Remus' POV

After making my promise to my Mate I have made more of an effort to stay healthy.

I still grieve, and hunger for the release death would give me. But now I try to remember to eat at least once a day.

This seems to please Harry, he seems to think that something he said changed my mind.

He is wrong, of course. Only my Mate has ever managed to change my mind.

I walk into the kitchen and all conversation stops. I ignore them and head straight for the kettle to make myself some tea.

Molly is stepping towards me so I growl quietly. She stops and goes back to her chair.

Did I not tell you that? Sorry, my wolf side is becoming more dominant. I'm sure I told you… My memory is slipping, I think.

Anyway, I get upset if anyone but my pack approaches me.

My pack. Ha, that is ridiculous. The only 'pack' I have left is Harry.

So, if anybody but Harry comes near me I growl.

I know that is terribly rude of me, but they aren't my pack, so it doesn't matter.

Yes, sorry, the wolf mindset is quiet over-powering.

Sirius.

He occupies my every thought.

I think over every detail I can remember. To forget him would surely kill me.

I sip at my tea and head back to my territory… my room. I mean my room.

Harry smiles encouragingly as I pass him on the stairs.

I freeze as I see Ron is in my way and growl softly. His eyes widen and he backs away so that I can get to my room.

I retreat inside and return to my photos.

Third Person POV

Ron glanced over his shoulder as he entered the kitchen.

"What is it, Ron?" Harry asked.

"Must he growl at me?" Ron complained. "I was only walking down the stairs…"

Harry scowled at him and Ron held up his hands in surrender,

"Hey, I love the guy, but must he growl?"

Molly tutted under her breath,

"You leave him alone, he is having a very bad time."

Harry gave her a grateful look and she smiled brightly,

"I know you kids will find something to help him soon. It's what you do," she beamed and walked away.

"Where is Hermione?" Ron collapsed down next to Harry.

"Just collecting the last of the ingredients," Harry told him. "We can start mixing it all together tonight."

Ron nodded,

"Then he'll take it two days before the full moon," he calculated.

Harry blinked,

"Full moon is in ten days?"

Ron nodded again,

"Yes, mate, where have you been? Mum is practically counting down…"

Harry grimaced,

"I don't suppose you know anyone who can make wolfsbane?"

"Other than Snape?" Ron joked weakly, "Nah, sorry."

"I'd try…" Harry added, "but with my luck I'd poison him…"

"You have great luck," Ron grinned, "what are you on about?"

"Luck with Defence, not with Potions…"

Remus' POV

I have no wolfsbane.

That thought has just occurred to me. I suppose I will have to be put outside in the fields for the night, maybe chained to the patio. I guess they might just lock me in my room, but that wouldn't be much good.

These thoughts are depressing me again, and I promised my Mate I would not slip away again.

I will talk to Harry in the morning. He will know what to do.

They still maintain that they have a plan. I have made Harry promise that it is not to sever the bond with my Mate. I don't want to do that. It would imply I no longer loved him.

God, I love him.

You would think that love would fade if you don't see the person for years, but it doesn't.

I need him so much.

I gaze, unseeing, at the photos before me. My tea is cold. I drink it anyway.

I push the album aside and curl up under the covers, hoping for nice dreams.

Third Person POV

"That's everything," Hermione put the final ingredients down on the kitchen table.

"Not a moment too soon," Ron nodded.

Harry agreed silently,

"He has found a reason to hang on to life for a little longer," he looked at his two best friends, "let's not let him down."

Hermione smiled,

"The potion itself isn't very complicated, it is the convincing the Greater Powers that our, or Remus', cause is worthy that will take effort."

"No it won't," Harry disagreed, "how could anyone look over his life and not think he was worthy?

"Nobody," Harry answered his own question, "he deserves this, and so does Sirius…"

Ron nodded,

"I agree with Harry."

Harry shot him a relieved and grateful look,

"Thanks, Ron."

Remus' POV

I wake up suddenly.

The veil, must I always see the veil?

Shh, sleep, I'll watch over you…

The words wash over me soothingly and I close my eyes.

My dreams are pleasant for a while.

Author notes:

Thank you for reassuring me about the Sirius section. I think it is growing on me now you have said you liked it. I know this is a short chapter, but it is sort of a filler because I didn't want to go to quickly into the next part. Heh, sorry about that. Anyway, I have to go now. Thanks again!