Spoiler Notes: This is after book five so expect spoilers from it, including frequent mention of who dies.
Summary: Harry's Sixth year is just around the corner and he eagerly awaits the day when he's able to go back into the wizard world with his friends only when he does he meets a new member of the order who has a stronger connection to Lupin then their condition.
Rating Reasons: PG13 because I'm likely to swear, or make one of the character's swear, but mostly just to be safe.
Relationship notes: I'm going to try and refrain from making any obvious relationships in this so you can make up your own pairings on your own. Have fun. ^^;;;
Disclaimer: The most important part. I do not own any of the characters/settings written in the fic and I do not profit from it in anyway. The joy of writing is my payment. ^^
Author's Notes: I'm trying to be as original with this fic as humanly possible whilst getting my idea's across, so bear with me.
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Every Month or So...
Prologue: S.R. Grim
It was a peaceful and unusually windy day and Remus Lupin decided to spend his day off from the Order at a small coffee shop, drinking hot cocoa and reading the Daily Prophet. Piano music drifted out from the muffled chattering of the occupants and the smell of fresh pastries and coffee spun around the air. Everything had a comfortably warm tinge to it and the room's atmosphere felt like a thick blanket in the winter.
"Oh sorry, but are you... yes you are!" a young man with blonde hair and green eye's stared down at Lupin, his crooked grin stretched across his face. "It's Sam, from the St. Mungo's? You came to talk to me on Christmas, and I had to thank you."
Lupin raised a brow. He did recognize the man of course; only he was a lot healthier now, lucky lucky dog. "Why thank you." he said bowing his head respectively. "The same for you as well, it's not often I run across another werewolf and have a nice chat." Lupin sipped at his cocoa again and smiled. "You can sit there if you like." he said gesturing towards the seat across from him. "No one's going to touch that seat with me around."
"Thank you." Sam said sitting down. "You left quite an impression on me that day, Mr. Lupin. I think it's helped a lot." Lupin smiled; glad he could help someone else. "Oh, waiter!" Sam called, raising his hand. A rather stiff looking woman slid over next to him holding a notepad and a pen. "May I have a butterbeer and a scone?" The woman nodded and wrote it down, then disappeared. Lupin felt slightly ridiculous indulging his slight obsession with chocolate with his hot cocoa off the child's menu.
Sam had turned back to Lupin and was ready to fire up conversation again. "I heard about you at work the other day. Janitorial work, cleaning up the ministry after the incident with you-know-who." Sam paused, looking around as if to make sure Voldemort wasn't breathing down his neck. "Just mentioned your name, but it's worth something isn't it?"
Lupin nodded vaguely with a dim smile. "Just as long as the words 'should be in Azkaban' follow it, it's alright I suppose." Sam laughed nervously, the thought of Azkaban obviously chilling him. "So... What do you think about this Voldemort business?" the man jumped and then leaned forward, looking around.
"You said his name." he whispered after a thorough inspection of the shop.
"Why shouldn't I? He has a decent name, even if he is a terrible wizard." Lupin sipped at his hot cocoa again. Nope, still scalding hot.
Sam seemed to relax a bit, or at least he sat back in his chair upright again. "You must be very brave to say his nameā¦" he said in slight awe.
Lupin laughed. "No, quite the contrary, I'm just saying a name, like saying Sam. Imagine if every time someone said your name everyone hushed for a second, or flinched at the sound. Not a pleasant thought, but I suppose Voldemort enjoys that sort of thing..." Sam suppressed a laugh. "Anyhow, back to the main idea, what do you think about the recent happenings of Vol-You-know-who?"
Sam paused for a moment to think, giving Lupin time to try at his hot cocoa again. "I suppose I'm afraid. I couldn't believe that Fudge would suppress that information; it's a bit ridiculous if you ask me. Before the truth came to light there were rumors that Dumbledore had gathered a group of wizards to help him dig up information on you-know-who. I thought it was...well, I thought it couldn't be true, but now I'd certainly dive at a chance to help, since I can't do much else..." Sam shrugged and looked down at the table as the stiff waitress put down a mug loaded with butterbeer.
A sly smile curled across Lupin's face as he looked up from his coffee mug at Sam. "Would you really?"
End Notes: Okay, I've edited this and fixed up a couple of mistakes. Still might change it again. [shrug]
Summary: Harry's Sixth year is just around the corner and he eagerly awaits the day when he's able to go back into the wizard world with his friends only when he does he meets a new member of the order who has a stronger connection to Lupin then their condition.
Rating Reasons: PG13 because I'm likely to swear, or make one of the character's swear, but mostly just to be safe.
Relationship notes: I'm going to try and refrain from making any obvious relationships in this so you can make up your own pairings on your own. Have fun. ^^;;;
Disclaimer: The most important part. I do not own any of the characters/settings written in the fic and I do not profit from it in anyway. The joy of writing is my payment. ^^
Author's Notes: I'm trying to be as original with this fic as humanly possible whilst getting my idea's across, so bear with me.
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Every Month or So...
Prologue: S.R. Grim
It was a peaceful and unusually windy day and Remus Lupin decided to spend his day off from the Order at a small coffee shop, drinking hot cocoa and reading the Daily Prophet. Piano music drifted out from the muffled chattering of the occupants and the smell of fresh pastries and coffee spun around the air. Everything had a comfortably warm tinge to it and the room's atmosphere felt like a thick blanket in the winter.
"Oh sorry, but are you... yes you are!" a young man with blonde hair and green eye's stared down at Lupin, his crooked grin stretched across his face. "It's Sam, from the St. Mungo's? You came to talk to me on Christmas, and I had to thank you."
Lupin raised a brow. He did recognize the man of course; only he was a lot healthier now, lucky lucky dog. "Why thank you." he said bowing his head respectively. "The same for you as well, it's not often I run across another werewolf and have a nice chat." Lupin sipped at his cocoa again and smiled. "You can sit there if you like." he said gesturing towards the seat across from him. "No one's going to touch that seat with me around."
"Thank you." Sam said sitting down. "You left quite an impression on me that day, Mr. Lupin. I think it's helped a lot." Lupin smiled; glad he could help someone else. "Oh, waiter!" Sam called, raising his hand. A rather stiff looking woman slid over next to him holding a notepad and a pen. "May I have a butterbeer and a scone?" The woman nodded and wrote it down, then disappeared. Lupin felt slightly ridiculous indulging his slight obsession with chocolate with his hot cocoa off the child's menu.
Sam had turned back to Lupin and was ready to fire up conversation again. "I heard about you at work the other day. Janitorial work, cleaning up the ministry after the incident with you-know-who." Sam paused, looking around as if to make sure Voldemort wasn't breathing down his neck. "Just mentioned your name, but it's worth something isn't it?"
Lupin nodded vaguely with a dim smile. "Just as long as the words 'should be in Azkaban' follow it, it's alright I suppose." Sam laughed nervously, the thought of Azkaban obviously chilling him. "So... What do you think about this Voldemort business?" the man jumped and then leaned forward, looking around.
"You said his name." he whispered after a thorough inspection of the shop.
"Why shouldn't I? He has a decent name, even if he is a terrible wizard." Lupin sipped at his hot cocoa again. Nope, still scalding hot.
Sam seemed to relax a bit, or at least he sat back in his chair upright again. "You must be very brave to say his nameā¦" he said in slight awe.
Lupin laughed. "No, quite the contrary, I'm just saying a name, like saying Sam. Imagine if every time someone said your name everyone hushed for a second, or flinched at the sound. Not a pleasant thought, but I suppose Voldemort enjoys that sort of thing..." Sam suppressed a laugh. "Anyhow, back to the main idea, what do you think about the recent happenings of Vol-You-know-who?"
Sam paused for a moment to think, giving Lupin time to try at his hot cocoa again. "I suppose I'm afraid. I couldn't believe that Fudge would suppress that information; it's a bit ridiculous if you ask me. Before the truth came to light there were rumors that Dumbledore had gathered a group of wizards to help him dig up information on you-know-who. I thought it was...well, I thought it couldn't be true, but now I'd certainly dive at a chance to help, since I can't do much else..." Sam shrugged and looked down at the table as the stiff waitress put down a mug loaded with butterbeer.
A sly smile curled across Lupin's face as he looked up from his coffee mug at Sam. "Would you really?"
End Notes: Okay, I've edited this and fixed up a couple of mistakes. Still might change it again. [shrug]
