My first set of Harry Potter ficlets! -cheers-
Alright, on to the importants. Every (or most of them anyways) one-shot, ficlet, drabble will in some way include my favourite character of the entire series, Remus John Lupin. Just as a heads up. He may not be the protagonist, but he will be included either way.

I don't own Harry Potter or anything affiliated with it. Though, I do have a Pottermore account and am in the amazing House of Ravenclaw, which is best House.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did while writing~

"My parents were well-off. I know that, Wormy knows that, Pads knows that, and I know you know that. So why not?"

Remus Lupin ducked his head, ignoring the frustrated glare his friend, James Potter, was sending him.

"I just can't. It wouldn't be right."

"A friendly offer – a gift! – is not right? Moony, if I have to force this money into your Gringotts account, I will."

Remus gave a small, sheepish smile. "You know I've got no account, not since mother died."

James huffed. "Either way, you know Lily won't accept no as an answer."

Yes, Remus knew. He knew very well. Lily was too kind and too sweet a person to let a friend – lycan or not – go against the world without even a knut to his name.

"I don't need money. Not if I go through with my plan."

"And what plan is that, pray tell, my dear Moony?" James sat haughtily, his hands balled to his sides, a slight inkling on what his friend's supposed plan may be.

Remus gave another shy smile. "I heard – through Professor Kettleburn – that the Ministry is opening up their Containment Center," he said slowly. He waited for James to jump up and shout his case, but he didn't. Instead, James' face turned down to a frown.

"Really, Moony?"

"If they open up I can have a safe place to transform every month and I won't—" Remus stopped.

"Yes?" James prompted.

"And I won't be a burden to you or Lily." He left out the fact of the up-coming baby.

James heaved a truly heavy sigh. "You wouldn't be a burden, Remus. Not even if you tried."

"I just thought with you and Lily expecting, it wouldn't be very safe for the baby to be around me."

"Not safe? Around you?" James was perplexed. Where on Earth did Moony come up with that? Remus nodded.

"O-Of course, even if I did stay, I would leave – far away – on the full moon, but it's too much of a hassle for everyone so…"

James bristled. "You know I work at the Ministry, right, mate?" He looked Remus in the face. "We both know that Containment Center is not good. Did you think I – or Lily or Sirius for that matter – would let you go off into some dank dungeon to be fed crap food and transform in the dark, alone?"

"Not alone. There would be others," Remus tried feebly.

James had none of it. "I'm not an idiot, Remus. Jesus! Did you think I didn't learn anything on werewolves after being friends with one for nearly ten years?

"You would fight – or they would. It's too dangerous to risk and that's final. You, Remus John 'Moony' Lupin, are not going to the Containment Center – or anywhere near them."

James finished his speech, but Remus did not look convinced. Then he remembered something. The reason Remus, his dear, good friend Remus, was able to live each day with any semblance of happiness in his weary life.

Remus' wand.

Maple wood with Phoenix feather core, twelve and two-quarters inches, rigid.

James saw the way he held his wand; with light, delicate touches and a twinkle or reverence in his eyes.

Because Remus knew and James knew. No non-human is to be permitted a want (for use or otherwise) by Code of Wand Use, Clause 3.

And yet, it was there – lying in his hand beside him because Remus never let it go far.

"You know if you go, you will have to register," James said quietly. "And… they'll take your wand."

The small, sad smile that had not left Remus' face since he arrived that day grew bigger, deeper. His face paled, turning a shade green at the thought of losing one of the only things he had that connected him to the (fully-human) wizarding world.

If he gave that up… He would be nothing more but a lowly werewolf – banished from humanity and made to live on the outskirts of society.

"N-Not if I hide it."

James shook his head. "They have papers – documents – of every wand ever sold. They would know the moment you walked in your name, your business, and the fact that you own a wand."

Remus blanched. He have a dry sob and wrapped his thin, spindly fingers tight around the wand.

At that moment, as Remus seemingly tried to blend hand and wand, James watching on sadly, they heard a loud pop! from the garden.

Lily appeared – red hair aflame and large tummy protruding – a second later.

"Tuney didn't take the news well. But I think Dudley kept her up last night so she was probably a tad bit tired." Lily saw Remus, pale faced and tears threatening to flow, and rushed to him (which took a bit of time as she waddled over). "What's wrong, Remus? Has something happened?" She took him in her arms and he trembled on her shoulder, still clutching his wand dearly.

"Did James not tell you? You're going to stay with us, honey. Free of charge – an off not even Black could get." She pet his hair and rubbed his shoulders and back softly.

"He's staying here," James assured. "But hear old Moony was just being a bit stubborn; man's pride, you know."

Lily laughed and pulled Remus up. "All you men are the same: Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn. Now go clean up and help me with dinner. James is useless in the kitchen and I could use the help," she waved to her belly.

"T-Thank you, thank you very much." Remus left down the hall, stumbling just a bit over the cat that decided to sprawl in the middle of the floor.

Lily turned to James once the bathroom door closed. "What really had him in a bout?"

"Remmy tried to lop himself to the Containment Center opening in a few months. Said he didn't want to burden us. He's worried about Prongslete."

Lily sighed as James had earlier – hard and heavy. "I know he means well, but really, Remus can be a right loon sometimes. He's staying here, even if I have to tie him up and force feed him."

James laughed and jumped to his feet to plant a kiss on his wife (a term he was still ecstatic to say, even six months after).