I got up this morning like I usually do. Difference was that I really didn't care to straighten out the bed and went straight to the toilet. As I relived myself I looked into the mirror. There staring back at me was me, looking no day over, maybe 32. I have to say (even though I dare not say it to anyone else) that for once, I am glad for my lycanthropy. My metabolism has effectively slowed the effects of aging. Maybe not as well as vampirism... But it's something.
I adjusted the band around my pajama bottoms and padded to the living room of my flat. My hair was tousled, my shirt wrinkled, and I haven't brushed my teeth yet, when my doorbell rung.
"Who the bloody would that be?" I rasped, as I walked over to the peep hole.
There, with eyes of emerald and black hair that looks as though it'd been shocked, was Harry. I haven't seen him since the war two years ago. I backed up, and heard loud cracking. All that is good and holy... I bumped into something, or more like someone.
I turned to see Severus Snape glowering down at me. His so called 'Death Glare' had no effect on me so I glared back.
"Watch where you're going Lupin," he said, in his usual pissed off voice.
"Whatever, this is my flat," I said. "What the bloody hell are you doing here anyway?"
"Well, we've been searching for you," said a very familiar feminine voice.
I stepped around Snape to see, Hermione Granger, Ronald and Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and a strange looking blonde girl.
They all greeted me and frankly, I was too shocked to actually say anything coherent. It seems the strange looking blonde's name was Luna Lovegood. I knew her mother when she attended Hogwarts. I greeted everyone politely, except for Severus. I already convinced myself that Snape Apparating in my living room at that time in the morning was rude.
"Er, so what are you all doing here?" I asked, feeling uncomfortable in this state of disarray.
Suddenly Harry cracks in and with blink of an eye speed, which any great Seeker would possess, he flew at me and hugged the air out of me.
"Whoa there, Harry," I tried to say, but he constricted the air to my lungs.
He backed up very excitedly. "It's your fortieth birthday! We're here to take you out!"
"Where the bloody hell have you been, Lupin?" Snape glowered again at me.
"None ya," I said, promptly.
"No, we really want know," said Neville, timidly.
"It was very rude to just disappear from people who cared about you," said Luna placidly.
"Er..." I sounded, at the onslaught.
"Yeah!" said Harry, as he jabbed my chest hard. "Dumbledore made us agree to take Snape with us to make sure nothing dodgy was going on!"
I heard Snape grumble.
"Well..." I then proceeded to explain why I left the magical world behind. It was just so much better to live as a Muggle with magical capabilities. There was no prejudice against me in this world and I liked it that way.
"Are you fucking serious!" exclaimed Harry. "Hermione got the laws against werewolves changed. Even the prejudice is simmering down. You aren't considered a dark creature anymore unless you commit crimes in your wolf-form. Everything's calming down actually."
I valiantly kept the blush down in my cheeks at the pun and focused instead on the important stuff. I raised my eyebrows at this. I should've known the girl would get into Ministry work. She wanted so much to change for the benefit of others.
"Yep, you can come back, you know," said Ginny, as she smiled.
"Well..."
A yawn from behind me interrupted my answer. I felt really nauseated.
"Oh my god!" exclaimed Ron.
I wanted to melt on the spot.
"You really are fucking Sirius!" Ron looked as red as his hair.
"I knew it," said Snape, in a gleeful Snape-like way.
"Merlin..." is all I could muster.