I'm baaaaaack! I'm reviving this story. It's too good a plot not to, and we were just getting to the Remadora stuff.
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Since starting, Remus found that Harry spent a great deal of time hiding in his office. He knew that this year, as the previous two, brought some strange challenges for Harry during the school year, and he was still upset with his colleague in Divination for "predicting" the young wizard's death right off the bat in class. But there was something else that was off with him. It was only October, but Remus felt like Harry was not as happy in the school as normal. Even with Quidditch season coming.

"You look frightened." It was a flat statement, but Remus knew this child better than anyone. He glanced up from the papers on his desk at Harry, who was curled up in an armchair in the corner, reading from his Herbology book.

"How so?" Harry ask, his face now confused.

"Well, its very subtle, but you also smell of fear. But I have found that telling someone they smell of fear, makes them more afraid." Remus laughed quietly in spite of himself when the statement made Harry laugh.

"Sure, I could see that." Harry replied. He marked his place in his textbook and sat it to the side. "It's just- people talk. Mostly about me, around here."

"I have noticed that, myself, actually." Remus replied, redipping his quill into the bottle of red ink as he continued to mark the papers he was grading on.

"The Slytherins say he's coming for me." Harry said. "And by the way you act, I have half a mind to believe them." At this, Remus dropped his quill to the desk and blew his breath hard through his nose before covering his face with his hands.

"Bloody hell, Harry." He cursed. "Really?"

"I knew you knew something!" Harry protested, his voice raising slightly. "And after all the weird shit that keeps happening to me, I think at this point, you should tell me. I get that you're trying to protect me, and I love you. I know why you're doing it. But please..." Harry pleaded. "Please tell me."

Remus stared at the bright green eyes staring at him. Harry had been through so much, and he was right, he wanted nothing more than to protect him. But he had not been at the school in the years previous to keep Harry safe. This year, he could. "Fine," He sighed, pushing back from his desk. "Let's take a walk. I'll tell you the whole story... But please, watch that language, young man..."

Harry was still reeling when he came into the Gryffindor Common room that evening. His mind was so confused, and his heart hurt. He knew that his Uncle and his parents were close, but he did not know about the fight before they died. Harry had listened quietly as Remus told him about the Order of the Phoenix, about the secret keeper for his parents to stay hidden- and about how James had been convinced that Remus was a spy because he was a werewolf when really, it as Sirius Black who was the spy, and the secret keeper, and he betrayed his parents. He'd claimed to love them, and he turned them in to die.

Remus had taken Harry out by the Black Lake to tell this tell, and both wizards had a shameless cry. Harry clung to him in a similar way that he had as a small child when he'd had a nightmare, and Remus was equally protective. He could tell how much it hurt him that he and Harry's father never got to make up. He was glad that his mother had apparently never believed the spy was Remus, and had kept small contact through letters. Listening to him talk about it was painful, but he was glad to know it all.

But Sirius Black. He'd once called his father and uncle both 'brother' but traded them in. Harry was furious. Remus told him that he was, under no circumstances, to go looking for him. He'd tried to protest, asking why he would do such a thing, but he realized who he was talking to, and that Remus knew him better than that, so he agreed.

So he was still trying to piece it all together when Hermione and Ron called to him as he stepped through the portrait door. "Oi, mate. You alright?" Ron ask, standing to move over a bit on the couch to let Harry sit down with them.

"I- I don't know." Harry confessed, shaking his head. "Uncle Remus just decided to give me the rest of the details on my parent's murders. I mean- He didn't want to. But I begged. So he said he reckoned I was old enough now, and with current events-"

"Current events?" Hermione interrupted, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"You mean Black?" Ron guessed. Harry nodded.

"He was- Guys. He was my Godfather." Harry swallowed. "Apparently, Uncle Remus was my mother's pick, but my dad won out, so they'd told him he could do it for the second child they had- which they never got the chance to do. But, yeah. He was best friends with my parents, too. And my uncle. They were all like brothers, apparently. Until Black turned on them. He was their secret keeper, and he turned them in. Turned US in." Harry had a few loose tears trail down his cheeks. Ron handed him a napkin from his pocket where he often kept snacks and Hermione laid a hand on his forearm in comfort.

"Oh, Merlin, Harry." Hermione whispered. "I am so sorry."

"I have had a feeling so far this year, the way all the teachers are watching me like a hawk. And he is all anyone can talk about. I knew, somehow, because isn't it always the bloody way, that he had something to do with me." Harry leaned back into the cushions of the couch.

"Well. You can't get much safer here, safer than at home, even." Ron pointed out. "I mean, we have dementors, Dumbledore, your uncle, not to mention all the other teachers and charms and wards. So at least there is that."

"That is true." Hermione agreed. "There is so much protection here."

"You should just relax. Quidditch practice starts next week, and you'll feel better after getting back out on the pitch." Ron added.

"Thanks guys. Thanks for listening." Harry said, closing his eyes and relaxing a bit more, comforted by the presence of his best friends.

Remus had just settled himself from his very long and emotional talk with Harry and was back to grading papers when he heard the sound of light tapping at his window. He moved over and opened the pane of glass just enough to let the small, grey speckled owl who was outside come in and warm herself from the cool evening air. He gave the small bird a treat and took the note attached to her leg, a bit confused.

'Are you settled yet? I would still love to have that drink. -T'

Remus smiled. He was fascinated by the young woman. She was forward, confident, and yet somehow still a bit clumsy. He thought for a moment about how to reply. Sure, he was interested in having a pint with her, but he hardly ever dated- he had so many reasons not to. And this particular witch came with a couple more- Age and occupation.

However, Harry had been pressing that idea, as well. He was very excited about the prospect of Remus going out with anyone, but Harry had been very intrigued by her in the very brief visit she'd paid to their home. He'd ask Remus several times since the encounter if he had spoken to her again, and was always very obviously disappointed when he said he hadn't.

Against what he knew was his better judgement, he took a small scrap of paper out of his desk drawer and scribbled a reply.

'When did you have in mind?- RJL'

He gave he owl a few more moments over by his fire before sending her back out into the cold. His nerves were bristled, and he tried to distract himself by going over a few different texts, trying to decide which ones to use in an up coming class. He was only afforded about half an hour of this distraction, however, when the light tapping of the same small owl returned.

'I will be at the Hog's Head at 8 o'clock. I prefer not to drink alone.'

She did not initial this reply, and Remus was taken aback by how forward a reply it was. He glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was a quarter until seven. He swallowed thickly, mind racing. He wondered if there was any real harm in going- Worst case scenario he at least could say he made a new friend. Even if he did admit she was a very beautiful young witch. He was about to reply when he noticed that the owl had gone already- No doubt acting under orders from her owner. 'Well.' Remus mumbled to himself, 'I suppose I'm going out.'

The pathway from the castle down to the Hogsmade village was a familiar one for Remus, but it felt so different than when he'd last walked it. He wondered to himself if it was because it was already dark, and he was not a student bound by curfew as he had been the last time he'd walked the path. He kept his wand tip lit until he made into the village where the street lamps were lit, and he tucked it back into his jacket pocket.

He was surprised to find the same young witch in question propped against one of the walls on the outside of the pub. He spotted her before she did him, and he paused a moment to look at her. She had long, emerald green ringlet curls falling to frame her heart-shaped face. Her hair accented the green of her skirt, which fell just above her knees. She had on a long sleeve black tshirt and white cardigan, with black leather boots that stopped mid-calf. He sighed, thinking to himself 'oh, of course she'd look this beautiful...'

"Wotcher, professor..." She laughed and waved as Remus approached.

"Good evening miss Tonks." He replied politely. "Shall we go inside?"

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