Remus Lupin entered a dark Transylvanian pub, on a dark moonless night,
looking for a person he hadn't seen for fifteen years. This person was
someone who was very close to the Marauders, enough to be called a member
of them.
Watching from her dark corner table, cloaked in black, Medea Potter observed the entrance of her werewolf, former compatriot. Her amber and gold eyes tracked his every move from beneath her drawn hood. He approached the bartender and showed him what she supposed was a photograph; the barkeep looked at it and motioned in her direction. Ducking behind her hood before Remus looked, she could feel the roil of magic as he approached her table.
Remus looked down at the small, dark figure and recognized the scent of the woman under the layers of velvet. "Hello Medea, it's been a long time." Two elegant ivory hands, covered in several silver rings, pushed the hood away from a face that was so very familiar and yet so startling in the way maturity can change a person. In place of the lovely, fresh young girl sat an elegant and ravishingly beautiful woman with the large gold eyes he remembered so well, eyes that were surveying him expectantly.
"Hello Remus, indeed it has been a very long time," Medea said quietly. She looked up at one of her best friends, and without warning, leaped up and threw her arms around his neck in a ferocious hug. "What are you doing here? How did you find me? How is Harry? Have you seen him? Is he at Hogwarts?", she asked excitedly. Remus laughed at the barrage of questions, but it never reached his eyes. "You haven't really changed at all have you, Goldie?", using the name she garnered in her animagus form, a gold owl. Medea sobered like someone blew out a candle behind her face, "you have no idea," she said wistfully, "Now to what do I owe this visit?" she said as she sat down. Remus looked her in the eyes as he sat down opposite her and said quietly, "Voldemort."
Medea hid her shock very well. "He's back isn't he?" Half hoping it wasn't true; she held her breath for his answer.
"Yes, he is and the Order has been reassembled, I've come on Dumbledore's orders to see if you will come back to us."
"But Remus, what about."
"Your conviction?"
"Well.yes"
"It's been overturned."
Medea's eyes widened, what could have happened that they would set her free? Her gut tightened but she looked at Remus unflinchingly. "Alright then, let's go."
Watching from her dark corner table, cloaked in black, Medea Potter observed the entrance of her werewolf, former compatriot. Her amber and gold eyes tracked his every move from beneath her drawn hood. He approached the bartender and showed him what she supposed was a photograph; the barkeep looked at it and motioned in her direction. Ducking behind her hood before Remus looked, she could feel the roil of magic as he approached her table.
Remus looked down at the small, dark figure and recognized the scent of the woman under the layers of velvet. "Hello Medea, it's been a long time." Two elegant ivory hands, covered in several silver rings, pushed the hood away from a face that was so very familiar and yet so startling in the way maturity can change a person. In place of the lovely, fresh young girl sat an elegant and ravishingly beautiful woman with the large gold eyes he remembered so well, eyes that were surveying him expectantly.
"Hello Remus, indeed it has been a very long time," Medea said quietly. She looked up at one of her best friends, and without warning, leaped up and threw her arms around his neck in a ferocious hug. "What are you doing here? How did you find me? How is Harry? Have you seen him? Is he at Hogwarts?", she asked excitedly. Remus laughed at the barrage of questions, but it never reached his eyes. "You haven't really changed at all have you, Goldie?", using the name she garnered in her animagus form, a gold owl. Medea sobered like someone blew out a candle behind her face, "you have no idea," she said wistfully, "Now to what do I owe this visit?" she said as she sat down. Remus looked her in the eyes as he sat down opposite her and said quietly, "Voldemort."
Medea hid her shock very well. "He's back isn't he?" Half hoping it wasn't true; she held her breath for his answer.
"Yes, he is and the Order has been reassembled, I've come on Dumbledore's orders to see if you will come back to us."
"But Remus, what about."
"Your conviction?"
"Well.yes"
"It's been overturned."
Medea's eyes widened, what could have happened that they would set her free? Her gut tightened but she looked at Remus unflinchingly. "Alright then, let's go."