Hello! Hello! My wonderful Remione ladies! I feel like I should ask if you missed me, but it's only been like 9 days. I missed you all.
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Flashback
Saturday, January 20th, 1979
Potter Manor
"She said and I quote-'I'll think about it'?" Sirius gapes at a downtrodden James. James is lying back on his back, holding a bottle of Firewhisky upright on his chest. Unshed tears shining in his eyes.
"She loves me, but she thinks that I'm only asking her because of the war," James groans, grasping the Firewhisky bottle by its neck and swinging his arm out until the bottle is right above his bedside table. After taking a deep breath, he places it on the wooden surface.
"Lily Evans said this? Does she not remember that you proposed marriage to her in the middle of first year after she hexed you for the first time?" Remus snorts.
"Or when he proposed multiple times after that," Sirius adds.
"Well what now?" Remus asks softly, sitting down on the foot of James's bed. Sirius was sitting cross-legged on the floor, chewing on his bottom lip.
"No clue, Moony," James whispers with a trembling gasp, "No clue."
Present
Dorea merely looks around after she introduced herself a few moments ago.
No one had said anything so instead she decides to continue speaking, "I only meant to tease him, but I suppose the wound is still fresh."
"What happened?" Ron asks curiously, "if you don't mind me asking."
"James proposed to Lily a few days ago, and the stubborn witch that she is, thinks he's only proposing because of the war. She doesn't think he would propose under different circumstances."
Remus snorts. Hermione catches his eye, and Dorea walks over to the boy, grasping his face. "I heard about Peter...how are you doing my sweet Moon?"
"Fine, Mum, as fine as I can be," Remus grimaces.
Dorea pulls him in for a tight hug, and then at that exact moment a man with messy raven hair walks in through the front door, wearing faded jeans, muddy boots and a dirty, sweat stained white shirt and gardening gloves. Closing the door behind him with a soft click, looking guilty as he tracks a trail of mud into the house.
He reaches behind him and grabs his wand from his back pocket, waving it at the mud and at his shoes. Vanishing it all.
Hermione guesses from how similarly James and Harry look to the man before them that he must be Harry's grandfather; Charlus Potter.
Charlus is one of those men that you can't tell how old he is, but he has deeply set smile lines around his mouth and eyes, a strong jaw and a kind look in his eyes, unlike his kin, he isn't wearing glasses, and his hazel eyes are fully on display. There's a light of mischief to him as well, and Hermione thinks that she's going to like Charlus Potter.
"Oh, guests-" Charlus starts warmly before he freezes, the smile on his face fading.
"Dear...why is there a boy that looks exactly like our son in the foyer?"
"The three of them are inter-dimensional time travellers apparently," Dorea shrugs, pulling away from Remus, stroking his cheek before she lets go of him and walks over to Charlus, tightly embracing her husband.
"Anyone wish some tea?" Dorea says brightly.
"Yes please," Hermione says weakly, once again catching Remus's gaze. His eyes are flashing amber and gold and the mere sight makes her toes curl in her shoes and a heat build in her abdomen.
Dorea notes the interaction, lips curling but she merely leads the way to the left to the sun room.
Remus excuses himself, "I'm going to check on Sirius and James."
Hermione frowns slightly at that, unable to stop the ball of disappointment gathering in her stomach, or the way it settles and begins to spread like mad gossip.
Remus continues straight to the grand staircase, and Hermione's heart skips a beat when he glances back over his shoulder. She blinks rapidly as he sends her a small smile, and she quickly turns away. Heart beating in her throat as she sees that Ron and Harry have started after Dorea and Charlus and she hurries after them.
Hermione shakes her head violently as she follows them down the bright, beautiful and well lit corridor, I need to stop thinking about attractive boys with lip rings and nice mouths, Hermione thinks as Remus turning to look back at her flashing behind her eyelids.
Hermione gazes around the room. It's large, with a couple loveseats and a long couch all facing a coffee table, one wall facing the East is entirely covered in floor to ceiling glass windows. The ceiling is high and the right side of the room has a row of bookshelves-filled to the brim with tomes and texts of all kinds-covering it.
Mipsy walks into the room a silver platter floating after her with a white, china teapot with blue vines crawling across its surface in the middle of it-five teacups were equidistantly surrounding it, a small pitcher of milk, and a tiny pot of sugar were also on the tray.
"Mistress has given permission for you all to stay, but I expect you shall all behave properly whilst you are in this household," Mipsy nods firmly at all of them as she waves her hand and the tray lands delicately on the coffee table.
"Thank you Mipsy, I'll call if we need anything else, I think it's time you took a bit of a break for the day, don't you?" Dorea raises an eyebrow, and Mipsy narrows her eyes, mouth parted slightly in protest. "You've been working since sun up, going and take a nap my dear." Mipsy crosses her arms over her chest before saying in a low whisper, "if Mistress insists." Then with a small pop, she vanishes into thin air.
"Now, why don't you tell us a bit about yourselves," Charlus says cheerily.
Thus it began, Hermione, Ron and Harry regale their tale, all chipping in and embellishing on certain points, they spoke until their throats were dry and their lips were chapped. Hours pass by easily, the sun fades as time wears on, and before they know it it's late into the night and all the torches in the room have been lit.
They leave out some of the finer details, the parts about the horcruxes and deathly hallows they kept to themselves (they had discussed it earlier when they were being held in the small room at Order Headquarters). Certain things need not be shared.
By the time they finish, they've all had at least four cups of tea and Hermione's bladder is threatening to burst-not to mention a dozen treats, and in Ron's case, many, many more.
After several long, pregnant, poignant moments, Charlus looks grim and Dorea looks both sad and irate.
"Dumbledore did nothing to help Sirius?" Dorea asks softly, and Hermione can only nod. She doesn't wish to taint the opinion of her late professor since he was a good man...occasionally, but facts were facts, and when it came to Sirius Black, Dumbledore hadn't lifted a finger-until it was almost too late. Even then, Hermione and Harry had been the ones to do it, once more pawns in his game.
"My word...and the poor boy Regulus, you do intend to help him, don't you?" Dorea says, looking at all of them.
"We hadn't exactly gotten that far, but yes, if we can, we intend to save as many people as we can...though it is imperative that no one tells anyone that we're here, or who we are," Hermione responds, nibbling on her bottom lip. The less people that knew about them, the better.
"Well-"
"Hello?" A loud, friendly voice calls and it echoes around the room, bouncing about and engulfing them. Hermione turns her head towards the door just in time to see a petite, dark red headed girl walk through the door.
"Ah, Lily, you're just in time to meet our guests."
They told Dorea and Charlus essentially everything, I wanted them to ne honest in this fic. At least with the Order members and their loved ones/ would be loved ones.
Also, I am about to have a world of fun with Lily Evans. Let me tell you ;)
Love,
Indieblue xxx
