Remus Lupin shut the door to Tonk's apartment with a click. He let out a deep sigh, and headed for the street. As he walked down the stairs, and into the courtyard, rain began to fall.

'Isn't this just great? The rain matches my mood.' He thought to himself. Pulling his cloak closer, he began to run for the street the rain beating on his head. As soon as he hit the pavement he shut his eyes, and disappeared with a 'POP'.

When the pressure from every direction was gone, Remus opened his eyes and smiled at the sight of his living room. It wasn't a nice living room, everything was second hand and shabby. The furniture and carpet's colors were fading from their continuous use. Inhaling, Remus threw off his sopping wet coat casting a drying spell over it and himself. Running a hand through his now dry hair, he plopped down on the chair that his parents had given him as a house-warming present when he got out of Hogwarts. Sighing, he pointed his wand at the fireplace, and a raring fire shot up. He sat there, watching the dancing flames lick the logs. His thoughts drifted back to five minuets ago and his meeting with Tonks. He hung his head. He loved her so much, but they could never be together. He was a werewolf for Merlin's sake, and she was so much younger than him. Remus got up, and trudged to the wall. He stared at the broken mirror hanging there.

"Why would she want an old poor werewolf like me?" he wondered aloud.

"REMUS, REMUS ARE YOU THERE?" a high pitched voice yelled from the fireplace. Remus spun around, and ducked behind his chair. He poked his head out.

"Molly, is that you?"

Molly Weasley's head turned, and grinned at him broadly.

"Oh, THERE you are Remus! I was just wondering if you would want to come over for dinner."

"All right, Molly, I'll come," he said, forcing a smile on his face. Molly needed all the cheering up she could get. Fleur (or Flem as Ginny liked to call her) was driving her up the walls. He would be there for, well, moral support. Remus closed his eyes, and disappeared with a 'POP' only to reemerge in the Weasley's kitchen. Molly was just pulling her head out of the fireplace, and Fleur was setting the table. Arthur, the Evening Profit in hand, sat at the table listening to Fleur talk about the wedding, nodding occasionally. He looked up, and smiled.

"'ello Remus! See you've come for dinner. What have you been up to?" Arthur said.

"Oh, nothing really."

"'inner's rea'dy!" Fleur pronounced proudly.

"It looks wonderful, dear." Molly said with a twitch in her eye.

Just when everyone had sat down, there was a burst of green flames, and Minerva McGonagall's head was in the Weasley's fireplace.

"MOLLY, ARTHUR!" she sounded panicked. Molly's eyes went wide, and she shot over to the floating head.

"Minerva, what's going on?"

"Come to the school immediately. Death Eaters."

Molly gasped, and Arthur muttered profanities under his breath. There wasn't a word said, when everyone disappeared with a 'POP' to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.