I have decided, well not really decided, it happened by accident while I was typing this chapter, LOL, to include Remus's point of view. I hope you enjoy it.
The day of the party had come, and not soon enough for poor Remus, who was so sick of party ideas he was about to throw his hands up in the air and get Mrs Weasley to help them!
But now the day had arrived, and he was awake, with a sleeping brunette in his arms. And this is how he got there:
He had received the card from Hermione and instantly ran from the table, not wanting to be rejected in front of Sirius and Harry. Especially Sirius! Sitting in his bed he opened the card and read what she said, and then heard her beautiful voice.
God she was like an angel!
No, she WAS an angel!
He cuddled the card to his chest, amazed that she really did feel for him! Even if it was in fear, but he could understand the fear, if she didn't feel it or write about it, he would have known something was not right!
He quickly grabbed a fresh sheet of parchment and a quill and quickly wrote.
Dear Hermione
I fully agree that we need to talk, and I would love to come up with a ti
He groaned loudly when the quill vanished and turned in to a rubber chicken. He was going to kill Fred and George!
He grabbed another quill and continued his letter.
Dear Hermione
I fully agree that we need to talk, and I would love to come up with a time for us to do so in private. As I am sure our friends would agree with us, but we need to discuss this without Sirius and Harry's interruptions.
I am free this Saturday night before Teddy's party, as Sirius is taking the kids and Harry out to see a muggle play about some crazy phantom and an opera house. Who knew Sirius liked theater?
Love Remus,
PS: Please get Ginny to kill Fred and George for inventing the quill that turns in to a rubber chicken, Anne loves it to death and I am sick of my quills turning in to chickens.
He rolled the parchment up and attached it to his owls leg, the owl glared at him and he understood why. Out of his whole life, Remus had never sent as many letters then what he has since he met Hermione, his poor owl must be so tired!
He kissed the owl on the head and watched it fly out of the house, hoping Hermione would agree to see him. And if not, he would just have to come back with another plan to talk to her.
Within the hour he had received a short reply from Hermione saying that she would love to join him on Saturday night to talk about their feelings. He had whooped and jumped around the room clinging to the parchment; feeling like he was fifteen again and a girl had just smiled at him.
And now it was Saturday afternoon and he was trying to decide what to wear, with Anne and Sirius's help. Clearly, the two of them had two VERY distinctive styles. Anne liked gothic and Sirius liked classical style, including waist coats and canes, almost reminding Remus of Dracula!
"No, no no!" Anne said, crossing her arms as she stared at Remus, who was wearing tatty old jeans and a ripped shirt. "What are you trying to prove, that you ARE a poor werewolf with bad fashion sense!"
"Er… Isn't that what I am?" Remus asked, looking confused.
"That's it…" Anne mumbled, walking out of the room and coming back with her arms loaded with clothes from Harry and Sirius's room. This was not going to end well!
REMUS POV:
For the next hour and a half Anne and Sirius had argued about what I should wear while Teddy and I stared at them like they were going mad! It was apparent to me that Anne would have been a girl that Sirius would have chased if he was in Hogwarts, and I could see it in Anne's eyes that she had a deep respect for my oldest friend, but we both knew her crush belonged to George Weasley and his war tales about how he lost his ear.
"Yuck! Sirius what are you trying to do, make Hermione burst out laughing!" Anne stated, glaring at the concoction Sirius had come up with using clothes.
"What do you mean, it looks nice!" Sirius grumbled, glaring down at the younger witch.
"A pink shirt with a velvet waist coat? Dear god, my eyes are burning!" Anne mumbled, chucking the clothes in to a pile that she had decided was '70s rejects'. Finally she settled on a nice pair of black trousers and a white button up shirt, that I had to admit, looked really nice on me. She had hit Sirius with a pair of jeans gently when he tried to add a waist coat and he had stormed out of the room mumbling something about 'hormonal woman!'
"You look lovely dad…" Anne said, smiling up at me. "Hermione isn't going to know what hit her." She added, gently smoothing down my hair, after I had messed it up by running my fingers through it.
"I don't know what to say Anne…" I mumbled, going to run my hands through my hair once more and laughing when she hit me gently. "I'm a coward, remember?"
"You are not a coward, Remus. You are timid, there is a huge difference. And trust me; I know why you are timid. We are treated like animals, like pieces of dirt on their shoes! But Hermione is different, Remus. She sees you for who you are, a beautiful wizard who has so much love to give…" Anne mumbled, staring up in to my eyes. She had grown so much since Greyback had taken her, and I was scared he had robbed her of her innocent soul.
"What if she abandons us, Anne? We are a handful, all three of us…" I motioned to Teddy who had managed to pull a pair of Sirius's pants over his head and was shaking his head to try and get them off again.
"It's Hermione dad, she can handle anything. And you are thinking to low of yourself again, we are NOT a handful. Once a month we experience a slight, out of body experience and for the rest of the month we are NORMAL humans. And if I hear anything apart from that coming out of your mouth, I'll shove a fire cracker down your top!" Her stubborn tone made me smile and remember Hermione, and the many times we had argued over the same point.
"You are right." I whispered, giving her a cuddle and then sending her on her way, so she could stop Sirius from causing a fashion crime epidemic as she put it.
He's gonna have his hands full with you, little one… I thought, smiling softly as she shut the door.
I walked over to Teddy and scooped him up, freeing him of the trousers and smiling down as he grinned up at me. "You be good tonight." I whispered, placing a gentle kiss on his head. "No scaring people." I added, watching his hair change to black. "Hmmm… Maybe you should wear a beanie…" I mumbled, smiling down at my son.
Normal POV
Remus sat on the couch nervously; he was flicking through an old Edgar Allen Poe book, trying to calm his racing heart. If he had it his way, Teddy would be named Edgar, but Tonks had hated that name and said it was to old, so she called him Ted.
Remus would just have to wait for his second son to be born so he could call him Edgar. He blushed at the thought of having more children, he had always had a soft spot for them, even if he was no good with them, and he knew, with Hermione by his side, he would be a perfect father.
He glanced at the clock, three minutes to go before she said she would be there, and knowing Hermione, she would be right on time. He got up and put his book back in its place, his need to have things in order at his house came from how out of control his life was.
His belongings placement was the only order he had, and he knew, thankfully, that Hermione understood. Sadly, Anne was not so orderly and he was constantly picking stuff up that she had forgotten to put away after something else had caught her attention.
He went to check on their dinner, he was cooking a nice Italian style spaghetti and meatballs, he laughed at the thought. Was there any other style to spaghetti and meatballs?
He smiled as he looked at how uneven the meatballs were, he had gotten Teddy and Anne to help him make them, and Teddy had enjoyed it beyond anything, his hair was bright yellow in excitement as he squished the meat in his chubby hands and tried to copy his father and older sister. Anne had squirmed at the feeling and then rolled three perfect meat balls before her and Sirius had indulged in a chocolate sauce fight, which Remus had spent ten minutes cleaning up and screaming at them.
Normally he would have joined in, but at that moment his nerves were way to tense to even contemplate it!
He heard the soft knock on the door and quickly hurried over to answer the door. "Hi." He said, pulling the door open and smiling down at Hermione, she was wearing a beautiful blue dress that made Remus swear to god his heart had stopped beating.
"Hi." Hermione whispered, stepping inside and hanging her coat up. "It's nice to see you again." She added, giving him a quick hug and then pulling away.
"You too." Remus smiled, feeling his cheeks heat up a little. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."
"I can't wait."
Ok, this chapter will have to stop here because it is getting WAY to long. xDD Conversation and party will be coming in the next chapter and two. :D