Secret's out!

Teresa awoke to the mid-morning sun shining brightly in her bedroom. After their cup of tea the night before, they had said good-night and went up to their rooms, Teresa changing into her only set of Muggle clothing. Of course now she laid on top her bed with out them, clothes never stayed on long after you transformed. With a yawn she stretch her arms and got dressed.

The night before had been glorious- well, as glorious as changing into a monster could ever be. The transformation still hurt, of course, but not nearly as much with out the Wolfsbane. She was perfectly capable of jumping up onto the bed and curling up into a nice ball, instead of clawing and biting herself, and she did just that. She'd have to ask Professor Lupin who provided him with it.

When she was dressed she practically ran downstairs (quietly, as to not wake Petronela) and practically hopped into the kitchen.

'Good morning!' she greeted Professor Lupin, 'lovely day, isn't it?' she asked, and laughed, getting herself some tea.

'I take it you had a good night, Miss Doony?'

'Terry, please, and yes! I haven't slept like that for years. Beautiful, bloody moon thought it would get the best of me, but I'll beat it yet!' she proclaimed, and took a gulp of tea. 'Writing someone?' she asked, noticing that he was bent over a piece of parchment.

'Yes, the Weasley's as a matter of fact,' he said, and her happiness suddenly left her. Why was he writing them? 'Why?'

'I'm checking if they've any news to help the Order. And to tell them why you really wanted to come,' he didn't look up from writing as he said this, and her voice became sharp.

'You can't,' she said simply, and he looked up at her.

'Why not?'

'I th-'

'They have a right to know who exactly they took in-'

'I DON'T WANT THEM TO KNOW!' Terry bellowed, slamming the table and knocking Lupin's inkwell over. The contents seeped quickly to the piece of parchment, and Lupin took it away. Mrs. Black had also come back alive.

'You're being hypocritical about this,' Lupin said calmly, and with a wave of his wand the ink disappeared. 'You said so yourself it's nothing one can help, it's beyond their control.' Terry had nothing to say to this, he was correct. 'I must admit I should have left it to you, but you didn't act as if you were going to let them know. I say let them judge you on your personality, not your condition.' Terry sat down and put her head in her hands. The calm on his prematurely wrinkled and tired face was effective; much more so than her yelling.

'I hate this… this shit…' she muttered into her hands.

'You can write it if you want,' he said, but she shook her head.

'No… you're doing a fine job. I have to go to work, I'll see you tonight,' she said, and before she left she forced the curtains closed on Petronela's portrait. She was just about to apparate when Lupin caught her attention at the bottom of the stairs.

'I've also told them the whole story, I can scratch it out if you'd prefer that.'

'No, go right ahead, they'd ask me anyway.' She said, and sighed, 'good day,' and with that she popped out of sight.

Charlie was the last one eating at the table. His mother had given him his breakfast and had gone about the house to do other things. The twins had gone to work, and Ron had actually decided to do summer homework. Charlie's worry for Bill had swelled since he saw the thirty-four-year-old's hand, and he was merely picking at his food. He sat there, consumed in his own thoughts, until something landed in front of him.

A tawny owl had just dropped an envelope next to his plate, and he looked at the address. It was from Lupin. With a nip from the owl he gave him a bit of his food, and the owl flew away. It was addressed to the "Weasley Family," so he opened it himself. His eyes scanned the page, and when he fell upon the news about Teresa he read it carefully once- twice- it didn't change. He stood up from the table, knocking over his chair, and ran to the common room.

'MUM!' he cried.

'What?' Mrs. Weasley asked, appearing from behind the sofa. She looked around as if expecting someone injured, but instead gave an 'oh!' of surprise when he shoved the parchment into her face.

'You have to read this,' he said, and gave it to her. She read it herself, and sat down.

'Oh my…' she said, and gave it back to Charlie.

'That's what felt wrong about her,' Charlie said, waving it madly.

'Now, Charles, you know that doesn't mean anything. They're only dangerous during the full moon.'

'Which was last night-'

'And I'm sure Remus took care of the situation. No wonder she wanted to leave in such a hurry, she didn't want to hurt any of us. It's a horrid thing, though Remus said here he let her have some Wolfsbane- he's such a kind man.'

'But she lied,' Charlie insisted, 'she didn't want us to know.'

'I wouldn't either, but we should tell Fred and George. I'll write them now, they should get it by noon,' she said, and went off into the study to do just that. Charlie wasn't convinced, though.

She knew she couldn't conceal it forever, he thought, it'll be easier for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named to get her to follow him. Remus can be too understanding sometimes. I'll tell Fred and George to keep a good eye on her.'

Fred added the last ingredient to the potion. First day back and business was booming, he was making the second batch of Furry-Mouth Fairy's that day. George was currently helping a child reach one of the top shelves, and Terry was advertising Fume Beltchers (now available in hard sweets) outside to a bunch of cheering and clapping kids. She was rather helpful when it came to advertising, going outside the store and demonstrating the best-selling products to the shoppers of Diagon Alley.

When it was time for lunch Terry came inside, the words 'I'll be back later' trailing behind her, and summoned herself some food. The twins were already eating, and Terry had just sat down when an owl came swooping in, dropping a rather stuffed envelope in front of them. The twins had bought their own owl after the success of their store, which was the one who had delivered the note, and it stood on Fred's arm as the twins opened the envelope.

'Forge and Gred- woman still can't get our names right- Professor Lupin wrote us today with something I thought you should know…' George trailed off and Fred read aloud the other note. When he had finished Terry was starring at them, still in the middle of the process of chewing.

'Dear mum,' George said as he had gotten a quill and piece of parchment, 'thanks, but next time please tell us something that we are not aware of, though we… appreciate your concern. The beloved children you love with all your heart and soul and every inch of being, Gred and Forge.' With this he sealed it and gave it to their owl, who flew off through the window. Terry choked when he wrote this, and Fred jumped to his feet.

'You knew?' she exclaimed, coughing and sputtering. George shrugged and picked up his sandwich again.

'Yeah,' he said plainly.

'We're not stupid.'

'Remember that night you 'partied 'earty?' It was a full moon.'

'Last night was a full moon.'

'So, our conclusion was,'

'That you were a werewolf. By the way, we appreciate you not staying in the house for last night,' George finished, and took a bite of his food.

'You're not as good of a liar as you might think,' Fred added, and Terry laughed.

'I can't believe it…' she said, and Fred looked at her.

'Why not?'

'Just because we own a joke shop doesn't mean we're thick.'

'No, not that at all,' Terry insisted, 'if I thought that I wouldn't have asked for a job, but you're awfully understanding. Most people would have-'

'Kicked you out?' George grinned and made his sandwich wrappings disappear. 'We're not cruel, you're only dangerous once a month.'

'At night.'

'And we don't see you at night.'

'Well, there was that one ti-' Fred started, but George elbowed him in the side.

'Aha! Made you blush!' George said, as Terry had gone sufficiently red, and he too cleared his sandwich wrapping. 'I mean, I know I'm ugly-'

'I always was the better-looking of us-'

'Actually I think she likes the idea of it, Fredsie,' George said, as she was a deep crimson now.

'Damn she's as red as Bill!'

'You know, we're free any time you want to come,' Terry immediately broke out in a fit of sniggering.

'Didn't think it was that funny,' Fred said, but they grinned at each other any way as Terry declined through her giggles. 'Well, whenever you change your mind,' he said as he wrote 'open' on the front door, and they started business again.

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