She woke, resting naked on Fred's torso, straddling one of his thighs as she slept in his arms. He was warm, she listened to his heart as her head rested chest and smiling at the sound. Inhaling the fresh morning air, the smell of cinnamon and crisp aroma of the meadows outside The Burrow filled her nestles, making her groan in pleasure.

She placed a kiss on the crook of Fred's neck, just above where her head rested. This caused Fred to stir, groaning as he woke and looked down at his girlfriend resting on him. His morning look was breathtaking with his messy hair and droopy eyes.

"Morning, darling," he groaned in a husky, groggy tone, placing a kiss on her forehead. She pressed into the kiss, smiling.

"Good morning," she replied, moving to rest her head back on his chest. His hand that was resting on her back moved upwards, holding her at the base of her head, angling her so that she stayed facing him.

His lips traced her face before planting on her lips for a smooth and delicate kiss. Her lips moved with his, connecting them, so he removed his hold from her neck and trailed his fingers down her naked back until he reached her behind. Cupping a cheek, he pulled her upwards to bring her closer to his face, deepening the kiss instantly.

She laughed as he maneuvered her, turning a sensual morning kiss quickly into a heated makeout session. His hands dragged around her body, squeezing her hips and playfully slapping her arse as they kissed. She placed her hand in his hair, tugging slightly as she ran her hand through it, making him groan against her lips. Trailing her spine, his hand dipped under her to stroke her slightly, making her twitch.

"Still sensitive?" he asked quietly against her lips.

"Yes," she replied, but Fred didn't stop his movements.

"Good."

His lips moved from her lips to her ear, kissing and nibbling down her jaw before he sucked and bite her neck, causing her to moan softly as he played with her. Clenching, she ground against Fred's thigh to create friction as she buried her face into Fred's chest.

Using the entirety of his body, he flipped her, having her back against the bed as he hovered over her between her legs. She giggled as he moved her harshly, her body bouncing from the force, staring into his green eyes above her.

Quickly, she pecked his lips. "I'll make breakfast," she said, rolling out from under him to get changed. He dropped onto the bed and watched her as she waddled around the room, picking clean clothes to wear and start her day.

Life continued as normal for a while until Hogwarts students went back to school. This meant one thing for Haidee. It meant that she would soon be expecting Dumbledore to request her presence back at Hogwarts to resume her responsibilities. He had told her before she left that she would no longer be required to report to the Order, but instead, only to him. The information he wanted her to discover were not things that the Order was aware of, therefore leaving her the school holidays in peace before returning back to her duties.

Fred did not know this. The suspicious fact that he had not seen the jar in ages or that none of the Order had come to order her to try her powder was not something he wanted to ruin as he prefered it that way. She planned to tell him when she was next required to go in her attempt to avoid as much conflict as possible.

She understood Fred's stance on the situation. She always had, partly because she wanted what he wanted, but he could never understand her side. It was necessary work, especially now, and no one could be it but her, however, that did not make it less painful or dangerous.

Haidee Apparated to a small cottage in Yorkshire, England, the place she believed to be Remus Lupins. In the dusk lighting, stood a small house where he obviously lived alone, in a quiet area where not many others lived. He segregated himself entirely from the world, leaving Haidee feeling quite lonesome herself.

With a box to triple chocolate brownies and a large jar of brown Wolfsbane-sweets in her arms, another annual supply, she wandered to his cottage. She had not been able to give him the sweets sooner, her trembling hands made the already difficult sweets to make more challenging, but she went to him the first moment she had successfully completed a batch.

The cottage looked abandoned as she wandered closer. There was no movement from inside the house, no noises and no lights. It seemed as if it hadn't been touched for a while. Swallowing nervously, she decided not to trespass any longer, walking up to the front door and placing the jar by its side.

As she bent down to place the jar, the door swung open viciously, causing her to stumble backwards. Lupin appeared, rearing his wand high in aim and turning towards the moving figure. Haidee lifted her hands in surrender, slight terror in her eyes at the sudden movement.

It only took Lupin mere seconds to recognise it was Haidee and instantly put his wand down, sighing in relief.

"Sorry," she muttered, placing her hands by her side before picking up the jar and the brownies. She looked over him, his appearance the greyest and most exhausted she had ever seen him and she was suddenly glad she brought the brownies. Gently, she held out the things she had brought, he watched as they trembled in her hands. "S-sorry they're a bit late," she muttered embarrassedly, knowing a month or so ago, Lupin would have consumed the last of the Wolfsbane-sweets she had last given him. "They're slightly more difficult to make when your hands aren't steady," she joked and she watched as Lupin smiled sadly. "Only sightly."

"Thank you, Haidee," Lupin thanked, "but the production of these are getting faster and cheaper, you know. I can buy them now."

Haidee shrugged with a smile. "Why buy them when you can have them for free?" She jiggled the sweets around in the jar before placing them in his hand. "And these are just some brownies."

"Come in," he said as he re-entered his house, holding the door open for her. She wandered in after him and sat at the small, round wooden dining table that sat in the room that he gestured for her to sit at.

His home was very simple and cold, he sat opposite her at the table as he flicked his wand to boil some water for tea. She waved her wand over the brownies he placed in the centre of the table and watched as they began to steam with heat.

"They're better warm," she said softly and he nodded. As the boiling water poured itself into the cup before her, she thanked him and took a shaky sip.

"Your hands have gotten better," he said and she smiled, knowing he was just trying to be polite as Mrs Weasley had.

"No, they haven't," she replied with a little laugh and Lupin shook his head, knowing she was right.

"No," he repeated, "they haven't. But you're handling it quite well."

"Yes, well, life continues no matter," she said simply, taking another sip of tea.

"Yes," he agreed, surprised by her words, "I guess it does."

"How have you been?" she asked in a tone of sincerity that made it impossible for Lupin to lie to her.

"I've been doing some work for Dumbledore," said Lupin, taking a bite of a warm, oozing brownie.

"I know all too well how enjoyable that can be," she replied understandingly.

"I've been underground," said Lupin. "Almost literally. You're quite lucky to catch me here. I haven't been home in a while."

"Underground?"

"I've been among my fellows, my equals," said Lupin. "Werewolves," he added at Haidee's look of incomprehension before she huffed slightly.

"You say that as if I am not your equal," she replied softly, "when you are as much wizard as werewolf."

"Dumbledore wanted a spy to see how many are on Voldemort's side - which is nearly all of them, may I add - and here I was . . . ready-made." He sounded a bit bitter as he spoke, which perhaps he realised, for next, he smiled. "I am not complaining. It is necessary work and who can do it better than I? As I am sure you understand."

She nodded in reply. "All too well." He smiled at this as did she, feeling less alone in the situation they had found themselves in.

"Dumbledore informed the Order to no longer request sessions with you," Lupin informed her and she nodded. "I'm sure you are glad."

"It has been a peaceful few months," she admitted, "but I'm awaiting a request to see Dumbledore at Hogwarts. My work is not over, it has merely become more secretive," she sighed with a sad smile.

"So I've heard," Lupin agreed, nodding. "He wouldn't tell me what you saw that night." There was a moment of silence.

"Please don't ask me."

"I won't."

"I cannot tell you, either," she replied softly.

"I know," said Lupin. "Dumbledore requested I didn't ask you about it. I thought it might have been because it was a traumatic experience but now I'm beginning to think it was because he feared you'd tell me." Lupin thought for a moment before shaking his head as if to rid a thought. "I trust Dumbledore's judgement and if I am not to know, I am not to know."

"Why are most of the werewolves on Voldemort's side?" Haidee asked, changing the subject.

"They think that, under his rule, they will have a better life," said Lupin. "And Greyback, you know Greyback?" She nodded. She had read about him in the news. "It's hard to argue with him out there. I can not pretend that my particular brand of reasoned argument is making much headway against Greyback's insistences that we werewolves deserve blood, that we ought to revenge ourselves on normal people."

"Normal people," Haidee scoffed, looking away instantly, furrowing her eyebrows in building frustration. "Don't say that, please. Who is to say what is normal and what is not?"

"Well, I'm not normal, am I?" he asked.

"Says who? Not I. Does that make me, also, abnormal?" she asked bitterly in a hushed tone.

"Your abnormality isn't dangerous to others-"

"I hold the power of Voldemort's victory in my hand," she said slowly. "I would consider that somewhat dangerous."

There was a moment of silence between them and Lupin looked over her, realising the two of them were not too dissimilar.

"I've never seen you angry before," he said and Haidee instantly took control back over herself, shuffling slightly on her chair before returning eye contact to Lupin, who was now smiling.

"S-sorry," she whispered, realising what she had said. "I didn't mean to be confrontational."

"No," said Lupin. "You are completely in your rights to say that."

"I-I should get going," she said softly, rising from her chair, followed by Lupin.

"It was nice seeing you again," he smiled genuinely. She would imagine how comforting it would be to see a familiar face after reappearing from underground work, so she smiled and nodded, heading towards the door.

"Yes," she replied. "It was nice seeing you, also." She walked outside and he stood by the doorframe. She was about to Disapparate when she turned to him.

"Would it help if maybe you gave them some of the Wolfsbane-sweets? I'll make some more and pack them in one-month supplies. Maybe it will convince them that living amongst the 'normal people' is not so above them and that maybe, just maybe, they are and normal as us."

Lupin smiled and nodded. "I think that's a wonderful idea."

Haidee smiled and nodded, bidding him farewell before Dissappartaing to Diagon Alley, which had become more and more dreary as time continued.

When she arrived back home, she had found that the loft had been torn upside down. Cushions from the couch were thrown and upturned, the back of the bookshelf was no longer pressed against the back of the wall as if someone had tried to look behind while most of the books were either on the floor or out of place. The kitchen was the same. Jars out of place and cupboards left open, it looked as if they had been robbed.

A noise behind her startled her, making her jump in fright. Turning, she saw Fred standing there, not looking anywhere as scared as she was, but rather angry. She watched as he slowly took a breath and approached her. His eyes never left hers as his hands raked over her body from her head, neck, chest, hips and legs. He checked her pockets and even her hair, and when he had finished, he sent her a deadly look.

"Where is it?" he asked. Although he looked mad his touch was gentle as he held her arms as if he had just released her from a hug.

"What?" she asked, knowing exactly what he meant.

"You got a letter that said your presence is needed at Hogwarts for a meeting with Dumbledore next week," replied Fred. "I haven't seen the jar in months and no one said anything about it. I thought that after what you went through they finally realised what I was saying and stopped." He sounded hostile, but not towards her. His fingers rubbed her arm caringly as if he was scared to let her go.

"It hasn't stopped," she said quietly and Fred nodded.

"I figured." He let go of her and licked his lips, calming himself slightly. She smiled at him gently. "Do you have the jar still?"

"Yes."

"Do you know where it is?"

"Yes."

"Where is it?"

"I can't tell you," she whispered, sounding hurt.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes when she didn't respond, raking his hands through his hair in frustration. "I thought it was over."

"Fred," she sighed with a sad smile, reaching for his hand. "It's just begun."

"What does that mean?" he interrogated.

"It means I'm still needed, more than ever at the moment. And that's okay," she said, stopping him from interrupting. "It turns out Dumbledore was right. Although I know information that - if Voldemort discovered - would waver the war in his favour, I also can discover information that can waver the war in our favour.

"Fred, I can help. No, it's not fair. No, it's not just but . . . what would I be if I didn't try?"

"Safe," Fred huffed.

"Immoral," she corrected. "What if I do nothing and we lose? I will have to live the rest of my life, with innocent people's blood on my hands, Harry's blood on my hands, knowing that if I continued I could have prevented that outcome."

"What if you continue and we lose anyway?"

"Then I know that I tried my best."

"What if you continue and he takes you again?" he said more violently. "He takes you and tortures you again? What about that?"

"I already know what he wants to know," said Haidee breathily. "He will be after me until the war is over, so I might as well support the right side."

Her expression was one of saddened acceptance, her eyes had always been easy to read. She knew what lay before her and she was at one, her fear hidden behind a sombre smile.

The look writhed anger within him, clenching his fists until they were white in colour. He hated that she had just accepted what was happening, even though she didn't like it. But she had always been like that. She was an endurer. He was a changer, however, he could not seem to change her mind no matter how hard he tried.