I do not own Harry Potter!
Sooo people need to give me filler ideas! I just want to write the sequel… Probably cause there is an adorable little girl Lupin in it… So people need to give me ideas! My imagination is too overactive. :D
Dora stormed from the floo her face flushed with anger and her lips pressed into a thin line. Her eyes flickered around the room filled with Weasley's, Harry, Hermione, Remus and Teddy and she exhaled loudly before stalking from the room leaving the room silent. Roaring again, the floo seemed to shove Charlie into the midst of the room and it seemed his face was a replica of his partners.
His eyes flickered around the room and he forced a smile to his face. "Tonks has been through then?"
Remus was on his feet. "What happened?" He was still pale, still tired easily a week after he had woken, but the household had grown to understand that you watched him in silence least you incur his wrath.
"Bad day at the office." Charlie couldn't meet Remus' eye. "I'm using your shower, kids." He addressed Harry and Hermione before vanishing.
"I'll make some tea." Molly murmured as Remus vanished from the room in search of his wife.
"What do you think happened?" Bill looked concerned. He cradled his tiny daughter in his arms, the first outing that Victoire Weasley had been allowed on since her birth exactly two weeks before.
Percy shifted uncomfortably. "Greyback caused some issues last full moon." He revealed hesitantly.
"He is attacking again!" George was on his feet.
"Sit down." Bill spoke firmly. "How many, Perce?"
Sighing the young man adjusted his glasses and looked around at the strained, worried faces before him. "Six children." He admitted. "Between the ages of two and fifteen. Four of them died. We, the ministry, think that somehow because he hasn't attacked for so long that his blood lust was stronger."
"Poor Remus." Fleur whispered. She had reached for her husband's hand and held it tightly.
"So Dora and Charlie had to follow up on it?" Arthur looked concerned.
"I presume so." Percy shook his head. "It's wrong, he should be in Azkaban but people who we know are death eaters still hold the power because… Well, because they wore masks and we can't prove it!" His face was flushed with anger.
Teddy whimpered softly and crawled to Hermione who was sitting in a chair with Ron. She immediately swooped him into her arms and cuddled him tightly. "Poor Teddy." She whispered. "It's scary when people are angry and worried isn't it? Let's see if Nana will give us a biscuit." She rose and left the room, the protective way she held the small boy noticed by all.
"Our children were meant to be safe." Bill muttered heavily. "But how can we protect them when the people we are fighting are meant to be dead?"
Remus waited patiently as his wife stood in the shower letting the water pour over her, refusing to speak or answer his questions. He was worried about her. She was under so much pressure at work and home, worrying about him, trying to support her mother, still grieving the loss of her beloved husband, working to catch death eaters that had very conveniently vanished. It was too much of a strain on his precious Dora and he was worried sick.
She finally appeared, wrapped in his warm, brown dressing gown and stood in front of him. Her hair was dull, straight and very, very black. Her eyes were downcast as Remus wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto his knee.
"Dora, love? Care to tell me what happened?"+
She shook her head and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face against his neck and breathing in deeply, grounding herself.
Remus rubbed her back soothingly. "I love you." He whispered, kissing her nose and she smiled.
"I love you too." She pulled back and looked at him closely. "He's back." She stated flatly.
"Who?"
"Greyback."
The little colour that was in Remus' face drained away and his arms tightened around her. "No." He looked at her and shuddered. "How many?"
"Six."
"Children?"
Her eyes closed and she nodded. "Yes. Remus… Four of them died as a result." She whispered and… the other two… One is eight and one is ten… Their parents don't want them anymore." Tears slid down her face. "How can they not want their children?" She sobbed.
Remus stroked her hair tenderly. "What will happen to them?" He whispered.
"We were too late; they had been taken away already. Someone came to them and said they knew a place that provided for werewolves comfortably so they couldn't hurt anyone."
"Oh Merlin. No."
"I don't know who is was, Remus. They had used a charm to obliviate that part of their memories but how could you give your child up? If that was Teddy…" She shuddered.
"Please no." Remus muttered.
Dora winced. "Sorry." She kissed him. "I shouldn't have told you."
"I would have found out." Remus whispered. "You must be careful!" His arms tightened and she squeaked.
"I will. But you are breaking my ribs."
He relaxed his hold. "Dora, I am serious. He knows that hurting you would kill me and he hates me."
"Because you did better than him. I love you. And I promise to be careful."
"Thank you."
The house was quiet, devoid of Weasley's and the lounge room was peaceful.
"They are so… energetic." Hermione was lying on the floor, her head on a pillow Dora had thrown at her, her eyes closed.
Harry laughed softly. "You have only just worked that out?" He was lying on the couch, Teddy on his chest, the small boy sleeping contentedly.
"Charlie used to be able to run the teachers ragged." Dora murmured. "Especially Snape." She sniggered. "He hated classes with Gryffindor's and Hufflepuff's. We drove him insane."
"I feel old." Remus muttered making Dora snigger.
"It would have been fun going to school with you." Harry grinned. "Hermione might not have liked it!"
"Hey! It's not my fault I had to put up with you and Ron my whole Hogwart's life."
"You would have been glad you weren't in my year level." Remus mused.
Harry smiled. "It would have been fun."
"James and Sirius had planned to corrupt you. Lily told me that…" He swallowed. "That she and I would have to be the ones to keep you on the straight and narrow."
Harry looked at Remus and raised an eyebrow. "You? Keep me on the straight and narrow? Sirius told me stories about you at Grimmauld, how you were the brains of the group and it was you who came up with the best pranks. Like the map."
Remus smiled. "Well, they came up with terrible ideas and I was merely able to plan them."
"Professor McGonagall must have hated you." Hermione mused.
"Oh we were still hearing stories about them when I went through school. Well." Dora hesitated. "They were alluded to anyhow."
"Remus?" Harry broke the silence that fell.
"Yes."
"You and my mum, you were close?"
A smile moved slowly across the werewolf's face. "She was like my sister." He laughed softly. "James used to be jealous until Sirius pointed out that if James was to be jealous of me then Lily should be jealous of him. That shut James up."
Harry laughed. "It seems odd that you were best friends with a girl."
"Hey!" Hermione sat up. "What am I?"
"Touché." He was quiet. "She… The portrait of mum… She said that she wanted you to be my godfather."
Dora rose and lifted Teddy off Harry.
"I'll see you in bed." She kissed Remus' cheek and waited for Hermione to scramble up. "Come chat?" The girls left the room and Harry sat up, waiting expectantly.
"I'm sorry…"
"Don't be. She did ask me, Harry and I wanted to. I truly did, the idea of being your godfather… It was wonderful but it was war time. I am a werewolf and if something had happened… I would never have been allowed to take you. To care for you so I said no. I would be the doting uncle instead, I would spoil you rotten I would be there when you needed to talk because your father was driving you insane." Remus' voice was choked. "And when you were born I wish I had said yes… And then… I lost them."
Harry moved and settled on the floor beside Remus' chair. He looked up at the werewolf and bit his lip. "Sirius said you would have made a better godfather." He whispered.
Remus shook his head. "No. He was the perfect godfather for you." He ruffled Harry's hair.
"Remus?"
"Harry?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Oh hush, Harry. Enough." Remus frowned. "It is fine. You were hurt and confused." He shrugged. "You reacted like your father would have. I understand."
Harry nodded slightly. "Still… I was a prat."
"Exactly like your father." Remus retorted.
"You still miss them, don't you?" Harry couldn't quite meet Remus' eyes.
"Every day, Harry. Every day."
Harry locked the shop behind him and turned to Ron and George. "Coming over tonight?" He asked the question that was almost redundant. To his surprise bother Weasley's shook their heads.
"Nope, Aunt Muriel is coming for dinner. You and Hermione should come." Ron looked hopeful and Harry laughed.
"Not likely, mate." He grinned. "Remus is cooking roast and I have some research to do."
George looked at him sharply. "Don't force him to talk, Harry." He warned. "It kills him to not know what is happening with his own body. He hates the fact he doesn't know what is happening to his own body, the fact that someone controls him. He has fought his whole life to be his own person separate from the wolf and now, now this curse is ravaging him and he can't stop it."
Harry ran a hand through his hair. "It really upsets him more than he lets on?"
"Much more." George nodded. He managed a rueful smile. "See you, Harry." He and Ron disparated and Harry followed a moment later.
He was greeted by Dora and Hermione singing loudly and Teddy accompanying them by bashing his spoon on the table. His eyes swept the kitchen and he saw the grim expression on Remus' face as he hid in a corner watching the going ons warily.
"What are they doing?" Harry whispered in Remus' ear as he circled the laughing trio.
"Trying to kill me." Remus muttered rubbing his forehead with a look of resignation.
"Other than that?"
"Dora and Hermione are discovering the joys of sisterhood."
"Ah. I think I need to… Do some reading."
"Please. Rescue me." Remus begged.
Harry grinned and pulled the older man to his feet.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Dora looked indignant.
"I need to talk to Remus about… My parents."
"Oh. Have fun!" The music started again and the two men escaped with relieved sighs.
"Thank you, Harry." Remus leaned against a wall and smiled gratefully.
"Are you all right?" Harry frowned and Remus waved a hand briefly before laughing.
"Tired." He admitted. "Dora is always telling me to be honest." He straightened and moved towards his study. "Come in if you want?"
Harry followed and settled into a chair by the one Remus sank into.
"You ok, Moony?" Sirius frowned from his position on the wall.
"Fine."
"Remus?" Harry looked worried.
"Just tired, Harry. Honestly." He sighed. "This business with Greyback." He shook his head. "No child should have to go through that and then be rejected by their parents."
Harry folded himself into a chair and studied the older man in concern. " Why does he hate you so much?"
Remus idly traced the silver scaring on his face before replying. "I was three when he bit me. He told my parents he would take me away. My father cursed him. I became a wizard who went to Hogwarts, I made myself civilised instead of becoming wild. I never allowed the wolf to take my life over."
"So he hates you for that?"
Remus shrugged. "It's Greyback. I stopped trying to understand him a long time ago."
Harry nodded. "Was he involved in…"
"The curse?" Remus frowned. "I doubt it. He doesn't have the brains. He is more of an attack and be done person."
"Who cast the… The silver?"
"No idea. I was duelling several very annoyed death eaters at the time… I never saw who cast it. It was just before Voldemort called the death eaters to the forests." He shuddered slightly and Harry winced.
"If I had been at the castle I would never have let you go." Remus' eyes bored into Harry. "It was incredibly stupid."
"I saw you though! In the forest." Harry was frowning.
"Yes. I collapsed almost as soon as the silver struck me which was, luckily for me just as they were called to the forest. Then I was struck by someone with the curse."
Harry swallowed.
"I was told I momentarily died. I suppose that was when I was in the forest but Dora and Severus were luckily not far away… If it was not for him containing the silver." He shook his head. "I would have been dead for a lot longer."
"Containing it? Like he did with Dumbledore's hand?"
"Exactly like that. I am told that I had copious amounts of Dittany used."
"It didn't help…" Harry muttered.
"No. You are right, it did not. That is because it is a cursed wound and silver is deadly to werewolves."
"It hurts?"
"At first, unbearably. Now? No."
"You have come in contact with silver before?"
"I think it's time for dinner. Hopefully they have stopped singing."