Disclaimer: J.K.Rowling is the creator and true owner of the characters of Hogwarts and the wizarding world, and no infringement of copyright is intended. I'm just playing with them for my own amusement; no money is being made.

Written by Morganlefaye1958 and SeulWolfe

Warnings:Slash Folks! Remus/Severus

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To Honor

Chapter 10:Strategies

3394 words

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Poppy stood and moved to stand in front of Remus, as she reached into her pocket. She reached up with her other hand to lay it against Remus' face. "Here, Severus, let me help. Let's take him somewhere to lie down. I have calming and sleeping draughts with me."

Severus nodded, then looked at his mother to see her nod as Faegan appeared by his side.

"We will take him to the Garden Guest Room, Mama, and return once he is settled. I will have Atoria stay with him."

"Very well, mio piccolo. Take care of him—his heart is in pain."

Poppy cast a Featherweight charm on Remus. Severus lifted Remus into his arms and held him against his chest. He looked down at the man he had grown up with, fell in love with, had a child with, and shared a lifelong friendship with. The eyes were closed in the pale face and Remus' voice could be heard quietly muttering to himself, clearly distressed. His heart clenched, know the pain the werewolf must be feeling. It would pain him greatly if he were to be kept from their son, Tori.

"Remi, everything will be fine. I promise. We will take care of Harry. We will take care of the child of your heart." He whispered to the man in his arms as he followed the medi-witch and the High Elf from the room.

Once Severus had exited the room, Luisa turned back to the group. The barristers had returned to their seats. The unexpected news and Remus' outburst had shaken everyone's nerves. Luisa waved her hand and Petro appeared with a pop.

The house-elf bowed slightly, before he spoke with a noticeable Italian accent, "What does Signora Luisa desire?" Petro stood perfectly straight in front of his mistress, his tunic immaculate, as he awaited her bidding.

"Petro, please inform Atoria that she is to attend Master Remus in the Garden Guest Room, then bring us a fresh tray of tea and sandwiches. Please include the brandy and glasses as well."

Petro nodded. "As you wish, Signora Luisa." The house-elf disappeared with a pop and reappeared a moment later, Levitating a large tray. He Vanished the old tray and replaced it with the new one. After assuring his mistress needed nothing else, he disappeared again.

Faegan poured brandy for those who desired it and passed fresh cups of tea to the rest. Once finished, he returned to his position next to Luisa's chair. He stood still and silently, watching the witches and wizards in the room. He contemplated all he had heard and seen, deciding that contacting the High Elf Council would be in order. Considering the past between the Elves and the Wizarding World, maybe elf magic could be used to help this situation. He would have to word his request carefully though, drawing the connection between the commitment to the Carriers and the connection this family had to this special child. Yes, this would bear serious thought before he approached his Elders…

Everyone sat quietly, for the next several minutes, contemplating what had transpired thus far. They had all been unnerved by the disturbing news followed by the young professor's emotional outburst. It was very evident to all present that he cared for the child deeply, and that it was their responsibility to do what was necessary to protect that child and hopefully bring him back to the Wizarding World where he should be raised.

Luisa looked up when the grandfather clock next to the hearth chimed. The clock stood six feet high and was two feet wide, ornately carved with tasteful gold accents and a massive pendulum swinging smoothly back and forth in its lower cabinet. At a quick glance, one might have mistaken it for a Muggle clock, but upon closer inspection of the face, it became immediately evident that it was definitely a Wizarding clock. The heirloom piece had been in the Bianchi family for generations and it's age showed both in the fine craftsmanship, as well as in the patina of the wood. The face of the clock bore multiple hands, each labeled with the name of a family member. With each new member of the family, another hand, appropriately labeled, would appear. As Luisa watched, the hand with Remus' name and picture on it, finally moved from 'Distressed' to 'Asleep.'

"Ah, good. Remi seems to be settled now, and Atoria will watch over him. Poppy and Severus should be returning shortly." Luisa smiled at Minerva, noticing the creased brow and the pinched look of concern on her face. "Mia Sorella, drink your brandy. He will be fine, and once we complete our tasks, his heart will heal."

Minerva seemed to relax a little in her chair, as she sighed and took a long sip of her brandy. "I do worry about him so, Luisa. He is so caring and his heart bursts with love for those he cares about. If we are not able to bring Harry to safety, it will destroy him." Her eyes showed her pain. Remus was not the child of her body, but he was the child of her heart and a member of her clan. She took her responsibilities of caring for him very seriously still, despite the fact that he was a man now. She knew Luisa understood, and Poppy as well, and that gave her great comfort.

"One never stops worrying about their children, Minerva, not if they really love them. It doesn't matter how old they are." Molly smiled a watery smile as she wiped her eyes and sniffled. Arthur pulled her close and squeezed her in a one-armed hug, knowing how her maternal instincts were. Recently they had found out she was expecting again and that just made her all that much more emotional as far as children were concerned. He reached up and brushed the long, red hair lovingly from her face.

"Thank you Molly. I really appreciate your support and understanding." Minerva gave her a small smile, as Poppy slid into the chair beside her again. She felt Poppy's hand slip into hers and give a comforting squeeze. She turned to see love and understanding reflected in the pale eyes of the medi-witch. Poppy knew her so well and was always there for her.

Severus had quietly reentered the room and again seated himself on the arm of one of the couches, after pouring himself some brandy. He took a drink of the dark liquid, allowing the warmth of it to travel through him, before sharing a look with his mother. There was pain and worry in her son's eyes, but also a look of determination. He protected fiercely what was his, and Remus was his closest friend and the father of their child. Like her, he would, once a path was set, travel it until a deed was completed.

Mr. Bocelli stood again, smoothing his robes and moved to the fireplace again. He pointed his wand toward the floor and Accio'd the crumpled parchment that Remus had dropped when he collapsed. After it landed in his hand, he tapped it with his wand, muttering a spell, and the parchment immediately disappeared. He then took his copy of the documents that Mr. Baird held out to him, taking a moment to scan his notations on them. Looking up, he cleared his throat and scanned the faces around him before speaking.

"Now that we have had some time to absorb the information thus far, I believe we should proceed. Mr. Baird and I were very aware of the impact our information would have. However, we are regretful that it has caused such distress, especially for Mr. Lupin. His position as Godparent to this child is a firm and sound one based on how the will scrolls were written. The Potters were well within their rights to designate him as such, seeing as he is a legal member of the McGonagall clan. Also, given the fact that Professor McGonagall is also a member of the Covenant, only lends more legal credence, though that fact was not included in the scrolls, for obvious reasons. Its non-inclusion does not negate its relevance."

Several teacups clattered and gasps were heard around the room. Severus narrowed his eyes as he contemplated the information and searched his memory for any missed indications of this information. Nothing really stood out, but he understood the secrecy that the Covenant operated under. It was imperative that a member's status not be commonly known.

Everyone else was looking at the Deputy Headmistress as she sat quietly and dignified in her chair. She met each gaze with a slight nod of confirmation. When her gaze reached her companion's, it was met with a look from the medi-witch that clearly said she had some explaining to do. She let a tiny warm smile touch her lips, and a silent apology reflect in her eyes, before she returned her attention to Mr. Bocelli.

"We had approached Professor McGonagall, after speaking to Signora Bianchi, to confirm her status among the Covenant. The information was not brought out during the original proceedings. We only discovered it, along with it's legal relevance during our research."

"Well, then that settles it! We can approach the Wizengamot again with the new information and remove Harry from that house, yes?" Molly's eyes were bright and hopeful, as she clutched her sodden handkerchief in one hand and Arthur's hand in the other. Mrs. Figg had placed her hand on Molly's arm and was also exhibiting a look of hopefulness.

Severus could be seen to be speaking quietly to himself, his brow creased in concentration. He seemed oblivious to the others' presence. Luisa looked up at him and studied his face for a moment, recognizing that look.

"What is it, mi piccolo?"

Severus looked up suddenly, startled by his mother's voice. "It's too easy…it would be too easy."

Mr. Baird spoke up at that point, before multiple questions could be voiced. He knew they would be forthcoming. It would be best to get them answered before they were even asked. "Severus is correct. Unfortunately, it is not as simple as just approaching the Wizengamot and requesting a reopening of the case. There is something else going on here that we don't have full information on. And, as far as we know, Headmaster Dumbledore is still not aware of Mr. Lupin's, or Professor McGonagall's statuses. This could be used in our favour. We have a pair of trusted staff researching deeper into the laws and magics to see if there is anything else, however old that can help us with the legal mess we are faced with right now. Whatever we do, it has to be insurmountable, so as to ensure young Harry's safety completely and permanently." He searched the faces around him looking for understanding, hoping he had made his points clearly.

Mr. Bocelli returned to his seat and poured himself a cup of tea, before adding his perspective. "Whatever we do, it must be done carefully and secretly. It is imperative that the Headmaster has no indications that anything is out of the ordinary in his perspective, until it is too late for him to do anything. We don't know how far-reaching his connections are, or how deep they are at the Ministry. Considering what we already know, it could very well become dangerous."

"We will just have to do everything we can, then to accomplish this behind his back. I, for one, am ready to contribute however I can to help. Even if it will be only to take Harry in once he is free from that house—with Remus' agreement of course." Arthur looked toward Severus to judge his reaction. He saw only approval in the black eyes.

Molly sniffed beside him, again upset that there would be a struggle to free the precious boy. Mrs. Figg patted her arm and quietly shushed at her in comfort.

Luigi stood from his seat and gave his robes a firm tug to straighten them. As he turned to lean in and kiss his sister, the fabric could be seen pulling at his broad shoulders and back. Standing again, he turned to the group. "I, for one, am ready to get to work. I will be in touch, mia Sorella. I bid you all Buena sera." The huge man then stepped around the furniture and quickly exited the room, after which the crack of Apparation was heard.

"Zio Luigi never was one to muddle about." Severus spoke with a smile, as his eyes danced and his gaze met his mother's.

She smiled back and nodded in agreement. "True, too true, mio piccolo. I will not have to wait long for the owls to arrived from your uncles." Folding her hands in her lap, she set her shoulders. "I believe we have enough information to allow us to put our plan into motion. I will contact everyone when it is necessary for us to meet again to assess our progress. Are you in agreement, Severus?"

"Si, Mama, that is acceptable." Severus replied as he stood. A sudden pop next to him announced the arrival of Atoria, their diminutive Head female house-elf. He looked down into the large brown eyes and waited for her to speak.

"Master Severus, sir, Master Remus is awake and asking for you. Please come." Unlike most house-elves, she stood quietly, with her hands folded in front of her, against her tunic. The only indication she was slightly agitated was reflected in her gaze. She had helped raise Severus, and had accepted young Remus as well as part of the family. She fussed over them equally. Severus knew having her watch over Remi was the best choice, if one of them couldn't. Severus recognized the look in her eyes and knew Remi was still agitated.

"Si, Atoria. I will come immediately." Turning to the rest of the group, before leaving the room, he spoke, "Please excuse me. I need to attend to Remi. Mama, we will be moving Remi to his room." He bowed his head briefly toward the group. "Thank you for coming." He then turned and quickly exited the room, as Atoria popped out of sight, clearly returning to Remus' room.

Poppy leaned over and whispered into Minerva's ear before she rose and followed Severus from the room. Minerva watched her go before speaking to Luisa. "I believe I shall stay for a while longer, Luisa. Once they get Remi settled, I would like to go and sit with him."

"Stay as long as you like, the entire weekend if you need to. Your room is prepared as usual, if you'd care to lie down for a while." She watched Minerva place hers and Poppy's teacups on the table, then stretch in an attempt to relieve the tension in her back. Studying her friend for a moment, she noticed that not much grey had touched the Scottish woman's hair. It was in fact streaked lightly with white around her face, but the majority of it was still the deep auburn red she remembered from when they had first met years ago. Her eyes were still sharp and didn't miss much—an asset considering her position. A few lines showed on her face but they were mainly around her eyes and mouth, from smiling. The occasional scowling she did didn't seem to leave the lasting marks. She was slenderly built, but deceptively strong, being trained in the fighting ways of her clan. This had also enabled her to maintain her figure. She was still a very attractive woman for her age. She took good care of herself and it showed. Yes, a nap was called for. Stress was an evil tool that brought on age. Perhaps she should suggest to Poppy that she coax Minerva to take a bit of Calming Draught as well. Standing, she walked over and patted Minerva's shoulder.

"Come mia Sorella, you need some rest before you spend time with your little wolf." She gripped Minerva gently on the upper arm and steadied her as she stood, then summoned one of the elves. A young male immediately popped into view, awaiting his Mistress' request.

"Matteo, please show Signora Minerva to her room, then go and let Signora Poppy know... and Matteo, I have told your mother you are doing very well."

Matteo smiled brightly at his Mistress in pleasure before he turned to lead Minerva to her rooms. "Si, Signora…grazie Signora."

She turned to the remainder of her guests. The barristers were securing their paperwork and their satchels. Mrs. Figg and the Weasleys stood quietly conversing. Molly had finally regained her composure. Arthur had his arm around her waist, holding her close while he seemed to be discussing something with Mrs. Figg. Faegan had retreated to the main hall to retrieve everyone's cloaks. He reentered the room followed by floating cloaks. Two house-elves appeared in the room and immediately set to Vanishing the dishes and unfinished food. With a few spells, the room was set to rights, as everyone moved toward the doors. Faegan made sure everyone had their cloak and even stopped to assist Mrs. Figg into hers. The sight made Luisa smile to herself. Faegan, who was clearly well over six feet tall, was able to still look graceful while helping the diminutive Squib into her cloak. She couldn't be more than four feet ten inches tall. She smiled up at the tall elf as he helped her settle her cloak onto her shoulders, a bit of pink in her cheeks. It was clear, she appreciated the courtesy, despite being in awe of the handsome High Elf, whom she had no idea was older than she was.

Luisa stood in the hall, waiting for everyone to finish securing their robes, before she approached them to voice her gratitude and farewells. She had asked one of the house-elves to wrap up some of the honey biscuits for Mrs. Figg. She had noticed how much the older woman enjoyed them. There was also a package of her special recipe ginger biscuits for Molly. They would settle her stomach and the herbs included in the recipe would calm both her and the child. Judging by the weary look on his face, it probably wouldn't hurt Arthur to eat a couple as well. Everyone received kisses and hugs, as well as the packages. A house-elf was summoned to take Mrs. Figg home and the Weasleys chose to use the large flue in the entry hall, followed by the barristers. Once everyone was gone, Luisa released a deep sigh and looked out the nearby window. It was already quite dark. The shadows were long on the floor and the lamps were already lit. They had been talking for almost five hours. It was definitely too late for a regular evening meal.

She turned as Faegan approached. "Faegan, it is much too late for a regular meal. Perhaps—"

"Madam, I have already instructed the kitchen staff to prepare a hearty broth and fresh bread in the event anyone becomes hungry."

Luisa smiled in gratitude at the tall elf. "Faegan, you are a blessing from the Goddess. I need not worry as long as you are here."

Faegan bowed slightly toward Luisa, his long white blond hair swinging forward. "It is my honor and destiny to care for and serve this family, Madam." Faegan's eyes twinkled as he spoke the ritual words. He had been accepted as part of the family he served and had grown to love all of them. It only made his commitment to the family stronger. "Part of my responsibility is to anticipate, which helps the household to run smoothly. If that lifts some of the weight from your shoulders, Madam Luisa, so be it."

Luisa chuckled and patted Faegan's arm. "As I said, you are a blessing. I believe I will check on Remi and Severus, before I retire to my room."

"Very well, Madam. May the blessings of Goddess be with you and guide your dreams."

"Blessings be with you as well, Faegan, Buonanotte."

Faegan watched his Mistress pass down the hall toward her rooms, before heading to the kitchens to make sure there was enough food for the evening in case someone was awakened by hunger.

Tbc…