Author's note: Okay, there will only be one more chapter after this that revolves around Sirius' death...I promise.... It then goes into the new friendship of Remus and Snape and a few...*cough* *cough* other issues....

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A week passed. Remus mostly stayed in his home, though on Wednesday he had gone to the Order meeting. Various things had been discussed...: How Voldemort had not gotten the prophecy, and how Sirius had died. New reports came from certain witches and wizards who had been assigned tasks, the identities of a few other Death Eaters had been discovered, and information on a planned attack on a muggle village was also given. It was an extremely long meeting, and Remus was not feeling up to it. His mind was on other things.

Like his dream.

He hadn't told Dumbledore about it. He hadn't told anyone about it. It was all he thought about. Even when he tried to busy himself with other things, he would soon find his mind wandering to it. In his dream, Sirius had said something with his last breath. The reason he hadn't told Dumbledore (though a large part of him urged him to) was because he felt that Dumbledore would not understand. Remus almost felt as if what Sirius had said was only for Remus to know.

It was Thursday afternoon. Remus found himself at the front door of Number 12, Grimmauld Place. He didn't know why he was there...company, perhaps? He tapped the front door with his wand, and after many clicks of locks the door swung open, illuminating the hall inside with sunlight. Remus walked inside, closing the door behind him. He walked a bit till he reached the kitchen. He peeked inside. No one was there, not even Molly Weasley.

Odd, he thought to himself.

He went to the third floor to Buckbeak's room, but the hippogriff was gone.

Probably at Hagrid's hut, he thought.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" His voice echoed throughout the house, reverberating off of old statues, windows, and furniture, and creating an eerie silence afterwards.

"Shut up, you ruddy fool, and get out of my house," Mrs. Black's portrait said in a depressed manner. Even Mrs. Black hadn't screamed at anybody since Sirius had died, and that was truly strange.

Remus walked down the stairs to the first floor. He stood in front of the portrait, gazing at Mrs. Black's sunken in face. She was sitting, arms crossed, staring somewhere off in the distance.

"Mrs. Black...it's Remus. Remember me?"

"Of course I remember you. You were my son's idiot friend. You won't find anyone here. They've all left. I don't know where to, so don't go asking me any more questions. Leave me alone."

Puzzled, Remus left the house. Where could they be? They would have told him about any changed plans such as a new meeting place. Almost as if answering his thought, an owl swooped down from the sky and dropped a letter at Remus' feet. He bent over, picked it up, and read the outside of the folded parchment. His name was on the outside. That was it. He unfolded the letter and read.

Remus,

Dinner will be at our house tonight. Please join us...I'd be delighted. You shouldn't stay home every night.

With love,

Molly Weasley

The letter had been short, but Remus was glad to have it. Friends with dinner did sound like a great idea.... He looked back at Sirius' house, not regretting leaving it. What was the harm in eating with other people? They weren't going to interrogate him about his feelings. Besides, he couldn't live with his cooking for much longer.

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Yes, yes...I know. Short chapter...::shrugs:: oh well.