Summary: Snape and the Order have a meeting, and Hermione and the Weasley's arrive.

Disclaimer: Personally, I don't wish I were J.K Rowling. She may be rich and all, and the author of the Harry Potter books…but there is the fact that she's a woman. I am not. Nor do I have any inkling to become one. Sorry.

A/N: Like I said…LONG CHAPTER! In fact…this is the longest chapter I have ever written, in anything! It's ten Microsoft Word Document pages. Yay for me…

By the way, this is unchecked. If there's mistakes, sorry.

Oh yeah...thanks amura, you're my first and only reviewer for this story, and i just put it up! Thanks a lot! Glad to hear of another supporter for Remus and Severus!

Chapter Three: Unexpected and Expected Visitors.

The next day passed relatively slowly for the both of them. Diego was found constantly terrorizing mice that had claimed the inner walls and underground kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place their home. Harry was found sitting in the kitchen drinking endless amounts of butterbeer, which didn't help Remus and the nervousness he was feeling at never having taken care of a kid before. Even if this kid was seventeen years old.

"Why are you drinking so much of that?"

Harry looked up at him, head tilted. "'Cause I had to live with the Dursley's all summer and now I'm grasping hold of anything wizard-ish I can grasp hold of. Like this butterbeer." He grinned, while Remus shook his head.

"Fine." He turned to go, but turned back around at last second. "You want to play a game of Wizard's Chess?"

Harry beamed at him. "D'you have a set?"

"Yes."

"Hmmm…Alright!"

The two then headed off to the living room, where Remus had already set up the Chess set. Call it Werewolf's intuition. The soon became engrossed in the game and did not notice that Diego had sauntered by them, ears pricking, fur standing on end, as she left the room and headed down the hall. Diego was a fairly intelligent Kneazle, as all Kneazles were, and the last thing he heard before he crept downstairs was a sound he recognized as one that came from the black haired human in the living room. "Knight to H5. Heh heh. Bet you didn't see that one coming Remus!"

Something felt slightly off to him, but he couldn't figure it out. His lion's tail was twitching uncertainly behind him. He reached the entryway before the hall that lead the front door and looked up at the steamed window above him. It had rained early that morning, but had now slipped into regular humid weather. Thus, leaving everything damp, hot and steaming. Except part of the window was know longer smoked over. A rough circle had been scraped into it and a strange face was peering through. A cat face. A large black cat face, with fangs and obsidian eyes.

Diego's back hunched as he hissed, the large cat face merely looked amused. Animal instincts were telling him to pounce (which wouldn't really do much good, considering there was a high window between the two of them), but was distracted by a mouse suddenly skirting across the floor to a small hole in the wall; it had been taking advantage of Diego's distraction to get by it to 'home free'.

Diego forgot about the large cat and darted after it, meowing angrily as it escaped inside it's hole. After about a minute of swishing tails and pawing through the hole, he grew tired and look up at the window. The cat was gone. Confused, , he was going to go back to his Master when a sudden noise scared him, and caused him to hiss and spit frantically in fright. No, cross that, two sounds. Two sounds that sent both Harry and Remus crashing down the stairs to the front hall. A doorbell and Mrs. Black's screeching.

"INSOLENT FILTH! BRUTAL DISGUSTING BEASTS! POMPOUS HEADED TEENAGERS! NEVER IN MY LIFE HAVE I--" She paused and her jaw went slack, causing both Harry and Remus to look at her in shock, hands hovering by her curtains, ready to grab. They followed their eyes over to see what she was staring, dumbfounded at. Diego was sitting there, licking a paw, and glaring the best way a Kneazle could at Mrs. Black's portrait. The sound of nails on a black-board, that was undoubtedly Mrs. Blacks voice, sounded once more.

"What on Earth is that?" She looked utterly confused. Remus found it strange, having grown up in a wizarding family with a Kneazle, and also knowing that Mrs. Black was a pureblood and should already know about simplistic wizarding pets such as them. Harry however, found it normal, seeing as how he hadn't known what it was when he first saw it. His original thought had been of a particular huge, squashed faced, ginger cat; Crookshanks. That had been when it finally hit him. Crookshanks, as he now knew, was half Kneazle. Half-breeds such has him were fairly common, considering that Kneazles often ended up mating with Cats simply because of the likeliness of them.

"I've never seen anything like that in my life. Good gracious." Mrs. Black continued.

"It's a Kneazle, a Wizarding pet." Remus supplied.

She narrowed her oil-colour eyes at him. "It's yours isn't it?"

"…Yes…" He answered slowly, not knowing what reaction he'd get.

Mrs. Black opened her mouth wide and threw back her head; Harry and Remus immediately began pulling hard on her stubborn velvet curtains; the doorbell rang again, followed by a heavy (and very audible) sigh.

"FILTH! BLOOD TRAIT--Mmph."

Her voice was cut off as the curtains were pulled shut, and Diego sat there, simply looking amused by the whole affair. Harry went and got the door as Remus picked Diego up, rubbing his back and kissing his head; Diego sat contentedly in his arms, rubbing his head against him and purring loudly. As the door was opened, Harry let slip a sound of disgust, but quickly covered his mouth in horror at having such a slip.

"Watch it, Mister Potter. If we we're in school you'd already have detention for a week."

Remus spun around at the familiar (and unexpected) silky voice that drifted through door. In his haste, he dropped Diego, who, in payback, bit him on the leg.

"OW!" He hollered. He then--belatedly--realized he had dropped his pet. "Oh shit! Sorry buddy." Diego ignored him; Harry scowled; Their visitor snickered.

"You know, Lupin, since you're going to be the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor again this year, you shouldn't use that type of language. Not exactly a good example for the students."

"Indeed. Nice to see you too (cough) Snivellus (cough)." Remus replied, not at all feeling up to politeness, having just gotten bitten on the leg, and this man barge in and insult him. Harry whispered something that sounded strangely like, "Slimy, Greasy, Bastard" in Snape's direction. Snape ignored him and glared coldly back at Remus.

"I'm here on business with the Order." He stated bluntly. "So you had better let me in, Lupin. Dumbledore has already sent word to the other members. They'll be arriving shortly. Dumbledore himself, however, will not be attending."

Remus sighed and waved a reluctantly hand to indicate that he could come in. Harry looked positively thrilled as Snape walked over the threshold and shut the front door. He was rocking on the balls of his feet and grinning widely.

"Don't look so smug, Potter. You will not be attending this meeting." Snape snapped at him.

Harry's face immediately fell. "What? But…but I'm of age!"

Snape merely cocked his eyebrow.

"I, of all people, should be present at the order meetings! I'm the bloody one who has to defeat the bastard! How am I supposed to do that when you won't let me know anything about what's going on?!"

"I do believe, Potter, that all this fame as gotten to your head. Yes, the fate of Lord Voldemort rests with--regrettably--you. Be as it may, Dumbledore still feels that you should not be present at meetings. He apparently believes that you have enough on you Golden-Boy-Gryffindor plate as it is, and he does not wish to add other troubles that do not particularly matter for you to know." Snape sneered smugly at him, enjoying the look of indignation of Harry's face.

Apart from indignation, Harry's face was growing red with anger. "Why you-"

"Harry!" Remus suddenly stepped up and gripped Harry's robes at his arm. His voice was a little higher than usual and his face showed his apprehension. "Why don't you go upstairs and feed Buckbeak…or…or something. Anything!"

Snape was staring at Harry murderously. He looked like he desperately wanted to deduct house points and 'award' detention, regardless that it was still summer time. Remus dragged the fuming Harry up the stairs as Snape headed into the underground kitchen, casting a superior and knowing smirk at Diego as he passed, leaving the cat to wonder what he recognized about this new intruder. As Snape sat down at the kitchen table and took out some notes, upstairs Remus was trying desperately to calm down a seething (and sulking) Harry in his bedroom.

"Harry, please! Trust Dumbledore's judgment. He's right, you have enough on your plate as it is, you don't-"

"But it's not fair Remus! I am the most important one in this war, I am the one the responsibility falls on, no one else but me should even be concerned about this; have to put up with this!"

Remus sighed and rubbed his tired face with his hands. "Listen, Harry…Stop trying to be the hero. Everyone's patience is thin right now because of the attacks and we don't want to worry about you getting one of you stubborn, heroic, Gryffindor streaks and going off chasing Death Eaters and sadistic, homicidal maniacs. For once in your tiring, obligation filled life, listen to us and sit tight and behave." He cast the aghast Harry a very stern look. He figured he may have been a little too harsh on the boy, but after all, he had a headache and his bones hurt, plus he wasn't willing to put up with Harry's stubbornness regardless of how much he loved the kid.

Harry stared at him, hurt, opening and closing his mouth trying to form words but failing miserably. Finally, Harry's face became set at he cast Remus a reproachful (but somewhat forgiving) look. "Fine. Whatever. Go and have your little top-secret meeting."

Remus sighed relieved. "Thanks." As he turned to leave Harry stopped him with a quiet whisper.

"You know, you're a Gryffindor too."

"And a reckless, stubborn, rule-breaking Marauder." He laughed softly as he headed back out the door and down the stairs.

(A/N: This next segment, which is a refelction of Severus Snape, could be considered R if you really feel the need. Nothing happens, but Snape refers to the fact of his last partner and how he felt about it. There is no graphic detail or any of the sort, just reference to sex in the past.)

Severus Snape sat and ran his finger along the light layer of dust that was collected on top of the chair he was sitting on. Only two chairs were revealed to the shiny oak surface…the two chairs that were obviously occupied by Harry and Remus every time. He sat across from them, a forlorn look plastered on his features. No matter how much he despised the man, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. He knew that Remus must be going through a lot…Not only the War that was posing a threat on them all, but Sirius's death. He had hated Black, and for good reason. You don't often end up taking a liking to people who tried to kill you. It would have been like Harry Potter falling in love with Lord Voldemort. It was an impossible feat.

However, he knew that many liked him, and that Remus probably the most. He wasn't sure where their relationship stood. He knew that Black and Lupin were close, like brothers to everyone's eyes. Why wouldn't they be? They were the looks and the brains of the Marauders. The troublesome, pesky, disgusting Marauders. He would resent them to the day he died. Still, he was unsure whether there was something…more. Of course, he himself had never been good at analyzing relationships. He supposed it had something to do with the fact that he had (ashamedly) never been in a relationship himself.

He had only had sex (for he could never say that he had made love, for there was no feeling other than natural human need during these times) ten times. No more, no less. Which was something he was rather ashamed about. It had only ever been with one person. One person that always left his skin crawling as if he was dirty. Horatio Lockington. Slytherin's own gay male whore. He had hated the boy, as did the rest of Slytherin. He was the only muggle-born Slytherin that ever entered their ranks during all his seven years at school. They had looked down upon him, treated him as if he was no better than the pathetic Nancy Boy Hufflepuffs. And Severus, being the man he was then, a foolish, pathetic, Death Eater, had despised him for it. Although he no longer held that against him--he had no problem with the muggle-borns now. Now that he was older and had redeemed himself of all of that, he felt no hatred for the boy. In fact, he felt nothing. He hadn't seen him since he left Hogwarts. Horatio was a sixth year when Severus was in seventh…when they had started their 'fraternizing'. He may have hated the boy, but that didn't stop him from readily agreeing to the offered comfort he was ready to share.

He had hungrily lapped up all that he could get. Horatio was desperate for human contact, and so was Severus. How could either neglect what was so readily being offered? They would every once and a while meet up in Severus's dorm, while the other's were out, and 'have a good shag'. After each late night when the younger boy had left, Severus took a shower, as though trying to wash the grit that the Mudblood had seemed to embed in his skin. Of course, his body had enjoyed this, but his mind was emotionally strained and on the brink of tears. This wasn't enough for him. He wanted to love, to feel.

After Severus finished school, it ended, Horatio feeling down hearted, Severus feeling like he had been cured from the plague. He regretted it then, and he regretted it now. He had been left in a state of emotional wreck. He had always had the walls built around him, rarely letting people in. But after that, he had built his ceiling so to speak. He had carefully planned and performed his cool, calm, nasty exterior. He may seem like a greasy disgusting bastard, but that was the point. He was afraid. Afraid of letting anyone get close to him. Afraid of commitment. Afraid of love….afraid of loss.

He knew he shouldn't let memories catch up with him, but he was feeling slightly jealous towards Lupin. Even if his lover (?) was now dead, he still had someone to love him and him to love back. He knew he had know right to be so; he didn't even know if they had been together. Heck! He didn't even know whether they were heterosexual, homosexual, or bisexual! He sighed and ran I tired hand over his hurt face. He desperately craved a man's touch, a man's love, a man's companionship. Too much wishful thinking would bring him down, he knew.

He turned to look back at the layers of neglected dust on the chairs. He smirked weakly as he thought:

'This would never pass the white glove test.'

Remus trudged down the stairs and eased open the door leading to the kitchen. Walking down the short steps he immerged…and immediately stopped dead, staring at the estranged figure of the Potions Master. He was sitting, slumped in his chair wearily, staring blankly at the table top. His face, however, told a different story. His usual guarded expression was down, and he could see the emotions flitting across his pale, angular features. Hurt, loss, pain, jealousy. What was he thinking about? He saw Snape let out a depressing sigh and he ran his finger along his chair, collecting dust. He smirked weakly, half-heartedly, and this state of complete subjectivity and loneliness tore at Remus's heart. No matter how much the man irked him, he was still human, and no one had to go through the things he was obviously going through.

"Severus?" He asked quietly, not wanting to alarm him.

He failed miserably. Severus let out a yelp of surprise and he jumped up on his seat. Falling back down, he gripped the sides with white knuckles. "LUPIN!" He screeched, anger evident on his face. Apparently, he didn't take to kindly to people seeing him in a vulnerable…humanly state. "How long were you standing there?" He squeaked, sounding annoyed, but his weakness regrettably showing through. He didn't like people to see him with his guard down, ridden of that ridiculously nasty façade. And he especially did not want Lupin to see him when he thought he was alone. He felt naked, exposed. Like a babe trapped in it's cradle while his parents are gone, but his little poking and prodding siblings are there.

Remus looked at him, slightly abashed, "Um…five minutes?"

Snape's face turned red with anger. "You. Could. Have. Told. Me. You. Were. There." He bit out angrily through grinding teeth.

Remus blushed. "I didn't--I didn't want--You were so-" He sighed, running a hand through his early graying hair. "You looked so…revered. I didn't feel at place here, I felt like it was…wrong to break the silence and your thoughts…but my legs wouldn't move me. I…I'm sorry." He finished lamely.

Snape glared at him, opening his mouth to grind out another angry, sarcastic comment. But before he could even begin, the doorbell rang. Remus had a split second to groan, "Oh no!", before another sound filled the manor. The sound of nails on a blackboard.

"FILTH! DISGRACES! DIRTY HALF-BREADS! WEREWOLVES AND BEASTS! WHAT NEXT? VAMPIRES?!"

Mrs. Black's screeches halted as a livid Remus burst into the hall, quickly followed by a now slightly amused Snape. She looked slightly shocked to see Remus so angry, he usually just ignored her while he jammed her curtains shut. But right now, however, he looked positively murderous. Her gaze followed to Snape and she stared for a second.

"Dane?"

Snape stared back. "Excuse me?" He choked. Remus was looking at him curiously.

"Oh. So you're not Dane." She looked positively disappointed.

"He-he was my father."

She looked up, eyes alight. "Severus?!"

He nodded numbly.

"Why I haven't seen you since you were a baby! How old are you now?"

"I am thirty eight." He stuck his nose up indignantly.

"Wow! And how is Dane Snape?"

"He's dead." He answered lamely, then with Remus's help he shut the curtains. His face was blank, impassive. He was hiding something, but Remus knew he was definitely not about to share it with him. He turned and opened the door.

Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebot, Minerva McGonnagal, Emmeline Vance, Mundungus Fletcher, Filius Flitwick and several other new and old recruits stumbled in. They seemed to have all traveled together, or at least ended up there at the same time. Remus glared reprovingly at them.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Don't. Ring. The. Doorbell." He whispered harshly.

Tonks just rolled her eyes as the others followed Snape and Remus back down to the kitchen. "Oh come off it Remy." She said, using the nickname he so despised. Her glared at her. She grinned widely, he white teeth a contrast to the now long lavender hair.

The entered the kitchen and all took seats at the large table in the very dusty chairs. Emmeline pulled some rolled pieces of parchment from inside her dragon skin bag. "Ahhh…here we are." She said as she took one and spread it flat out on the table. "Let's start right away shall we?"

With the other's nods of agreement, they started.

"But why would Voldemort be back in Albania?"

Emmeline looked to Deryck Roller, a new recruit. Then she looked back to Kingsley and Tonks, causing all three to sigh. "We're not too sure. We suppose that there has to be some reason."

"It doesn't make sense." Snape's brow furrowed as he spoke, "Why would Voldemort come out in the open, commit all these attacks, and go back into hiding? What would be the point?"

"I don't think that he would necessarily be hiding. He, really, could be doing anything. He could have returned to there to stay low for a while, as he may be building up his army, grabbing new recruits for the Death Eater ranks. Maybe he went back to the forests of Albania because that's where he hid from Harry's second year to fourth, that's were he found Bertha Jorkins. Maybe he considered it a kind of reliable safe haven, while his followers are out recruiting and the numbers are diminished for the time being." Kingsley offered.

"Or, there could be something in the forests of Albania that He wants." Tonks shrugged.

Remus however, gasped and paled. The others turned and looked at him.

"What is it, Lupin?" Asked McGonnagal. Her eyes narrowed. "Do you know something that we don't?"

He nodded numbly. "I know exactly what he's doing there. Tonks was right. It's something there that he wants. What are the magical forests of Albania famous for? What type of dangerous Dark Creature is there the most? The highest population in the world in fact?"

"Shit!" Snape hisses, and cast a suspicious glance at Remus. Everyone else just shrugged unknowingly.

Remus sighed. "Werewolves. Albania has the highest population and running rate of Werewolves in all of this side of the ocean. The magical forests there are kind of like a perfect safe haven for us, the best spot to transform. It's already teeming with unwanted and undesirable creatures, so not only do we fit in, but there will be no humans there to cause us worry of biting. Not everyone gets the Wolfsbane potion."

"You mean…You-Know-Who is after the Werewolves?" Whispered one of the new recruits, Angelina Johnson. "Why does he want them dead?"

Remus shook his head. "No, he doesn't want them dead. He wants to recruit them. Get them on his side. What better advantage then to have hundreds of Dark Creatures on your side, ready to kill at will? I bet you anything that the attack we all know that's coming on Hogwarts is going to be on a full moon. And I also have a feeling that it's not just the Albania wolves he's going to go after." He hung his head down.

Snape looked at him calculatingly. "No…probably not. And especially sense you're so close to Potter, he'd go after you. Perfect isn't it? Not just a Werewolf on his side, but a Werewolf whose close to Potter."

There was an uproar of noises, several gasps of disbelief, looks of worry, heated words. Emmeline Vance, he hands to her mouth, mumbled out, "Are you saying that Remus isn't safe?! But…but he's going back to Hogwarts to teach…he'll be safe there won't he?"

"Not necessarily." McGonnagal spoke up, in her clipped tones. "Voldemort has many ways of getting in to the castle briefly or as such. Not just physically either. It's hard, yes, but I'm willing to bet he would find some way or another to get in and get Lupin out."

Lupin was deathly pale. He forced a weak laugh. "The only way I'd be safe is if we found a cure for Lycanthropy. 'Cept you'd need a Werewolf whose a potions expert for that. And a miracle." The others nodded mutely, understanding that impossibility...except Snape.

He had jumped to his feet with a strange excited look on his face. Sort of like a little boy who just stepped into a sweet shop with all the money in the world. "That's it! Lupin, I could kiss you!" They stared at him. He flushed in embarrassment as he realized what he just said. "Er…But I won't. I have to go see Dumbledore." He turned around and practically ran out of the kitchen. They listened to him thunder along the hall, the indignant shrieks of Mrs. Black's and the thud of the front door being slammed shut.

The remainder of the Order looked at each other puzzled. McGonnagal spoke first. "Well, I suppose that's it. We should all get back. Either I, or Professor Dumbledore will send you word if the time comes for another meeting. Dismissed."

Emmeline packed away her notes and maps into her bag and the all left, Remus still standing there, stricken.

For the rest of the day, Remus was subdued, and Harry was no longer sulking, worried about his Second Godfather. He was still pale, and slightly nervous. He was truly afraid. Not so much for himself, but for the others…for Harry. He would be used as a tool for the Dark Lord, twisted and misshapen, so to speak. It would be dangerous any way, but being a Werewolf just enunciated that.

Harry had tried to cheer him up with a game of wizards' chess, but that was just as subdued as Remus. He was still puzzled over why Snape had suddenly got up and ran. At least he could find it in him to be amused that he had said he could kiss him. That, in fact, had been the only hilarity of that meeting, and probably of many meetings to come.

His sleep that night was troubled, and several times he woke up covered in cold sweat and breathing hard, having dreamt of Voldemort taking him. When he woke up, he dressed quickly and trudged downstairs to the kitchen. He sat down and poured a cup of coffee (very strong coffee) and downed it in four gulps, scorching his throat. He was on his fourth cup, his eyes less bloodshot, when Harry came bounding into the room. He was obviously happy.

"Good Morning, Remus!" He chirped as he poured himself some orange juice.

Remus grumbled unintelligibly in reply. He shot an irritated look to Harry. "Why are you so happy this morning?" He asked, voice slightly scratchy from hot coffee and tiredness.

"Because, Remy!" Remus cringed, but Harry ignored him, "Hermione and the Weasley's are coming today!"

Remus's mouth formed an 'O'. He had forgotten about their arrival. He supposed it would be a good thing, really, something to take his mind of the knowledge he had learned the night before. He'd have their company for a week, before he went back to Hogwarts. One week there, preparing nonstop for the coming term. Then, there was school. Teaching for almost a year. That would defiantly drive it form his mind. For now, however, he had the unwanted chance to dwell on something he'd rather not. No matter how hard he tried he could not quell the rising sense of worry in his heart.

Three hours later, the doorbell rang. Harry and Remus had been waiting, ready, by Mrs. Blacks portrait for a half hour. As soon as the curtains flung open, they rammed them back shut before she could even get a word out. Remus walked over and opened up the door. Ginny was the first to fall through the door. She stumbled into Remus, apologized, and catching sight of Harry, ran over to her boyfriend.

"Harry!" She hugged him tight and kissed his cheek. "It's so great to see you!"

Harry chuckled, hugging her back. "You too, Gin."

Hermione and Ron walked in, hand in hand. "Hi Harry." The couple chorused.

He nodded and grinned at them, then turned to face the others coming in through the door onto the threshold. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley clambered in and shut the door behind them. Fred and George, two years out of school, lived in a flat above their store: Weasley's Wizard Wheezes in Diagon Alley. Charlie was still in Romania, and Bill had his own place to stay in Hogsmeade. Remus felt himself being drug away to the kitchen by Arthur and Molly after exchanging pleasantries, and left Harry to be escorted upstairs to his room to talk.

They walked up the stairs and into the oak door, then firmly situated themselves on the two beds in the room; one for Harry (which was unmade and the contents of his trunk was splayed across it and surrounding area) and one for Ron. The two couples separated at sat down on their beds. Hermione was the first to speak.

"Ooooh! Harry! Guess what Viktor told me? You'll never believe it!"

Ron gave a snort of disgust. Hermione turned on him and glared.

"Oh Ron! You aren't still on about that 'Fraternizing with the enemy' thing like you were in fourth year, are you?"

Ron huffed at her and turned away, nose up. He strangely resembled a rather haughty red owl.

"RON! That was fourth year! Honestly! The Triwizard Tournament is long since over! You know that I supported Harry and Cedric through and through…..even if I did want Viktor to get second place." She mumbled.

Harry looked at his two best friends uneasily. He decided it was time to break them up from this: one of their infamous sparring matches. Their fights didn't seem to lesson since they became a couple. They claimed, however, that it added 'spice' to their relationship.

"Listen….Hermione….ummm….So what did Kru--er--Viktor tell you?" Yup. That was bad.

Hermione beamed at him, Ron snorted but she just ignored him. "He's engaged! Getting married!"

Harry smiled. He wasn't particularly happy; he didn't much like Viktor Krum.

"And you'll never believe to who!"

Harry decided to try to show some enthusiasm on the subject. "Who, Mione?"

She giggled uncontrollably; Ginny joined her. "To England's Quidditch Team's Seeker!"

Ron whisked his head around, so did Harry. Both were staring at her in disbelief. "You mean….that new Seeker for the Wasp's? The really good looking one?" Ron spoke up, Harry nodded in assent to his comment.

The girls glared at there goggling boyfriend's; apparently it was an insult to their ego's to here them talk about other girls. The boys didn't notice. "Yes." Said Hermione haughtily. "That one. Livvy Kinders. They met over the summer last year after the World Cup in Bulgaria. The England team was their, and the Livvy was the only one supporting the winners; Bulgaria." She seemed to become excited again. "And the really funny part is that the Quidditch games are cancelled this summer due to You-Know-Who, but they're back on next summer and they're picking up where they left off…Which means that Bulgaria and England are playing against each other in the World Cup in England! The two Seekers, Mr. And Mrs. Krum, will be playing against each other!" The girls giggled madly.

Harry and Ron, however, could not really find any of this amusing. They just looked at each other, eyebrows raised. "Okay…" Said Harry slowly. "That's nice, Hermione."

She smiled, and they moved on to talk about their summers.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Remus had just finished filling in a now grave looking Molly and Arthur Weasley on the events of the last Order meeting. He bowed his head, looking mournful. Arthur patted his back reassuringly.

"It's all right, Remus. You needn't worry, too much. We'll help you keep your mind of of it!"

Molly stood up abruptly and walked over to the stove. "He is absolutely right! Now, come here, Remus. Help me cook supper."

Remus got up, slightly amused, as Arthur pulled out that day's copy of the Daily Prophet and began to read. As Remus set about preparing lasagna as Molly chopped up lettuce for a Garden Salad, he knew that now with the ever active Weasley's around, the last thing on his mind for the next week would be the ever growing sense of doom that had been fastening itself tightly to the pit of his stomach.

Things were starting to look up.

A/N: Phew! That was a loooooong read. LOL, not really. Thanks! Review and no Flames, please!