Author's Note: Save Ferris Bueller!

Disclaimer: *in a bored voice* No, I don't own this, how many times do I have to tell you? No, Remus isn't my character. No, wishful thinking doesn't help much. No, I'm not JK Rowling, and if I was, why the heck would I be writing fanfiction?

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Rebecca crept silently down the richly decorated hallway - her only source of light being the moon shining through the windows. Along the walls hung large portraits of pale, pointed-faced witches and wizards. A chill ran down Rebecca's spine. Her face would never hang on that wall.

"Where do you think you're going?" a cold, drawling voice asked from behind her. Rebecca spun around, but saw that there was no one behind her. She started to turn back around, but halfway through, her eyes caught the watchful glare of one of the enchanted portraits.

"The library," she replied truthfully. The sour faced witch frowned suspiciously, and left her frame. Rebecca ignored the hissing and snide comments, and proceeded down the hallway that led to the library.

Smiling slightly to herself, she leaned against the massive doors, and shoved them open. Despite it's dark and forbidding air, the room was breathtaking. Walls were stacked with volumes and volumes of books, all towering over her endlessly. As her eyes traveled up and past the point where all was lost in darkness, she felt as if she were shrinking compared to the immense stature of the room.

On the left side of the doors, Rebecca noticed, was an empty portrait, and within moments of her arrival, the sour faced witch appeared from the side of the frame - slightly out of breath.

Clearly disappointed that Rebecca had been honest, she left to another empty frame that held a chintz armchair, and sat down wearily, still watching Rebecca out of the corner of her eye.

She smiled deviously, and gave the witch a cheery little wave. So what if Lucius had apparently made orders to have her watched? Even if it was the middle of the night, her intentions were innocent enough - all she wanted to do was read a book.

She turned her attention to the small table beside her. The book she was looking for was already there. Dobby had taken it out for her earlier today.

He'd told her hurriedly the main points, but he hadn't told her the specifics - just to look for the answer in the library.

She stood the book on it's spine, and let it flop open to where the bookmark held its place. Before her lay a giant illustration of the moon, and a small passage written in miniscule writing at the side.

The Source of Power for Wandless Charms

*Wandless charms include most known charms and jinxes today. These charms require the wand only for the incantation, but after, the charm or jinx is effective only until the countercharm or counterjinx is administered, unlike curses such as the Unforgivable curses, where the wand is required to be out the whole time the spell is effective.

So what keeps these wandless charms going if the wand is only used for the incantation? The answer is the moon. Whether night or day, light is reflected off the moon, except for one night of the month, being the new moon.

The time must be exact as well for wandless charms to be ineffective, and it only lasts a few seconds, before the charm finds an alternate source.*

Rebecca stopped her reading, and left the book there. That's all she needed. She would Disapparate from this awful place and meet Remus on the new moon.

She stood up and winked at the scowling witch who sat disdainfully behind her frame.

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"James, I - "

"I'm sorry," James mumbled before Lily could finish.

Lily gave him a hard look, ignoring the temptation to grin. "Sure you are," she said coolly.

"I am," James said.

Lily cocked her head to the side. "Sorry for what?" she ventured encouragingly.

James looked at her uneasily, apparently searching for the right words. "You know what," he said finally.

Lily rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Well, pretend I'm not as smart as I look," she said.

James snorted, biting his tongue. But Lily didn't smile at all. Clearly, this was one of those occasions where James really shouldn't try to make her laugh.

He sighed wearily.

"If you're going to apologize, you might as well do it properly," Lily said matter-of-factly.

James raised his eyebrows. This wasn't at all like Lily. Or maybe it was completely Lily. He had no idea.

Why'd they have to get married so early?

Then again, that was his idea.

"I'm sorry for pushing aside the concept of having children without discussing it with you first," he said as if he had memorized it.

Lily's eyes softened, and she smiled. James gave her a quizzical look. Was she happy now because he had recited some fake apology? Was it because he had admitted that she was right and he was wrong?

"Now," she said quietly, her eyes smiling at him warmly like summer grass. "With that settled and everything, there's something I need to tell you."

It was then James realized that Lily wasn't smiling triumphantly that he had surrendered, but that she was smiling happily.

She must have some really good news.

Just when James was sure she was going to tell him, she changed subjects again. "Well, now that we're talking about children - "

"Lily, just tell me."

"I *am* telling you," she snapped, and when her smile returned, it was more nervous than it was happy.

"Now," she began again, her mouth going dry. "I want to know what you think about children now that - "

"You know how I feel about children," James interrupted. They were whining, destructive little brats.

"James," she said hopelessly.

"We're not having children. Not now, at least."

"Oh, but we are!" Lily said firmly.

James exhaled sharply. "Look, I know you've probably got you're mind set on this and everything, but - "

"No, James," she interrupted, giving him a meaningful look. "We *are* having a child," she said slowly.

"Lily, I thought we were both deciding on this," James said, quickly losing his patience.

"No, James, you don't understand, we - "

"Lily!"

"James!" Lily grabbed hold of James's hands, and looked straight into his eyes. They weren't blazing with green fire like they did when she got angry, but instead they had a firm desperation, and a will for him to listen.

"James," she said softer now. "We're having a child."

James opened his mouth to retort, somewhat appalled that she was being so persistent, but stopped short when he saw her hand rest on her stomach.

She smiled shakily.

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Remus always felt good on the new moon. Probably because it was exact opposite from the full moon.

Except today.

Sure, he would see Rebecca for the first time in almost a month - but would she be the same? What had happened to her? Where had she been?

Despite wanting to see her, he felt he really shouldn't be looking forward to this. It would probably be a real blow to him - and to her. He wanted to get things back the way they were. Like students, except without the castle.

But now. . .

Now he was in the Order. Everyone who'd put their names down, had put their lives down. They were in the open line of fire.

Including him.

He promised he wouldn't let Becca join. She'd want to, of course. Being the outgoing, intellectual spitfire she was, she wouldn't want to sit back and do nothing.

But despite all that, he wouldn't let her. He'd promised himself that. She'd be giving up her safety, her hopes, her dreams, and her future.

Remus glanced out the window at the moonless night. He no longer had hopes or dreams. Even if he did, they were useless. He was in the Order of the Phoenix now, and he'd be devoting all his time and energy to it.

He wasn't going to be a teacher like he'd always thought he'd be.

He shook his head, and grabbed his cloak. In the moment it took him to see himself in front of Gringott's, he was gone.

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For a brief moment, and lapse of common sense, Rebecca considered packing her things before she left. Then, of course, she remembered the fact that she had been kidnapped, so there was really nothing to pack.

She groaned. Not even her wand.

The sun had set a while ago, and the enchanted lamps around her lit themselves, causing the room to be illuminated only by a dim glow.

Rebecca glanced at the tall snake-entwined cherry wood grandfather clock. Ten minutes until nine-thirty. . .

She poked her head out into the hallway, a little restless at the thought of wasting ten minutes just waiting for the clock to strike the half hour.

In the shadows, her eyes met with two green almond shaped ones. "Dobby?" she whispered curiously.

The pair of eyes rose and fell as the house elf nodded, still hidden in shadow. A small hand extended towards her, illuminated by the light spilling from the next room.

The fingers were loosely clutched to a small document.

Rebecca glanced at the hand and took the paper. She smiled broadly, and looked back up. "Thanks, Dobby," she said, truly grateful.

Dobby nodded again, his eyes shining.

Rebecca stayed silent, listening to the unceasing counting of the clock. "Dobby," she whispered.

The pair of green eyes snapped back to hers.

Rebecca swallowed, not sure how to say this. She really couldn't promise anything. "You'll be free someday," she said.

Even though she was a Seer, she didn't see this particular event in Dobby's life. She couldn't exactly See things at will, and she somewhat doubted her own words.

Nevertheless, Dobby's eyes spilled with tears. He believed her.

Rebecca gave one last smile, the document still in her hand, and stepped back into the living room.

She instantly felt guilty for giving Dobby false hope.

Shaking it off, she noticed a quill on a coffee table. She glanced at the clock, which had just approached nine twenty-six.

With a great feeling of hope gathering inside of her, she hastily signed the document.

She closed her eyes, and opened her Inner Eye to the quiet house to see if Lucius was coming. In an instant, her eyes snapped open again.

A second later, Lucius opened the door to the room - just as she had foreseen too late.

"What are you doing down here?" he demanded.

"It's not late at all," she replied, forcing her voice to keep calm and casual.

"It doesn't matter what time it is," Lucius said impatiently. "I told you not to come down here unless I'm with you." His cold gray eyes bore into hers. There were obviously things in this house he'd rather not have others see.

"Well, you're with me now," she said simply. His eyes widened in fury and she smiled deviously to hide her nerves. She couldn't help glancing at the clock. Nine twenty-eight. . .

He fumbled in his pockets, but clearly, didn't have his wand with him. Without warning, he resorted to physical violence.

Her cheek stung where he'd hit her, but she wasn't broken yet. It was always like this. He'd beat her until she finally broke down, and each time she got stronger and stronger - and the beatings got worse. This was far from over.

Yet, she knew it would end tonight. Maybe he wouldn't chase after her. Maybe he'd give up.

"You never were very persuasive," she said, her eyes dead set and emotionless - waiting for the blow. His eyes were blazing, so bright with rage that Rebecca didn't notice his fist until it made contact with her face, throwing her against the wall.

She stumbled up, knowing that any minute, she would be needing her strength to Disapparate.

He looked her up and down as if challenging her to say more. But for once, she kept quiet. Something in his eyes was making her insides twist. She felt sick. He smiled, noting that she had lost her confidence in the situation.

Nine twenty-nine. . .

In an instant she knew, even if he didn't. Nobody knew. It was too early to know at all. Yet she knew, but not just by her insight into the future - she could feel it. There was life inside her.

Rebecca inhaled, regained her stature, and the moment she closed her eyes, the clock struck the half hour with a resounding tone, echoing throughout the Manor in a low hum.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the lamps had gone out - the charm that kept them on had faltered. But any moment, they would flicker on again.

In the darkness, Rebecca thrust the signed document into Lucius's hand, and Disapparated before the lamps relit.

The dark walls of the Manor were replaced by a starlit sky, the clock replaced by the towering silhouette of Gringott's Bank, and Lucius Malfoy - the fowl creature - replaced by the gentle figure of Remus Lupin.

Her heart sang, but she didn't move. She let her hand fly to her face - which had started to throb with pain, and her lips began to tremble. She sensed the life again, though small and weak.

"You're late," she said, trying to tease, but failing enormously when her voice broke. She'd constantly told herself to keep control in any situation - especially something like this. Never let her emotions go. But she couldn't help it, she'd cried on his shoulder once, and it almost felt inviting to her to let everything out that she'd been keeping silent - screaming in her head - for the past month.

Despite the obvious fact that he had been there first, he nodded his head slowly and said, "I know."

She smiled tremulously, and to her relief, Remus refrained from asking questions. Instead, he stepped forward and, without a word, let her walk into his embrace.

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*author wipes a tear from her eye* haha, just kidding. You won't believe how many times I changed this chapter. *shakes head* That's why it's a good thing I didn't post it weeks ago, or I'd just go back and change it again.

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