Chapter Eight- March

Dear Journal-

Our stint at Thurso went ok, but not nearly as well as Aberdeen. We tried talking to the local Wizengamot, but they have strong ties to the Ministry of Magic, and that old goof Fudge. They heard us out, but that was it. We didn't come close to establishing another branch of the Order, which is what we were really hoping for.

Remus had his transformation yesterday. It was the first time I'd seen it. He'd taken the wolfsbane potion, of course.

I didn't mean to see it, I'd allot him the privacy, but the funding for our little rebellion are rather meek, so we can only afford these single rooms.

I heard a noise coming from the bathroom. I knew it was the full moon, so I knew what was probably happening. I couldn't help myself, it sounded like he was in trouble. I couldn't just let him alone in there and ignore it, even if that's what he'd have me do. I went in to help, and there he was, changing before my eyes. It was amazing, but it looked painful. He'd fallen to the floor, and I helped him on to his bed.

A werewolf, bloody amazing. He'd gotten taller and, well, hairier with more teeth, but he was still Remus. He seemed ashamed for me to see him like that, so I did something I've never done before. I've never even tried it before, but hey, it worked. I shaped myself into a werewolf. I concentrated really hard after focusing on his form, and imitated it in a female version. The idea just came to me. Didn't know how he'd respond, but I wanted to do something to make him feel better. I wanted to make myself suitable company, you see. He reacted well, although surprised he even seemed a bit amused, so I guess it did the job.

It was different, but it felt natural to be curled up on his bed, just us wolves, kind of studying each other and communicating what we could. As it was late already, we eventually fell asleep, leading to a situation of which I will tell no one. Journal, you take this secret to your papery grave.

I woke up from the sun shining on my face. I have reverted back to my, ahem, 'normal' state in my sleep. And I found my head to be resting on the very human chest of Remus, with his human arm draped around me.

Well, getting into trouble always was my specialty. Thank God I woke up before him! I scampered off to my own bed, and in my absence he rolled over and grabbed his pillow in his sleep. I wish I could have stayed where I was, but it would have lead to some sticky questions in the morning.

We had another meeting that day with a prominent authority, the local school headmaster. That went well, he seemed a reasonable bloke. Remus used a lot of fancy persuasive talk, and he consented to keep in touch with us.

Funny thing happen, on the way there, I think I might have seen Scrimgeour. I can't imagine what he'd be doing this far north. I'm not positive it was him, but it would have put my mind as ease if I had been shifted at the time. I know I should have, but I was tired from last nights stretch. Damn, I hope it wasn't him.

We'll be starting the return journey tomorrow. I'm looking forward to going home. I know my mates are waiting to hear from me. I'm going to miss seeing Remy everyday. I wonder if he would consider being called Remy an offense meriting a swift bite to the jugular. Well, I wouldn't mind a nibble. I'm glad we did this mission together, I got to know him well enough that I might actually let him see a bit of me. Not literally. But if he asked… See you at home journal.

N. Tonks