Remus was sleeping quite peacefully and quite comfortably until that phoenix feather. The werewolf was curled around his boyfriend when something bright forced his eyes open. He grabbed the golden feather with some confusion. His confusion quickly left as a patronus appeared in the feather's place. The phoenix opened its beak, and Dumbledore's familiar voice sounded. "Remus, meet me at the Hog's Head as soon as possible." The phoenix closed its beak and disappeared. Remus, after hearing Dumbledore's urgent request, felt much more alert. He tried to slip out of the sleeping Sirius's grasp, but the boy tightened his hold in his sleep. The werewolf wasn't quite sure if he wanted to tell Sirius about going to see Dumbledore. He knew the pureblood would make a deal of it. But, as Remus tried to get up again, Sirius's grip continued to tighten. He sighed and shook the animagus's shoulder. "Sirius." He shook again. "Sirius."
"S'matter?" He began to relax his hold on Remus.
"Nothing, I just need to pop out for a moment." He wiggled free of Sirius's grip. "I'll be back in a second." Remus bent down to give Sirius a kiss; the pureblood took this chance to grab Remus again.
"Go out where?"
"Just some errands." Sirius frowned.
"At this hour?" Remus brought a hand to the pureblood's cheek.
"Yeah. It's nothing, love. I'll be back in no time." He pulled away from Sirius, quickly threw on clothes, and apparated to the Hog's Head. The pureblood—who was feeling very left out—stared at the spot his boyfriend just vacated. He sighed and lay back down. Sirius didn't understand why Remus was keeping something from him.
The werewolf slipped into the Hog's Head feeling guilty. He hated keeping this from Sirius, but he knew Dumbledore had his reasons. Speaking of his old headmaster, Albus Dumbledore was waiting for Remus in the most secluded corner of the pub. "Hello Remus. I hope this meeting isn't interrupting anything." Remus shook his head. "Excellent. I have some news on the werewolf front." Remus subconsciously rubbed the scar on his neck. "It appears many of them have rallied around Greyback's strong leadership. And in turn, he has allied himself with Voldemort."
"Of course that bastard would." Dumbledore smiled, but only for a moment.
"Remus, what I'm about to ask you to do will be extremely dangerous, but also extremely important. With that in mind, are you still willing to help out any way you can?" Remus nodded solemnly. "I need you to infiltrate Greyback's ranks." His amber eyes widened even though he was expecting it.
"I'll do my best." Dumbledore smiled a little sadly and reached into his pocket.
"I knew I could count on you, Remus." He pulled out a candy. "Have a lemon drop." Remus popped it into his mouth. "And I have to ask you to continue to keep Sirius in the dark. I'm afraid he wouldn't like this too much." The werewolf nodded again. "Well now I must be off. I'll send you a message when we're ready to move in. Goodnight Remus." The Headmaster of Hogwarts stood up, exchanged a quick word with the bartender, and then left the bar. Remus, after a few minutes had past, also got up and left. Instead of apparating right back into Sirius's grasp (like he desperately wanted to), the young man walked through Hogsmeade's emptying streets. He was desperately glad to be useful for the Order, but he also desperately wanted to tell Sirius. The werewolf sighed; at least he'd have a few stories to share after they won this war.
He apparated back to his shared flat. Sirius was just where he left him—he was lying awake waiting for him. Remus slid back under the covers, and wrapped the animagus's arms around himself. "I love you. I love you. I love you." He buried his face into Sirius's chest. "I love you. And I'm sorry. So sorry."
"Shh." Sirius began to rub Remus's back. "Why are you sorry?" Remus shook his head.
"I'm not allowed to tell you." His hands paused for a second.
"Who's not allowing you?" Remus shook his head again. "Remus…" The werewolf nuzzled closer to his lover.
"So sorry." Sirius sighed and kissed the top of Remus's head. This had to do with the Order, Sirius just knew it.
The Potters adored Lily very much and were quite glad that she had finally given their son a chance. But they weren't exactly ready for what James had to say. "Lily and I are planning on getting married." His mother sunk into a chair.
"But you're both so young." She looked at her little boy, who was really quite a man by now. "And the war…." James smiled sadly.
"That's why we're rushing this a bit." He placed a hand on his mother's shoulder—she looked like she was about to cry. "I meant rushed with the decision. We'd both like to wait until we're older than eighteen when we take the plunge." She gave her little boy a shaky smile.
"You too will be very happy together." James beamed and bent down to give his mother a hug. "Oh she'll make such a lovely bride." Despite herself, Mrs. Potter began to cry. "We'll have to start making plans and invite people." James's father smiled at his wife from across the room. "Naturally Sirius will be the best man." The bespectacled young man wiped away his mother's tears.
"Natually." She laughed and clutched her son closer. He had grown up so fast. "Now you'll get that daughter you always wanted." Now James was ready to have a family of his own.