no idea where that reply had come from, but it had come from somewhere, and he knew it, somehow, to be the truth. He kissed her then, full, on the mouth…it felt so real that this couldn’t be a dream…it was just like he remembered…warm…and wet…full of something that illuminated his heart.
The Cave and the Golden Retriever
“You can Apparate out, if you want, and find Lily,” said Remus. “I’ll go on ahead.”
And the dress: it was just like the one from his dream…the straps hung down so that her porcelain-like shoulders were exposed, and then the bodice dipped down in a low V to expose the smooth, creamy small of her back. He licked his lips. Before he could stop himself, he allowed his eyes to wander down the nape of her neck, longing as he’d never longed before…imagining himself caressing that naked back with his knuckles before taking her mouth in his….
The Wedding Day of James Aldous Potter and Lily Violet Evans
She held herself upright, smiled at everyone, and continued her made-up, wayward ballet step down the aisle, tossing white rose petals from her basket, leaving them in her wake. She even dared to try a few twirls, and only stumbled slightly once. And when she did, she simply straightened herself out like before, smiled at everyone, and continued on her merry way.
A Dance with a Stranger and a Belated Birthday Present
Edwina Malkin sat alone at a table, sipping on a goblet of limoncello that someone who had no intention of dancing with her must have brought her. Her curly brunette hair was pinned up in an elegant bun with a few forelocks on either side of her face hanging down in beautiful corkscrews. Her high-collared halter dress was the color of dark scarlet…the color of fresh, warm blood….
She drew a sharp intake of breath, and bent slightly while she swayed a little on the spot. Softening completely, Remus caught her arm and led her into the sitting room, where he helped her onto the couch. “Thank you,” she muttered.
James emerged from the shadows where he’d been standing right behind Elphias, and though he was positively soaked through to the bone, he was beaming. He took out his wand, pulled off his glasses, and dried the rain-fogged lenses off quickly before putting them back on and surveying all those present.
Christmas with the Potters
“I love chocolate!” Nymphadora squealed. She accepted his present and threw her arms about his neck before he could stop her.
Without taking a bite, he set his fork aside, all eyes on him, aside from Harry’s—he was already busily digging into his tart with his hands. The wise old wizard leaned towards the Potters, his chin resting on his knuckles, looking both James and Lily straight in their faces, and said to them, “It would seem that Voldemort has you marked for death.”
The Secrets We Keep
Sirius relaxed visibly.
The Quidditch Final
Ted noticed Rodger grin with pride, having just saved Morgan from getting a broken nose....
The Things We Carry
They stood in silence a moment, both of them examining their shoes. Then Nymphadora suddenly raised her head with a tiny gasp, and Remus raised his in turn to look at her: this time the girl was smiling even more broadly.
Sorina sucked in her breath. Then in horror she and Remus watched, helpless, as Dragomir gave one last convulsion before collapsing with droplets of blood frozen in the snow upon the stone ground, and went still....
The Afternoon Visitor
He slipped in through the front door, and just around the corner to his left off of the foyer was the kitchen, where he could now clearly hear bangs of cupboards and the loud rattle of dishes. He was a bit nervous now because his parents’ wedding china was in there somewhere, and it was a rather beautiful set that he admired. He pushed the door open cautiously and there on the floor, on its hands and knees, digging through a bottom cupboard, was what appeared to be a small child dressed in faded khaki pants torn at the knees.
Settled and Unsettled
So Remus picked a tale from the many that the Bard had woven—this time he chose “The Fountain of Fair Fortune”. Then he tucked him in when he saw that he’d fallen asleep during his telling. As the boy slept, Remus remained by his bedside with his chin in his hands, watching every breath his little brother took, the rise and fall of his small chest.
As He Grows
Before his very eyes it seemed, Ramirus shot up like a weed. As time passed sleepily, Ramirus’ legs and arms sprouted outward, bit by bit, until he was growing into a lanky frame that was uncannily like his brother’s. He’d inherited the bibliophilia...that Remus had inherited as well from their parents, not to mention Remus’ taste for chocolate. When Remus compared photographs of himself from when he’d been a boy to Ramirus as he grew, they were the spitting images of each other—of their father, but both with their mother’s warm brown eyes.
“Remus, what—?” Ramirus began in a tone of confusion and alarm. He seemed to be able to sense that Remus could sense that something was wrong. Very wrong.
Remus on Trial
“Mister Lupin!” she laughed fixing her smiling indigo eyes on Remus. “I thought that was you! It’s me, Mister Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks! Remember?”
A Dark Encounter
It was as if his handsome youth had been sucked out of him. He seemed dead yet alive, a living corpse.... In the photo he blinked slowly out at Remus, and Remus, his hands shaking as he held the paper, gazed back, transfixed and frozen.
Remus considered him a moment, and it was only that he really saw for himself the famed lightning-bolt scar on Harry’s forehead, beneath the thin veil of his jet-black bangs—the mark of Voldemort’s attempt on his life all those years ago. And despite this, he could not get over seeing James and Lily’s son...he’d seen that picture in the paper of him with Gilderoy Lockhart, but newspaper photos never compared to the real thing. Nevertheless, he did a good job of not letting his excitement show. He calmly went back to breaking up the chocolate....
“You don’t need to do that, sir,” said Remus. “My Ravenclaw third-years just managed to get rid of the one [boggart] in the broom cupboard on the fourth floor, so if you’ll allow the staff to leave this one, I can use it for my Gryffindor third-year class tomorrow....”
He felt the change ripple across his body, and when he looked down, he saw that his skin was as black as pitch night. He’d put on his black school robes, and his hair was black too. Now all he had to do was stick to the shadows, and the only thing that would stick out would be the whites of his eyes, for he’d turned his eyes black too.
The moaning stopped, though there came no reply.
The he dropped to his knees and forward onto his hands so that he was down on the leaf-carpeted forest floor on all fours. He nearly had the crazy intention of transforming right then and there and going on the hunt for Sirius with his lupine nose as his guide—if only he could.
Fevered Visions, Lullabies, and Magic Mirrors
When he came to the fourth room, he expected the same thing, only this room wasn’t even lit by torches.
And he seemed to be looking for something, hunting about in the grass. Remus watched as he came to the base of a lonely tree on the grounds. Coming around the other side of it though was the dark shape of another four-legged creature. When that and the cat bumped into each other and leapt back in surprise and alarm, Remus got a good look at what the mysterious creature may be, and it sent a chill up his spine when he found it to be extremely canine.
He felt his hair turn dark and grow out to shoulder length. He shrank a little in stature, became more curved, felt certain parts leave him and new parts grow out. In a matter of moments he stood there as a perfect likeness of Priscilla Parkinson. He looked down at himself and grinned. He had never transformed into a girl before.
Remus hastily excused himself from the High Table and very discreetly left the Hall. He felt Severus’ eyes on him as he departed, but he did not care. Once out of the Great Hall, he turned left, in the direction he had seen the orange speck streak, followed by the black streak.A/N: Wuthering Heights quote is from Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights, pg. 1.
A Visit to Hogsmeade
When she pulled back her indigo eyes were dancing as she looked him up and down. “By Helga, Remus it’s damn good to see you!” she laughed.
He leaned in closer. “Listen: Nym-pha-DOR-a. Hear how it rises and falls, almost like a bounce in a happy step or a skip?”
Severus raised an eyebrow and turned to Remus. “So, Lupin, I understand that you’re going to be giving Potter private lessons in dementor defense.”
“It scares me to think there are still people out there who could become another…another V-Voldemort.” Unlike Ted, Victoire had some trouble saying the name, like most of her family did. Harry however had insisted that Ted use the name, and he had insisted it so strongly he’d practically hammered it into Ted’s head. To put it simply, he’d been extremely adamant that Ted not refer to Voldemort as You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named so help him Godric Gryffindor.
Is that you, Uncle Ramirus? he thought as he gazed with knitted brow into the inkily ambiguous depths of the forest laid before him like a moldy black curtain. Is it you? Are you waiting for me? Did you save my life? Me—the only son of your older brother: the only father you’d ever known…?
Then he remembered that yesterday—Valentine’s Day—had been not only a day for all to celebrate the joys of love, or exhibit a lack thereof, but also Nymphadora’s birthday.
“What do you like about him?” Remus asked before he could stop himself. Hoping to smooth over his abruptness, he hastily added, “If you don’t mind my asking.”
Remus Lends a Helping Hand
Hermione’s lip trembled and she seemed on the edge of tears. She tried to hide her face, which moved Remus even more to pity. He discreetly conjured a handkerchief from his pocket and offered it wordlessly to her. She accepted it and dabbed at her eyes. But, it seemed, as much as she tried to hold them back, the tears gushed out followed by a cascade of chest-chokes and small sobs and hiccups.
By the Old Beech Tree
Remus felt a lump rise in his throat at the sound of that voice, hearing its beauty. With clammy palms, and a pounding heart, he turned around. And there was Nymphadora standing by the beech tree....
Remus noted that his eyes were grey like Sirius’ too, and that he had one dragon-tooth earring. He knew that Zane had no Auror business down in Hogsmeade, so he had come specifically for the reason Remus knew he had. He didn’t know how he knew—he supposed he just expected it, subconsciously, after what had taken place on his birthday.
Choice and Fate
Choices. Life was full of them. Every day, we made a choice, sometimes ones that would make or break our lives. And it was choices that determined fate, Remus was certain of that.
A Night Out
“...I’m sorry, it’s…the moon….” He gestured vaguely to the crescent in the sky. “Makes me crazy. Loopy....”
The Shadow of the Past
...then something grabbed his attention by the very throat.
He closed his eyes. He could feel Sirius looking at him, feel him wishing he could say something, like, “Just ignore him,” or, “What does that kid know about anything anyway?”
There could be no mistaking it though: aside from the bald patches—no doubt caused by stress—the coloring, the teeth—they were unmistakable markings: this rat was Peter. He’d know him anywhere.
So they were at a stand-off, and Severus held all of the cards.
Then he caught sight of Harry’s expression: he was looking from Severus, to Sirius, to Remus, and back to Severus, and then he set his face. He crossed the room and blocked the door, the only way out. He even extended a hand to either side of the door, gripping the frame, bracing himself for a physical struggle.
Brought to Light
Only this was no illusion. It was real.
The roaring started small, as if from the bottom of a well, then grew louder and louder, until it split through Remus’ brain, making his knees buckle. The pain in his stomach shot through him, more violently than it ever had before. All those months of being caged in by the Wolfsbane Potion—the beast was angry.
The Morning After
All at once, Remus felt his nursed love for Nymphadora burst forth as a rose spilling petals, overflowing like the red blood of his heart.
Harry sighed. “Well, to be honest, I’ve been putting my energies into finding out who jinxed you.”
“Sir,” Remus began urgently, moving automatically towards the headmaster’s desk, “please, I need to know: Sirius, he escaped?”
Friends Never Say Goodbye
“Well, I’m glad you kept the compass: seems to me you could still use it.”
A She-Wolf's Eyes
Remus looked up at her, into her eyes of ash and snow, and returned the reassuring squeeze she had given his hand. “I hope you’re right, Liane. That one hope is all I have.”
The point was, something horrible had happened at the Quidditch World Cup last night (news certainly traveled fast). And it was clear to him what that horrible something was when he saw the photograph below.
The White Demon
Yves paused in his otherwise incessant pacing and looked over his shoulder at Remus with a hopeful expression. “Will you help me?”
Never be ashamed of who you are….
"...I’ll say it again, Liane, that I love you, but at this point, I’m afraid it’s either me or him...."
And it was clear to him that she had made her choice at last: she was willing to sacrifice her relationship with him and follow her own heart, which yearned to actively rebel, to go with Yves and find Greyback, and begin their uprising.
“Tonks…?” Sirius emerged from the kitchen into the front hall and his face cracked into a wide grin. “Is that little Nymphadora?”
The Moldering and Quite Withered House of Black
Nymphadora shivered. “Sounded like cockroaches….”
A Prisoner Once More
Remus exchanged wary glances with Nymphadora, who was biting her bottom lip.
“Right, well, I s’pose we can call this to order, the first meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, for this the second resistance effort against Lord Voldemort.”
“I was wondering…what you might know…about what women want…in a man?”
The Plan for Privet Drive
...he felt a touch at his arm and saw that it was Sirius, peering at him in earnest in the gloom in the front hall.
He paused, his ears pricking up at a disturbance that came through the ceiling, one that he alone naturally (or preternaturally, rather) could pick up.
“No, he deserves to know the truth! He’s not your son, Andromeda! He’s Remus and Nymphadora’s!”
“Well that would be tragic,” said Nymphadora, snuggling into the pillow. “Not just because she would leave him, but the fact that she would let something like that come between them, that she would stop loving him just because he had lycanthropy.” She paused, and then said, “But surely you don’t think that would ever be the case with someone like you Remus?”
“Tonks, you can tell me,” Remus urged her. “We’re a couple now. A secret one, but that doesn’t mean we keep secrets from each other. Not anymore.”
Nymphadora furrowed her brow. "Who?" She took a sip from her own cup.
From the Alabaster Augurey
...Caiaphas Stindolph stood before them in a crouch, ready to spring, a knife in his hand that could have easily been pressed to Nymphadora’s throat had Remus not acted quickly enough; the flat of the blade gleamed menacingly, and the werewolf bore his yellow teeth, colored brown and pointed.
Under the Stars
Nymphadora jerked her arm away before he could have a better look. “It’s nothing, Remus. I got away, and you didn’t bite me. Let’s not make an issue of this, please?"
At last Sirius said, “Remus, I’ve been thinking: you see, the thing is, I was so preoccupied on my travels, and the place would always be so out of the way of my route, that I never got the chance to…. What I mean to say is, it’s almost Halloween again, and….”
A Black Ballad
Ill fate had taken away the child Sirius almost had with Aurelia, along with his best friend, had taken away the father Harry had, but perhaps in the grand scheme of things, if they could just see this war through, maybe there could be a chance for the both of them yet to have again what they had lost, if only a small piece of it.
And Nymphadora herself stood there with his present, hugging herself, in the moonlight, very much the faerie woman that he loved.
Madness and Faith
Sirius’ voice cracked on the last word, and then died in his throat.
But as they walked hand in hand up the stairs, the romantic scene playing before them in a sort of spontaneous way, the iridescent effervescence popped at the sound of wounded whimpering.
Speaking Out and Speaking Up
“To Harry, and his wily tongue,” said Sirius, grinning.
He lifted the lid of the box, revealing the engagement ring glittering within, just as Nymphadora’s eyes glittered now.
Bad News Harry
Severus lowered his eyes to the table. “That boy has no hope of learnig Occlumency. I don’t think I’d want to teach him anymore even if he hadn’t wandered into one of my worst memories.”
Sirius turned to him, his previously glassy grey eyes now quite sharp. “Remus, I know what you’re thinking,” he said in earnest, “but I’m not…I’m not mad. I’m not. I mean I’m a bit…strange…from—from Azkaban but I am not mad. I’m not.”
“Remus, just so you know—if I don’t make it…my will’s in the drawer of the writing desk in the drawing room, and…look after Harry as best you can, would you?”
Poking out of the ashes, serrated leaves, thorns, and all, was a single black rose, blooming.
As he played, he snuck glances at his godfather during pauses, and over the course of the song, the recognition seemed to emerge like a sunrise across his face. He was very still, and as the notes flew off the strings like birds rising up in the dawn, it seemed to Ted that a spirit of sorts was spiraling downward and descending to be with them all.
Death and Desire
“He was such a joker though, wunnee?” She touched Sirius’ face with her fingertip, sniffed, and put the picture back on the mantelpiece.
“And you have found love in Nymphadora Tonks, yes?” Albus held him with his bright blue gaze.
“This is war. There’s no way of telling what will happen. Nothing can be certain.”
“I know it’s been hard,” he said to her quietly.
Molly held the ring out to him. “She told me to give this to you. She told me she would wait—her whole life if need be—until the day she dies, for you to offer it back.”
“You don’t even know what his mission is.”
More Monster Than Man
Of all of the werewolves in this den who smelled of sweat, dirt, and blood, the pungency was thickest about Fenrir. That was the first impression that hit Remus was the smell.
Its light lanced through the red haze and shone so bright and beautiful that Remus, for the first time perhaps in a long time, felt love-struck by it, even as a glimmering thought of Nymphadora clung to his brain.
Remus tried to reach up with his hand, but his arms seemed suddenly to weigh like lead.
Perhaps it was a trick of the firelight, but Remus thought they were deviously judging him, like wolves looking out from the hidden branches in a thicket, contemplating some large, cloven-hoofed prey.
Scots Pining Forest
Finally she whispered, “Is this a dream?”
“Now, tell me, Lyca, as honestly as you feel comfortable,” he said to her, looking her directly in the eyes with a mixture of concern and no-nonsense, “What exactly is going on between you and Fenrir?”
The Lost Ones
“You just have no idea,” he said.
As they bundled the wood and piled it up with the rest though, they entered the main gallery and were met with thick silence and many staring eyes.
“Don’t call it running away. I’m doing this because I’m not any good for her and she can’t see that.”
Ice and Fire
“So what, you expected to come here and find me all dewy-eyed at the sight of you and just throw my arms around you, after what you’ve been putting me through?”
A Pact of Dichotomy
“Just pretend that none of it matters to you,” she told him. “It doesn’t matter to me. I’ll say it again—a million times if I have to—that I just don’t care: all I do care about is you.”
Blood Trail, Blood Vow
“Rammy,” Remus moaned, pressing his forehead to his little brother’s cold and clammy one. “Rammy, don’t die…please…I’m so sorry…I tried…please don’t die….”
Borage Leaves and Chicken Stew
“Tell me,” he went on, examining the filthy nail of that same pinky, “what is it I can do to make you give in to the truth of what you are?”
Remus staggered for a moment, and then worked to contain his swiftly manifested anger at being in this man’s presence. “Wormtail?” he half-choked. “What are you doing here?”
So instead of answering, he heeded his own burning physical need, and drawing a kind of red blank, he leaned in and met Liane’s supplicating lips with his own in a covert kiss.
“That’s right, Lupin,” Greyback whispered. “You had it right. Kill me. Give into that animal instinct to rip me to shreds. Free the wolf. You can’t hide from him forever. He’s a part of you.”
Flame Left in the Rain
A light rain began to fall, but far from being a soothing balm, it seemed to burn Remus’ skin, for Nymphadora had left a heat there, a fever, that would never leave him, of which he would never be cured, and all he could do was remain as the rain burned and burned across his shaking skin.
Ian jumped and looked around, fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweater. “Oh. Hello,” he said in a small voice. “Who’re you?”
The Leave Taking and the Lemur
“Remus, you’re the one who taught me to believe that I was a person,” Ramirus said suddenly. “Maybe not in words, but I knew—know—that’s what you’ve always wanted me to believe. So I think you and I should both be as happy as any person is allowed to be.”
Remus stuck his hands deep in his trouser pockets, a vindictive mood seeping in like black ink on his heart. “Do you still think about her, Severus?”
At the Bottom of the Stairs
“Severus!” Minerva shouted, almost joyfully (which was a first for her), as she fired off another hex at Crumin.
The words reverberated around Remus’ head and heart like a Muggle gunshot, hit him with such a force that caused an exclamation of denial to automatically erupt from his throat upon Ginny’s utterance of those awful and strange words.
Snape's Dark Side
“But what I don’t understand,” Rodger went on...“is how did he go that bad, but still remember that he had feelings for Lily...?”
A Rose and a Ring
He noticed that she was clutching something in her hand: it was the winter rose he had given her: it was still blooming bright scarlet, unwithering.
“This is what always bothered me about funerals,” Nymphadora muttered, unable to help herself. “Everyone’s so quiet, so self-contained. I wish we were more like those that participated in keening, or…something like that. I know that’s what I’d rather do.”
A Fencing Lesson
He reached up and stroked the side of her face, cupping it in his palm as she leaned into it with a contented sigh. With her own arms laid across his shoulders she asked him, “Now, Remus, be honest: is the wedding going to bother you? I mean…are you…having second thoughts...?"
In her free hand, she too clutched a small bouquet (though it was slightly bigger than Fleur’s) filled not only with baby’s breath and lilies, but white roses as well, and with a sensation like the stirring tremble of violin strings Remus noticed that despite her beaming, her hand clutching her bouquet was shaking ever so slightly, bespeaking of her own nerves.
...it has been determined that a Ministry summons be issued to Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks, with the purpose of annulling aforementioned marriage....
Orpheus stared at it in his hands before he looked at Remus and Nymphadora, his expression blank.
The Mother at the Market
Remus glanced at Nymphadora and sadly watched her expression change to one of confusion at the outrage in this strange woman’s face, so intently trained on her. He could see the discomfort that colored her cheeks in the form of a blush.
“’Ere’s ‘ow I see us doing it,” Mundungus told them as he sat at one end of the table in the Weasleys’ kitchen, “is we get a stock o’ Polyjuice Potion, and we create a bunch o’ Potter decoys—say six, and wiv Potter makes seven. That way, if there are Death Ea’ers watchin’ the ‘ouse, they won’ know which ‘Arry Potter is the real one....”
A Septimal Split
Hermione double-checked her watch, perhaps as a way of fidgeting without seeming like she was fidgeting but instead merely checking the time. “You know, I should probably mention that Harry’s not going to be at all pleased to have six of us turn into him.”
Nymphadora and Ron had not come back, and they were supposed to have come back first, seeing as how they’d had a rather short trip to take to fly to Auntie Muriel’s, even shorter than Hagrid and Harry’s trip to Buckhurst Hill.
Shards and Splinters
Bill’s lower lip quivered. “Mad-Eye…” he whispered.
Remus matched her grin and kissed her.
“That’s not what I mean!” Andromeda snapped. “I mean about the consequences of having a werewolf for a parent!”
A Blue Wedding
He smiled at her, truly and lovingly. “Dance with me?”
After the Insurrection
“No, Tonks. I’m not coming back this time.”
“It’s beginning already…they’re hunting down Muggle-borns…rounding them up…."
The trees began to thin, and Remus came upon a small and quaint village, and the rain faintly dripped off the roofs of the small huddled houses. In the middle of the town square stood a war memorial, and as Remus wandered hopelessly past it….
The stars lined up along where the needle should be, and though they weren’t pointing towards true north, they were pointing towards his true north: Nymphadora.
Here to Stay
“Dora, please know that I am so sorry….” His voice rose scarcely above a whisper, and he bowed his head in his shame. “This is my fault—all of your pain, it’s all my fault….”
A Bit of Normalcy
Remus could barely express his joy at their having regained the spirit of young lovers, and pressed his wife closer to him and kissed her hair.
Fair Thee Well, Ted
Remus and Ted’s eyes met again as Remus lifted the rim of the goblet to his lips, and he gave him a look that said, You might as well get it over with, as he only knew too well from experience.
“Patrolling Muggle dwellings not enough for you? Not enough direct involvement with the masterwork of bringing down You-Know-Who?”
Lee leaned towards the main mike, licked his lips, and began: “Good evening, witches and wizards, that is, those of you that got the handouts—wink, wink, nudge, nudge—and welcome to our first broadcast of Potterwatch...!"
The Measure of Mrs. Lestrange
“Why is that, Bella?” Andromeda wanted to know. “Why didn’t you torture me yourself? Why is it you can’t kill me when you had no trouble killing our cousin Sirius?”
Remus felt Nymphadora bite back a retort, but he made one of his own. “Is that what this is? I said his name, and up you appear? Like daisies?”
He felt her shiver and press closer, her head tucked underneath his chin.
“If I could just have some air,” he grumbled.
“You make it sound like it’s an illness.”
Pressing his hand in hers and stroking it with her thumb, Nymphadora whispered, “I think now the baby can kind of hear us, hear our voices I mean, when we talk. That’s what the book said it would be able to do now, anyway.”
In the morning Remus woke to see a world of white out of the window. He slipped out of bed and drew on his dressing gown. Downstairs, he found Nymphadora standing by the window, looking out at the silent snowfall, the first of the year.
Nymphadora laughed softly. “Come here you,” she invited, patting the spot on the sofa next to her.
Blood On Snow
“You animal!” Antonin panted, struggling to get up. “You sick wolf!”
Grace of the Doe
And then he saw it—though at first he thought he was hallucinating from his weakness and injuries—the image and splendor of a silver doe, bright as the full moon in the dark, and wandering through the wood.
Nymphadora stroked the spot where she felt the kick for a pensive moment and then leaned in close to Remus.... “Perhaps we should take this moment then to consider baby names...if it’s a boy…could we call him Ted?”
“They found Wormtail’s body in the cellar doorway below. The silver hand that You-Know-Who had given him…it’d strangled him to death.”
Holding it in her arms, Andromeda dandled the squalling baby once with a smile of absolute joy on her face before turning to her daughter and son-in-law. “It’s a boy.”
But this time, he and the wolf ruled the night together, as though they had come to a reconciliation of sorts, and the wolf was walking at his side as an equal, rather than overruling him like a vicious tyrant.
Then something dark crept into the peace of the night, and in spite of the shell of protective spells that covered their little home and the field of lupines before it, Remus could sense it as sharp as a knife. Though it was hardly the first time evil lurked just outside the protection of their home, it felt stronger than ever before, and a warning shiver slithered up Remus’ spine.
Safe and Sound
And Remus recognized the pale, pointed face and long, greying brown hair through which he had so often run his fingers once—
Kingsley took in the sight of them both, and for a moment he hesitated, as if he found the words almost difficult to say just by looking at them.
His mouth went dry.
"Ted...you have to wake up...if you don't...what little you have left will be lost to you forever...."
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