Title: Journal Entry (I need a better title - any suggestions?)
Rating: PG
Author: Elise
Author's Notes - (Just read the old ones. They still apply.)
August 5, 2016
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"Harry! Merlin's Ghost! Where the hell have you been?" exclaimed Remus Lupin as he jerked Harry into the house and shut the door. "Why do you never tell people when you feel compelled to run off like that?" Remus scolded, "That move should have gone out after your first year."
"Harry - you're back," cried Elaine as she ran to Harry from the kitchen, still holding a dishtowel in her hand. "Are you OK? Hermione said that you had two attacks after the party" she continued holding Harry tightly.
"I'm fine. Really. I just had some things to think over" Harry replied in a conciliatory tone.
SMACK - the dishtowel hit Harry's forehead.
"How old are you? You know damn good and well to let someone know what the hell is going on! Do you have any idea of the worry that you caused?" Elaine continued ranting as she chased Harry about the foyer of the house, hitting whatever body part was closest as punctuation for her words.
"`Lainie, don't hurt him.too badly anyway" chuckled Remus as he observed the spectacle before him.
"Don't call me that" retorted Elaine with a grin, turning to hit Remus' shoulder with the dishtowel.
"I came here because I think that I need to talk to you" Harry said looking directly into Elaine's eyes.
"In the study" she answered quickly.
Harry heard a few hasty scrambles as he opened the door to the study. Elaine walked in behind him held to door open behind her, "Bandit - outside now" she ordered as the fastidious raccoon made his exit.
"Now, what is it?" Elaine said worriedly.
"Calm down, nothing that serious. Sit down," smiled Harry, indicating the two chairs by the fireplace.
"Now I am really getting curious. You sure you don't want me to get Remus for you?" she questioned.
"Yeah," assured Harry. Several moments passed before he found the words to begin. "Did you have any second thoughts about getting.well. involved with Remus?" he began abruptly.
"Involved in what sense?"
"Well," Harry fumbled about for the right words.
"Romantically?" Elaine questioned with a smile.
"Yeah," exhaled Harry.
"Some, of course. I am presuming you mean about the werewolf aspect and not age or nationality?" she teased.
Harry countered with a dirty look.
Ignoring the look, Elaine continued, "Honestly, the lycanthropy has always been more of an issue for Remus than for me."
"But why? Didn't it worry you about."
"Love is the leap that won't be denied" quoted Elaine. "Remus is more than the sum of his parts. Everyone has something, some bit of baggage that they would rather not have. A horrid childhood, bad relationships, physical aliments" she continued. "Remus is a werewolf. I love Remus. I can't love only one part of him - it is a package deal. I'll admit, it wasn't an easy decision but it is the way things are."
Elaine's voice trailed off as she studied her wedding ring. Quite suddenly she looked up quickly, studying Harry's face. "So - are you going to tell me that you have fallen in love with Hermione or am I going to have to guess?" she commented coolly.
Harry opened and closed his mouth several times - unable to speak. "Wha?" was the best he could manage. "Where did you get that idea?"
"Educated guess," Elaine quipped. "You would be a terrible poker player."
"Bloody hell, you are good."
"I know," she smiled. "By the way, from the bit that Hermione let slip. you should brush up on your dueling. She is royally pissed off." Elaine stood, got out two glasses and proceeded to pour enough bourbon into them to anesthetize a hippogriff. She silently handed a glass to Harry.
"She told you?" Harry asked hesitantly, taking the glass offered to him and downing a mouthful. "I've messed up completely now."
"Not ever, you know better than that" she assured him quietly. "But she is hurt and angry. Look, I don't know exactly what happened and I don't want to know," she added hastily. "But you should be talking to Hermione - not me," Elaine continued. "It is what she is thinking and feeling that is important here."
"I don't think that I can face her." Harry said to his shoes.
"Cowardice is unbecoming to a Gryffindor."
Harry chuckled, "Now you sound like Sirius."
"Where do you think that I got the line from?" Elaine countered, quickly draining her glass.
A soft knock sounded on the door and Remus' head appeared around the sill. "Is the coast clear? There is an urgent owl for you," he told Elaine.
"I'd better get that - I'll be right back," Elaine called to Harry as she hurried out of the room.
"What is going on, Harry?" Remus asked, suddenly looking all of his fifty- six years.
Harry responded by empting his glass in one gulp. "Oh, nothing major. Just I am in love with Hermione but may have mucked things up beyond redemption." Harry looked up to see Remus staring at him with his mouth agape. "Remus, close your mouth. You look like you are trying to catch flies."
As Remus searched for words, the room was shook by a high-pitched scream. Harry leapt to his feet to go and investigate but Remus only held up a hand to stop him. "The USA team is going to the World Cup finals from the looks of the envelope."
"Ron is going to have a fit," grinned Harry.
"Quite possibly", Remus said mildly.
A moment later, the door opened again and Elaine appeared again looking just a bit flushed. "Sorry" she muttered as she sat on the arm of Remus' chair.
"I take it that the US team won?" Remus teased.
"Oh, you knew that from the envelope. Now Harry," she said turning to face Harry. Harry pulled a sofa cushion over his head and was beating himself in the face with it. "Get out from under there and try to act like a quasi- normal person for a minute."
"I'm scared," Harry said quietly as he placed the cushion back on the sofa.
"I know, sugar. But is that reason enough to through away a chance for happiness with both hands? You need to deal with Hermione. I'll bet my bank vault that she thinks you have rejected her by leaving the way that you did."
"What? She thinks that?" cried Harry in shock.
"Because after - whatever - happened, you took French leave without a shred of explanation," Elaine countered sharply.
"Wait! What happened!" inquired Remus. Elaine clapped her hand over Remus' mouth.
"So what are you going to do about this?" she challenged Harry.
Harry rose quietly, kissed Elaine on the cheek, squeezed Remus' shoulder in goodbye, and then Apparated away.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" demanded Remus.
"Mr. Lupin - you owe me fifty galleons," said Elaine with a conspiratorial wink.
After a pause, Remus grinned widely and pulled his wife down onto his lap. "I may have to throw myself on the mercy of the court," he whispered into Elaine's ear.
"Umm...ok."
~*~
August 5, 2016
~*~
"Harry! Merlin's Ghost! Where the hell have you been?" exclaimed Remus Lupin as he jerked Harry into the house and shut the door. "Why do you never tell people when you feel compelled to run off like that?" Remus scolded, "That move should have gone out after your first year."
"Harry - you're back," cried Elaine as she ran to Harry from the kitchen, still holding a dishtowel in her hand. "Are you OK? Hermione said that you had two attacks after the party" she continued holding Harry tightly.
"I'm fine. Really. I just had some things to think over" Harry replied in a conciliatory tone.
SMACK - the dishtowel hit Harry's forehead.
"How old are you? You know damn good and well to let someone know what the hell is going on! Do you have any idea of the worry that you caused?" Elaine continued ranting as she chased Harry about the foyer of the house, hitting whatever body part was closest as punctuation for her words.
"`Lainie, don't hurt him.too badly anyway" chuckled Remus as he observed the spectacle before him.
"Don't call me that" retorted Elaine with a grin, turning to hit Remus' shoulder with the dishtowel.
"I came here because I think that I need to talk to you" Harry said looking directly into Elaine's eyes.
"In the study" she answered quickly.
Harry heard a few hasty scrambles as he opened the door to the study. Elaine walked in behind him held to door open behind her, "Bandit - outside now" she ordered as the fastidious raccoon made his exit.
"Now, what is it?" Elaine said worriedly.
"Calm down, nothing that serious. Sit down," smiled Harry, indicating the two chairs by the fireplace.
"Now I am really getting curious. You sure you don't want me to get Remus for you?" she questioned.
"Yeah," assured Harry. Several moments passed before he found the words to begin. "Did you have any second thoughts about getting.well. involved with Remus?" he began abruptly.
"Involved in what sense?"
"Well," Harry fumbled about for the right words.
"Romantically?" Elaine questioned with a smile.
"Yeah," exhaled Harry.
"Some, of course. I am presuming you mean about the werewolf aspect and not age or nationality?" she teased.
Harry countered with a dirty look.
Ignoring the look, Elaine continued, "Honestly, the lycanthropy has always been more of an issue for Remus than for me."
"But why? Didn't it worry you about."
"Love is the leap that won't be denied" quoted Elaine. "Remus is more than the sum of his parts. Everyone has something, some bit of baggage that they would rather not have. A horrid childhood, bad relationships, physical aliments" she continued. "Remus is a werewolf. I love Remus. I can't love only one part of him - it is a package deal. I'll admit, it wasn't an easy decision but it is the way things are."
Elaine's voice trailed off as she studied her wedding ring. Quite suddenly she looked up quickly, studying Harry's face. "So - are you going to tell me that you have fallen in love with Hermione or am I going to have to guess?" she commented coolly.
Harry opened and closed his mouth several times - unable to speak. "Wha?" was the best he could manage. "Where did you get that idea?"
"Educated guess," Elaine quipped. "You would be a terrible poker player."
"Bloody hell, you are good."
"I know," she smiled. "By the way, from the bit that Hermione let slip. you should brush up on your dueling. She is royally pissed off." Elaine stood, got out two glasses and proceeded to pour enough bourbon into them to anesthetize a hippogriff. She silently handed a glass to Harry.
"She told you?" Harry asked hesitantly, taking the glass offered to him and downing a mouthful. "I've messed up completely now."
"Not ever, you know better than that" she assured him quietly. "But she is hurt and angry. Look, I don't know exactly what happened and I don't want to know," she added hastily. "But you should be talking to Hermione - not me," Elaine continued. "It is what she is thinking and feeling that is important here."
"I don't think that I can face her." Harry said to his shoes.
"Cowardice is unbecoming to a Gryffindor."
Harry chuckled, "Now you sound like Sirius."
"Where do you think that I got the line from?" Elaine countered, quickly draining her glass.
A soft knock sounded on the door and Remus' head appeared around the sill. "Is the coast clear? There is an urgent owl for you," he told Elaine.
"I'd better get that - I'll be right back," Elaine called to Harry as she hurried out of the room.
"What is going on, Harry?" Remus asked, suddenly looking all of his fifty- six years.
Harry responded by empting his glass in one gulp. "Oh, nothing major. Just I am in love with Hermione but may have mucked things up beyond redemption." Harry looked up to see Remus staring at him with his mouth agape. "Remus, close your mouth. You look like you are trying to catch flies."
As Remus searched for words, the room was shook by a high-pitched scream. Harry leapt to his feet to go and investigate but Remus only held up a hand to stop him. "The USA team is going to the World Cup finals from the looks of the envelope."
"Ron is going to have a fit," grinned Harry.
"Quite possibly", Remus said mildly.
A moment later, the door opened again and Elaine appeared again looking just a bit flushed. "Sorry" she muttered as she sat on the arm of Remus' chair.
"I take it that the US team won?" Remus teased.
"Oh, you knew that from the envelope. Now Harry," she said turning to face Harry. Harry pulled a sofa cushion over his head and was beating himself in the face with it. "Get out from under there and try to act like a quasi- normal person for a minute."
"I'm scared," Harry said quietly as he placed the cushion back on the sofa.
"I know, sugar. But is that reason enough to through away a chance for happiness with both hands? You need to deal with Hermione. I'll bet my bank vault that she thinks you have rejected her by leaving the way that you did."
"What? She thinks that?" cried Harry in shock.
"Because after - whatever - happened, you took French leave without a shred of explanation," Elaine countered sharply.
"Wait! What happened!" inquired Remus. Elaine clapped her hand over Remus' mouth.
"So what are you going to do about this?" she challenged Harry.
Harry rose quietly, kissed Elaine on the cheek, squeezed Remus' shoulder in goodbye, and then Apparated away.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" demanded Remus.
"Mr. Lupin - you owe me fifty galleons," said Elaine with a conspiratorial wink.
After a pause, Remus grinned widely and pulled his wife down onto his lap. "I may have to throw myself on the mercy of the court," he whispered into Elaine's ear.
"Umm...ok."
~*~