All HP characters are the brain child of J.K Rowling who is an extraordinary writer and who thankfully does not take offense to those of us who like to mess with her world.

Warning: This will become eventual slash so if you gots a problem with that then read ne further!

Hmmmm, realized I'd been spelling Dumbledores name wrong this whole time, whoops! Ah well, fixed now.

Mundungus Fletcher was not a morning person. Night had always been his realm and the shadows his friends and allies. So the bright cheery morning that greeted him that day did nothing to improve his already fowl disposition at having to be up that early, it could at least have the decency to be overcast. It was a lovely spot though. The wooden lodge was tucked neatly into a grove of trees in an idealic little spot by a stream. The steady trickle of water would have been soothing if the whole idea of the place didn't give Dung the creeps. Oh it wasn't that it was the kind of perfect that lent itself to the feeling of foreboding, just the opposite. Like the man who lived inside, it made you feel welcome and at ease. For someone like Dung who had grown up in the greasy streets of London it seemed all too nice for him. He was at ease in the filth and grime of the underworld not this small welcoming forest. Nevertheless he trudged forward but was brought to an abrupt halt by the creature that had caused him to travel to this place. Dung grumbled in annoyance, this thing had already cost him more then enough trouble and it was not getting into his good graces by annoying him further. Unfortunately he could hardly show his frustration as Hippogriffs were highly volatile creatures. The Hippogriff in question gave a shrill cry and began to sniff the air.

"Oh great buggering hell what now!"

Mundungus thought, knowing better then to voice the opinion out loud

The Hippogriff looked around warily so Dung tugged on the rope attached to his wrist, pulling the beast along with him. He was tired, angry and had quite a number stolen pocket watches in his charmed overcoat that were starting to weigh him down. He just wanted to get this over and done with so that he could get back to where he belonged. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered with all this trying to make the world a safer place crap but he was always brought back a certain night nineteen years ago that put him in the debt of Albus Dumbledore for life. Not that he minded, Dumbledore had causes that were worth sticking his neck out for, plus he usually managed to make a galleon or two in the process.

They were nearing the lodge now and Mundungus caught a flash of movement in the front window box. Seconds after Remus Lupin stepped through the front door eyeing him curiously.

"How did you get through the wards?"

He asked

"A little birdie told me"

Mundungus replied

"I don't suppose this birdie had a long white beard and an ever present twinkle in his eye did he"

"Would've made a peculiar lookin' bird wouldn' it"

Mundungus said smugly

"Yes but you'll date just about anything"

Remus said with a smirk

Dung grunted, trust Remus' twisted sense of humor to be in full swing so early

"Sod off, 's to early"

"Mundungus, it's 11.00 O'clock in the morning"

" 'xactly"

Remus sighed and shook his head.

The hippogriff was now pawing the ground nervously. Remus strode down the steps and unblinkingly face the nervous creature. He then bowed low and waited patiently for a response. The Hippogriff bent one scaly knee and hesitantly bowed.

"Dosen' seem to keen on ya Lupin"

Dung noted out loud

"He's just a little confused, but I think he's got it now."

Remus replied petting the Hippogriff's feathery neck. Indeed the great beast seemed to have relaxed and was lazily closing its' eyes under Lupin's administrations.

Dung didn't know what Lupin was on about and wasn't really interested in knowing either.

"What are you doing here Dung?"

"Makin' a delivery o' course."

"Yes but why?"

"Let's go inside, I don' like repeatin' meself"

"Just a moment then."

Remus tethered the creature round the side of the house then led Mundungus through the front door.

Lupin's home was nice in a homey sort of way. The radio and its attachment would probably be worth a bit and the chess set in the corner looked like an old and valuable one. It wasn't the sort of abode he had envisioned Lupin staying in, but then he really didn't know the man very well. Noticing movement from the corner of his eye Mundungus turned and was greeted with the unusual sight of a young girl sitting cross-legged in the window box he had seen movement from earlier. Huh, he obviously didn't know Lupin very well because if that girl wasn't his daughter then he was an honest man. She was the spiting image of the man standing next to him except for the noticeable difference of gender.

"Ah, Cali. This is Mundungus Fletcher. Mundungus, this is my daughter Calisto."

The girl walked towards him eyeing his bulging coat.

"Hi"

She chirped holding out her hand.

Dung took the proffered hand and noticed with interest that this girl appeared to be about fifteen years old. He didn't recall Lupin having a kid the last time the Order was around but then Dung had never really been interested in the personal lives of others. It didn't concern him directly so he brushed off the observation and released the girls' hand. He didn't, however, miss how she rubbed her hand on the back of her jeans after she had let go. Mundungus had never cared much for his appearance as he spent the majority of his time in places where cleanliness just wasn't an option. Standing in the Lupins neat living room though made him acutely aware of his hygiene and he shifted a little self-consciously.

"Sirius about?"

He asked as Lupin finally tore his disappointed gaze away from his daughter

"I think he's still sleeping. Cali?"

The girl nodded and practically fled the room in search of the ex-con.

"Tea?"

Lupins soft baritone inquired

"Got anythin' stronga?"

Mundungus asked, knowing he had exhausted his supply in the journey to Lupin lodge.

Remus looked like he was about either remind Mundungus of the time or scold him for his drinking habits but promptly shut his mouth and sighed in resignation.

"I have some fire-whiskey here somewhere if that is to your taste."

He said

To his tastes? It would be bloody heaven next to the equivalent to muggle paint stripper he'd been on lately. Business was not so hot of late but he had heard a rumor about cauldrons that was looking promising.

Ten minutes later with a healthy dose of fire-whiskey running through his veins Mundungus was feeling a darn sight better then he had in the past week. To make himself utterly content he pulled out his pipe and was about to light it when he realized he was on the receiving end of a very irritated look.

"If you wish to smoke that thing can you kindly do so outside and not in my kitchen"

Remus reprimanded

Mundungus grunted in annoyance but seeming as he'd already been placated with alcohol he wasn't too put out. Remus was still looking at his pipe with a furrowed brow when the kitchen door swung open. Mundungus had never seen someone's facial expression go to such opposites so quickly. Lupin went from stern disapproval to gentle concern so fast it nearly made Mundungus laugh. Sirius had just walked in and he looked like he'd slept under a rock.

"Didn't sleep well"

Sirius grunted before Lupin had time to open his mouth.

Lupin nodded and turned around, busying himself with the kettle.

"You look like you could use a stiff drink, not a cup 'a tea."

A ghost of a smile played on Sirius' lips

"Nah, hot chocolate cures all right Moony"

Sirius' hoarse voice declared

"That it does Padfoot"

Mundungus took this time to study his old poker buddy. The only time he had seen Sirius for the past decade was on the front of the Daily Prophet. He'd changed a great deal since the last time he'd seen him in the flesh. Gone was the handsome man who could win over the hardest of hearts with a flash of his charming smile. Gaunt was the word for it. 'Course regular meals would solve that but Mundungus new that he would never lose that slightly sickly appearance or those shadows under his eyes. His hair was just long enough to tie back but a few errant strands fell forward onto his face, which Mundungus could only see the profile of because it was turned in the direction of Remus Lupin.

"Oh no, not again"

Mundungus thought.

Sirius Black had been chasing after Remus Lupin for as long as he had known him. Well not chasing as apart from the few sexual innuendoes he threw at Lupin (but then he threw them at most people) he didn't do anything to let Remus know his intentions. It was more like lusting after.

Mundungus had known Sirius since he had run away from home and was trying to find his way on the streets of London. Dung had given Sirius the best piece of advice he had ever given anyone, never play poker with Goblins and to get off the streets, stop being so proud and ask his friends for help. They had kept in touch and Mundungus had learnt a bit about the boy. Mostly though, he had learnt of the pranks his friends and he had pulled. That James Potter had finally deflated his head enough for Lily Evens to notice him in a positive light. Peter Pettigrew still slept with a teddy named Mr. Grover. Severus (Snivellus) Snape was a greasy git and that Remus Lupin was the most wonderful person alive. Dung thought it hilarious that Sirius had no idea of how obvious he was to Dung when Sirius was clueless to his own feelings. It wasn't until the group had some kind of fight over something that Sirius had done that Sirius had realized to some extent his feeling for the werewolf. Then it wasn't until four years later that Sirius had drunkenly declared that he loved Remus when the two of them had been playing poker until the wee hours but Dung knew that it started when Sirius almost lost the friendship he held so dear. The werewolf for his part seemed completely oblivious which seemed odd to Dung as Lupin appeared to be a fairly observant person. Dung was not going to get in the middle though. Love was not some he understood nor had any desire to understand. The two of them would just have to work it out for themselves. Maybe he could start up that bet with Bella again.

"How you been Dung?"

Sirius' voice broke though his musings on how long he should give the two of them.

"Not 'n prison"

Dung replied with a shrug

A short bark of laughter punctuated his remark and Mundungus was glad he hadn't upset the man. He didn't like what he saw in Sirius' eyes and was hoping that the old Sirius was still there under all that pain. Clearly he was.

"And we thought you'd be the most likely to end up behind bars."

"Nah, I'm to cunnin' for that mate."

A tight humorless smile crossed Sirius' thin face but Dung was spared the inevitable uncomfortable silence by Lupin placing a mug in front of Sirius.

"Ta Moony"

The two locked gazes for longer then was necessary and Dung refrained from rolling his eyes. If they kept that up he was gonna retch.

Curling his hands around the warm mug Sirius tore his gaze away from Remus and back to Dung.

"So what brings you here? Not for a game I hope 'cause you'll get Rem's knickers in a twist. He doesn't think I should gamble"

"No, I said I'd rather you not encourage my daughter to gamble. You may do as you please."

Lupin commented lightly

"Not in your house though right?"

"I wouldn't kick you out Padfoot. You can use the shed."

Remus said with a smirk

This time Mundungus did roll his eyes. Like an old married couple they were.

"So kind of you Moony. Is this the shed you destroy every month?"

"Well I can't have you sully up my good shed. My gardening tools are in there."

"If you ladies are finished?"

Mundungus interrupted before they really got going.

With the slightest hint of colour in his cheeks Sirius turned to Mundungus and took a sip of his coco.

"Sorry Dung. So why are you here?"

Mundungus was now free to tell them of the horrors of traveling with a wanted Hippogriff for two days. Apparently Whitfields' wife had found out that her husband was housing an illegal Hippogriff and ordered him to get rid of it before the inspection committee came a calling. He contacted Dumbledore who got hold of Mundungus asking him to escort the animal to Lupins', barley a day after Remus had reset the wards at the farm. So for two days he made his way from Whitfield farm to Lupin Lodge dragging the reluctant beast who had become somewhat of a stud on the farm and did not want to leave.

"Why didn't you just fly him here?"

Sirius asked

Mundungus mumbled his answer hoping that Sirius would leave well alone. But being Sirius he couldn't.

"Sorry what was that Dung, didn't quite catch that."

Even though he was studying the tabletop Dung could practically see the smirk that would have adorned the heir to the Black Family fortune's face.

"I don't like heights"

Dung said though gritted teeth

Sirius' chuckles bounced around the room and even Lupin was having trouble keeping a straight face.

"Oh stuff it you bloody hyena."

Mundungus grumbled

"Now I know why you never watched any Quiddich matches, you never even betted on them. I always thought that was odd."

Sirius said still smirking

"Bleeding unnatural, flying around in the air like that."

"I'll pretend you didn't just insult the greatest sport in the world"

"Yeah well, lets pretend I never said anything 'bout flying and I'll keep me mouth shut 'bout you own embarrassing moment."

Sirius' eyes narrowed as he tried to guess at what Mundungus was hinting. Mundungus started humming a certain song, hoping that Sirius hadn't forgotten that particular event, especially as Dung had reminded him of it so often afterwards. Sirius' eyes flew open and Mundungus smiled and stopped humming. It was the night of Sirius' confession, not only had he told Mundungus his not so secret but he had also sung about it. In front of an entire pub. Only Dung had known to whom he referred but the rest of the pub certainly knew that Sirius was in love. The only consolation being that it was a Muggle pub and only Mundungus was able to rib him about it.

"Fine"

Sirius conceded

Remus raised an eyebrow but wisely decided not to ask.

"Right well. Now that's cleared up I got a message from Dumbledore too. Says that he's gunna call the first meetin' within the next week, soon as he's got a place for it."

Sirius and Remus nodded in their understanding and short contemplative silence followed.

Mundungus downed the rest of his third glass of fire-whiskey and stood up.

"Been lovely catchin' up and all but I'd best be off."

"You're welcome to stay the night Mundungus"

Lupin invited

"Got some business to attend to. Mind if I borrow your floo?"

Dung told him, once again feeling the weight of the watches.

"Certainly. It's been good to see you again Dung"

Lupin said shaking his hand

"Like-wise"

Remus stayed to clean up the glasses while Sirius followed Mundungus into the living room.

Lighting a fire in the heath Dung turned back and clapped Sirius on the shoulder.

"Take care and remember what I told ya"

"Never play poker with Goblins"

They said in unison

Dung grabbed a hand full of floo powered and tossed it into the fire but before stepping in he turned casually and said

"And this time don't sing about it, just tell him for Christ sake."

And with that he disappeared into the flames.

AN: Ah, done and done, hmm a bit longer then most. Anyway, I hope your liked my portrayal of Mundungus, he may seem a little OOC but in the book you really don't see much of him but I thought he'd make an interesting point of view. I know he's not in the photo Moody shows Harry but I figure he might not have been an official member or he might have been out or something when the photo was taken, or he could have joined later. I don't know, I don't think I'm entirely grasping at straws here. Anywho thank-you to Mencamiel for the review and here's to me finding out where the next chapter is coming from. Any ideas?

Cheers

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