AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I've moved into the residence hall and started college. This is the last of the chapters that I wrote over the summer. I don't know how much college will effect the frequency of my posts, but (based on high school) I'd say that there will be some effect. Enjoy this chapter, though.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters that JKR invented. You know which ones they are.

Your coffee is cold
But it'll get you through
Compromise
That's nothing new to you

Remus awoke to sun streaming past a bent blind in the small window. He rubbed his hand over his eyes and mumbled, "Dreaming. Must've been dreaming."
However, one look around the sparsely furnished room told him that he had not been dreaming.
No, he was still in the same room he had fallen asleep in. Sleeping quarters of some foreign anti-dark arts group that had rescued him last night- or earlier this morning, to be exact- from, what they claimed was, impending war.
Beside him, Dora dozed on peacefully. He thought better than to wake her; she had not slept a full night since Teddy was born. The baby in question was also sound asleep in the crib next to the bed. Through the bars, Remus caught a glimpse of his son's hair that was currently a tranquil seafoam green color. He let out a deep breath that felt like had been lodged in his lungs for months.
Dora's eyes opened and, without moving her head from the pillow, she cast a few lazy glances around at her surroundings. Normally, her auror training would have sent her into defense mode and she would have been out of bed inspecting the room before anyone could launch an attack. However, she could feel her husband beside her and she knew that if there was anything wrong, he would let her know.
She rolled her head over on her pillow and saw that Remus was sitting cross-legged, slouched with his elbows on his knees. He was watching Teddy.
Dora could not resist the smile that tugged at her lips as she watched her husband watch their son. It was entirely too sweet of a scene to resist. She sat up and wrapped her arms around Remus's chest from behind. He chuckled, "Good morning to you, as well, dear." She did not reply, but he could feel her smile against his back.
"So, it's over?" she asked, resting her chin atop his shoulder.
"I can't guarantee anything, but I don't plan on going back until I know that you and Teddy will be safe," he replied matter-of-factly like the teacher she knew he was on the inside.
She did her best to nod without her chin digging into his shoulder too much. "What time is it?" she asked.
He swung his head around in search of a clock, "Ten."
"D'you suppose we should go downstairs?" she asked.
He shrugged, "They probably expected us to sleep all day because of all the traveling."
"I'm starving, though," she stated. His stomach growled an agreement.
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to make our presence known," he conceded.
She moved to wake Teddy, but by the time she got to his crib, he was yawning and stretching. "Teddy, darling, you have impeccable timing," she smiled, picking her son up out of his blanket.
Remus held the door open for the two as they all made their way out of the room.
They made their way down the stairs and followed the sound of voices until they were in a large kitchen. Seated around a table was Crawford, Godiva, and another man that they had not met before.
"Hey! Look who it is!" Godiva called out to the family in the doorway, "We were wondering if you guys'd come down today." She smiled and motioned them over to the table.
The third person conjured a chair for Teddy to sit in and Remus and Tonks joined the table.
Crawford, who had been reading a newspaper, folded it and looked at the group. He still looked tired and worse-for-wear, but he smiled and said, "So, you decided to join the land of the living, huh?"
Before Remus could answer, the door swung open and a tall blond young woman danced in singing at the top of her lungs, "Oh what a beautiful mooorning! Oh what a beautiful daaaay! I've got a beautiful feeeeeeeeeling ev'rything's goin' my way!" Teddy clapped and laughed, but the sentiment was not shared by the two American men at the table.
"Ruth, for the love of God, could you refrain from singing show tunes for five minutes?" Crawford asked in frustration.
"Besides, can ya still call it mornin' at this point?" the man asked with a chuckle.
"Well, what would you call it?" Godiva asked, "Pre-afternoon?"
"Godiva," Crawford sighed.
Ruth got a cup of coffee and joined the table. She looked at the Lupins with a wide smile that made her blue eyes sparkle. "You must be the family that came in last night."
"Er, yes," Lupin stuttered, "I'm Remus Lupin, this is my wife Dora, and our son Teddy."
"I'm Ruth Friedrich," she said, "I run a bookstore in Little Rock that-" Before Ruth could finish her sentence, someone called her from another room. "Oh, I've gotta go. It was nice meeting you," she said before dashing out of the room.
The unknown man chuckled a little as Ruth left. He had a gruff voice. In fact, gruff was a pretty good word to describe the man. He had a day's growth of stubble on his face and his graying black hair stuck out at odd angles. He was tall and solidly built. His eyes were pale blue and currently those eyes were fixed on Remus.
"Sorry I didn't introduce myself before," the man spoke, "I'm Julien Boudreaux. Nice to meet you." Julien reached across the table and shook Remus's hand.
"Boudreaux?" Tonks asked, "Like Justin?"
Julien chuckled, "So you've met my son? I hope he wasn't any trouble."
"He wasn't for us, but the man in charge of that team seemed to have a different opinion," Remus smiled.
Julien shook his head, "Boy's crazy, I tell ya."
"Are y'all hungry?" Godiva asked. Remus and Tonks nodded and Godiva walked over to the stove and began working on something to eat.
"I hope we're not being any trouble," Remus said with his signature apologetic tone.
"Trouble? Hell, we're just happy to have you here. If you're here, that means you're not getting killed by Death Eaters and all that over there. We'd all prefer that," Crawford said, taking a sip of his coffee.
Godiva returned to the table with two plates of eggs and bacon and two cups of coffee, "I don't know if you usually drink coffee, but this is all we have, right now. Aidan was supposed to be going to the store, but he hasn't woke up yet, so-"
Remus waved his hand, "This is more than fine."
Godiva took her seat again, "Did you notice the phase of the moon last night?" she asked casually to her husband.
"Crescent," he replied, briskly, "You know, I've been dealing with this for thirty years, I think I can remember when the full moon is."
"I just didn't want you to get so involved in your work that you didn't notice," Godiva stated, holding her hands in front of her in defense.
Crawford sighed, "I'm a big boy, Godiva."
Remus shared a look with Dora and knew she was thinking the same thing. Werewolf.
He mentally debated different ways of verifying his hypothesis and finally settled on, "So, when is the full moon?"
Godiva looked at him, then back to her husband, then back to Remus, in a hushed tone she asked, "Are you a werewolf, too?"
He nodded somberly.
"Why do you always act like I don't want people to know I'm a werewolf, Godiva. Honestly, I know it doesn't bother you and you know it doesn't bother me. For all I care, you can take out a full page ad in the newspaper. 'Crawford Forrester: Goods transporter, AMPS member, werewolf'. I think that would save us a lot of problems," Crawford ranted.
"Well, I wasn't sure if he was comfortable with the lycanthropy, Crawford. Geez," Godiva brushed off.
"Next full moon's May 10th," Crawford said, "Presuming you're still here, we'll go out where I always transform. My brother'll come with us. He's an animagus. A bear. Really good for keeping a werewolf in check."
Instantly, Remus thought of Sirius. Every full moon during school and every full moon since his release from Azkaban and incarceration of sorts in Grimmauld Place, Sirius would take the form of a massive black dog and stay with Remus when he transformed. He took a deep breath and Dora reached over and gently grabbed his arm, having made the connection Remus had made.
He shook the depressing thoughts out of his head and agreed with Crawforld.
Then Tonks spoke, "So, you're a werewolf and you're married? Is that unusual?"
Godiva smiled and grabbed her husband's wrist.
"Well, I wouldn't say its common," Crawford said, "But, no one really gave any thought to my lycanthropy when we got married."
Tonks looked over and gave a big smile to her husband, who rolled his eyes.
"D'you have children?" Tonks asked.
"A son," Crawford said.
"Is he..." Tonks began.
"Well, I'm not gonna lie to you and say that Zeno's normal, God knows that'd be a lie, but any moonlight runs through the forest are more likely to be a result of firewhiskey than the full moon. That's for certain," Crawford smiled.
"Did you worry about passing on the trait?" Tonks pressed.
"Not really. There've been a few werewolves in the U.S. who fathered children. No women, yet, but a few men. None of them passed on the trait to their kids, so I figured I'd be safe. I don't guess you can pass it on through your genes," Crawford shrugged.
Tonks gave Remus a look that screamed 'I told you so'.
Remus ignored her and asked another question, "So, is lycanthropy widespread here?"
Crawford and Julien looked at each other and thought for a moment. "I wouldn't say so," Crawford said, "I mean, I've met two or three and I meet a lot of people in my line of work."
"I teach at the school and we've got one student who's a werewolf," Julien answered.
"What does the school do at the full moon?" Remus asked, praying that it was more humane than his time in the Shrieking Shack.
"I take him out into the forest and stay with him," Julien said.
"In your human form?" Tonks asked, incredulously.
"Nah. I'm an animagus, too. I take the form of a boar hog and keep an eye on the kid all night, then help him back up to the school at sunrise," Julien replied.
Remus nodded.

Godiva looked at the clock and said something about waking Aiden with a bucket of cold water, then excused herself from the room. Moments later, an owl rapped on the window and dropped a letter in front of Julien, who also excused himself.
Crawford looked across the table at the family and smiled, "So, now that we're warmed up to each other, you got any more questions?"
Remus looked at his family, then said, "So, what happens now?"
Crawford leaned back in his chair, "Now we wait and watch. It won't be long until things boil over in Britain. It's gonna be a mess, but I've got faith in your boy, Harry, that things'll turn out alright."
"And here?" Remus asked, "How safe are we?"
Crawford sighed, "It's hard to say. I'm not gonna lie to you, Voldemort's got support in the States, too," he thumped his knuckles on the newspaper, "And according to this, the supports getting antsy. Nothing as widespread as what you've been seeing, but quickly getting out of the comfort zone. I wouldn't be surprised if there weren't a few little fights on our side of the Atlantic."
Remus grimaced, he had been promised an escape from the danger. Needless to say, the threat of American Death Eaters did not play into the idea of a safe haven.
Crawford noticed the grimace and said, "Its really more of an urban thing. Places with large populations of foreign wizards. New York City, Boston, Chicago, Miami, Los Angeles. There could be some problems in Dallas or St Louis. Maybe even Memphis. But we've been working surveillance here in Little Rock. I feel safe leaving my family here."
Remus nodded. Deep down, he knew that nowhere would be entirely safe. At least Voldemort was not physically here.
Things could always be worse.

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