A/N: This is just a fun little idea that I had the other day and decided to create for you all. Half-Blood Prince is easily my second favorite movie because I love how they portrayed Draco, although I was a little sad about the lack of Remus and the lack of the Remadora argument. That all said, I hope you enjoy this little piece! Please review; it matters so much to me and I love to hear what you have to say about my stories :)

Every Weasley in the vicinity was looking at him.
Except for Bill.
Again.
Remus sighed. It had been almost a week since Bill was attacked by Greyback, and ever since, every time he did something unusual, the Weasleys looked to Remus for answers. Of course he wanted to help the Weasleys; they were kind, wonderful people, but his condition and werewolves in general were never subjects Remus was entirely comfortable discussing. He didn't like to reveal as much as he was having to now about everything he went through. Sometimes he wondered if maybe it was something he simply needed to get over, but if his deep-seated hatred of what he was hadn't faded in just over thirty years, Remus doubted that it would now.

This time, the Weasleys along with Remus and a few other Order members had been sitting down to dinner (Remus had finally accepted Molly's begging to come) when Bill asked hesitantly, "Mum, are you sure the meat's not a little...overcooked?"

"That's how I always make it, dear," Molly replied, somewhat confused.

"That's probably one of the side effects," Remus said quietly, since he knew someone was going to ask him.

"But you've never complained," Molly pointed out.

Remus shrugged noncommitally, feeling vaguely uncomfortable. "It's not so bad. I mostly got over it when I was younger."

Arthur and Molly glanced at each other and frowned.

"Sorry, Mum," Bill mumbled, clearly regretting having mentioned anything. Remus understood.

"Oh, no, you're quite all right," Molly replied hurriedly. "Do you think you can finish it or should I fix something else?"

"It's not that bad," Bill said quickly, fiddling with his earring. Remus could feel his embarrassment and knew that there were looks of concern spreading around the table, but he wasn't sure if there was anything he could do about it.

Fleur, at Bill's side, stroked his ginger ponytail consolingly, murmuring something in his ear. Remus wasn't entirely sure of his opinion on Fleur. Despite her undeniable beauty and flowery airs, he wasn't overly fond of her; still, he trusted Bill's judgment, and marrying her would make him happy, then so be it.
Would being with Tonks make you happy? a little voice whispered in his mind.

That was the first time he'd thought of her since the battle. They hadn't seen each other since then, they'd been so busy rebuilding the broken Order. Remus glanced at one of the paintings on the wall, just to give himself something to look at.

My happiness is not as important as hers.

And has she been happy with you pushing her away?

She will understand...

But will she? Will you throw away a chance at joy you haven't had in sixteen years?

Remus sighed and twisted his scarred hands together. Sometimes he wished he wasn't so logical, even when arguing with himself.

Later, their small group gathered around the fire, with several quiet conversations going on at once. Fleur, surprisingly enough, was helping Molly with the dishes, and they seemed to be getting on better than they ever had, in Remus' memory. Bill was sitting on the floor near the foot of Remus' chair, staring into the dancing flames, and Arthur and Ron were playing wizard's chess at the table.

"I wish I never said anything," Bill muttered. His eyes were still fixed on the fireplace, but Remus knew he was being addressed. He was somewhat surprised; Bill carried such a casual attitude towards almost everything, this tone was unusual, to say the least.

"You can't start thinking of yourself as a burden on everyone else," Remus replied. "It's better that we discover whatever 'normal' will be for you sooner."

"Don't think of myself as a burden?" Bill asked, turning to face Remus and quirking an eyebrow, so his scars shifted around his face. "You give good advice. You ought to take it once in a while."

Remus smiled thinly. "I suppose."

There was a moment of silence before Bill asked, "When is it?"

Remus knew he meant the next full moon. "In two nights," he replied.

"What d'you think will happen to me?" Bill asked curiously.

Remus paused for a moment before he replied, "I don't think you will transform. You might feel strange or have thoughts that aren't your own, but that will be all, I expect."

Bill stared into the fire. "I didn't know how bad it would be. I mean, the side effects I can deal with, but I'm tired of everyone looking at me like they're expecting me to grow a second head."

Remus nodded. "I understand. I'm afraid the only help I can give is providing explanations."

"I've tried to talk to Dad, sort of, but, no offense to you, I'm not sure he really...understands werewolves. It's like he doesn't quite know what to do with me. And Mum..."
He knew his mother was trying to learn to cope with the new version of her son, but still, there were times when even mentioning what had happened would have her on the verge of tears. Bill yawned, stretching the scars on his face, and Remus smiled thinly. In the flickering orange light of the dancing flames, he looked even more gaunt and tired than usual. Bill knew it wasn't as bad as it was for Remus, but he'd been oddly tired for the past day or two as well.

"That'll be part of it too, I'm afraid," Remus confirmed. "You're not...like me, but you aren't fully human either. You're caught between the two, in a way."
Bill frowned at Remus' unspoken description of himself as not human.

"Give your mother time," Remus advised. "Give everyone time. Chances are, you'll get used to it faster than they will, but be patient. It seems as if Fleur, at least, doesn't mind," he added with a faintly amused glitter in his eye.

Bill grinned, thinking of his beautiful soon-to-be wife. He knew that she and his mother had been on thin ice for a while, but they seemed to be getting on much better now. Apparently, something good had come out of the attack after all. Well, two somethings. He'd been on a mission with Tonks and she had vented to him about her frustration with Remus, as well as a hint of hope.

"Soon things around here won't be as chaotic," Bill noted. "You might actually get a chance to see Tonks then."

Judging by the slight surprise on Remus' face and the way he stiffened at her name, Bill knew he had hit on the truth. "She's mad at you, you know. Mad for you, too."

Remus swallowed and studied the wall behind Bill. "I'm quite aware that she's not very happy with me," he said stiffly, ignoring the latter half of Bill's comment.

"Oh, come off it," said Bill, leaning back against the chair. "You do know everyone thinks you're being an idiot about this whole thing."

Remus half-shrugged, still refusing to meet his eyes. "I've given it consideration, but I still believe that she deserves-"

"Whatever she wants," Bill finished. "Don't be ridiculous. She wants you, not whoever you think she deserves. Besides, considering that in most respects you're absolutely brilliant and refuse to admit it, I doubt you're a fair judge of your worth to anybody."

Remus did not reply, but Bill took that as a sign that he'd said something worth thinking over.
Just then, one of Ron's chess pieces was captured and it clattered to the board. It wasn't particularly loud, but both Bill and Remus winced.
Out of the corner of his eye, Remus saw Arthur and Molly glance at each other, looking concerned.

"So that's part of it too?" Bill muttered.

"Uncomfortably enhanced senses," Remus nodded. "I should have expected that."

"Will you be here...that day?" Bill asked.

"Normally I stay home on the day of the full moon, but I suppose this time I'll be here. I won't stay for very long, however."

Bill nodded, gratitude clear in his scar-slashed eyes. "Thank you," he said.

Remus hesitated before getting up to leave. "I believe I ought to thank you as well."