When Remus had run out of the room, he never thought about where he was going. He had gone through the door closest to him, which had led him to a hallway. There was a staircase at the end of the hall, but remembered that it would probably be rude to go up there without the Weasleys' permission. Instead, he was led by the smell of hot chocolate into another doorway down the hall, into what he saw was the kitchen. He flushed, seeing that there were people at the table.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked up from their conversation and broke into a smile at the sight of him. Mrs. Weasley shot out of her seat and beckoned him to a seat on Arthur's right, who sat at one head of the table.

"Remus, where are your friends?" Arthur asked, looking to the doorway as if he expected them to pop in. Mrs. Weasley set the mug of hot chocolate in front of him, standing next to her husband's chair.

Oh, I just yelled at my older self and practically stormed out like a child. Remus looked at the white marshmallows in his mug. He had to admit that it looked delicious, but he couldn't really think of eating at the moment.

"How am I? In this time?" he asked. "How did I... end up married?"

Remus looked up, finding sympathetic looks on the Weasleys' faces. Mrs. Weasley placed her hand on his shoulder, and Remus warmed up at the feeling. He had seen a family picture in the drawing room and had wondered if all seven kids were theirs. If they were, he couldn't help but know that she was a great mother.

"Remus, what is it that is bothering you?" she asked.

Remus took his hand back, placing both hands around the mug. It was dark blue with an 'R. L.' written on it. He traced it with his finger, wondering if it was a mug especially for his future self.

"I'm... I'm a werewolf! A monster... How can you stand having me in your home?" he asked, repeating what he had said in the drawing room.

"Remus Lupin!" Mrs. Weasley put her hands on her hips. "How dare you say those things about yourself!"

"Remus, you are in no way a monster. You are as human as the rest of us," Arthur said, scolding him. Remus flushed. He stayed in his seat, looking down in his lap. Mrs. Weasley sat on Remus's other side, so he was sitting in between the married couple.

"You did not change at all," Mrs. Weasley was shaking her head. "I just hope that the older you finally learned his lesson."

He looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?"

"You and Tonks never had an easy journey," Arthur told him.

"You put that poor girl through too much," Mrs. Weasley said.

"What did I do?"

"You've done her a great deal," Mrs. Weasley shook her head.

Remus was about to ask another question when they heard footsteps approaching. To his surprise, Nymphadora Tonks appeared. Probably the last person he wanted to see.

"Tonks!" Molly Weasley ran to the pregnant witch, ushering her to a seat. "Take a seat, dear. You must be exhausted. Here, let me get you a cup. Where is everyone else?"

Tonks swatted Molly's hand away gently. "I'm fine, Molly, really. Remus is just catching them up on events."

"Nymphadora Tonks, you are pregnant. A woman in your condition should be resting."

"Molly, it's all fine. I'm not even tired. After all, that's happened, I'm feeling great! I just came to speak to Remus over here," Tonks turned to smile at the younger version of her husband.

Remus flushed. He couldn't blame his older self. Her smile was truly one to lift his spirits.

Molly and Arthur turned to look at eachother and smiled. Remus followed Tonks, who beckoned him out of the room and out the door into the garden.

Tonks sat in a garden chair, looking out to the field. Remus stayed standing, pulling his school robes tightly around him. He immediately felt warmth run through his body, as if someone had pour hot water over him. Remus turned to look at Tonks, eyes widening at the sight of her wand pointing at him. She rolled her eyes, putting her wand back in her pocket.

"Don't worry, it was just a Warming Charm," she explained.

"Thank you." Remus put his hands in his pockets, looking at his shoes. What exactly did you say to a woman you knew you would be married to in the future?

"You know, when I first met you - well, your future self - I couldn't help but want to know more," Tonks told him. Remus stayed quiet, not sure where this was going. Tonks, on the other hand, didn't seem to expect a reply from him and continued speaking.

"Moody had warned me about your problem beforehand, but that didn't change anything, did it? I could only wonder how terrible someone had to be to do something so... so cruel. I would always spend so much time at Order Headquarters, because you were there..."

"Why are you telling me this?" Remus asked. He kept his head down, shuffling the dirt at his feet.

"The man I met... the Remus Lupin I met was just so... great. I couldn't help but want to be with him." remus looked back up, and Tonks held his eyes, a fierce look in hers. "You are no monster, Remus Lupin. You will grow up to be a wonderful man. You will have people who know what you are and love you nonetheless. You will have me."

"They died, didn't they?" Remus asked quietly, catching Tonks off guard.

Tonks's shock was written all over her face. "What?"

"Sirius and Lily and James. They're dead," Remus said. He felt his voice crack as he said his friends' names. He had seen the somber looks on everyone's faces when they had realized their time traveling mishap, and the way his future self had been so disbelieving.

They stayed staring at each other. Remus waiting for an answer, some sign that what he was suggesting wasn't true. Tonks nodded, and Remus plopped in the seat next to her, placing his head in his hands. The older woman put an arm around him, pulling him into a hug.

How could this have happened? How did he become the only one living? There was still Peter, but Remus noticed he was never mentioned. Maybe he had died some time as well.

"How?" Remus looked up to her, meeting her eyes. He noticed they were the same stormy gray orbs as his best friend.

"I... I don't think I should be the one to tell you."

Tonks looked over his head, and he turned, finding his older self standing in the doorway. His older self leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms.