After all this time

Chapter two- meeting again

Remus' old, tattered trunk lay, semi-packed on his bedsit cot. Clothes- years old- were meticulously folded, the fraying edges poked under. Despite the poor condition of his current home, Remus Lupin was obsessive about cleanliness. His home was justa reflection of the ministy's laws against werewolves. No jobs that involved being around humans - of hich there were very few- and the need to declare that you do, in fact, have lycanthropy, all affected Remus badly indeed. Fenrir Greyback seemed to be doing alright for himself though!

Remus charmed the case to follow him don the rickety stairs, and to the little cafe, chessily names 'Goût amour', to meet Dumbledore in five minutes. He sat down at a wobbly metal table table, covered in a tacky red tablecloth and ordered a cappucino- lots of sugar. By the time Dumbledore had arrived, precicely five minutes later, he had downed the coffee and was feeling a little more alert and prepared. "Ah, Mister Lupin, I am glad to see you here safe." Remus gave rather a large gulp at this worrying statement. "I have arranged this portkey" He pointed at the purple and blue polka dot teapot "to take you to your new home- Jared Court. You will be the first to arrive. Sirius ill join you in one hour." With that, Albus disappeared with a crack an left Remus alone an apprehensive. He suddenly noticed the garish teapot glow a bright, mesmarising blue. He grabbed onto it hurriedly and felt a twisting knot at the pit of his stomach as he swirled throught the vortex into entirely new surroundings.

Remus was stood at the entrance of a tumble-down shack, but this did not fase Lupin, for he did not believe that Dumbledore would let Remus or Sirius live in shuch a place. He tried a numerous number of spells to transform the shack into it's original state, knowing that Dumbledore ould have put almost undetectsble spells on the house to hide it from death eaters and the ministry. Eventually, after giving up, he walked into the shack and half-heartedly muttered a simple "Revelio." To Remus' surprise, the shack transformed into a beautiful fairy-tale-esque cottage, complete with the white picket fence. He looked out of a large bay window. Fields and forests were as far as the werewolfs eye could see. Dumbledore had obviously chosen perfectly for Remus' 'Time of the month'. Sirius had dubbed it that.

Looking back into the house, he took it apon himself to have a private tour. There were two large bedrooms, both fitted with decently-sized ensuites, a gorgeous study, already stocked with a library worth of books, a humongous kitchen and a sweet little cosy for a living room. All-in-all, Remus thought, a perfectly livable home. Except, perhaps, the cosy. He did not know how workable it would be with Sirius.

As if by magic (most definatly by magic, come to think of it) Sirius popped into view. Remus choked back a startled sob as they stared at each other for a moment or two. Seeing him again, thought Sirius, bought back all of those memories- good and painful. Sirius quietly started to cry.

"That French oman didn't quite cure you then?" Remus said scathingly.