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A/N: Sorry for the long wait guys! I hope you enjoy the story, you finally get to find out who the Defense Professor is however, which is pretty awesome (at least in my opinion).
I also want to thank my awesome beta cocobyrd87!
Since I've started doing the occasional chapter dedication, I've decided to dedicate this chapter to Ex Mentis, for kind words and a good discussion. Hope you enjoy my friend!

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Chapter 16: Dilemmas

Draco resisted the urge to rub a hand over his face, if he had been in private he might indulge in the action, however he was sitting in the library and Malfoys didn't indulge in such uncouth actions in public. Scowling down at the parchment in front of him, he tried to corral his wandering mind. He was supposed to be working on a charms essay but his mind had wandered to the days before holiday, when Orion had mysteriously ended up in the hospital wing. He still firmly believed that Ronald Weasley was behind that incident because Orion remembered speaking to the boy and then nothing else. However, he hadn't been able to prove anything yet and it seemed everyone else had completely forgotten the incident. He knew justice would be served, eventually; he would make sure of it.

"Well you look hard at work," Blaise drawled jokingly as he settled down opposite the blond haired teen. Draco glanced up and cracked a smile at his best friend.

"I was working hard, just got distracted," Draco admitted, putting his essay away. No sense in trying to write about water charms when his head was elsewhere.

"I gathered that much," Blaise said with a grin. "What are you so distracted by?" The Italian teen asked curiously.

"You know how Orion was in the hospital wing before Christmas?" Draco asked. Of course Blaise remembered but he needed to start the conversation somehow. Blaise nodded, resisting the urge to give his friend the 'well duh' expression.

"I know Weasley did it. I can't prove it or anything but I know he did it. I want my brother to have justice Blaise," Draco hissed in annoyance. "Not even the staff seems to care anymore, besides Uncle Sev; it's like it never happened. Hogwarts is always like that, something horrible happens, a student is attacked, or cursed and everyone just sweeps it under the rug. If someone is caught they're assigned a detention or two, but no one seems to care."

Blaise nodded in understanding; he knew that this wasn't something Draco would just get over, nor would the other members of the Malfoy family.

"Makes sense. Weasley will slip up eventually Draco, he's probably already bragged about getting away with cursing Orion to someone; he's not exactly subtle," he reassured his aggravated friend.

"I know Blaise, I just..." Draco trailed off helplessly; he just wanted his brother to be safe and as long as an angry Ronald Weasley was running around Hogwarts, Orion wasn't safe. Blaise nodded in understanding; getting Orion back was a blessing for the Malfoy family and they didn't want him hurt anymore, even if it was just protecting him from school boy fights.

Draco smiled at his friend, feeling reassured at Blaise's easy understanding of Draco's jumbled thoughts.

"C'mon mate, lets go back to our Common Room, clearly you aren't getting much done in here," Blaise said, grabbing his book bag and slinging it over his shoulder. Draco nodded, gathering his own belongings and packing them away before the two Slytherins left the library and began the rather long trek back to their own dungeons.

-Blood-

Orion laughed as Night chased a charmed yarn ball around the floor of his and Draco's room. He had retreated to the privacy of it not long after classes had ended; ever since he had gotten the letter from Hermione, he had been spending a lot of time by himself thinking. He hadn't really thought about his life as Harry Potter or how he had even come to be Harry Potter. Sighing, he leaned back against the headboard of his bed and stared at his kitten. How had this whole mess happened? He and his family had sort of avoided talking about his kidnapping, especially since they still had no idea what had happened. He knew his father was looking into it, but since the Potters were dead, Dumbledore was the only person who probably knew what happened and Orion had no desire to be alone with that man (plus he doubted that Dumbledore was just going to spill his guts and tell him what happened).

He knocked his head lightly against the headboard, as if that would some how force the information forward from the recesses of his memory.

"I just wish I knew what happened," he grumbled, glancing down at Night as if the small cat held all the answers. Night glanced up at him, amber eyes flashing playfully before he dove after his ball of yarn.

"Thanks," Orion said sarcastically to the cat who just made a chirping noise and continued to play.

"I was unaware that cats were capable of dispensing in-depth conversation," a familiar, sarcastic voice drawled from the doorway.

Turning, Orion grinned as he saw his Uncle leaning against the doorframe, having snuck in while he was off in 'lala land'.

"Hey Uncle Sev! Whats up?" He asked curiously shifting so Severus could join him on the bed.

"Just came to check on my Slytherins," Severus said with a grin, "and I figured that while I was here I'd treat your hand, saves you a trip," the dour man continued, pulling the familiar jar of Orion's salve.

"Yea saves me a trip," Orion said with a chuckle. "You just didn't want me and Draco to invade your rooms later" he teased, letting his Uncle take his hand.

"I am a Slytherin, we are rather opportunistic," Severus said sternly as he began to unwrap Orion's thin bandages. Thankfully Orion's hand was getting better; instead of the thick bandages, Orion had been scaled back to thin bandages which allowed for much more movement (they were really only there to keep the salve from rubbing off).

Orion rolled his eyes but dutifully held still while his Uncle rubbed the specially made salve onto his hand. It no longer hurt which was a blessing, but his hand was incredibly stiff, his joints swelled frequently, but it was tolerable. Shaking his head from his musings, he offered his Uncle a small smile at the concerned look gracing Severus's features.

"Is it causing you any trouble?" Severus asked as he re-bandaged the hand.

"No it hasn't, and if it had I'd have told you, Draco or written Mum and Dad, like you all tell me to do every time I see you," Orion said with a chuckle, he was getting better at dealing with his family's overprotectiveness. Severus just rolled his eyes and nudged the youngest Malfoy playfully.

"So Draco mentioned to me that Granger wrote you a letter," Severus said bluntly; despite being a Slytherin he wasn't exactly subtle.

"Big mouth," Orion muttered under his breath before returning his attention to his Uncle. "Yea Hermione wrote me a letter, so?"

"I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. I know that the last few months have been difficult for you, especially in your dealings with the Weasleys and by extension Granger."

"No it hasn't been easy, especially with the Weasleys. Hermione's just ignored me and seemed to side with Ron, at least until recently," Orion murmured, biting his bottom lip. "I don't think I'm ever going to be okay with my best friends, at least my old best friends, abandoning me the minute they find out something about me they don't like, but I'm okay with Hermione writing me. I'm glad she came to her senses, but I won't ever be her friend again. One day I might consider her an acquaintance, maybe socialize with her at times," he shrugged, "but beyond that we won't be friends" he finished firmly, looking at his Uncle for reassurance.

He knew the old adults in his life (Dumbledore, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, etc, minus Sirius and Remus), would have encouraged him to forgive Hermione; Dumbledore would have given him a spiel about friendship and forgiveness and the others would have just supported him.

"I think that's fine, a lot more generous then I or your brother would be," Severus said with a small smile. "Just, be careful, none of us what to see you get hurt again," he added stiffly, pulling the boy flush against his chest (though he would later deny hugging the teen-Severus Snape didn't hug).

-Blood-

Lord Voldemort leaned back in his high-backed, throne-like chair and smirked maliciously. Lucius was standing just at the foot of his chair, finishing his report on Ministry infiltration. The Lestrange brothers stood not far off, whispering between themselves in what they thought to be a subtle matter, though Tom was fully aware of what they were discussing.

"Rabastan? Rodolphous, do you have anything to add to Lucius' report?" The Dark Lord asked curiously, though his tone was also laced with a familiar malice.

"N-No m'lord," Rabastan stuttered, "we were just wondering where Bellatrix is?" The man risked to ask.

"Bella is currently residing in my dungeons, she is being punished," Voldemort hissed dangerously. "Now if you are done interrupting Lucius' report?" He asked imperiously. Both men flinched, expecting a curse but instead Lucius continued his report on the ministry. As the meeting wound to a close, the snake-like visage of the dark lord turned and looked at the Lestrange brothers, a frown marring his face.

"Crucio" He hissed, pointing his wand at the pair. Not many could manage a blanket pain spell, targeting more then one person, but he wasn't just anyone.

Lifting the curse, Tom dismissed his Death Eaters, a small frown marring his features as he watched them leave, Lucius still standing by his side. Severus was still at Hogwarts, he would fill Tom in later in private about what was happening at the school. Once the room was clear, Tom rose, pointing his own wand at himself and dispelling the powerful glamour that hid Tom Riddle.

"Well that was productive," Tom said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance; he couldn't wait to drop the Lord Voldemort persona. As soon as Dumbledore was forced from power and he controlled the Ministry, the Dark Lord would be dead and Tom Riddle would be left in his place.

"Things will get better, I mean the war is practically over now that Harry Potter is dead," Lucius said with a soft smile as the two men left the meeting room, heading for Tom's private study. "Without an icon, the 'light' will fall quickly, and then this whole farce will be over." The Malfoy Lord continued as he summoned an elf to bring them wine.

"Good. I'm looking forward to finally being rid of Voldemort," Tom sighed, sipping his wine lightly; Lucius always knew exactly what he needed.

"I know, and we can't wait for you to be free of that monster as well," Lucius said with a small smile, "and it will happen all in good time. Voldemort is useful now however, he keeps you safe and off of Dumbledore's radar," he added, his tone cautionary. He didn't want Tom to be rash; that had happened fifteen years ago and he had gone without a proper body for fourteen years.

"I know," Tom reassured his friend softly. "I won't go off and do something stupid Lucius, I have my family back and I won't jeopardize that."

"Good," the blond aristocrat said, sinking back into the chair and taking another sip of his wine. The pair relaxed in a companionable silence, staring into the flames of a crackling fire, both lost in thought.

-Blood-

"He wants to go out again!" Sirius sang as he danced down the hallway of Marauders Manor, a letter clutched in his hands. Remus stuck his head out of his bedroom, chuckling as he watched Sirius, a small grin on his face. It had been a long, long time since he had seen his friend this happy and he liked it.

"Another date hey?" Remus teased. "I figured he'd ask you out again after he ordered you to be monogamous."

"Shut up Remy," Sirius said, pausing mid dance to glower at his friends. "Let me have this," he added sternly before resuming his vigorous dancing.

Rolling his eyes good naturally, the werewolf leaned against his doorframe and continued watching his friend. Finally the animagus flopped down tiredly on the floor still clutching his letter happily.

"And when is this auspicious event taking place?" Remus asked, looking down at the animagus curiously.

"Err?" Sirius frowned, pursuing the letter once again. "Tonight?!" The man leapt to his feet. "Oh god Remy I have to get ready!" Sirius yelled as he raced down the hall to his own bedroom.

"And people ask why I'm single," Remus said rolling his eyes skyward again and disappearing back into his room to hide out until Sirius sought him out for fashion advice in about an hour.

Sirius stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He couldn't believe he was going on a second date with Tom, hopefully this time he was a bit less nervous and didn't drink so much. He had had a blast last time, but he was a bit embarrassed with how tipsy he had become. Staring at his closet, he sighed as he tried to figure out what to wear. Tom hadn't mentioned where they were going so of course he had no idea what to wear.

"REMUS!" The animagus bellowed, knowing the werewolf would hear him even down the hall in his own room.

"What?" Remus asked as he stepped into the room, though he already knew what the dilemma was.

"I don't know what to wear!" Sirius wailed dramatically, slumping to the ground among a pile of silk shirts and dragon-leather pants.

"I think perhaps a dress shirt and a pair of nice pants?" Remus suggested dryly, surveying the destruction of Sirius' room.

"What colour?" Sirius asked semi-pathetically holding up two different coloured shirts and staring up at Remus.

"Silver or light blue, that'll bring out the grey of your eyes. Wear your black leather pants and a casual, open robe," Remus said, grabbing the aforementioned items and tossing them at Sirius.

"Get dressed!" He added sternly, stepping out of the room to wait until the nervous animagus was dressed; then he'd perhaps offer him some tea laced with a calming draught.

-Blood-

"Ready?" Narcissa asked curiously as Tom walked into the study. He was dressed casually in a pair of black slacks and a nice royal blue shirt; he had forgone a robe though the shirt was made a bit thicker then say silk.

"I believe so," Tom said, spreading his arms and allowing the aristocratic lady to evaluate him.

"You look handsome," Narcissa complimented, "and where are you taking my ruffian of a cousin this fine evening?" She asked, eyes shining curiously.

"Dinner and perhaps some dancing if he doesn't get to intoxicated," Tom said with a chuckle, fondly remembering his first date with Sirius.

"Well enjoy yourself, I do intend to hear all about it once you return!" She called, waving to him as he flooed to Marauders Manor.

Tom laughed mentally; he knew the moment he flooed back to Malfoy Manor the blonde woman would be waiting for him, expecting an in-depth report of his date. He didn't mind of course, he found it sort of endearing.

Stepping out of the fire place, Tom glanced around not at all surprised to find neither Sirius nor Remus waiting for him. If his last date with the animagus was any indication then he knew the two men were off doing something ridiculous, like helping Sirius prepare for their date. He knew it was ridiculous because he knew that no matter what Sirius looked fine, the man was gorgeous no matter what he wore, however he knew that Sirius was vain, as were most Blacks (well at least Narcissa was and he assumed Bella had been at one point so the man would want to dress appropriately for their second date).

Glancing down the hallway as he heard footsteps coming towards him, a small smile graced his features as he saw a harassed looking Remus walking towards him.

"Sorry, his highness"- the last part said sarcastically- "will be ready soon. He's just finishing primping," the werewolf snarked, though he was polite to the Dark Lord.

"I figured as much when neither of you were here to greet me," Tom said with a grin.

"Ah yes, well you understand," Remus said with a chuckle. "Please join me in the sitting room for a glass of wine while we wait for our esteemed animagus," he offered.

"Sounds fine. A glass of wine wouldn't be remiss anyway, calm the nerves and all that," Tom said as he followed the werewolf to a nearby comfortable sitting room. Summoning a house elf, Remus asked for two glasses of red wine before settling down in his favourite, Gryffindor red chair.

"Nerves?" Remus asked curiously; he highly doubted that the Dark Lord had nerves associated with dating. Tom smirked, sipping his wine quietly for a moment.

"Perhaps nerves are just an excuse to have a glass of good wine? I know that the Black cellars are filled with wonderful vintages," The Dark Lord said with a grin.

"Slytherins, always have an ulterior motive," Remus bemoaned teasingly. Oddly enough he didn't feel uncomfortable sitting with Tom, perhaps it was because he was Orion's godfather and he had gotten to know the man over the holidays, or perhaps it was due to Sirius dating him. Either way, he was decidedly relaxed, especially considering who the man was.

"It is what we are known for," Tom allowed, glancing up as Sirius came rushing into the room.

"Remus!" The animagus scolded. "I have a date with the man and here you are trying to get him liquored up. Manners man!"

"Maybe if you had been on time for your date I wouldn't have to offer the man a drink," Remus growled. "Now that you have finally arrived, I am off to enjoy a quiet evening alone with a good book. Have fun and do try to behave yourself" he said, grabbing a dog-eared book off a nearby table and disappearing down the hallway, wine glass in hand.

"Are you ready then?" Tom asked, finishing off the last of his wine and setting the empty glass down.

"Of course," Sirius grinned opening his arms and inviting Tom to admire his choice of clothing, which Remus had nothing to with, thank you very much.

Tom grinned, a salacious expression on his face as he admired the man. Sirius was wearing a pair of sinful black leather pants, which were practically molded to the man's body. A deep silver silk shirt adorned his upper half, making his grey eyes shine with a rather mischievous light. He had on a thick outer robe which hung open but would keep him warm. And on his feet were a pair of lovely dragon-leather boots, an item that Tom highly approved of, as he had numerous pairs of himself.

"Then shall we go? I'll have to apparate us again," Tom warned as the men headed outside, past the anti-apparition wards.

"I'll survive," Sirius said wryly, though he sucked in a sharp breath and flushed mightily when Tom wrapped an arm around him and apparated them to the restaurant he had chosen for that evening. Sirius highly doubted he'd be picking the location of many of their dates, Tom seemed to be rather fond of taking control. Normally this would bother Sirius, since he was a rather forceful personality himself, however in this case he found himself not minding in the least.

-Blood-

Remus smiled as he stepped out of the floo and into Albus' office.

"Albus," he greeted, his tattered briefcase clutched in one hand as he greeted the Headmaster.

"Ah Remus, so glad you could come on such short notice. All this awful business with Madame Umbridge has left us a bit shorthanded," the man said, blue eyes twinkling behind half-moon spectacles.

"Of course Headmaster, though you do understand I'm only here to finish out the semester. You'll need to find a new professor for next year," the werewolf said, ignoring Albus' pointed look at a gaudy chair; he had no desire to sit and chat. He was here to teach Defense and on a more selfish level to be near Orion, to protect him.

"Yes, yes Remus I understand," Albus said waving his hand as if to dismiss the conversation. "But my dear boy, how have you been?"

"Fine Albus, you know me, I get by."

"I imagine you do, especially with your close ties to Sirius and the Malfoy family," Albus said with a happy grin.

"They do help, but they're not why I'm here, you know that teaching is my passion Albus," Remus said blithely. He and the others had suspected Dumbledore's motives for asking him to come back to teach Defense, especially since both Orion and Sirius were now out from under his thumb.

"Yes of course, I'm just making polite conversation Remus, I do like to have an open rapport with my professors," Albus chided him gently.

"Yes I can just imagine you and Severus have tea parties rather often," Remus said sarcastically, ignoring the once again offered chair. "I really do need to settle in my rooms Albus, thank you once again for the position and I'm sure I'll see you at dinner." The werewolf said stiffly before fleeing the office and heading down to his personal chambers.

Albus watched the werewolf flee over steepled fingers. Damn, he had hoped Remus would have accepted his offer for tea. He wanted to interrogate the man to find out what was going on in Malfoy Manor and with Black; he desperately needed to get both Black and Orion. He thought maybe Remus would have some information he could use, bribe them with maybe? Shaking his head, he pushed the thoughts aside; he had a few months of Remus at the school and he would get what he wanted in that time.

-Blood-

Orion sighed as he walked down the hallway next to his brother. It was time for dinner and apparently the announcement of the new Defense teacher. Orion had no idea who it could be nor did anyone else for that matter, but that hadn't stopped the entirety of the school from trying to guess. From what he understood the Weasley twins were already taking bets on who it could be.

"Whats wrong?" Draco asked, slinging his arm lightly around Orion's shoulders and peering down at his little brother in concern.

"Hm? Nothing, just spent to much time thinking today I guess," Orion responded, thinking about how he had spent his break between his last class and dinner.

"Don't hurt yourself," Draco teased, earning himself a sharp jab in the ribs from Orion's elbow. "Ouch," he deadpanned, smirking at his little brother.

"Jerk," Orion muttered, though there was no heat in the statement. He broke away from Draco to go walk with Theo.

"Ooh snubbed," Blaise teased as he and Pansy came up next to Draco, entering the loud, crowded hall with their friend. Draco just smirked, before pulling his Malfoy mask firmly into place and heading towards the Slytherin table.

Once all the students were settled, Albus rose from his high-backed chair, his movement causing a hush to fall over the hallowed hall.

"Now I know you are all anxious to tuck into your food, which our lovely elves have prepared for us. However, I have a small announcement to make before we begin," Albus said. "I know we have been without a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor since before Christmas due to unfortunate circumstances with Madame Umbridge," he began, pointedly ignoring Severus' loud snort at the usage of the word 'unfortunate'. "Thankfully the role has finally been filled by none other then Professor Lupin," he finished, waving his arm and gesturing towards the man, applause ensuing. Despite him being a werewolf, Remus Lupin had been one of the better defense professors that Hogwarts had had.

"For those of you that remember, Professor Lupin has worked here previously, teaching Defense as well. He has agreed to join us for the remainder of the semester," Albus continued. "Now, you may begin." As he seated himself, the food appeared on the tables and the students began to load their plates amongst loud chatter.

"Remus?" Orion breathed, sharing a look with his brother, a wide grin breaking out on his face. He couldn't believe Remus had come back to Hogwarts, even if it just was for a short while. He couldn't wait to talk to his surrogate god-father again, he hadn't seen him since Christmas.

"Seems so, I can't believe he didn't tell us," Draco said petulantly, "or that Sirius didn't spill the secret," he added (Remus could keep secrets, Sirius was atrocious at it).

"Maybe they weren't sure?" Orion said uncertainly. "I mean its pretty risky, him coming here what with Dumbledore being the way he is."

"Maybe," Draco agreed, however like any Slytherin he disliked being left out of the loop, he hated not knowing what was going on.

"We can ask him later. We'll go visit him," he suggested firmly, ignoring Draco's amused expression.

"Eat something," the older blond ordered, "or we won't be visiting anyone but Uncle Sev while he pours a nutrients potion down your throat."

Orion huffed and rolled his eyes, but commenced eating. He could barely sit still however; having Remus back at Hogwarts was a dream come true, especially now that he knew the man better. At the very least it meant that he had one other person at Hogwarts who supported him one hundred percent.

-Blood-

Remus wasn't at all surprised to hear a knock on his door later that evening, not long after dinner in fact. Pulling open the door, he let out a loud 'oof' noise as a small, solid weight hit him in the middle. Closing his arms, he pulled his godson (because yes he considered Orion his godson) tight against him.

"Hey kiddo," he said with a chuckle, ignoring Draco's snort of amusement. "Why don't you two come in," he added, stepping aside and letting the pair of blond teens invade his small living chambers. "How did you two find me? I had expected to be accosted in class tomorrow since I have yet to tell any students where I am located."

"Uncle Sev told us," Draco said with a grin. "He, like the rest of the world, isn't immune to Orion's puppy-dog eyes."

"Ah, Sirius has those as well, I had warned him not to teach you those," Remus said, bustling about and preparing a pot of tea.

Orion just laughed and shrugged, settling himself on Remus' couch and curling up almost immediately.

"I am glad you two decided to visit however," Remus said as he poured them each a cup of tea. "I am so sorry I didn't get a chance to tell you that I was taking this position," he added, sitting down next to Orion, smiling when the teen immediately leaned against him.

"We understand that it was probably a bit difficult to let us know," Draco said, blowing lightly on his tea.

"It was rather last minute, your Father and Uncle decided that having another person in Hogwarts keeping an eye on you two and Dumbledore outweighed the cons of me being here," Remus said with a laugh.

"I can't say I'm at all upset, I get to see my two favourite boys and teach Defense all in one go." He grinned at the pair.

"Now we can have two favourite professors, right Dray?" Orion said with a grin. "Uncle Sev and Uncle Remy."

"Uncle Remy?" Remus choked out, staring at the two of them, amber eyes wide.

"Yes," Draco said with a grin, "we have an Uncle Sev, an Uncle Tom and now and Uncle Remy and Uncle Siri as well."

"I am honoured that you two think of me that way and I know Sirius will be so happy as well," Remus said, pulling Orion against him and hugging the teen tightly.

"You're family," Orion said firmly, grinning up at him, shocked at how safe he felt against firm chest of the man. "Family sticks together."

"Yes we do cub, yes we do," Remus said, eyes shining suspiciously.

"Cub?" Draco asked curiously, a grin on his face the term suited his little brother.

"Sirius and I used to call Orion that when he was a baby, my wolf has always considered Orion family so therefore he is cub, Sirius sometimes called him 'pup' as well, because of his animagus form," Remus said with a shrug.

"Cub," Draco rolled the word around in his mouth. "I like it, it suits you," he said, directing the last bit to his little brother. Orion huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Okay dragon" he responded, ignoring his brother's wide-eyed shocked and subsequent glare.

"Where did you hear that?" Draco hissed, eyes narrowing. "Who told you?" Who did the blond have to kill?

"Mum, in her last letter," Orion grinned cheekily, "if I'm cub then you're dragon."

"Lovely," Draco snorted. "Remind me to have a chat with our mother about things she is allowed to tell you."

Remus chuckled; he absolutely loved seeing them interact together, the natural banter was adorable, not that he'd tell Draco that.

"Right like she'll listen to you." Orion said with a small laugh. "She doesn't listen to Uncle Tom, I doubt her fifteen- year -old son is more intimidating then him."

"I can be fairly intimidating when I so desire," Draco said with a huff. "Besides I'll appeal to her vanity, buy her something nice perhaps."

"You mean you'll bribe her? Our mother? Slytherins!" Orion said dramatically, letting his head fall back against Remus' shoulder.

"You're one of us now; you can't say Slytherins so condescendingly!" Draco protested.

"Yes well..." Orion trailed off, frowning as he tried to think of a good argument. Draco chuckled, finishing off his tea.

"Are you two quite finished?" Remus asked curiously. "I only ask because it will be curfew soon and I'd like to hear about how school is going."

"It's going alright," Orion said with a sigh. "I'm still having some problems with writing with my left hand, and spells." He held out his hand for Remus' inspection.

"It looks much better then it did at Christmas time," Remus said, shocked by how far Orion's healing had come. "But still not as much mobility as you'd like?"

"No, only forty percent, which is the most I can hope for according to my healer."

"Ah that's too bad, maybe I can tutor you if you'd like. Work on spells with your left hand? Writing isn't exactly my thing of course, but spells are right up my alley," Remus offered.

"I'd like that," Orion said with a grin, pulling his hand back to his chest and leaning back against Remus contently.

"I'll set up a time, I'm sure Severus will be agreeable." Remus said softly before Draco began to regale Remus with tales of his Quidditch escapades.

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