AN: I know! I know! It's been way too long! The year has been rough for everyone, including little old me. But! Here's the latest chapter! The is a CONTENT WARNING here for drug use, there is use of marijuana in this chapter but don't worry, it won't be a super common theme through this story. It just makes sense to me that marijuana would make an appearance in the boy's lives seeing as it is the 70's. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter! Please let me know what y'all think!!!

Chapter 8

September 4, 1977

"Ah, Ms. Granger, Mr. Lupin, thank you both for coming up to see me. Can I tempt you with a few Fudge Flies?" Headmaster Dumbledore asked the pair as they rounded the corner. He was holding out a bowl of little chocolate flies that were all slightly hovering and bumping into one another. Remus plucked a few out of the bowl, thanking Dumbledore as he sat one one of the large cushioned chairs in front of the desk.

"I'm fine, Professor, thank you. What did you need to see Remus and I for?" Hermione questioned although she was sure she knew what the meeting was about.

"I asked for you both so we could discuss your, how does Mr. Black put it? Ah, yes, your 'furry little problem'," Dumbledore chuckled, the twinkle ever present in his blue eyes. Remus shook his head a little with a slight smile on his face.

"Oh, yes! This… this will be my first transformation. I know Remus spends every full moon in the Shrieking Shack. I assumed that's where I'd be staying as well?"

"I'm not sure how yours and Mr. Lupin's wolves would react with one another, it could be very dangerous if we housed you together during the full moon," Dumbledore frowned.

Remus gave a small cough, "Actually, Headmaster, my wolf seems to really like Hermione. He's not very present at the moment since we're a week after the full moon but I can feel him wanting to be near her almost constantly." His cheeks went slightly pink as he finished his sentence.

Hermione felt her cheeks warm at the thought of Moony wanting to be near her.

"I also know how to brew a potion that will help keep our minds during the full moon. I'll need three weeks to brew it. And it needs to be drunk everyday for a week, the last one on the day of. When is the full moon this month?" she asked, looking towards Remus. His eyes were large, staring at her in shock.

"You can br- I-I can keep my mind? Moony… Moony won't take over? What the fuck Hermione? How? What do you need? You said it takes three full weeks to brew? The moon is on the twenty seventh," Remus asked, mind reeling at the possibilities.

"Yes, we can. Some of the ingredients can be quite expensive but I'm willing to work around the castle to help pay for them, Professor. We would need aconite, powdered silver and moonstone, dittany, wormwood and valerian root. With the moon being on the twenty seventh, we don't have enough time to brew it and take it this month but if we're able to get the ingredients, next month shouldn't be a problem," Hermione told the two wizards, both looking at her with shocked expressions

"Miss Granger… that is unbelievable. Did you come up with the position yourself?" Professor Dumbledore asked, leaning forward on his desk with intrigue.

"No, sir. Damocles Beldy did. I believe he is currently a student here."

"Ah, yes, Mr. Belby is delightfully bright when it comes to potion making. I will start searching for the ingredients to this potion for you, don't bother yourself with helping pay for it all, you've enough on your plate. Now, you two, off you go. I'll be in touch within the week and we can discuss these matters further," the Headmaster smiled, waving them out of their seats. Remus was still shell shocked staring at Hermione. She laughed lightly and tugged on the sleeve of his robe to follow her.

"She'll be able to what, Moony?!" Sirius nearly screamed. "You mean you won't be throwing yourself around the fucking shack anymore? You be trying to bite yourself or us anymore? You'll be-"

"Me. I'll be me. Just me, apparently. Well, furry, but me. Moony isn't too happy about it, I can tell you that. At least he isn't able to yell at me right now," Remus grinned taking a bite out of a Honeyduke's chocolate bar. He'd been dazed with happiness since leaving the Headmaster's office earlier that day. The thought of being able to control his werewolf self was something he had only ever dreamed about, never thinking that it could be a reality one day.

"Damn, Moons. I think this calls for a celebration! Pads, bring out the stash!" James told the Black heir while ruffling Remus' hair.

He walked over to his trunk and pulled out a shrunken bottle of Ogden's finest Firewhisky and four tumblers. Returning them to their proper size and cast a cooling charm on the bottle and began to pour each of them a glass. Meanwhile Sirius was rummaging around in his own trunk for a medium sized tin.

"Ah! There ya are ya little bigger!" Sirius yelled in victory, he walked back to their small circle with the tin in hand. Upon opening it you could see a small muggle lighter, rolling papers and a glass jar full of a green herb.

"I thought you weren't able to find anymore bud, Pads?" Peter asked, taking a swig of his glass of whisky.

"Prongs and I found a fifth year Hufflepuff with some out by the lake yesterday. Poor bloke thought we were going to rat him out for a spliff. You should of seen his face when we asked for some! We just had to promise not to tell any of the professors or younger kids." Sirius swiped his tongue across the gum of the paper before rolling it.

"Ah, I've still got it! Such a beauty," he smiled at his perfectly rolled joint before handing it to Remus. "That one is for you, Moony. Here's the lighter. Oi, Wormy, crack the windows, yeah?"

Remus took it with a slight smile. He would rarely drink or smoke because it took so much to effect him. As he lit the end with the lighter and inhaled, allowing the smoke to enter his lungs, Sirius rolled another for the three of them.

"It's been a while since we all got toasted good a proper. Thank Merlin for Hufflepuffs," James said taking a long drink of his firewhisky and accepting the passed joint from Peter who was already looking buzzed.

"Prongs, pour us another round and let's do a toast! There's a reason we're celebrating! Our local furry boy will have his right mind and be able to run around with us now. Now, we need to think of a way to thank Hermione because, fuck mate, this is huge!" Peter laughed holding his glass in the air.

Remus chuckled, raising his as well, thinking of how to thank the little wolf on his own.