Remus Lupin was running out of savings. His inheritance and his saved wages from his brief job as a teacher were drying up quickly. He jingled the jumble of silver sickles stuffed in his robe pocket habitually as he tried clear his mind of his impeding helplessness as he sipped on his morning coffee and read a discarded copy of the previous day's Daily Prophet in a small booth at the Leaky Cauldron. He had been doing the exact same thing yesterday morning, only without the 15 knut coffee when his saving grace flew into his lap, saving him from true homelessness and starvation just in the nick of time, just as tended to happen. It was an owl, a borrowed Hogwarts Screech Owl from the looks of it, delivering him Sirius's offer. Sirius explained that Dumbledore had suggested he move into his childhood home in London, of which Sirius was the legal owner. He told Remus he was beginning to see it as his only option, as he wanted a place Harry could visit eventually, and he, like Remus, was unemployable and unable to afford anything else. He tentatively asked Remus if he wanted a spare bedroom, delicately skirting around the fact that he was basically homeless. Sirius was sure to implore that he would truly enjoy Remus's company, as the house was a horribly depressing and gloomy place.

Remus had written back immediately, bribing the unhappy owl with his breakfast bacon to bring his answer to Sirius. He had one more night before he would be chucked from the Inn for nonpayment, and his old friend had saved him from a future of sleeping on the street. He was used to needing sink to the help of friends and family, his helplessness hardly bothered him anymore. Besides, he thought excitedly, it wouldn't be so bad to live with Sirius, it would be like old times in the Gryffindor dormitory. Of all the times he had to accept the help and pity of others, this was the one he was most looking forward too.

He was just finishing the last few clues of the crossword the paper's previous owner hadn't gotten when an owl from Dumbledore came through the window of the inn and landed on his shoulder. He had been sent the location of the house on a bit of parchment so he could gain access. He grinned at the paper and gathered his small bag of belongings and stepped outside to apparate to his old friend's home.

The front door stood cracked open, which gave Remus a feeling of ominous suspicion and foreboding as his slipped through the open door into the dark room, wand alit. Someone suddenly clapped him hard on the back from behind and he jumped, wand ready and alert until he heard a familiar barking laugh. Sirius clapped him on the back again and sent beams of light from a metal device in his hand to six torches lining the entranceway, making them burst alive, showering the room in a ghostly orange glow.

"How you've been, Moony?" he chuckled.

Remus sighed a breath of relief and couldn't help but to smile at in spite of himself. He shook his head.

"Got here just a second before you did, haven't looked around yet," Sirius told him, looking down the long foyer into his childhood home. He sighed reservedly at the sight. The place was truly gloomy and depressing. Everything was covered in sheets and thick layers of dust, with the look of having been untouched in decades. Ornate cobwebbed chandeliers and strange decorations and ornaments lined every wall, giving the fire lit room is distinctly creepy atmosphere. The air of the ancient house smelled strongly of mold and mothballs, and Remus could hear the feet of skittering rats.

"Horrid place, isn't it?" Sirius asked.

"Well it won't be so bad; we'll clean up as we go…"

"…and throwaway all this pureblood-mania crap."

"Right," Remus assured him. He had no room to complain, he had stayed in worse, and in none of them had he lived with a friend. The goal was to make the place livable, and the most important component to that was keeping Sirius in good spirits about moving back into the home he hated. He had listen to Sirius half madly rant about the home and his family during their school years enough to know that this was not a welcome reunion.

"Dumbledore wrote me that you volunteered this place as Order headquarters, and that Harry and the Weasleys will come stay later in the summer," he said, changing the subject to something happier.

"Which'll be just about the only helpful thing I'll be able to do," Sirius answered bitterly, but he sighed resolutely and heaved his bag up the dusty staircase to his old bedroom, motioning for Remus to follow him. Plumes of dust erupted at each of his heavy steps up the old staircase. Sirius threw open the door to one room, pausing in the doorway for a moment. He signed and entered it, dragging his heavy bag behind him. He pointed out Regulus's bedroom for him, which was just across the hall. Remus inspected his new room, a grandiose bedroom that had fallen into serious disrepair. But it was no matter to Remus, he had stayed in much worse. He was dusting off a shelf to place his small collection of robes and books when he heard Sirius call for him.

"Moony, come here and get a load of some of these!" he called from his bedroom. Remus walked through the doorway and broke into laughter at the scene. Sirius's old bedroom was plastered floor to ceiling in Gryffindor banners, unmoving posters of scantily clad muggle girls and motorcycles, and violently bright Quidditch flags. Even the ceiling had a life sized poster of a muggle girl in a red swimsuit hung above the bed. The room was so absurdly tacky and different from the rest of the home that he laughed at how angry the parents Sirius constantly complained about must have felt about it. He could imagine his 16 year old friend using permanent sticking charms on the walls, laughing proudly and shaking his long hair.

"Very nice, I don't know what else I would've expected from Padfoot," he chuckled, turning towards Sirius, who was examining the door of the wardrobe. Sirius looked back at him, eyes twinkling in amusement.

"I still think it's cool," he shrugged and grinned, unashamed.

"Right, I forgot you stopped maturing at 16." He walked over to join Sirius at the wardrobe door, which was plastered with hundreds of small photographs. He stood silently for moment, taking as many in as he could. They were all from Hogwarts, back when they were students. Dozens and dozens of Polaroid snapshots taken during Sirius's particularly annoying wanna-be-photographer stage covered the door. His own young face beamed up at him everywhere as he swayed and laughed with his teenage friends. Sirius smirked and nudged him to look at a picture on the top row.

"That time when we snuck into Honeyduke's in the middle of the night," he sniggered. The photograph was of James, smiling triumphantly into the camera, just as the owner of the shop was bursting in the front door behind him. The picture showed Wormtail and Jame's faces fall and their eyes widen with panic as they whipped around. Sirius yanked up the camera to run and photograph became a blurred image of their panicked faces as they ran. Remus laughed at the memory, his eyes resting on James's smiling face. The glimmer his eyes was haunting.

"I think that was our closest call ever."

"You refused to go out with us for two weekends after that, you were so scared!"

"Well I was a prefect; I had way more to lose."

"Yeah alright, Mr. Prefect."

They laughed at more memories on his walls before it began to become too painful to recall stories, so they only looked. They both seemed unwilling to get themselves down now, it seemed almost wrong to be sad in front of the photographs. The teenagers in them were so happy, it felt insanely as though their teetering grief could affect them and make them go away if they were to let it show. And Remus knew he didn't want the pictures and the memories to go.

"You know Dumbledore's stopping in later to talk to us?" Sirius asked, changing the subject, determined to keep the mood light as they made their way down the massive staircase.

"Is he? Why's that?"

"Oh probably just planning, instructions for me to stay put, it's about all I've gotten out of him these past few weeks."

"Still, that means the Order will be meeting here soon."

"Oh yeah," Sirius stopped as they reached the bottomZ , hitting Remus hard on the chest as he remembered something. Remus had forgotten about that bad habit of his. "My cousin, Nymphadora, apparently she's an auror now, she's coming by later. I haven't seen her since she was about eight, so I don't know what to expect. She used to worship me though. She's AUGH!"

A withered old house elf covered in the same layer of dust as the rest of the house had just emerged from the wall-or so it seemed. The house elf was so ancient, dirty, and leathery looking that they had both passed by him on their way up the stairs and had not noticed that it wasn't part of the morbid décor.

"YOU! Disgraced, disloyal son of Mistress!"

"I don't bloody believe it!" Sirius jumped at the sudden appearance of the elf, a look of utter revulsion mixing with shock on his face. "You're still alive?"

"Kreacher lives to serve the noble House of Black. Not blood traitors, they are not noble Blacks. Oh how you hurt her. Oh if she could see you now!"

"Of all the dead creatures I expected to come across in this old dump, your corpse was the one I was looking forward to finding, Kreacher!"

"Mistress doesn't know. Oh how Mistress would cry. Kreacher must tell Mistress though, he is defiling her house," the house elf muttered to himself, wringing his hands insanely in his dirty loincloth.

"Your mistress is dead," Sirius told him flatly, still looking at the dirty old elf in disgust.

Kreacher turned and ran up the stairs on his bowed stiff legs, bounding ridiculously towards a two large moth eaten curtains. Realization spread over Sirius's face as he watched the elf go.

"Kreacher N…!"

But it was too late. Kreacher ripped open the dark curtains, and they flew open and flung him into a pathetic heap on the landing. The curtains revealed an enormous portrait of a harsh looking hook nosed witch who seemed just as surprised to see them as they were to see her. Her eyes widened maniacally as she spotted Sirius, her pale face reddened with anger.

"YOU! BLOOD TRAITOR, SCUM OF MY HOME, VILE FILTHY MUGGLE LOVER, DEFILING MY HOME…" the woman in the portrait screamed, shaking in her frame in anger, spitting in fury.

"Merlin!" they said together. Sirius took out his wand and attempted to stun the painting, but missed, causing a definite increase in the volume of the woman's screaming.

"HOW DARE HE! HOW DARE HE! FILTHY TRAITOR, FILTHY MUGGLE LOVER DEFILING MY HOME, ATTACKING THE NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK!"

Following Sirius's lead Remus shot another stunning spell at the painting, hitting the portrait squarely between the eyes.

"Nice one, Moon," he complemented as he wrentched the stubborn curtains back closed over the portrait, "isn't my mother a charmer?" He smiled sickly. Remus and his old friend set to work on trying to remove the horrid portrait, as it was clearly the most important thing that needed to be cleaned or removed to make the house habitable. Remus pored over books on household spells he found throughout the house while Sirius tried every random destructive incantation he could think of, some causing such loud explosions that he awoke his mother again. Finally, after trying everything from blasting curses to acidic potions poured down the wall behind the painting, they gave up the fight on the portrait. They were admitting their defeat just as the doorbell rang, which unfortunately set Mrs. Black off all over again.

"Dammit, get the door Moony, I'll get her this time, that's probably Nymphadora."

Remus did as he was told and left the screaming painting for Sirius to handle, his ears were ringing with her repeated screams. He threw open the door incautiously in his frustration, which was quite unlike his normal careful self. The witch standing on the other side of the door jumped at the sudden movement and nearly fell off the front stoop in her surprised retreat.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, feeling quite foolish for ripping open the door and scaring her. The young witch had short violet hair and deep purple robes to match, and she went distinctly red in the face as he apologized, and Remus could have sworn he saw a wave of pink go through her purple hair, but he figured he must have imagined it. The screaming behind him finally ceased.

"You must be Nymphadora," he asked.

"It's Tonks, Nymphadora is a rubbish name," she said defiantly, eyeing the inside of the dark home over his shoulder.

"Right, well come in then," he stepped aside to let her inside.

"And you are…?" she asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion

as she shuffled past him anyway.

"That's my dear friend Moony," came a deep voice from the hallway. Sirius had appeared, a wide grin on his gaunt face as he took in the sight of his adult cousin. Tonks gave a shriek and ran to give him a tight hug around the neck. Sirius took her in his arms and swung her around, grunting and holding his back as he put her back down again.

"That was much easier when you were five."

"I always knew it couldn't be true!" she squealed.

"What?"

"My only cool cousin was no murderer. I always knew," she told him with a certain finality and triumph in her voice.

"Did you now?" he asked, laughter dancing on his voice. "You would be just about the only one, so I'm honored. Come on then Nymph…"

"Tonks," she interrupted sternly.

"Tonks and Remus. If there's one thing my parents were good for, it was their selection of good drinks." He ushered the pair into the dark kitchen, a small spring in his step. He seemed to be ready to make new memories happen, now that he was free. Remus smiled after him, glad that he seemed determined to have some fun after his twelve years of imprisonment. Sirius danced into the kitchen, lighting the chandelier and cobwebbed sconces as he passed with a flick of his small silver instrument. The lightly revealed a long wooden table in the middle of a dark and ornately decorated cook's kitchen. Sirius marched up to a tall black cabinet with intricately carved silver serpent handles that snaked up its doors. He threw it open and began rummaging through it, glass tinkering. He emerged with two dusty glasses and brown bottle so covered in dust the label was unreadable.

"Aha!" he laughed, "my parent's wedding gift, to be gifted to their first son on his wedding day," he blew the thick coating of dust off the label, revealing a blood red crest of a vicious looking bird. "I think now is as good a time as ever for it, don't you think, Remus?"

Happy to see him in good spirits and frankly wanting a drink himself after the debacle with the portrait, he agreed and took the glasses from Sirius to rinse out with water from his wand. Then he froze fresh water into two ice cubes for each glass.

"Maybahn's Old Whisky," he whispered with excitement as he poured a glass for Remus with a flourish, "liquid gold, they say, those lucky few who have tried it," he poured a glass for himself, "a gift from the almighty Slewyns themselves." He stopped suddenly as he approached Tonks's glass. "How old are you again? Thirteen, fourteen?" he asked with a mischievous grin. Remus could have sworn again that he saw a flash of blue run through her hair, but he blamed his imagination again. She looked thoroughly put out as she heatedly explained that she was an adult, until she noticed Sirius's sly grin.

"You mustn't take anything he says too seriously, ironically," Remus told her as she was poured a glass by her cousin. Sirius plopped himself heavily onto the bench next to Tonks and raised his glass of whisky.

"To freedom, good health, to new and old friendships, and taking those damn Death Eaters down," he sloshed his glass in the air, and Tonks and Remus met his, clinking glasses and drinking to his toast. The drink was truly as amazing as Sirius predicted. It was like smooth, warm honey running down his throat, warming him from the inside. He felt an immediate sense of ease wash over him. He felt giddy with comfort and good feeling. The room seemed brighter, and he seemed lighter and burden free. The three sat back and enjoyed the sensation for a moment in silence. Sirius immediately filled their cups again.

"Moony, was it?" she asked him, turning her violet eyes to Remus.

"That's just what he calls me; it's Remus, Remus Lupin."

"Wotcher. Why does he call you Moony then?"

"A certain affliction I have."

They all fell silent again as Sirius led them in another drink. Remus could feel his face growing warm with the drink, and his fingers becoming numb with the overwhelming ease he felt. Sirius wanted to hear all about Tonks's mother and father, as well as her success in school and becoming an Auror. Remus learned that she had blundered her way through school in Hufflepuff, managing to take top grades in Transfiguration, Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts, but failing miserably in Arithmancy. Sirius kept periodically refilling their glasses, and each drink became easier to swallow. With a new confidence and daring he would not have had without it, Remus asked her a question he'd been wondering about for the past hour.

"I'm sitting here, Tonks, listening and I swear I'm watching your hair turn lighter purple. Call me insane but…"

To his surprise Tonks and Sirius looked at each other and burst into laughter, which turned her hair so light it was nearly pink.

"She's a metamorphagis, mate."

Remus laughed dumbly at his own stupidity for not guessing. He felt dumb and pleasantly numb thanks to the magical whiskey. Tonks suddenly changed her nose into the beak of a duck without warning, quacking nonsensically. Remus and Sirius doubled over in laughter, and the quacking Tonks soon joined them as her nose and mouth slowly turned back to normal. Sirius's face filled with color as it hadn't in years, and Remus was positively enjoying the sense of carefree and hilarious ease he felt. He eagerly held out his glass for Sirius to refill, snorting as Tonks changed her ears into enormous bat ears that flapped ridiculously as she laughed. They heard a clang from the other room as they were drowning their drinks, which caused a look of fearful alert to wash over both Remus and Tonks's faces.

"That'll just be Kreacher," Sirius explained, unworried, "sodden old basta…"

But he stopped and looked up in amazement and Remus followed his eyes. None other than Albus Dumbledore had entered the kitchen; his eyes twinkling in amusement as he surveyed the scene. Remus looked quickly back at Tonks, who was seated across from him. Her wild ears deflated like a sad puppy dogs in shock and Remus caught her violet eye and they both were reduced to unmanageable giggles and then laughter. Remus had to hide his head in his hands as his eyes stung with tears. He couldn't remember the last time he had laughed so hard. Certainty not once since his days as a student had ended.

"Dumbledore!" Sirius exclaimed happily, his voice wavering with a definite sloppiness. "I'd almost forgotten you were coming!"

"I see that," he chuckled, using his wand to clear the dust off an old wooden chair at the end of the table.

"Priceless, aged whiskey, Dumbledore?" he asked heartily, sloshing the ornate bottle with a cheerful grin on his red face. Dumbledore, normally sodden and serious since the news Harry had brought back two weeks ago of Lord Voldemort's return seemed amused and relaxed in the midst of such happy company.

"Maybe just a dash in some very strong tea," he consented, smiling slightly under his beard.

"There we go!" Sirius let out a booming laugh that stretched his thin face.

"I've got it!" Tonks chirped excitedly. She jumped up from her chair and immediately smashed her knee on the underside of the table, sending a cloud of dust up into their faces. Remus and Sirius coughed and snickered at her yelp of pain and her immediate and enthusiastic return to her task of making a cup of tea. She noisily bustled around the kitchen rummaging through old pots and pans in search of a teapot while Remus tried to put on a serious face for Dumbledore.

"Order meetings starting soon then, Albus?" he asked, ignoring the glass Sirius was sloppily refilling for him.

"Mhm, we've got most of the old crew stopping by tomorrow night, Doge, Mundungus, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Dedalus Diggle, Tonks here. I think I'll have the Weasley's staying, if that's alright with you Sirius, sometime later this month. Molly is determined to be right in heart of the Order."

"Is Harry coming with them, then?" Sirius asked, perking up expectantly.

"Not yet, he'll come by before the start of next term, I assure you that Sirius."

Evidently they've discussed the matter before, because Dumbledore put a note of teacher like finality on his words, and Sirius spun his empty glass gloomily, biting his lip in an apparent effort to keep from saying more.

"Here you are, sir," Tonks sloshed a cup of steaming tea in front of him, shakily pouring a small amount of whiskey in it before plopping back down on the bench across from Remus.

"Joining the Order, Tonks?" Remus asked, changing the subject.

"Of course," Dumbledore answered for her, "she will be of upmost importance in the fight. We need more like her in the ministry." He sipped his tea politely, though Remus could see him holding back a grimace at the taste. Tonks glowed at the high praise. "It seems like just yesterday I was having you dragged to my office in the dead of night by Filch for sneaking out of the kitchens with a vat of butterbeer."

Tonks flushed such a bright pink that it extended to her hair. "Hufflepuff won our Quidditch match… we had to celebrate somehow…"

"Yes but transforming yourself into the likeness of a terrified Ravenclaw first year to get out of trouble wasn't the best course of action, especially while still wearing girl's Hufflepuff robes," he chuckled, making Tonks turn an even brighter pink.

Dumbledore stayed for only ten more minutes, quickly explaining the plan of action for the meeting to take place the following night and counting off who should be in attendance. Sirius groaned loudly at the mention of Severus Snape and refilled his own glass again. By the time Dumbledore bid his farewells the sun was beginning to set on another uneventful day, and Sirius was beginning to feel the full effects of his drinking. They all stood from the uncomfortable wooden benches in the kitchen and made for the sitting room.

"Being as I haven't had a drink in 15 odd years… I'm feeling pretty good," he laughed, wavering on his feet and grabbing a cloth covered armchair to steady himself after showing Dumbledore to the door. "But I think I may just… sit… for a minute." He collapsed onto the dusty sheet, not bothering to remove it, and giggled at his own clumsiness. He pulled out his wand and began shooting small sparks from it, waving it lazily in front of him like a sparkler. Remus carefully lifted a corner of the sheet covering another couch, but after getting a good look at the rat eaten upholstery he decided it was better to sit on top of the sheet as well. A moment later Tonks fell next to him, sloshing her drink down her front. She and Remus watched Sirius's light show in silence for a few moments until his head began to droop and he dropped his wand on the floor with a clatter. Tonks turned her attention to him, narrowing her violet eyes at him, clicking her nails on her glass.

"So what's your story, Remus Lupin?" she asked teasingly.

"I'm a vicious man-eating werewolf," he answered in a mockingly serious tone, looking into her enchantingly colored eyes. She was very close to him, he could smell her hair potion over the moth ball stench of the house. She was very young and very pretty, and for the first time, since he normally invited aging happily, he wished he was younger.

She laughed and snorted before suddenly making her eyes flash from purple to bright, shimmering red. "And I'm a bloodsucking vampire," she whispered, narrowing her eyes in mock anger.

"You know, I think I'd believe that," he answered, laughing as she turned her eyes back to purple. She giggled and held his shoulder to help her stand up, barely able to stand steadily on her own. She ran a hand through her short violet hair, shaking her head for clarity.

"I'd better be going; I've got to get some sleep if I'm going to be up at the crack of dawn for the ministry tomorrow."

"How are you getting back home?" he asked.

"Broomstick," she slurred, smiling at his concerned expression. "I'm just kidding, apparating. I don't have far to go, I live just on the other side of London." She opened the front door, her wand out. "Until tomorrow night, Remus," and with a crack she was gone.

Remus Lupin listened to Sirius's snores and found himself looking forward to the Order meetings for an entirely different reason.