Remus' POV
The moon is just starting to wax again, after the new moon, so the marauders have been back for two weeks now.
I sit on a sofa reading the morning paper and sipping my tea.
My Mate, James, Ron and Harry have gone off to play Quidditch. I have never felt overly safe up in the air, so I am occupying myself alone.
I think Lily has gone off shopping with Ginny and Molly. Arthur is at work.
I'm skim-reading an article on wand research as I think over this new life.
I agree with my Mate, this life is going better than my last.
James' POV
"This is a great broom!" Padfoot exclaims as he does a loop the loop.
"It had better be!" I grin. "Evans might just kill us if she found that we had bought two brooms that cost this much and didn't even like them!"
Padfoot smirks,
"Hey, she's your wife, she can't do anything to me!"
"Maybe not, but Moony can," I tell him.
He grimaces as his broom pulls up next to mine,
"True," he continues to scowl.
"What's wrong?" Harry and Ron pull up beside us.
"He is worrying about his boyfriend," I shrug, unconcerned.
"Is something wrong with Remus?" Ron asks.
Padfoot shakes his head,
"Not as such, but I worry about him."
"He's always worried about him," I add.
"Wouldn't you, if he was your boyfriend?" Padfoot accuses.
"Padfoot, I worry about him and he isn't my boyfriend," I tell him. "Moony is a fighter, though, and he doesn't want us to worry."
"Yeah, well…" Padfoot mutters, and sighs.
We hover in silence for a while, then Ron breaks the silence,
"I thought we came out here to play?"
Padfoot lets out his bark-like laugh,
"Yeah, you're right. Let's go!"
Later
"Remus is ok, isn't he?" Harry asks me as we sit on the grass outside.
I shrug,
"Moony and being 'ok' is rather relative," I tell him. "He is no worse than usual."
"Why is he not ok?" Harry asks.
I scowl lightly,
"He's a werewolf, and he hates that about himself. He also hates that some part of him loves it." I pause, "he only loves it because he probably wouldn't have become such good friends with us if he wasn't a werewolf. He became a different person once he was bitten, not that I knew him before it happened. He didn't become a bad person, like people tend to believe, he just became a more canine person."
"I think that is the most you've ever said to me at one time," Harry smiles weakly.
I grin at the welcome change of subject,
"Nah, when you were a baby I spoke to you for hours on end about Quidditch! I drove Evans up the wall…"
"James…?" Harry pauses.
"Hmm?"
"Do I have any other godparents? I mean, I know there's Sirius, but don't kids normally get three?"
I look over at him, scowling,
"You don't know who the other two are?"
He blinks, looking surprised,
"No."
I shake my head,
"I guess he didn't tell you," I shrug, "Moony is your second godfather, and your godmother was an old friend of Lily's, she's dead now, though."
Harry stares at me in surprise,
"Remus is my godfather?"
"Well, yeah, he and Padfoot were the obvious choice as they were together, and my best friends," I nod.
"Then why didn't Remus…" he looks away embarrassed.
"Adopt you after we died and Padfoot went to Azkaban?" I suggest, he nods slightly, blushing. "Moony is a werewolf, and the law prevents him from adopting human children if he is not living with another human…" I scowl, "he would have been banned from seeing you too."
"He has a really bad deal," Harry sighs. "I had no idea."
"Things are improving for him," I sigh, "but slowly."
I glance up as Evans joins us outside with a cup of tea.
"James," she smiles, "Harry, what has gotten you so depressed looking?"
"I just told Harry who his other godfather is," I tell her.
She nods slowly and joins us,
"Well, it is too nice a day to dwell on that."
I nod,
"Ok, what shall we talk about?"
"Where are we going to live?" she smiles.
"In the country," I answer promptly, "I've always wanted to live in the country, and this place," I gesture to the Burrow, "is great!"
"Near here?" Lily asks.
"No," I tell her, "maybe down in Devon, or the Lake District… Somewhere out of the way so that Moony can have room so run."
"But with Floo access," she warns.
"Well, yeah!" I roll my eyes.
"Will you live with Sirius and Remus then?" Harry asks.
"No, probably not," Evans tells him, "but they will visit a lot."
"There is no way in HELL I am going to share a kitchen with Padfoot again!" I announce loudly.
Harry sniggers,
"The way Sirius tells it, it was mostly your fault."
"Padfoot has a selective memory!" I exclaim.
"Calm down!" Lily scolds me, so I roll my eyes.
"Hey, are you coming to live with us?" I ask my son.
He looks surprised,
"You want me to?"
"Well, yeah, I wouldn't have asked otherwise," I tell him.
He grins,
"Thanks, yeah, I think I will."
"Great!"
Remus' POV
My Mate wanders into the living room and drops down beside me.
"Hey," I smile at him, "did you have fun?"
Sirius nods and wraps his arms around me,
"Have I told you lately that I love you?"
"No," I grin and lean against him.
"I love you, Moony, more than anything else."
"Even your Firebolt?"
"Yup."
"Even your old bike?"
"Hmmm… yeah, I guess so."
"So comforting that you had to think about it!"
"That was a great bike! I loved that bike!"
"It was terrifying," I shudder. "I was amazed whenever you came home alive."
He rolls his eyes,
"You were one of the team to collect Harry, are you honestly telling me you are still afraid of heights?"
I wince,
"Not heights as much as dangling in mid-air. You know that, Padfoot."
He laughs,
"Sorry."
Author Notes:
Hmm. I know I had told you that chapter 5 was nearly complete, but I deleted it and started again. I think this came out better than the first attempt.
I am sorry that it's short, but I still have no plot. I have spoken to my betas (Cairn87 and Zactana) and they think that I might as well continue without a plot for the moment and just enjoy writing excessive amounts of fluff. If you disagree and have any ideas of a plot feel free to let me know in the normal way.
Umm, yeah, if you spot any mistakes please let me know. Both of my betas admit to not being able to spell… so…. ;)
Thanks for reading, and hopefully it won't take so long to update again!
