Here, because I've neglected you people for so long.

They landed in a forest. As soon as they landed Remus started putting up the protective spells as the Prewett brothers bickered over how to put up the tent fastest. A few meters away from them was a little stir as the protection spells from the previous group disappeared. It was a routine by now. So much of a routine that Remus no longer paid attention to the spells he was casting. It was always the same spells. Over and over and over until he was sure it would be enough.

'Cave Inimicum.'

'Protego Maxima.'

'Fianto Duri.'

'Repello Inimicum.'

'Repello Muggletum.'

'Salvio Hexia.'

'Why, that is very fascinating. But I doubt it'll do much when it comes to protecting us.'
'What?' Remus stared at Fabian, who motioned with his eyes to what he was seeing. Remus snapped his head back and was greeted by… Bubbles. He filled the forest with big, shiny bubbles.
He just stared at them. How did that happen? He hadn't used that spell.. Well no. That wasn't true. He used to use it when Teddy was small to entertain him. But he had used it once more to decorate the Christmas tree Sirius was so keen on having. Not that long ago..

With a quick flick of his wand he discarded the bubbles. They disappeared with a saddening pop and he raised his wand again to continue his routine of spells when he felt a hand on his arm. It was Fabian, one eyebrow quirked.
'Why don't you let me do that, ey? You go and join that buffoon in putting up the tent.'
Remus nodded, grateful this important task would no longer be his to fail and he made his way to Gideon, who somehow managed to get stuck with one tent pole up the leg of his trousers and through the armhole and another one through both armholes, causing him to look as if he was pinned onto a huge cross. He gave Remus a stern look as if to forbid him to laugh. Luckily for him, Remus didn't feel like laughing anyway. He freed him from his odd cross and started putting all the bits in the right places. When it was done he stomped into the tent, unimpressively slamming it shut. He picked out his usual bedroom, magical tents had many, and started unpacking some stuff. Not much.

They'd only be here for a few days. But it could never hurt to have some things at the ready. A book. Some essence of Dittany, a bezoar, a small range of potions. And of course, a small bundles of scribbled detail about their mission. He carefully placed them on the table the way he did each and every time. Always in the same order. Always. That way he could be sure that if they were in a hurry, he'd always get the right potion. This time he checked three times, naming everything out loud. This was clearly not his best day and if the bubbles were just the start.. Well. He did not want to be responsible for something happening to the Prewett twins.

When he returned from the room, the twins were roasting some sausages. On a fire inside the tent. They loved camping but they had a very refreshing view on how it should be done. Remus joined them and gave Fabian a face as he handed Remus a raw sausage with some ketchup. Nevertheless he took a bite. Every now and then, raw meat was the one thing he could find comfort in.

'So. Stake out. Not my favourite.'
'And quite hard to do from within a tent.' Remus said, giving the brothers a stern look.
'It is raining!'
Remus gave them another look, then walked outside, pulling a hood over his head to protect his face from the worst of rain. He was never one to wear hoodies but Sirius convinced him everyone should at least own one. And it had turned out to come in handy during missions so Remus promised himself to never again forget it. Right now, it felt wrong to wear it but he was nevertheless grateful to be reminded that Sirius had improved his life in many ways.

He positioned himself against a tree and made himself comfortable. These were boring missions and hardly dangerous, but important. This path, hidden quite well, was a rather unknown passage to the Malfoy Manner. The Malfoys were known for their pureblood mania and this path was often used by their followers. It was filled with Muggle repellent spells but apparently they were sure no one else knew about this passage as the Order, at least up until now, had still been able to set up camp and keep an eye on everyone passing by. There was always at least one person camping out here. The people that had disappeared before Remus and the Prewetts appeared were, if he wasn't mistaken, Marlene McKinnon and Kingsley Shacklebolt. Everyone knew why they went out on stakeouts together. But they'd return with valuable information so no one complained.

As said, these stake outs were often boring, but useful. More than once they had witnessed kidnapped muggles or Mudbloods being dragged through these woods and more than once had they been able to save them. Of course that had to be done carefully as well. It would be too suspicious if they'd turn up everytime someone got caught. But they'd make notes and attack every once in a while. It was a method that wasn't able to save every single life, but enough.
This day turned out to be a busy one. Within an hour of Remus' shift a bunch of followers, no necessarily Death Eaters, return with about 8 or 9 people, Remus wasn't sure. He made as many and as detailed as possible notes as he could. These were the things they'd bring back to the Order and people like Lily and Dorcas would start comparing them to missing muggles and halfbloods. It sickened Remus to see one of them was but a little girl, probably around Teddy's age. There was blood in her hair. He hoped it wasn't hers.

Nothing more happened after that and a few hours later Fabian stepped out to take over his shift, boasting about how lovely the weather was. There was indeed a bit of sunshine now. Remus cleaned the leafs of his pants and walked back into the tent. Gideon was playing a game of Wizard Chess with himself and invited Remus to join, but Remus politely declined. Instead he withdrew to his bedroom and flopped down on the bed. Something he had been doing quite a lot lately, it seemed. He just needed some time to be alone with his thought, though. But he didn't get much time for that as he fell asleep. The nightmare he always had occurred again. But this time, just as it had done the previous night, something had changed.

'So, why a roommate in a house like this?' Sirius asked when he had re-found his usual guts. 'Divorce.' The man grimaced. 'Why renting a room in a house like this?' 'Got kicked out.' Sirius shrugged.

'Why are you so kind. Why didn't you kick me out after.. Well. That certain display of affection.' 'Ah. That. Well.' Remus grimaced. 'I've seen enough hatred in this world to not want to be a part of it.'

'Have you know for a long time?' Sirius finally broke the silence. 'I am not gay!' Remus shouted, throwing his cup of tea on the ground. It shattered to a thousand pieces in the very literal breaking point Sirius was looking for.

'Allow me.' Sirius shouted over the deafening rain hitting the streets. Remus turned around. He had to squeeze his eyes to prevent the rain from blurring his sight more. When he finally seemed to realize who it was shouting in his ear, he almost dropped his bag of groceries. 'I'm sorry.' Sirius smirked. 'You look like you've seen a ghost.' Remus recovered quickly and smiled. 'Not in quite some time. Left pocket.'

'Should I kiss you now?' Sirius whispered. Oddly enough not in the voice he knew could drive men crazy. It was just a whisper, a soft murmuring of kind words. He leaned in a bit to ensure Remus knew he meant it. 'Yes.' Was the reply he got and his heart skipped a beat.

'But he is so young!' Lily pressed. 'You can't just run head of heels in a relationship with someone that much younger than you. You hardly know him. Just thinking you are in love shouldn't be enough! Especially if with your problems!'

'Why don't you just leave me the fuck alone?' He shouted. Never would he be proud of this moment but he shouted. Apparently he had jumped of the couch and was now staring at Remus who was staring back at him. 'Sirius, calm down.'

Sirius stormed towards the door, hearing Remus shout in his wake. 'They are just junkies!' But it was no use. He slammed the door open, crossed the street without looking. Several cars screeched and there was some shouting but Sirius ignored them. 'Who the fuck are you guys and what are you doing here!'

'Get out!' It was fiercer now as he turned around. There was a fire in his eyes and it startled Sirius. 'Why? What have I done?' 'Don't think I don't know who you are! Christ. Have they send you here to spy on me? On the order? How could I have been so stupid? I can't believe that was your secret.' His fist hit the doorpost, hard. Sirius stepped back.

Sirius! Sirius, stay awake. Please.' Remus cradled his torso, tapping his cheeks. 'You'll be alright. Don't die on me. Don't you dare die on me! Lily! James!'

It was followed by the weird addition he had had last night.

Sirius was sitting, tight in a chair, gagged. His eyes big as he stared at Remus. Remus knew for sure because he wasn't in his own body. Instead he seemed to watch from a distance. It was a dark house in a dark room in a house, old and extravagant. A jet of red light made its way to Dora but it never got there as he jumped in front of her. The jet hit him in the chest and he saw how he fell to the ground with empty eyes.

Sirius, still tied to the chair and gagged, screamed his lungs out and started wriggling, trying to free himself from the chair while someone erupted from the shadow. Bellatrix.
'Oh my.' She giggled as she patted Sirius' shoulder and stroked his hair before grasping it tightly and pulling his hair back. 'This is quite the interesting family reunion, isn't it. The bitch, the pup and the dirt little werewolf that fucked them all.'

'No!'
Remus shut up, breathing heavily. He turned towards Sirius and for a moment he was in shock as Sirius wasn't there. Then he realised Sirius couldn't be there. He was on a mission for the Order. He was sleeping alone. Sirius was at home. Safe and sound. He slowly rose from the bed and made his way to the front where Fabian was now playing with exploding cards. Remus made sure the stay as far away as he could. How long had he been sleeping? He hadn't missed a shift, had he?

Apparently not, as Fabian just waved a piece of paper towards him.
'Well well. Look who's awake, mister I caught them bring in a whole bunch of them. Well, good for you. But I got something spectaculair. A bagged man! Imagine that! They kidnapped someone and put a bag over his head. Must be quite the someone, huh.'
'Good for you indeed.' Remus mumbled as he started making himself a cup of tea. Only the Prewett brothers could be happy about catching someone like this.
He sat down on a bench far, far from the cards and sipped from the hot cup when Gideon walked in the tent. Well no. It wasn't really walking. He more or less ran inside, seemingly out of breath despite the short distance.

He swallowed and looked up to his brother and Remus, waving a piece of paper in his hand.
'Gid, what's up?' Fabian said. The Prewetts were jokers, but they could read each other like no one could. If Fabian was this concerned, than something was going on.
'Mission is canceled. We're asked to go back to the Order straight away. Like, right now.'
"What, why? Who's orders?'
Fabian snapped the letter from his brother's hands and scanned it.
'Are we sure this is real?'
'Felix brought it..'

Gideon looked at Remus with a look of doubt in his eyes.
'Gideon, what's going on?' Remus asked.
'Nothing. We should just go.'
'Gideon..'
'Nothing, really. Nothing big. It's just that..' Fabian said, trying to fill in for his brother.

'Tell me!' Remus screamed.