Dumbledore beams as he looks over the sea of hands.

"Most excellent," he chimes. He chooses a group of seven of us and I see out of the corner of my eye the disappointment on Sirius's face when he is obviously overlooked because of his condition.

"Tomorrow we will meet here at six to iron out of the details. Until then, keep your eyes peeled and expect the unexpected."

As Dumbledore concludes, some people begin to file out. Molly Weasley offers to cook dinner and quite a few people stick around to partake in her delicious cooking. Molly is the mother of all mothers and treats others like they were her own children. Even though she has many children of her own, many of which could be pointed out in a crowd with their distinguished red hair and freckles, she is keen on helping all that need help.

I notice Tonks offer to help Molly with the evening's meal and see her smile as she refuses, telling the young woman she could whip up dinner with her eyes closed. As Tonks goes to retrieve the dinnerware, a plate slips out of her hands and drops to the floor, shattering. Everyone stops to glance at the minor disturbance and then go about their business.

"I promise you Molly that does not happen every day. I just have a lot on my mind," Tonks tries to mend. She looks up when Molly puts a hand on her shoulder.

"It's quite alright dear; we all have our bad days. You just take it easy and leave all the work to me." She walks away and heads over to Hestia Jones and Emmeline Vance where she joins in their conversation.

I decide to head upstairs and talk strategy with Sirius. He disappeared into his room shortly after the meeting ended; maybe hurt over the feeling of helplessness. After all, he is Harry Potter's Godfather and his only relative still alive, not counting his Aunt and Uncle who do not want to have a relationship with him.

I first met Harry Potter when I did a year of teaching. This is also where I reencountered with Sirius. When he escaped Azkaban, he headed to Hogwarts. Not only did he want to see his Godson he never really had the chance to get to know, but I believe he wanted to return to the place of the time in which he was happy and able to walk outside without fear.

I give two short knocks on the door and a squawking greets me. Did I mention he has a pet Hippogriff named Buckbeak. Buckbeak was also saved from a wrongful sentence. When I do not receive a response, I use his nickname, "Padfoot."

"Mooney," he replies and I enter. Sirius is sitting on the edge of his bed, scratching Buckbeak under his chin. The Hippogriff closes his eyes in contentment.

I sit beside him and watch the Hippogriff eye me. I'm not sure why, but I don't have an urgent need to fill the silence.

"What would you be doing right now, if you were not under the influence of the moon?" he questions, his eyes still on his pet. I know this answer. I think about it all the time when roadblocks present themselves and I find myself questioning my choices.

"I'd be happy," is all I say. We've talked about this before. "I'd have a permanent occupation. You know what? I think I'd be married with a few children.

"With Liana Shanton," Sirius smirks. "What ever happened to her?"

"I let her go," I reply glumly. "I could not bring myself to reveal my secret to her and decided it was best to part ways.

"You do not even know how she would've taken it," he scolds.

"This was, what, fifteen years ago," I argue, not liking where the conversation was turning. I came in here to console him, not end up needing a console.

"Have things improved since then?" he questions, knowing the answer, seeing my status. I do not say anything. What could I say? He was right. I could not turn the conversation back on him because if it were not for the house arrest, he would be able to live a normal life.

After a moment of silence, I decide to turn the conversation back over to the one that needs it. "What would you be doing right now?"

"I'd be an Auror," he replied simply. "Most of my family would have a permanent cell in Azkaban," he growls, loathing the house where many of them had grown up and to whom he shares blood with.

Trying to lighten the mood, I question, "Would you have married Erica Yanra?"

A look of honest confusion crosses his face. "Who?" he questions.

"Erica Yanra. She was one of Lily's good friends. It seemed like you two had something going on.

"I remember her! We were never serious. It was only casual—"Sirius was cutoff as Mrs. Weasley called out for dinner. We stand up and join the others in the dining room.

The mission went according to plan. We were able to bring Harry Potter from his home, perfectly empty, to Grimmauld Place. The act of teamwork was greatly professional. Alastor Moody took lead and in turn was given great respect. I could see the pride in Tonks's eyes as she partook in the mission. It must've been great for her to be in the field, even though it was not official Auror business. I guess we all have secrets.

Potter was welcomed with open arms. The Weasley family seemed to be the most excited to see him. Mrs. Weasley made a fuss on his thin frame and went to work to fix it. No one compared to the expectancy Harry had when he sought out his Godfather and the two embraced. If it had not been for the conviction, Harry would've been able to grow up in a home with people who actually cared.

Even though I had Lycanthropy as a child, I never felt as if my parents had given up on me or treated me any different and with the thoughtfulness of Dumbledore to accommodate a Werewolf on the Hogwarts grounds, I hardly felt like my ailment was detrimental to my life. It actually began afterwards in the workforce with the mass prejudice of "my kind."

"Alright there Remus?" I hear a distant voice call to me. I snap out of my inner thoughts as I see a concerned Tonks appear in front of me.

"Sorry about that. My mind tends to wander far sometimes," I tell her. Mrs. Weasley sets down a plate for Harry and he starts to eat.

"Tell me about it. Just the other day, I fell asleep at my desk—thanks Sirius (she glares at him)—and all I remember was answering the question 1792 before waking up. If you want your mind to wander, History of Magic was where it left the room, crawled down the stairs and left the castle.

I laugh. There is such a difference between the Tonks at the Desk and the Tonks in the field. I guess if people don't believe in you, you tend to not believe in yourself.

"Thought you could use a laugh," she smiles. "Great mission, huh."

"If it wasn't for you, Moody would have had us soaked to the bone with the clouds we would have gone through."

"I'm actually quite impressed with your broomstick riding skills. Did you ever play Quiddich?" Tonks question, impressed.

"Quiddich wasn't my game to play. I was more of a fan. Harry's father James was the Quiddich player," Lupin reminisced.

"I remember seeing his name in the trophy cabinet at school."

"Remus, this is Tonks. Tonks, Remus," Sirius booms with a sly smile on his face. The two of us stare at him. "Well, the two of are hitting it off so well." We continue to stare at him. "I'm just saying," he muses, the smile never leaving his face as he stalks away. Tonks giggles and I give her a smile.

"I have to get going," she tells me. "Work in the morning."

"The answer is 1794," I joke, so she would keep her smile on.

She laughs. "Always a pleasure."

"The pleasures all mine," I reply and she turns to go.

"The pleasures all mine," I hear a high-pitched mocking behind me. I turn and Sirius has returned.

"Shut up," is all I can say and walk away. He follows.

"Padfoot, I think you should go for it."

"What, no."

"Why not?"

"I don't even consider it. Besides, I'm too old for her. My finances are not where I want them to be. And let's not mention my—"

"Remus, you're doing it again."