CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Moony and Hooks
A second letter arrived at the Burrow with the one for the twins. It was addressed to Mr. And Mrs. Arthur Weasley in the same stylized, slightly messy, but readable script.
(Dear Arthur and Molly,
I've finally come up with a way to say thank you to everyone here who have helped make this new phase of my life slightly less confusing. Please bring your family to Hogwarts on December 31st, 7:00 p.m. for a dinner and New Year's Ever party in your honor.
RSVP
Roxanne Stewart)
Similar letters went to the entire Hogwarts staff-even Mundungus Fletcher- Sirius, Remus, Harry, and Hermione. She decided wisely against inviting Professor Snape. If intercepted, the letter could prove very dangerous, if not deadly, for him. She'd have to thank him another way, another time.
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With only two days until Christmas, Remus and Roxanne traveled by Portkey to Diagon Alley. They stopped first at Florian Fortiscue's parlor for the promised hot cocoa and a paper bag bulging with warm roast chestnuts. Afterward, at the robe shop, Remus stood patiently as Madame Malkin tailored a handsome set of charcoal gray robes and a cloak ("For Christmas," Roxanne said firmly) to fit.
Roxanne sent Remus alone into the apothecary with a long list of supplies she needed to properly repair the damage done by Mundungus Fletcher. Lupin's potion would have to be started tonight in order to have it done in time. Meanwhile, Roxanne disappeared through the crowds of last-minute shoppers, appearing twenty minutes later, empty-handed, but with a satisfied smile on her face.
Remus questioned her. She refused to answer, laughing at his child-like curiosity and saying only, "You'll have to wait until New Year's Eve, Mr. Lupin."
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Back at Hogwarts late that afternoon, Remus helped her with her purchases, filling empty jars and bottles and setting them in their proper places on the shelves. They then stood side by side, chopping, measuring and brewing Lupin's potion. They would need to be up late getting it started, then check on it periodically over the next several days, adding ingredients on the third and fifth days, stirring morning and night. Remus brought a late dinner down. They ate and talked, exchanging pasts-Remus finally getting up the nerve to ask about the boyfriend who'd taught her the painfully effective self-defense technique she'd used on him.
"He was a police officer, actually," she explained. "It was a very short relationship-only lasted a week. We met when I was arrested for public intoxication in Las Vegas. He put me in the drunk tank that night, let me out in the morning (after my father wired money for the fine) and took me to his place."
Remus seemed to grow very uncomfortable at the direction the story was taking, so Roxanne stopped.
"So," she said, changing the subject, "tell me about your first day at Hogwarts."
Remus smiled gratefully and told of the generosity of Dumbledore, the pride of his parents, meeting Sirius and James Potter on the train, the sorting and the first awkward days. He told of his friends' discovery of his condition ("They thought my being a werewolf was cool-tells you bit about their personalities."), and the adventures they had together. They laughed, talked and worked until the early morning hours. Remus walked Roxanne to her door, where he took her hand.
"Roxanne," he said, looking at her hand resting comfortably in his. Roxanne thought she knew what he was about to ask her-hoping he would. "May I kiss you?"
She laughed lightly-this was not the question she expected.
"Did I say something funny?" he asked, puzzled and a little disappointed.
"No!" She smiled and squeezed his hand. "It's just-well-no one's ever asked me for a kiss."
"Never?"
She frowned. "I've never been involved with the kind of man who would, I guess."
"I see. Like the police officer?"
She nodded, looking away from his troubled gray eyes. But he lifted her chin, and leaned in close until his lips were nearly touching hers. "I'd still like to kiss you, if that's OK," he whispered.
Roxanne nodded, timidly, a smile playing on her lips. They kissed, gently, warmly. She'd never been kissed like that before-with affection and tenderness.
"Goodnight, Roxanne," he whispered.
"Goodnight, Remus." She watched him until he disappeared around a corner, then slipped inside, undressed and climbed into bed. She lay awake for another hour or more, trying feverishly to work out the confusing new feelings that tingled through her mind and body.
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It seemed she'd just closed her eyes when a knock at Roxanne's door woke her, but the gray light filtering in through the windows told her she'd been asleep for at least a few hours. She could see snow falling heavily outside as she rose and put on her dressing gown.
It was Sirius. He had large snowflakes still clinging to his black hair. "Is Remus here?" he growled acidly, straining to see into the room.
"No," she said in a low voice, angry at Sirius' implication. "See for yourself." And she flung the door wide and stood, arms crossed, eyes flashing as Sirius scanned the room.
"Do you know where he is? He didn't come in last night."
Roxanne frowned. "He left me-at my door-around two a.m."
Sirius growled.
"Give me a minute. I'll get dressed and help you look," she said.
Sirius waited for her, pacing in the corridor. She dressed quickly, pulling on a heavy sweater and a pair of faded jeans with her wand sticking out of a pocket. They split up, running and calling throughout the castle. Roxanne apologized to Professor McGonagall for waking her-it was still very early on Christmas Eve. Between them they managed to wake nearly everyone. Mundungus Fletcher, though, was a heavy sleeper and did not stir.
A thorough search of the castle yielded nothing. Sirius' mood worsened and he snapped at Roxanne when she came out of the dungeons alone.
"Nothing?" he roared.
She shook her head, quiet with worry. Certainly he would have said something, to one of them, if he were going somewhere.
"Sirius. What's wrong?" It was Harry, still rubbing sleep from his eyes, his hair uncombed-but only slightly more disheveled than usual.
Sirius blinked at him, an odd expression on his face like he'd just been smacked. "The map," he whispered. "Harry, where's the map," he said, taking Harry by the arm and leading him back toward Gryffindor tower, Roxanne jogging to keep up with his long, hurried strides.
"What map?" she asked. "How can a map help?" But Sirius ignored her, and Harry was being shoved forward too quickly to have a chance to answer.
At the portrait of the fat lady, Harry muttered the password-"holly berries." The fat lady hesitated, her eyes widening at the sight of Sirius Black. He was clean-shaven with short, combed hair and clean robes now, but there was no forgetting the fierce hollow darkness in those eyes. She shuddered, but opened the passageway for them, only somewhat reassured by Dumbledore's explanation two years ago, that Sirius was in fact on their side. Under Sirius' stern gaze she dared not remind Roxanne that she was not allowed in Gryffindor Tower, and Roxanne followed Harry and Sirius into the spacious common room and up the stairs to Harry's room.
Harry dug in his trunk and pulled out an old, folded piece of parchment. Sirius snatched it from his hands and spread it on Harry's bed, then pulled his wand from his robes and placed the tip on the paper.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," he muttered quickly, and instantly thin black lines snaked from his wand tip and soon filled the page with a map of Hogwarts-castle and grounds. Sirius scanned it quickly until he found what he was looking for-a tiny black dot with the word "Moony" in a tiny box next to it.
He breathed a sigh and sat on the bed.
"He's in Dumbledore's office," he said to the intent stares of Harry and Roxanne. Harry looked at the map, saw the name Sirius had indicated. "You've been looking for Remus?"
"He didn't come in last night," explained Sirius. "I thought-" he stopped and looked to Roxanne, but she was gone, the door to the room still swinging slightly.
Sirius groaned. "Damn!"
"Sirius?"
"I owe her an apology," he sighed.
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At Roxanne's knock, Dumbledore opened the door and let her in, placing his finger to his lips, then pointing to the sofa that sat in the adjoining study. Remus lay sprawled among the cushions, his cloak wrapped tightly around him, a pillow held to his chest, fast asleep.
She sighed and sank heavily into a soft high-backed chair.
"He's been here all night-well since two or so anyway," Dumbledore explained quietly, accurately reading Roxanne's worried gaze. "We talked for awhile, he fell asleep. I didn't have the heart to wake him."
Sirius burst into the office, the door banging loudly as it swung wide. Remus flinched and woke, sitting up suddenly, knocking several pillows to the floor. Roxanne jumped up from her chair and, casting a menacing glare toward Sirius, moved to the sofa and sat down next to Remus who was running his fingers through his unkempt hair.
"Roxanne-" he began.
But Sirius interrupted. "Roxanne, I'm sorry about this morning," he blurted.
Remus, brow furrowed, brain still a bit foggy, looked at his old friend, then Roxanne and back.
"Sorry for what?" he asked, blinking confusedly.
Roxanne looked down at her knees. Sirius looked at the floor.
"I came looking for you this morning," he began quietly. "I went to Roxanne's room first. I thought-"
"I see," said Remus gravely. "I thought you knew me better than that Sirius."
"She's not exactly a lady, Remus," Sirius spat, regretting the words as they tumbled from his mouth.
"And you're not exactly a gentleman, are you," said Remus sternly, taking Roxanne's hand in his. Black hung his head again.
"Forgive me, Remus. When I found you hadn't come in last night I-well, I assumed-"
"You assumed wrong. If you care to know, Roxanne and I were up late preparing my potion. I left her at her door and wandered the castle for, who knows how long. I couldn't sleep. I met Dumbledore in the kitchen-"
"Midnight snack," Dumbledore explained, a twinkle in his eye.
"We came here and talked. I must've fallen asleep sometime after-" Remus paused. "Well, sometime."
The Headmaster looked at the two men. "Now is not the time to be letting such matters come between you, gentlemen. Our strength will lie in our unity. I suggest the two of you run off for breakfast and work very hard to sort this out."
Sirius nodded. Remus stood, bent to kiss Roxanne lightly on the cheek and whispered, "Stay here. I believe the Headmaster wants to speak to you," and strode to Sirius. Black held out his hand, which Remus ignored.
"Perhaps," called Dumbledore, "it would be best if you left your wands here." Sirius gritted his teeth, but removed his wand from his robes and placed it on the desk. Remus only nodded, agreeing with Dumbledore's obvious wisdom and did the same, then followed Sirius out the door.
"A cup of tea? Oh, nearly forgot. Shall I have breakfast brought up, then?" Dumbledore said to Roxanne.
Suddenly very hungry, Roxanne thanked him. He went to the fireplace, threw in a pinch of powder and called into the sudden burst of green flame, "Dobby! Breakfast for two in my study please."
In a few seconds a small feast appeared on the table in the windowed alcove at the far end of the room. Dumbledore reached for Roxanne, who took his hand and stood. He placed her hand gently on his arm and led her to a chair with a stunning view of the forest and lake. They ate and talked, the conversation light, Dumbledore complimenting her on her progress and entertaining her with tales from less troublesome times, asking how her plans for New Year's Eve were coming.
At last breakfast was finished and the dishes cleared.
"You and Remus seem to be quite close," Dumbledore observed, sipping at a steaming cup of tea.
Roxanne nodded, smiling warmly, her cheeks pinking slightly.
"Remus is very fond of you, Miss Stewart. But there are things you must understand."
Roxanne was confused. "I already know he's a werewolf-" she began.
"Yes. And you know enough to not be bothered by that. Certainly there are problems to be considered when one pursues a relationship with a werewolf. However, what I am going to tell you now does not concern that." Dumbledore paused, gathering his thoughts. "Remus is struggling with himself. His desire for you is very strong."
"I would have liked him to stay with me last night," Roxanne whispered.
"And he would have been very tempted to do so," Dumbledore said. "But you must understand the wizard conception of the creative powers. In the muggle world from whence you came, physical love is often flung about with little regard for the power it possesses. The few who still revere and respect it are often ridiculed, correct?"
Roxanne nodded, looking at her hands folded on the table.
"A witch and wizard who save themselves for one another, bonding their minds and bodies in an oath of marriage, possess a combined strength that is greater than the sum of their individual powers. Remus desires you. But his desire to give you this strength is greater."
"But I'm not-I've already-" she stammered.
"Did your father not talk to you of these things? At all?"
"My father didn't talk to me about much of anything," she said bitterly.
Dumbledore nodded gravely. "With all my magic I cannot undo what has been done. Your past will no doubt weaken your bond with Remus, but if you exercise self-control, help him resist, you may find you have more power than you think."
"Would it be best if we-if I left?" she asked.
"Miss Stewart, I hope you don't believe I implied any such thing. You are very much wanted, and needed here." The Headmaster looked at her directly, showing by his stern gaze that he meant what he said. "I simply ask, for Remus' sake-for all our sakes-that you proceed cautiously."
Roxanne nodded. "I don't really know how."
"I'm sure you'll figure it out. Anyone who can outwit Sirius Black will have no trouble with something like this."
She sat silently, drumming her fingers on the table, gazing fixedly out the window. "This bond-this power. It couldn't save Harry's parents."
"No. It could not. But, it helped save Harry," Dumbledore said slowly, watching her keenly over the top of his spectacles.
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After leaving Dumbledore's office, Remus led the way, with Sirius striding sullenly a few paces behind, to the staff room. They found Mundungus Fletcher there, completely boring Professor Flitwick with over-glorified exploits of his younger days.
"Excuse me, gentlemen. May I ask a favor?" said Remus politely.
"Certainly, certainly, Mr. Lupin," Fletcher said loudly. "These young wizards are always seeking my advice, you know," he whispered pompously to Flitwick who rolled his eyes.
"I wonder if we might use the staff room."
"Oh, of course," said Fletcher, disappointed. Flitwick gladly cleared the room, rushing out before Fletcher could catch him. Fletcher gathered his things and walked glumly out.
Sirius locked the door behind Fletcher and turned to his friend. "I said I was sorry, Remus. What more do you want?"
"I want you to understand that I am not going to give up Roxanne because you want it," Lupin growled, rounding on him.
"It's not what I expect-"
"It's exactly what you expect. It's always been that way. It's always been your way, damn the consequences!" shouted Lupin pacing in a wide circle around Sirius.
"Now, hold on! You and James didn't have any trouble going along with me."
"Stupidly, no. We went along with whatever Sirius wanted. Lucky for all of us James had a fit of common sense and the nerve to do something about it. But Sirius isn't getting his way. Not this time. And it's eating at you!"
"She's not right for you! She doesn't belong here!" Sirius spat, scowling darkly at Remus.
"We've been through this before. If she doesn't belong here then I certainly don't. And as for being right for me-since when are you the authority on what's right for me. You only really know, or care, what's right for Sirius Black."
"I'm only trying to-"
"I know what you're trying to do!"
Lupin stopped pacing, his shoulders sagged, his head dropped and he rubbed at the back of his neck. "I know what you're trying to do. I understand the kind of burden you must bear," said Lupin quietly, his heart aching for Sirius, for all the innocence and carefree life lost to the malice of Voldemort and the walls of Azkaban prison. "But Sirius, Roxanne is committed to help us, to help you with that burden. She's pledged her life to Harry."
"I can't be certain about her, Remus. A pledge from you-I trust that. I know you. She's a girl with a less than honorable past. And her ancestry- blood runs thicker than water, Remus."
Lupin sat heavily in a chair near the fireplace and stared into the flames.
"Did you know," he began, his voice low, his eyes troubled, "that the dagger they used to cut her belonged to her grandfather?"
Sirius' eyes widened. "Are you certain?"
Lupin nodded slowly. "We found it-in a shop on Knockturn Alley. I, er, persuaded the shopkeeper to tell me who sold it to him. There was still blood on the blade. The bastard hadn't even bothered to clean it. She believes he was there that night-that he took part willingly."
Sirius sat slowly in a chair facing Lupin's.
"There is no blood tie for her, Sirius," Lupin said, looking his friend squarely in the eye. "She's done away with everything that reminds her of her ancestry. And as for her past-we all have a past." He looked at Sirius intently. "I will forever be grateful to you and James for not judging me by mine."
Sirius' brow furrowed deeply and he looked away from Lupin's penetrating gaze.
"What is it about her, Remus?" Sirius asked.
"That makes me love her? I suppose because she reminds me so much of my best friend," Lupin answered.
"Me?" asked Sirius, incredulous.
"In many ways, yes." Remus sat up, his brow furrowing thoughtfully. "Dumbledore is always saying he doesn't believe in chance," Lupin went on. "Have you seen Roxanne's tattoo?"
"Tattoo? I didn't know she had one?" answered Sirius curiously.
"It's on her collarbone. She had it done years ago. It's a lion."
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Christmas morning dawned bright, the snowy mountain peaks bathed in the pale pink of early dawn, the clear cold sky lightening from indigo to azure. The new snow sparkled with brilliant diamond-like pinpoints as it rolled seamlessly over the grounds of Hogwarts castle.
Harry woke from a deep, restful sleep and flung the drapes from around his four-poster.
"Sirius!" he called. "Remus! Wake up! It's Christmas!" After four previous Christmases at Hogwarts, Harry had grown more and more delighted by the excitement of the holiday. Nine Christmases with the Dursley's had nearly squelched the kind of child-like joy that is every child's right at Christmas. But through all the misery he'd endured at the hands of his cruel relatives, Harry Potter somehow came out the other end full of courage and all the good graces worthy of a true Gryffindor.
Sirius and Remus had come to an amicable understanding after hours of talking in the staffroom the day before, and then joined Harry in Gryffindor tower after dinner. The three had stayed up late, growing sleepy in front of the warm fire. Then retired to the 5th year bedroom. Sirius was sprawled on Ron's bed, on his stomach, his face buried in the pillows. Remus had slept across the room in Seamus' bed, but he was already up and dressed.
"Sorry," he said. "I tried to be quiet. I need to check on my potion-give it a stir."
"Bring her back here, then," yawned Sirius, winking at Harry. Harry grinned and looked at Lupin who blushed and sputtered, gave up, nodded and dashed out the door. He could hear Harry and Sirius laughing as he skipped lightly down the stairs.
Roxanne did not answer his knock. Thinking she might be in the potions classroom, he went there next. She wasn't there either. Puzzled, he returned to Gryffindor tower, knocking uselessly at her door once more on the way.
Sirius and Harry looked at him, puzzled that he'd come back alone, and with a look of deep disappointment on his face.
"I couldn't find her," he said gloomily. "Harry, could I borrow the map?"
Harry dug the map out once more. This time Lupin activated it, mumbling the words hurriedly.
"That's odd," he said and walked out again.
Sirius and Harry looked at the map to see what was odd. They found the tiny dot labeled 'Roxanne Stewart' at the top of the North Tower.
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After a long climb, Remus emerged, breathless, into the cold. The rising sun glared in his eyes as he looked around the high platform. There was no sign of Roxanne. He stood leaning over the turret, scanning the walkways below.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bird swooped down, grazing his hair and screeching loudly at him before speeding into the sky again. One arm up, shielding his eyes from the sun, he scanned above him looking for it. The bird attacked again, this time coming straight at him from the silver circle of the sun, snagging his robes with sharp talons before speeding over the wall and diving towards the ground a dozen stories below.
Remus looked over the wall, but the bird was gone again.
A voice behind him made him jump nearly out of his skin.
"What are you doing here?" Lupin spun around to find Roxanne, standing atop the stone wall, looking down at him with a surprised smile.
"I-I came looking for you. To wish you a Happy Christmas," he stammered. "Where were you?" he said slowly, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"I've been up here for a couple of hours-doing some homework."
"Homework? What kind of-" but he stopped suddenly, the realization dawning on him. "The bird-that was you!"
In answer, she spun on her toes and dove off into the empty air, Remus scrambling to catch her. She fell several stories before making a smooth transformation to the sleek gray and white falcon that had tormented him moments ago.
His heart beat madly. Moments later the bird landed lightly atop the wall again and transformed, smiling smugly, into Roxanne.
Remus grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to the floor. "Don't-do- that-again!" he gasped.
"What?"
"That-that dive-off the wall! I thought you were done for!"
"I'm fine! Did you see me?" she said excitedly bouncing on her toes, her eyes sparkling.
"Yes! I saw you! But how?"
"Professor McGonagall and I have been working on it for nearly a month."
"McGonagall taught you how to become an animagus?" he said, stunned.
"Dumbledore suggested it," she said brightly.
Remus whistled. "And in only a month? It took James and Sirius three years to figure it out."
"Sirius?" she said, eyeing him skeptically.
"Sorry, I assumed you knew."
Roxanne shook her head.
"They did it while we were in school-Peter as well. None of them are registered. We were reckless back then," he said shaking his head. "They could easily have gotten themselves killed." He chuckled softly. "Three years."
"Then, they didn't have Professor McGonagall's help?"
"Lupin laughed. "If she'd known-they'd have been expelled. Wands snapped and everything."
"I love it-flying, I mean," Roxanne said, gazing into the sky, the sun sparkling in her clear blue eyes. "Now I do, anyway. I'm a disaster on a broomstick."
Remus laughed and took her in his arms. "I'm proud of you," he said. "But you need a name."
"A name?" she asked, puzzled.
"Hmm," he said rubbing his chin and looking at her closely, thinking of his first encounter with her animagus form. "Screech, perhaps. Or Hooks," he suggested rubbing his scratched shoulder.
She smirked. "Screech?"
"Hooks then?"
She nodded, smiling.
"Roxanne," Remus said quietly, "may I kiss you again?"
She answered by leaning close, her lips touching his.
The kiss was long and passionate.
"Remus," she said breathlessly, "you don't need to ask again.
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New Year's Eve, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black strode through the castle headed for breakfast in the Great Hall, smiling and talking quietly. Sirius left Remus at Roxanne Stewart's door, patting him on the back and shaking his head in mock sadness.
Lupin straightened his robes, smoothed his hair and knocked. He heard her footsteps as she came to the door. His heart tripped lightly at the sound in his anticipation to see her face.
She was dressed and waiting for him, and when she opened the door he swept her into his arms and kissed her tenderly, without asking, then without a word led her downstairs. But instead of turning left into the Great Hall, he led her to the right, down into the dungeons and into the potions classroom. He sat her at a worktable and pulled a second chair close to hers.
"What are we doing here?" she asked, a worried expression on her face. The last time he'd done something like this he'd told her some very interesting things about himself and persuaded her to spend an agonizing day making a difficult potion.
He took her hands in his and looked at his knees. "This is more difficult than I thought it would be," he muttered under his breath.
"What is?" she asked, her stomach lurching.
He looked at her, took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly, then dropped to one knee.
"Remus-" she began, eyes widening.
"I brought you here because this is where I first realized I loved you," he blurted.
"Remus, I-"
"Please let me get this out before I lose my nerve," he said staring sternly at her. She clamped her mouth shut and nodded.
"I can't give you romantic strolls under the full moon. And I know that life with a werewolf can be, well, high maintenance. But I wondered if you would marry me anyway."
She looked away, tears brimming in her eyes.
"Please say yes," he said quietly. "I feel like I'll die if you don't."
"Why me?" she sobbed. "I'm not worthy of you."
He stood and pulled her to her feet, kissing the tears from her cheeks. "It is for me to decide who is worthy of me. I hope you will find me worthy of you. I will have no one else. Say yes, Roxanne."
She sobbed, burying her face in his chest. He held her, pleading silently for her to say the word he wanted to hear.
"I love you, Remus," she said quietly from his shoulder.
"I'll only accept that if it means you agree to marry me." He took her arms and pushed her away, forcing her to look at him.
"It means yes," she said with a slight smile.
Now Remus began to cry as well, pulling her close to him once more. "I love you, Roxanne," he whispered. "More than life."
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The Weasley family arrived early with plenty of daylight remaining for the boys to play a game of Quidditch. Roxanne had yet to see the game-though she'd heard about it often from Ron and Harry. Hermione seemed less interested in these conversations, but loved to watch the game. She sat with Roxanne, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Madame Pomfrey, Ginny and Molly in the stands to watch.
Harry and Remus played seeker, and chose up teams. Each ended up with one of the twins as beaters. Ron played keeper for Harry while Sirius played for Remus. The rest of the Weasley men played in the chaser positions-Bill and Arthur for Harry, Charlie and Percy for Remus.
The play was exciting but polite-no cheap shots or outright attacks. Hermione explained to Roxanne that such behavior was the norm when Gryffindor played against Slytherin. Roxanne watched with delight at the speed and daring of the players, wishing she could be up there swooping in, out and around the field. With falcon's eyes and speed she knew she'd be able to spot the snitch and catch it almost before the game began. It would be fun to surprise Remus.
But Professor McGonagall seemed to be reading her mind and shook her head meaningfully at her. Roxanne dropped her chin onto her hand disappointedly. "Why do the boys always get to have the fun?" she muttered.
"I thought you hated flying," said Hermione.
Professor McGonagall shot Roxanne a warning glare.
"I do. They make it look fun," she answered lamely, glancing at Professor McGonagall who nodded her approval.
Ron proved to be an excellent keeper and blocked shot after shot from Charlie and Percy. Bill proved too much for Sirius, though. Soon Harry's team was up 40 points to 10. Short two beaters, they'd decided to play with only one bludger, and Fred, desperate for his team to score, became increasingly aggressive, batting the heavy black ball expertly toward Bill's head or Ron's face.
Remus and Harry soared high above, looking more like they were enjoying the view than taking the game very seriously. In fact, they were good- naturedly jockeying for position, swooping in large circles, straining to see past one another in search of the snitch. For once Harry met his match in keen eyesight and Remus was suddenly speeding off, in pursuit of the snitch.
He'd dropped three hundred feet in a matter of seconds with Harry closing in fast on his Firebolt. Roxanne gripped the railing in front of her and stared breathlessly as the two dove toward the ground. But the snitch had zipped off and was zigzagging wildly over the field. Harry and Remus did their best to keep track of it, but lost it when it soared up into the sun.
Meanwhile, Fred had managed to hit Ron squarely in the chest with a bludger and Charlie and Percy were merrily passing the quaffle back and forth, scoring 6 goals before George and Arthur managed to stop them. Arthur took over as keeper as Madame Pomfrey hurried to the pitch to patch up Ron. He lay gasping in the snow at the base of the center hoop. Molly, Ginny and Hermione hurried after her. Hermione ran to Ron and cradled his head in her lap, cooing softly to him. Roxanne was alone in the box with Professor McGonagall and the Headmaster.
The sun had touched the lip of the horizon and the sky began to melt into indigos and pinks. Professor Dumbledore leaned over and whispered something in Professor McGonagall's ear. She smiled warmly, nodding, her eyes twinkling as she looked at Roxanne. Dumbledore turned to her. "It will be dark soon, Miss Stewart. Don't you think we should end this game." He winked at her merrily and nodded toward the sky. She looked at him, not understanding for a few seconds, then smiled broadly and sprinted for the exit.
Seconds later a sleek bird sped over Dumbledore's head, dove toward the pitch and pulled up in a smooth arch until it was soaring a thousand feet above the game. Harry had spotted it and pointed it out to Remus. Remus smiled and looked at Harry. "If you're going to win this game, you'd better find that snitch quickly," he said mysteriously.
But even as he spoke the falcon was pulling its wings close to its body and plummeting from the sky, faster and faster until it was a blur against the pink.
Harry spotted the snitch a second before the bird snatched it from the air and twisted upward again, flapping smoothly, climbing again straight toward he and Remus. It landed on Remus' shoulder and waited for him to take the snitch carefully from its sharp talons before diving again and disappearing behind the stands. Remus held the snitch for the dumbfounded Harry to see and laughed.
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A larger round table had been placed in the Great Hall to accommodate the extra guests. Everyone sat and waited for Dumbledore to speak, but it was not the Headmaster who arose to announce dinner. It was Roxanne.
"Thank you all for coming. I've been wracking my brain since-well, since Halloween-for some way I could show you all my appreciation. For your hospitality, your friendship, your patience, your healing. You've made this place, this life, feel like home-and I haven't felt at home anywhere in a very long time." She clapped her hands once and a golden goblet appeared before each guest. Roxanne lifted hers. "To my new family," she said, toasting the gathering.
"To family!" they called back, taking generous sips of the spicy-sweet white liquid in their glasses.
"Mm. What is it?" said Bill loudly.
"It's called Horchata. It's from Mexico. Which brings me to dinner tonight. I've eaten so much of your lovely English food, I thought you might like a sampling of American fare tonight." She clapped her hands twice and the table filled with platters full of an odd assortment of foods. Large round trays held bowls of multi-colored corn crisps surrounded by smaller bowls of a rainbow-variety of salsas, guacamole and bean dip. There were tacos stuffed with grilled, chopped steak and tomatillos; heaping trays of New York style hot dogs piled with mustard, onions and mayonnaise; huge tureens of New England Clam Chowder and Shrimp Gumbo; Southern-style barbecued spare ribs dripping with onions, lemons and rich spicy sauce; large black pots of Texas chili, the wafts of steam only hinting at the spicy-hot flavors swimming among the beans and chunks of beef; creamy, mustard potato salad and baked beans.
Roxanne laughed as they tried each dish. She could almost see smoke coming from Mr. Weasley's ears when he tried a large bite of the chili, and advised him to cool his mouth with corn crisps and guacamole. Bill and Charlie began a game of spicy-food chicken, daring each other to take larger and larger bites of whatever they thought might cause their eyes to water the most. Professor Dumbledore took a particular liking to the spare ribs, and soon had drips of the red-brown sauce on his beard and sleeves.
After dinner, the table filled again with tantalizing American desserts-New York Cheesecake drizzled with bittersweet chocolate syrup; Mississippi Mud Cake; cherry, peach, and apple pies; a variety of creamy American ice creams in an unusual array of flavors; thick brownies with mint-chocolate frosting; and something called Blueberry Buckle. The house elves had outdone themselves, preparing the meal flawlessly despite their protests at Roxanne's urging that they needed to add more jalapenos to the chili. She'd not really missed home much since last summer. But Roxanne could almost picture herself in a Texas bar and grill, downing cold beer and hot chili, or in an Ohio roadside café, stuffing herself with warm apple pie and a large scoop of vanilla ice cream.
But here she was, somewhere in the north of Great Britain, enjoying life more than she ever hoped she could. A sudden sinking feeling struck her though. 'This can't be real,' she thought. 'And if it is, it can't possibly last.'
Remus, sitting beside her noticed her oddly subdued face and took her hand, looking at her with concern.
She smiled for him and squeezed his hand.
"Are you ready?" he asked quietly.
She nodded, and Remus stood, calling for everyone's attention. Sirius elbowed Harry, smiling and nodding. Harry, chewing stickily on a thick brownie, smiled, too.
Remus cleared his throat before speaking. "I hope I can speak for everyone when I say this has been a delightful evening. I hope everyone will stay for the party-I've arranged for some music and dancing later." Roxanne looked at him in surprise, but he ignored her. "First, however, I have an announcement." He cleared his throat again and squeezed Roxanne's hand. "Much to my great pleasure and surprise, Roxanne has accepted my proposal of marriage." He smiled down at her as the others cheered and called their surprised congratulation. Mrs. Weasley dabbed at her teary eyes and Professor Dumbledore beamed, his eyes sparkling.
"Have you set a date?" called Bill above the din.
Roxanne shook her head. "We're open to suggestion," she said playfully.
"Why not tonight?" suggested George. "We've already got a party going- dancing even."
"Oh, no you don't!" scolded Mrs. Weasley. "These things take planning." The ladies at the table agreed. The men laughed.
Sirius stood and raised his glass. "I'd like to propose a toast!" he called above the excited chatter. Everyone fell silent and lifted their goblets, waiting.
"To a very lucky man and his lovely bride-to-be. May they enjoy a long life and loads of children!"
Roxanne choked, a sudden look of panic on her face.
"Roxanne?" Remus said. "Are you OK?"
"CHILDREN!" she shrieked. "I hadn't thought that far ahead!"
The table erupted with a roar of laughter, and after the initial shock wore off, Roxanne joined in.
A second letter arrived at the Burrow with the one for the twins. It was addressed to Mr. And Mrs. Arthur Weasley in the same stylized, slightly messy, but readable script.
(Dear Arthur and Molly,
I've finally come up with a way to say thank you to everyone here who have helped make this new phase of my life slightly less confusing. Please bring your family to Hogwarts on December 31st, 7:00 p.m. for a dinner and New Year's Ever party in your honor.
RSVP
Roxanne Stewart)
Similar letters went to the entire Hogwarts staff-even Mundungus Fletcher- Sirius, Remus, Harry, and Hermione. She decided wisely against inviting Professor Snape. If intercepted, the letter could prove very dangerous, if not deadly, for him. She'd have to thank him another way, another time.
**********
With only two days until Christmas, Remus and Roxanne traveled by Portkey to Diagon Alley. They stopped first at Florian Fortiscue's parlor for the promised hot cocoa and a paper bag bulging with warm roast chestnuts. Afterward, at the robe shop, Remus stood patiently as Madame Malkin tailored a handsome set of charcoal gray robes and a cloak ("For Christmas," Roxanne said firmly) to fit.
Roxanne sent Remus alone into the apothecary with a long list of supplies she needed to properly repair the damage done by Mundungus Fletcher. Lupin's potion would have to be started tonight in order to have it done in time. Meanwhile, Roxanne disappeared through the crowds of last-minute shoppers, appearing twenty minutes later, empty-handed, but with a satisfied smile on her face.
Remus questioned her. She refused to answer, laughing at his child-like curiosity and saying only, "You'll have to wait until New Year's Eve, Mr. Lupin."
**********
Back at Hogwarts late that afternoon, Remus helped her with her purchases, filling empty jars and bottles and setting them in their proper places on the shelves. They then stood side by side, chopping, measuring and brewing Lupin's potion. They would need to be up late getting it started, then check on it periodically over the next several days, adding ingredients on the third and fifth days, stirring morning and night. Remus brought a late dinner down. They ate and talked, exchanging pasts-Remus finally getting up the nerve to ask about the boyfriend who'd taught her the painfully effective self-defense technique she'd used on him.
"He was a police officer, actually," she explained. "It was a very short relationship-only lasted a week. We met when I was arrested for public intoxication in Las Vegas. He put me in the drunk tank that night, let me out in the morning (after my father wired money for the fine) and took me to his place."
Remus seemed to grow very uncomfortable at the direction the story was taking, so Roxanne stopped.
"So," she said, changing the subject, "tell me about your first day at Hogwarts."
Remus smiled gratefully and told of the generosity of Dumbledore, the pride of his parents, meeting Sirius and James Potter on the train, the sorting and the first awkward days. He told of his friends' discovery of his condition ("They thought my being a werewolf was cool-tells you bit about their personalities."), and the adventures they had together. They laughed, talked and worked until the early morning hours. Remus walked Roxanne to her door, where he took her hand.
"Roxanne," he said, looking at her hand resting comfortably in his. Roxanne thought she knew what he was about to ask her-hoping he would. "May I kiss you?"
She laughed lightly-this was not the question she expected.
"Did I say something funny?" he asked, puzzled and a little disappointed.
"No!" She smiled and squeezed his hand. "It's just-well-no one's ever asked me for a kiss."
"Never?"
She frowned. "I've never been involved with the kind of man who would, I guess."
"I see. Like the police officer?"
She nodded, looking away from his troubled gray eyes. But he lifted her chin, and leaned in close until his lips were nearly touching hers. "I'd still like to kiss you, if that's OK," he whispered.
Roxanne nodded, timidly, a smile playing on her lips. They kissed, gently, warmly. She'd never been kissed like that before-with affection and tenderness.
"Goodnight, Roxanne," he whispered.
"Goodnight, Remus." She watched him until he disappeared around a corner, then slipped inside, undressed and climbed into bed. She lay awake for another hour or more, trying feverishly to work out the confusing new feelings that tingled through her mind and body.
**********
It seemed she'd just closed her eyes when a knock at Roxanne's door woke her, but the gray light filtering in through the windows told her she'd been asleep for at least a few hours. She could see snow falling heavily outside as she rose and put on her dressing gown.
It was Sirius. He had large snowflakes still clinging to his black hair. "Is Remus here?" he growled acidly, straining to see into the room.
"No," she said in a low voice, angry at Sirius' implication. "See for yourself." And she flung the door wide and stood, arms crossed, eyes flashing as Sirius scanned the room.
"Do you know where he is? He didn't come in last night."
Roxanne frowned. "He left me-at my door-around two a.m."
Sirius growled.
"Give me a minute. I'll get dressed and help you look," she said.
Sirius waited for her, pacing in the corridor. She dressed quickly, pulling on a heavy sweater and a pair of faded jeans with her wand sticking out of a pocket. They split up, running and calling throughout the castle. Roxanne apologized to Professor McGonagall for waking her-it was still very early on Christmas Eve. Between them they managed to wake nearly everyone. Mundungus Fletcher, though, was a heavy sleeper and did not stir.
A thorough search of the castle yielded nothing. Sirius' mood worsened and he snapped at Roxanne when she came out of the dungeons alone.
"Nothing?" he roared.
She shook her head, quiet with worry. Certainly he would have said something, to one of them, if he were going somewhere.
"Sirius. What's wrong?" It was Harry, still rubbing sleep from his eyes, his hair uncombed-but only slightly more disheveled than usual.
Sirius blinked at him, an odd expression on his face like he'd just been smacked. "The map," he whispered. "Harry, where's the map," he said, taking Harry by the arm and leading him back toward Gryffindor tower, Roxanne jogging to keep up with his long, hurried strides.
"What map?" she asked. "How can a map help?" But Sirius ignored her, and Harry was being shoved forward too quickly to have a chance to answer.
At the portrait of the fat lady, Harry muttered the password-"holly berries." The fat lady hesitated, her eyes widening at the sight of Sirius Black. He was clean-shaven with short, combed hair and clean robes now, but there was no forgetting the fierce hollow darkness in those eyes. She shuddered, but opened the passageway for them, only somewhat reassured by Dumbledore's explanation two years ago, that Sirius was in fact on their side. Under Sirius' stern gaze she dared not remind Roxanne that she was not allowed in Gryffindor Tower, and Roxanne followed Harry and Sirius into the spacious common room and up the stairs to Harry's room.
Harry dug in his trunk and pulled out an old, folded piece of parchment. Sirius snatched it from his hands and spread it on Harry's bed, then pulled his wand from his robes and placed the tip on the paper.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," he muttered quickly, and instantly thin black lines snaked from his wand tip and soon filled the page with a map of Hogwarts-castle and grounds. Sirius scanned it quickly until he found what he was looking for-a tiny black dot with the word "Moony" in a tiny box next to it.
He breathed a sigh and sat on the bed.
"He's in Dumbledore's office," he said to the intent stares of Harry and Roxanne. Harry looked at the map, saw the name Sirius had indicated. "You've been looking for Remus?"
"He didn't come in last night," explained Sirius. "I thought-" he stopped and looked to Roxanne, but she was gone, the door to the room still swinging slightly.
Sirius groaned. "Damn!"
"Sirius?"
"I owe her an apology," he sighed.
**********
At Roxanne's knock, Dumbledore opened the door and let her in, placing his finger to his lips, then pointing to the sofa that sat in the adjoining study. Remus lay sprawled among the cushions, his cloak wrapped tightly around him, a pillow held to his chest, fast asleep.
She sighed and sank heavily into a soft high-backed chair.
"He's been here all night-well since two or so anyway," Dumbledore explained quietly, accurately reading Roxanne's worried gaze. "We talked for awhile, he fell asleep. I didn't have the heart to wake him."
Sirius burst into the office, the door banging loudly as it swung wide. Remus flinched and woke, sitting up suddenly, knocking several pillows to the floor. Roxanne jumped up from her chair and, casting a menacing glare toward Sirius, moved to the sofa and sat down next to Remus who was running his fingers through his unkempt hair.
"Roxanne-" he began.
But Sirius interrupted. "Roxanne, I'm sorry about this morning," he blurted.
Remus, brow furrowed, brain still a bit foggy, looked at his old friend, then Roxanne and back.
"Sorry for what?" he asked, blinking confusedly.
Roxanne looked down at her knees. Sirius looked at the floor.
"I came looking for you this morning," he began quietly. "I went to Roxanne's room first. I thought-"
"I see," said Remus gravely. "I thought you knew me better than that Sirius."
"She's not exactly a lady, Remus," Sirius spat, regretting the words as they tumbled from his mouth.
"And you're not exactly a gentleman, are you," said Remus sternly, taking Roxanne's hand in his. Black hung his head again.
"Forgive me, Remus. When I found you hadn't come in last night I-well, I assumed-"
"You assumed wrong. If you care to know, Roxanne and I were up late preparing my potion. I left her at her door and wandered the castle for, who knows how long. I couldn't sleep. I met Dumbledore in the kitchen-"
"Midnight snack," Dumbledore explained, a twinkle in his eye.
"We came here and talked. I must've fallen asleep sometime after-" Remus paused. "Well, sometime."
The Headmaster looked at the two men. "Now is not the time to be letting such matters come between you, gentlemen. Our strength will lie in our unity. I suggest the two of you run off for breakfast and work very hard to sort this out."
Sirius nodded. Remus stood, bent to kiss Roxanne lightly on the cheek and whispered, "Stay here. I believe the Headmaster wants to speak to you," and strode to Sirius. Black held out his hand, which Remus ignored.
"Perhaps," called Dumbledore, "it would be best if you left your wands here." Sirius gritted his teeth, but removed his wand from his robes and placed it on the desk. Remus only nodded, agreeing with Dumbledore's obvious wisdom and did the same, then followed Sirius out the door.
"A cup of tea? Oh, nearly forgot. Shall I have breakfast brought up, then?" Dumbledore said to Roxanne.
Suddenly very hungry, Roxanne thanked him. He went to the fireplace, threw in a pinch of powder and called into the sudden burst of green flame, "Dobby! Breakfast for two in my study please."
In a few seconds a small feast appeared on the table in the windowed alcove at the far end of the room. Dumbledore reached for Roxanne, who took his hand and stood. He placed her hand gently on his arm and led her to a chair with a stunning view of the forest and lake. They ate and talked, the conversation light, Dumbledore complimenting her on her progress and entertaining her with tales from less troublesome times, asking how her plans for New Year's Eve were coming.
At last breakfast was finished and the dishes cleared.
"You and Remus seem to be quite close," Dumbledore observed, sipping at a steaming cup of tea.
Roxanne nodded, smiling warmly, her cheeks pinking slightly.
"Remus is very fond of you, Miss Stewart. But there are things you must understand."
Roxanne was confused. "I already know he's a werewolf-" she began.
"Yes. And you know enough to not be bothered by that. Certainly there are problems to be considered when one pursues a relationship with a werewolf. However, what I am going to tell you now does not concern that." Dumbledore paused, gathering his thoughts. "Remus is struggling with himself. His desire for you is very strong."
"I would have liked him to stay with me last night," Roxanne whispered.
"And he would have been very tempted to do so," Dumbledore said. "But you must understand the wizard conception of the creative powers. In the muggle world from whence you came, physical love is often flung about with little regard for the power it possesses. The few who still revere and respect it are often ridiculed, correct?"
Roxanne nodded, looking at her hands folded on the table.
"A witch and wizard who save themselves for one another, bonding their minds and bodies in an oath of marriage, possess a combined strength that is greater than the sum of their individual powers. Remus desires you. But his desire to give you this strength is greater."
"But I'm not-I've already-" she stammered.
"Did your father not talk to you of these things? At all?"
"My father didn't talk to me about much of anything," she said bitterly.
Dumbledore nodded gravely. "With all my magic I cannot undo what has been done. Your past will no doubt weaken your bond with Remus, but if you exercise self-control, help him resist, you may find you have more power than you think."
"Would it be best if we-if I left?" she asked.
"Miss Stewart, I hope you don't believe I implied any such thing. You are very much wanted, and needed here." The Headmaster looked at her directly, showing by his stern gaze that he meant what he said. "I simply ask, for Remus' sake-for all our sakes-that you proceed cautiously."
Roxanne nodded. "I don't really know how."
"I'm sure you'll figure it out. Anyone who can outwit Sirius Black will have no trouble with something like this."
She sat silently, drumming her fingers on the table, gazing fixedly out the window. "This bond-this power. It couldn't save Harry's parents."
"No. It could not. But, it helped save Harry," Dumbledore said slowly, watching her keenly over the top of his spectacles.
**********
After leaving Dumbledore's office, Remus led the way, with Sirius striding sullenly a few paces behind, to the staff room. They found Mundungus Fletcher there, completely boring Professor Flitwick with over-glorified exploits of his younger days.
"Excuse me, gentlemen. May I ask a favor?" said Remus politely.
"Certainly, certainly, Mr. Lupin," Fletcher said loudly. "These young wizards are always seeking my advice, you know," he whispered pompously to Flitwick who rolled his eyes.
"I wonder if we might use the staff room."
"Oh, of course," said Fletcher, disappointed. Flitwick gladly cleared the room, rushing out before Fletcher could catch him. Fletcher gathered his things and walked glumly out.
Sirius locked the door behind Fletcher and turned to his friend. "I said I was sorry, Remus. What more do you want?"
"I want you to understand that I am not going to give up Roxanne because you want it," Lupin growled, rounding on him.
"It's not what I expect-"
"It's exactly what you expect. It's always been that way. It's always been your way, damn the consequences!" shouted Lupin pacing in a wide circle around Sirius.
"Now, hold on! You and James didn't have any trouble going along with me."
"Stupidly, no. We went along with whatever Sirius wanted. Lucky for all of us James had a fit of common sense and the nerve to do something about it. But Sirius isn't getting his way. Not this time. And it's eating at you!"
"She's not right for you! She doesn't belong here!" Sirius spat, scowling darkly at Remus.
"We've been through this before. If she doesn't belong here then I certainly don't. And as for being right for me-since when are you the authority on what's right for me. You only really know, or care, what's right for Sirius Black."
"I'm only trying to-"
"I know what you're trying to do!"
Lupin stopped pacing, his shoulders sagged, his head dropped and he rubbed at the back of his neck. "I know what you're trying to do. I understand the kind of burden you must bear," said Lupin quietly, his heart aching for Sirius, for all the innocence and carefree life lost to the malice of Voldemort and the walls of Azkaban prison. "But Sirius, Roxanne is committed to help us, to help you with that burden. She's pledged her life to Harry."
"I can't be certain about her, Remus. A pledge from you-I trust that. I know you. She's a girl with a less than honorable past. And her ancestry- blood runs thicker than water, Remus."
Lupin sat heavily in a chair near the fireplace and stared into the flames.
"Did you know," he began, his voice low, his eyes troubled, "that the dagger they used to cut her belonged to her grandfather?"
Sirius' eyes widened. "Are you certain?"
Lupin nodded slowly. "We found it-in a shop on Knockturn Alley. I, er, persuaded the shopkeeper to tell me who sold it to him. There was still blood on the blade. The bastard hadn't even bothered to clean it. She believes he was there that night-that he took part willingly."
Sirius sat slowly in a chair facing Lupin's.
"There is no blood tie for her, Sirius," Lupin said, looking his friend squarely in the eye. "She's done away with everything that reminds her of her ancestry. And as for her past-we all have a past." He looked at Sirius intently. "I will forever be grateful to you and James for not judging me by mine."
Sirius' brow furrowed deeply and he looked away from Lupin's penetrating gaze.
"What is it about her, Remus?" Sirius asked.
"That makes me love her? I suppose because she reminds me so much of my best friend," Lupin answered.
"Me?" asked Sirius, incredulous.
"In many ways, yes." Remus sat up, his brow furrowing thoughtfully. "Dumbledore is always saying he doesn't believe in chance," Lupin went on. "Have you seen Roxanne's tattoo?"
"Tattoo? I didn't know she had one?" answered Sirius curiously.
"It's on her collarbone. She had it done years ago. It's a lion."
**********
Christmas morning dawned bright, the snowy mountain peaks bathed in the pale pink of early dawn, the clear cold sky lightening from indigo to azure. The new snow sparkled with brilliant diamond-like pinpoints as it rolled seamlessly over the grounds of Hogwarts castle.
Harry woke from a deep, restful sleep and flung the drapes from around his four-poster.
"Sirius!" he called. "Remus! Wake up! It's Christmas!" After four previous Christmases at Hogwarts, Harry had grown more and more delighted by the excitement of the holiday. Nine Christmases with the Dursley's had nearly squelched the kind of child-like joy that is every child's right at Christmas. But through all the misery he'd endured at the hands of his cruel relatives, Harry Potter somehow came out the other end full of courage and all the good graces worthy of a true Gryffindor.
Sirius and Remus had come to an amicable understanding after hours of talking in the staffroom the day before, and then joined Harry in Gryffindor tower after dinner. The three had stayed up late, growing sleepy in front of the warm fire. Then retired to the 5th year bedroom. Sirius was sprawled on Ron's bed, on his stomach, his face buried in the pillows. Remus had slept across the room in Seamus' bed, but he was already up and dressed.
"Sorry," he said. "I tried to be quiet. I need to check on my potion-give it a stir."
"Bring her back here, then," yawned Sirius, winking at Harry. Harry grinned and looked at Lupin who blushed and sputtered, gave up, nodded and dashed out the door. He could hear Harry and Sirius laughing as he skipped lightly down the stairs.
Roxanne did not answer his knock. Thinking she might be in the potions classroom, he went there next. She wasn't there either. Puzzled, he returned to Gryffindor tower, knocking uselessly at her door once more on the way.
Sirius and Harry looked at him, puzzled that he'd come back alone, and with a look of deep disappointment on his face.
"I couldn't find her," he said gloomily. "Harry, could I borrow the map?"
Harry dug the map out once more. This time Lupin activated it, mumbling the words hurriedly.
"That's odd," he said and walked out again.
Sirius and Harry looked at the map to see what was odd. They found the tiny dot labeled 'Roxanne Stewart' at the top of the North Tower.
**********
After a long climb, Remus emerged, breathless, into the cold. The rising sun glared in his eyes as he looked around the high platform. There was no sign of Roxanne. He stood leaning over the turret, scanning the walkways below.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bird swooped down, grazing his hair and screeching loudly at him before speeding into the sky again. One arm up, shielding his eyes from the sun, he scanned above him looking for it. The bird attacked again, this time coming straight at him from the silver circle of the sun, snagging his robes with sharp talons before speeding over the wall and diving towards the ground a dozen stories below.
Remus looked over the wall, but the bird was gone again.
A voice behind him made him jump nearly out of his skin.
"What are you doing here?" Lupin spun around to find Roxanne, standing atop the stone wall, looking down at him with a surprised smile.
"I-I came looking for you. To wish you a Happy Christmas," he stammered. "Where were you?" he said slowly, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"I've been up here for a couple of hours-doing some homework."
"Homework? What kind of-" but he stopped suddenly, the realization dawning on him. "The bird-that was you!"
In answer, she spun on her toes and dove off into the empty air, Remus scrambling to catch her. She fell several stories before making a smooth transformation to the sleek gray and white falcon that had tormented him moments ago.
His heart beat madly. Moments later the bird landed lightly atop the wall again and transformed, smiling smugly, into Roxanne.
Remus grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to the floor. "Don't-do- that-again!" he gasped.
"What?"
"That-that dive-off the wall! I thought you were done for!"
"I'm fine! Did you see me?" she said excitedly bouncing on her toes, her eyes sparkling.
"Yes! I saw you! But how?"
"Professor McGonagall and I have been working on it for nearly a month."
"McGonagall taught you how to become an animagus?" he said, stunned.
"Dumbledore suggested it," she said brightly.
Remus whistled. "And in only a month? It took James and Sirius three years to figure it out."
"Sirius?" she said, eyeing him skeptically.
"Sorry, I assumed you knew."
Roxanne shook her head.
"They did it while we were in school-Peter as well. None of them are registered. We were reckless back then," he said shaking his head. "They could easily have gotten themselves killed." He chuckled softly. "Three years."
"Then, they didn't have Professor McGonagall's help?"
"Lupin laughed. "If she'd known-they'd have been expelled. Wands snapped and everything."
"I love it-flying, I mean," Roxanne said, gazing into the sky, the sun sparkling in her clear blue eyes. "Now I do, anyway. I'm a disaster on a broomstick."
Remus laughed and took her in his arms. "I'm proud of you," he said. "But you need a name."
"A name?" she asked, puzzled.
"Hmm," he said rubbing his chin and looking at her closely, thinking of his first encounter with her animagus form. "Screech, perhaps. Or Hooks," he suggested rubbing his scratched shoulder.
She smirked. "Screech?"
"Hooks then?"
She nodded, smiling.
"Roxanne," Remus said quietly, "may I kiss you again?"
She answered by leaning close, her lips touching his.
The kiss was long and passionate.
"Remus," she said breathlessly, "you don't need to ask again.
**********
New Year's Eve, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black strode through the castle headed for breakfast in the Great Hall, smiling and talking quietly. Sirius left Remus at Roxanne Stewart's door, patting him on the back and shaking his head in mock sadness.
Lupin straightened his robes, smoothed his hair and knocked. He heard her footsteps as she came to the door. His heart tripped lightly at the sound in his anticipation to see her face.
She was dressed and waiting for him, and when she opened the door he swept her into his arms and kissed her tenderly, without asking, then without a word led her downstairs. But instead of turning left into the Great Hall, he led her to the right, down into the dungeons and into the potions classroom. He sat her at a worktable and pulled a second chair close to hers.
"What are we doing here?" she asked, a worried expression on her face. The last time he'd done something like this he'd told her some very interesting things about himself and persuaded her to spend an agonizing day making a difficult potion.
He took her hands in his and looked at his knees. "This is more difficult than I thought it would be," he muttered under his breath.
"What is?" she asked, her stomach lurching.
He looked at her, took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly, then dropped to one knee.
"Remus-" she began, eyes widening.
"I brought you here because this is where I first realized I loved you," he blurted.
"Remus, I-"
"Please let me get this out before I lose my nerve," he said staring sternly at her. She clamped her mouth shut and nodded.
"I can't give you romantic strolls under the full moon. And I know that life with a werewolf can be, well, high maintenance. But I wondered if you would marry me anyway."
She looked away, tears brimming in her eyes.
"Please say yes," he said quietly. "I feel like I'll die if you don't."
"Why me?" she sobbed. "I'm not worthy of you."
He stood and pulled her to her feet, kissing the tears from her cheeks. "It is for me to decide who is worthy of me. I hope you will find me worthy of you. I will have no one else. Say yes, Roxanne."
She sobbed, burying her face in his chest. He held her, pleading silently for her to say the word he wanted to hear.
"I love you, Remus," she said quietly from his shoulder.
"I'll only accept that if it means you agree to marry me." He took her arms and pushed her away, forcing her to look at him.
"It means yes," she said with a slight smile.
Now Remus began to cry as well, pulling her close to him once more. "I love you, Roxanne," he whispered. "More than life."
**********
The Weasley family arrived early with plenty of daylight remaining for the boys to play a game of Quidditch. Roxanne had yet to see the game-though she'd heard about it often from Ron and Harry. Hermione seemed less interested in these conversations, but loved to watch the game. She sat with Roxanne, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Madame Pomfrey, Ginny and Molly in the stands to watch.
Harry and Remus played seeker, and chose up teams. Each ended up with one of the twins as beaters. Ron played keeper for Harry while Sirius played for Remus. The rest of the Weasley men played in the chaser positions-Bill and Arthur for Harry, Charlie and Percy for Remus.
The play was exciting but polite-no cheap shots or outright attacks. Hermione explained to Roxanne that such behavior was the norm when Gryffindor played against Slytherin. Roxanne watched with delight at the speed and daring of the players, wishing she could be up there swooping in, out and around the field. With falcon's eyes and speed she knew she'd be able to spot the snitch and catch it almost before the game began. It would be fun to surprise Remus.
But Professor McGonagall seemed to be reading her mind and shook her head meaningfully at her. Roxanne dropped her chin onto her hand disappointedly. "Why do the boys always get to have the fun?" she muttered.
"I thought you hated flying," said Hermione.
Professor McGonagall shot Roxanne a warning glare.
"I do. They make it look fun," she answered lamely, glancing at Professor McGonagall who nodded her approval.
Ron proved to be an excellent keeper and blocked shot after shot from Charlie and Percy. Bill proved too much for Sirius, though. Soon Harry's team was up 40 points to 10. Short two beaters, they'd decided to play with only one bludger, and Fred, desperate for his team to score, became increasingly aggressive, batting the heavy black ball expertly toward Bill's head or Ron's face.
Remus and Harry soared high above, looking more like they were enjoying the view than taking the game very seriously. In fact, they were good- naturedly jockeying for position, swooping in large circles, straining to see past one another in search of the snitch. For once Harry met his match in keen eyesight and Remus was suddenly speeding off, in pursuit of the snitch.
He'd dropped three hundred feet in a matter of seconds with Harry closing in fast on his Firebolt. Roxanne gripped the railing in front of her and stared breathlessly as the two dove toward the ground. But the snitch had zipped off and was zigzagging wildly over the field. Harry and Remus did their best to keep track of it, but lost it when it soared up into the sun.
Meanwhile, Fred had managed to hit Ron squarely in the chest with a bludger and Charlie and Percy were merrily passing the quaffle back and forth, scoring 6 goals before George and Arthur managed to stop them. Arthur took over as keeper as Madame Pomfrey hurried to the pitch to patch up Ron. He lay gasping in the snow at the base of the center hoop. Molly, Ginny and Hermione hurried after her. Hermione ran to Ron and cradled his head in her lap, cooing softly to him. Roxanne was alone in the box with Professor McGonagall and the Headmaster.
The sun had touched the lip of the horizon and the sky began to melt into indigos and pinks. Professor Dumbledore leaned over and whispered something in Professor McGonagall's ear. She smiled warmly, nodding, her eyes twinkling as she looked at Roxanne. Dumbledore turned to her. "It will be dark soon, Miss Stewart. Don't you think we should end this game." He winked at her merrily and nodded toward the sky. She looked at him, not understanding for a few seconds, then smiled broadly and sprinted for the exit.
Seconds later a sleek bird sped over Dumbledore's head, dove toward the pitch and pulled up in a smooth arch until it was soaring a thousand feet above the game. Harry had spotted it and pointed it out to Remus. Remus smiled and looked at Harry. "If you're going to win this game, you'd better find that snitch quickly," he said mysteriously.
But even as he spoke the falcon was pulling its wings close to its body and plummeting from the sky, faster and faster until it was a blur against the pink.
Harry spotted the snitch a second before the bird snatched it from the air and twisted upward again, flapping smoothly, climbing again straight toward he and Remus. It landed on Remus' shoulder and waited for him to take the snitch carefully from its sharp talons before diving again and disappearing behind the stands. Remus held the snitch for the dumbfounded Harry to see and laughed.
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A larger round table had been placed in the Great Hall to accommodate the extra guests. Everyone sat and waited for Dumbledore to speak, but it was not the Headmaster who arose to announce dinner. It was Roxanne.
"Thank you all for coming. I've been wracking my brain since-well, since Halloween-for some way I could show you all my appreciation. For your hospitality, your friendship, your patience, your healing. You've made this place, this life, feel like home-and I haven't felt at home anywhere in a very long time." She clapped her hands once and a golden goblet appeared before each guest. Roxanne lifted hers. "To my new family," she said, toasting the gathering.
"To family!" they called back, taking generous sips of the spicy-sweet white liquid in their glasses.
"Mm. What is it?" said Bill loudly.
"It's called Horchata. It's from Mexico. Which brings me to dinner tonight. I've eaten so much of your lovely English food, I thought you might like a sampling of American fare tonight." She clapped her hands twice and the table filled with platters full of an odd assortment of foods. Large round trays held bowls of multi-colored corn crisps surrounded by smaller bowls of a rainbow-variety of salsas, guacamole and bean dip. There were tacos stuffed with grilled, chopped steak and tomatillos; heaping trays of New York style hot dogs piled with mustard, onions and mayonnaise; huge tureens of New England Clam Chowder and Shrimp Gumbo; Southern-style barbecued spare ribs dripping with onions, lemons and rich spicy sauce; large black pots of Texas chili, the wafts of steam only hinting at the spicy-hot flavors swimming among the beans and chunks of beef; creamy, mustard potato salad and baked beans.
Roxanne laughed as they tried each dish. She could almost see smoke coming from Mr. Weasley's ears when he tried a large bite of the chili, and advised him to cool his mouth with corn crisps and guacamole. Bill and Charlie began a game of spicy-food chicken, daring each other to take larger and larger bites of whatever they thought might cause their eyes to water the most. Professor Dumbledore took a particular liking to the spare ribs, and soon had drips of the red-brown sauce on his beard and sleeves.
After dinner, the table filled again with tantalizing American desserts-New York Cheesecake drizzled with bittersweet chocolate syrup; Mississippi Mud Cake; cherry, peach, and apple pies; a variety of creamy American ice creams in an unusual array of flavors; thick brownies with mint-chocolate frosting; and something called Blueberry Buckle. The house elves had outdone themselves, preparing the meal flawlessly despite their protests at Roxanne's urging that they needed to add more jalapenos to the chili. She'd not really missed home much since last summer. But Roxanne could almost picture herself in a Texas bar and grill, downing cold beer and hot chili, or in an Ohio roadside café, stuffing herself with warm apple pie and a large scoop of vanilla ice cream.
But here she was, somewhere in the north of Great Britain, enjoying life more than she ever hoped she could. A sudden sinking feeling struck her though. 'This can't be real,' she thought. 'And if it is, it can't possibly last.'
Remus, sitting beside her noticed her oddly subdued face and took her hand, looking at her with concern.
She smiled for him and squeezed his hand.
"Are you ready?" he asked quietly.
She nodded, and Remus stood, calling for everyone's attention. Sirius elbowed Harry, smiling and nodding. Harry, chewing stickily on a thick brownie, smiled, too.
Remus cleared his throat before speaking. "I hope I can speak for everyone when I say this has been a delightful evening. I hope everyone will stay for the party-I've arranged for some music and dancing later." Roxanne looked at him in surprise, but he ignored her. "First, however, I have an announcement." He cleared his throat again and squeezed Roxanne's hand. "Much to my great pleasure and surprise, Roxanne has accepted my proposal of marriage." He smiled down at her as the others cheered and called their surprised congratulation. Mrs. Weasley dabbed at her teary eyes and Professor Dumbledore beamed, his eyes sparkling.
"Have you set a date?" called Bill above the din.
Roxanne shook her head. "We're open to suggestion," she said playfully.
"Why not tonight?" suggested George. "We've already got a party going- dancing even."
"Oh, no you don't!" scolded Mrs. Weasley. "These things take planning." The ladies at the table agreed. The men laughed.
Sirius stood and raised his glass. "I'd like to propose a toast!" he called above the excited chatter. Everyone fell silent and lifted their goblets, waiting.
"To a very lucky man and his lovely bride-to-be. May they enjoy a long life and loads of children!"
Roxanne choked, a sudden look of panic on her face.
"Roxanne?" Remus said. "Are you OK?"
"CHILDREN!" she shrieked. "I hadn't thought that far ahead!"
The table erupted with a roar of laughter, and after the initial shock wore off, Roxanne joined in.
