A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long! My parents' computer died, so they've been using my laptop for their internet access, which as meant considerably less time for me to write! I hope this chapter is worth the wait.
Also, just to let you know, I went back to school on Monday, and I have students again on Thursday. So far things aren't too busy for me, but I am teaching two classes I've never had before, so I may have to put a lot of time into planning. We'll see how it goes, but hopefully it won't interfere with updating too much!
This is the point when we enter into the main part of the story. Things will really start to heat up from this chapter on.
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Call to Arms
25 June 1995Remus smiled to himself as he put down the last page of his goddaughter's most recent letter. He had received it only that morning; she had written to tell him of her Defense Against the Dark Arts exam and the trip home that had ended her third year at Beauxbatons. Her last line reminded him that he had promised to visit that summer. He smiled wider as he picked up a piece of parchment to respond. He knew she would be thrilled to know that he had already made plans to visit the next month – she would probably be as excited as he was.
He had only advanced so far as to write the date and "Dear Laura" at the top of the page when he heard a loud, staccato knocking at the door. He frowned slightly as he looked at the clock, wondering who would be calling so late at night. He rarely had visitors; visitors who knocked rather that Flooing or Apparating straight into the house were even less common.
The knocking grew louder and more insistent. Still frowning, Remus stood and went to the door, pulling his wand from his robes as he walked. He opened the door cautiously, gripping his wand at his side. The gaunt, underfed face before him broke into a smile as the door swung open.
"Well, it's about time! I was beginning to think you weren't home, and then where would I be?"
Completely shocked, Remus grabbed the door to keep himself on his feet. "Sirius?" he exclaimed.
"Yes, it's me. Would you mind letting me in? I'm afraid that the dementors will find me if I stand out here in the open much longer."
"Of course," Remus said, opening the door all the way and standing aside so that his friend could enter the house. "I'm sorry – I didn't think – Sirius, what are you doing here?"
Sirius laughed, the old barking laugh that Remus remembered from their childhood together. "Carry on like that and you're going to make me feel horribly unwelcome. Aren't you happy to see me?"
"Of course I am, but this is completely unexpected," Remus replied, hoping to jar some sense into his friend. "You're hiding from the Ministry, Sirius. Why on earth would you come here?"
"I'm here on Dumbledore's orders, mate."
"Dumbledore's orders?" Remus frowned. "Why would he send you here?"
"Well, you do live in the middle of nowhere. It makes a good place to hide out," Sirius said as he sat down on the couch.
"I doubt that Dumbledore thought this was the perfect hideout," Remus laughed. "Do you have any idea how many times the Ministry has come to search my house? They're well aware that we're old friends. In fact, this is probably one of the worst places for you to be if you want to stay hidden."
Sirius smiled. "All right, so I'm only supposed to be here for a little while. But, Remus, we have important work to do while I'm here."
"Oh?" Remus asked, sitting down in his favorite chair. "Sirius, what on earth is going on? You show up at my door out of nowhere and give me these cryptic answers . . ."
"I'll tell you the whole story," Sirius promised. "But could I have a drink first? It's been a long journey from Hogwarts."
"You were at Hogwarts?" Remus asked as he stood to go to the kitchen.
"I was being quite serious when I said I was here on Dumbledore's orders," Sirius replied. "I left Hogwarts last night, and I've been traveling all day to get here."
"And I suppose you're going to tell me why you came here?" Remus called from the kitchen.
"All in good time," Sirius replied good-naturedly.
Remus reappeared with a tray of tea and sandwiches, which he placed on the coffee table.
"Food, too?" Sirius grinned. "Thanks, Moony."
"Well, at the risk of sounding like my mother, you look thin," Remus replied. "To be perfectly honest, you look awful. When was the last time that you had decent meal?"
Sirius looked at him blankly for a moment, then shrugged. "You probably don't want to know."
He promptly began to inhale the food. Remus watched him for a moment in a mixture of surprise and disgust, then pointed his wand at the plate to make it refill itself.
"Thanks, Moony," Sirius said again with a wide grin. "I knew you'd take good care of me."
"Don't mention it," Remus said. "Are you ready to talk now?"
"Getting impatient in our old age, aren't we?"
Remus sighed, knowing that Sirius wouldn't talk until he was good and ready. "Fine, I'll wait like a good boy. How are you?"
"Well, I've been better, that's for sure. Life on the run isn't quite what I expected it to be." He looked pensive for a moment. "Then again, I've been far worse. Compared to the twelve years leading up to this, it's been great."
Remus didn't quite know how to respond to that. "Sirius, I –"
"Stop," Sirius said quickly, knowing what his friend was going to say. "It's not your fault, Remus."
Remus stood up and began pacing the room. "I can't stop thinking that it is," he said, turning to face Sirius.
"You certainly didn't do anything to put me in Azkaban," Sirius replied. An ugly expression came over his face. "That would be Peter's doing."
"But I didn't do anything to get you out of Azkaban, either," Remus protested. "If I just would have thought about it a bit more, maybe I would have realized that there was no way you would ever do that to James and Lily. If I had seen that, I would have known that you didn't kill all those people. If I had taken that to the Ministry . . ."
"Nothing would have changed," Sirius said with a sad smile. He sighed. "We're old friends, Remus. Of course you'd do anything or say anything to try to prove my innocence. They would never take your word over Dumbledore's – and believe me, I've already forgiven both of you for any role you think you had in my incarceration."
Remus nodded shakily. "Thank you.
"Don't mention it. And I don't want to ever hear or anyone else try to take the blame for what happened again."
"Agreed," Remus replied, knowing that the discussion was closed. He cast around for a topic to alter the course of the conversation. "Where have you been this year?"
"Everywhere, it seems. I spent some time in the Canary Islands – I wanted to see if it was really the paradise James and Lily always talked it up to be."
"And?"
"I can see why they loved it so much," he smiled. "It's gorgeous, Remus. You should go sometime."
"Oh, I'll just put that right into my schedule for next week."
"Such sarcasm," Sirius grinned. "Could it be that someone doesn't like the quiet life of a former professor? If that's the case, I think I have the solution for you."
Remus realized his opening. "Sirius, you know that I am thrilled to see you. But, please, tell me why you're risking your freedom to be here."
Sirius sobered at once, and pushed the plate of sandwiches away. "Things are getting scary, Moony."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know that Harry was in the Triwizard Tournament, right?"
Remus smiled. "How could I have missed it? It was all over the papers." He shook his head. "I still can't quite understand how he got in, though. I mean, all the news leading up to the announcement of the champions was about how strict security was going to be, and about the very firm rule that all the contestants had to be over seventeen."
"Yes, that was a problem that had Dumbledore pretty confused, too," Sirius replied. "And, believe me, Harry's been a wreck since all this started."
"You've spoken to him?" Remus asked eagerly. "How is he? He's done fantastically well in the tournament. I've been following it in the Daily Prophet. I must say, I've been very impressed with him. I didn't think someone so young could do so well."
"No one did," Sirius acknowledged. "I've been corresponding with him all year – and I spoke to him in person a few times – trying to help him stay alive. He really came through like a star. James would have been really proud of him."
"Yes, he would have," Remus agreed quietly, thinking of his fallen friend.
"I saw him yesterday, after the third task," Sirius added.
"How did he do?" Remus asked. "I looked in the paper today, but it didn't say anything about who had won."
"Well, Harry won, in a manner of speaking," Sirius said.
"What does that mean?"
"He and the other Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory, made it to the end of the maze at the same time. They agreed to share the victory, and both grabbed the cup together. But it wasn't just a cup – it was a portkey."
"A portkey?" Remus repeated with a frown. "Where did it take them? Back outside the maze?"
"Way outside the maze," Sirius corrected. "It had been planted there by a Death Eater. It took them to Voldemort."
Remus dropped his teacup, oblivious to the fact that it shattered, spilling hot tea all over the floor. "What?" he whispered. "How is that possible?"
"Which part?" Sirius asked.
"All of it."
"Well, the Death Eater was impersonating Moody. He had kidnapped him, controlled him with the Imperius, and used his hair to create Polyjuice all year."
"Oh, God," Remus murmured. "And that fooled Dumbledore?"
"Yes," Sirius replied. "He didn't know until last night, when the imposter took Harry away from him when he got back to the school."
"Who was it?"
"Barty Crouch."
"Barty Crouch?" Remus yelled. "That man had more Death Eaters captured –"
"Wrong Barty Crouch," Sirius interrupted with a grim smile. "It was his son."
"What?" Remus frowned. "His son died years ago."
"So we thought," Sirius replied. "It was all an elaborate ruse – but it's another story for another time. For now, suffice it to say that he was indeed the Death Eater he was thrown into Azkaban for being."
"Right," Remus agreed. "Tell me about what happened to Harry."
"Well, like I said, Crouch had planted the portkey in the maze. When Harry touched it, it took him and Cedric to the graveyard in Voldemort's father's hometown."
"And you said that Voldemort was there?"
"Yes."
"Does that mean that he has a body again?"
"According to Harry, he didn't have much of a body at first. But he used a very complex spell to restore himself to his body. He used some sort of essence from his father's grave, Harry's blood . . ."
"And what else?" Remus asked, his face twisting as though he felt ill.
"And Peter's right hand."
"Peter? As in Pettigrew?"
"Yes. Apparently, he cut off his right hand for his master. Dropped it into the cauldron Voldemort was using to bring himself back to life."
"At least he can't hold a wand anymore," Remus said harshly.
"Don't be so sure," Sirius said. Concern flickered in his eyes. "Harry said that Voldemort gave him a new hand – a silver hand." He paused. "You'd better stay away from him, Moony. God only knows what he'd do to you with that hand."
"I'll keep my distance," Remus promised. "Is Harry all right? How much of his blood did he take?"
"Just a bit," Sirius said. "He said that Voldemort used Harry's blood to destroy the protection that Lily gave him by dying for him. For the first time since – since the night she died, he was able to touch Harry's skin without horrible pain."
Remus shook his head, but didn't say anything. He wasn't sure he would be able to speak past the lump in his throat.
"Once it was all over, once the potion was complete, Voldemort emerged with his new body – and, Remus, he forced Harry to duel with him."
"What?" Remus exclaimed.
Sirius nodded, his eyes shining with pride. "He made it, Remus. He dueled with Voldemort and made it out alive."
"How did he do it?" Remus asked in awe. "There are so many adult wizards, so many powerful wizards who were defeated by him . . ."
"He was saved by James and Lily again," Sirius said, his eyes suddenly very bright. "He said that his wand connected with Voldemort's, forcing one of them to regurgitate its spells in reverse order –"
"The reverse spell affect?" Remus frowned. "Why did that happen?"
"Their wands are brothers," Sirius explained. "So Dumbledore says. Both of them have phoenix feather cores – and both the feathers came from Fawkes."
"Oh, my," Remus whispered. "So Harry saw the shadows of Voldemort's victims? Of his parents?"
Sirius nodded. "They attacked Voldemort and gave Harry time to run for it." A tear slid down his cheek. "Can you even imagine -?" His voice broke.
"He made it," Remus said fiercely, leaning forward. "He made it, Sirius. He's strong – and he's their son."
Sirius nodded. "Of course he made it," he said. "He's a little bit of both of them – which makes him one of the most powerfully magical people this world will ever see."
Remus nodded. "I am amazed that Voldemort let him get away, though. I would think . . ." He shook his head. "I'm not used to thinking of him working without assistance."
"Well, he wasn't," Sirius said.
"I'm not counting Peter."
"Neither am I," Sirius agreed. "But this is the most important part, Remus. Once Voldemort had his body restored, he summoned his Death Eaters back."
Remus's eyes widened as the full scope of what was happening hit him. "So it's starting again?" he asked. "Everything that we lived through before, everything that we fought so hard to stop – it's all going to happen again?"
"It looks that way," Sirius said grimly. "But it's going to be different this time."
"How so?"
"We know what to expect," Sirius said. "Like you said, Remus, we've fought this evil before. We have at least a general idea of what's likely to happen. And this time we know that it's coming. He's not going to take us by surprise."
Remus nodded. "Has the Ministry been alerted?"
Sirius laughed mirthlessly. "Alerted? Fudge was there when Harry came back! He's heard the whole story, but refuses to believe a word of it."
"What?" Remus yelled. "How could he refuse to believe it?"
"Well, there are two reasons," Sirius said. "First, he's been reading all the stories in the Prophet about Harry – so now he believes he's unbalanced. Second, he's not about to let anything jeopardize his job – and Voldemort coming back on his watch would certainly do that."
Remus dropped his head into his hands. "So he's not going to do anything over some stupid stories and the fear of losing his job?"
"That's about it, yeah."
Remus looked up again. "What can we do? How can we help put a stop to this?"
"That's why Dumbledore sent me here. We're supposed to round up all the old Order members who would still be interested in being a part of the movement. Dumbledore mentioned Mundungus and Mrs. Figg, but I'm sure he won't be disappointed if we come up with anyone else to join up again."
Remus nodded. "Good. We're going to need all the Order members we can find. We'll start on it tomorrow."
"Can't we start tonight?"
"Do you really think that Arabella Figg would appreciate us showing up at her place after ten?"
"All right," Sirius agreed reluctantly. "But we're starting first thing in the morning."
"Of course," Remus agreed, fire jumping into his eyes. "We're not going to let him have a chance to act before we're ready."
Remus awoke early the next morning. He tried to be quiet as he showered and dressed, not wanting to wake Sirius. He thought of his friend sleeping in his guest room and shook his head. He still couldn't believe that he was really there, in his house. He couldn't believe that after all these years, things were back to the way they had been – to the way they should always have been. Sirius's forgiveness meant so much to Remus – as much, he was sure, as Dumbledore had told him that his forgiveness meant to Sirius. The fact that they now had the chance to rebuild their friendship meant even more.
The guest room door was still closed when Remus left his room. He paused to listen, but couldn't hear any sounds from inside. He had apologized to Sirius for the rather Spartan state of the room the night before, but Sirius had laughed off his concerns. He had assured him that after the places he had slept in the past year, this sparse guest room was quite luxurious. Although they had a lot to do, Remus was content to let Sirius sleep, knowing that it was probably the first time in ages that he was able to sleep without concern about when he awoke.
Remus had finished cooking breakfast when Sirius stumbled downstairs, looking highly reminiscent of the young adult Remus had shared a flat with in London so many years ago. Remus grinned as he looked at his friend's tousled hair, bleary eyes, and bare feet.
"What are you smiling about?" Sirius asked. "It's not even ten o'clock and I'm out of bed!"
At this comment, Remus laughed outright. "Oh, it's true," he laughed. "No matter how much things change, they do stay the same."
"What on earth is that supposed to mean?" Sirius asked.
"It means that I've lived this moment before," Remus grinned. "I had almost forgotten how much you hated to get up in the morning. What brings you out of bed before noon?"
"This," Sirius replied, gesturing to the table. "How could I possibly sleep when I could smell bacon and coffee in the air?" He frowned slightly. "Though, if memory serves, you were never much of a coffee drinker."
"Laura was," Remus said softly. "I always have a cup in the morning now for her – in her memory, I suppose."
Sirius sat down and looked up at Remus. "You know, Remus, when – when everything went crazy and I was sent to Azkaban . . . I know you were still dealing with her death. How are you now?"
Remus smiled sadly. "I'll always miss her," he said simply. "She was my first love – my only love, truth be told. It doesn't hurt like it did then and it doesn't take the joy out of life like it did then, but losing her will always be a part of who I am."
"I wish I could have been there to help you more."
"I had Olivia and Dana – and Dana's Laura. That little girl means the world to me." He smiled. "Well, she's not really a 'little' girl anymore – she's fourteen now."
"Fourteen," Sirius repeated. "You know, I only saw her that one time when Dana brought her to meet all of us. In my mind, she's still a little baby."
"We'll have to fix that," Remus replied. "Now that you're back with me, I'll make sure that she comes over for a visit."
"Is Dana still in France?"
"Yes." He paused. "Olivia's there with her."
Sirius's eyes widened, and his face colored ever so slightly. "Liv moved to France?"
"Yes. She left right after – well, right after you did. Moody let her transfer to the British Auror office in France. She's been living down the street from Dana ever since then."
"What made her do that?"
Remus smiled sadly again. "The same thing that made Dana do it. She lost the love of her life."
Sirius swallowed hard and looked down for a moment. When he looked up again, his eyes were bright. "You know, Remus, in some ways, my life stopped when I went to Azkaban. Like I said, to me, Laura's still a baby – for that matter, so was Harry until I saw him last year. And Liv . . . do you think there's any chance she'd want to see me again?"
"Oh, yes," Remus smiled. "I take it there's a chance you'd want to see her again?"
"You have no idea," Sirius replied.
Remus nodded. "I'll see what can be arranged."
"Thank you, Moony," Sirius said in a hoarse whisper. "Thank you so much."
"You're welcome," Remus replied. He took a deep breath. "But before we reunite you and Olivia, we need to reunite the Order of the Phoenix."
"Who's first on the list?" Sirius asked as they prepared to leave to alert their fellow Order members.
"Mrs. Figg," Remus replied. "We're going to Apparate to her street."
"Okay."
"Listen, Sirius, I know she lives right by Harry, but we can't go over there. He can't know what's going on."
Sirius's face twisted slightly. "We should check on him."
"That's what Arabella is supposed to be doing. You know that. She's been keeping an eye on him since the day Dumbledore took him to Petunia. We can't interfere in her mission. You know that she takes Dumbledore's orders as seriously as the rest of us, and if we try to check on him, she's going to think we're interfering – and we don't want her to be upset with us if we're asking her to rejoin the Order."
Sirius sighed. "I know you're right. I know you are. It's just hard to be so close to him yet not talk to him or even just look in on him."
"I know," Remus said softly. "I spent months with him in that school, unable to tell him who I am or how special he is to me. I know this is difficult. But there's no way around it. It's all a game, Sirius; you know that. We just have to play it right."
"Yeah. I know."
"Good. Now, let's Apparate over there – and make sure you transform as soon as your feet hit the pavement."
"Yes, sir," he said good-naturedly.
They both Disapparated. When he opened his eyes again, Remus looked to his right in time to see Sirius transform into his Animagus form. With a grin, Remus patted the side of his leg.
"Come on, let's go," he said, acting for all the world as though Sirius were merely a beloved pet.
Sirius glared at him, but fell into step beside him.
They walked down the street to Mrs. Figg's house. Remus was glad that he had the address with him; even though he had been to her home before, he was not sure he would have been able to distinguish it from the other identical houses in the neighborhood.
"This is it," he said at last. "Come on, let's go see if she's home."
Sirius obediently followed Remus up the walk to the house. Remus knocked on the door and stepped back. After only a moment, he could hear footsteps approaching.
"Who's there?"
He smiled. "It's Remus Lupin, Arabella."
The door was thrown open, and Mrs. Figg looked up at him in amazement. "Remus Lupin!" she exclaimed. "I can't believe it! Look at you! I can't believe it's really you!"
"It's really me," he grinned.
She flung her arms around him to hug him tightly. "Come in, come in," she said when she had released him. "It's been far too long."
"It has," he agreed. He glanced down at Sirius. "Is it all right if my friend joins us?"
"Well – all right," she said hesitantly.
"He won't bother the cats," Remus assured her.
She nodded, and held the door to let them both in. She led them to the sitting room, where Remus sat down on the couch. Sirius curled up at his feet.
"Can I get you a drink?" Arabella asked.
"No, I'm fine."
"And your dog?"
"Actually, there's something you need to know about him," Remus said. "But you'd better sit down before I tell you."
She took a seat, and looked at him curiously.
"First, have you heard anything about Sirius Black?"
"Not recently," she said. "Last I heard, the Ministry still hadn't found him."
"And I hope they never do," Remus said.
"Look, Remus, I know he's an old friend of yours, but you can't honestly mean that. You know as well as I do what he did!"
"Well, that's sort of what I'm trying to tell you," Remus said slowly. "We've all been wrong about that for a long time."
"About what?"
"Arabella, Sirius didn't kill all those people. Peter Pettigrew did."
"Don't be ridiculous," she said dismissively. "Pettigrew's dead. How could he have killed anyone?"
"He's still alive," Remus said quietly. "Arabella, there are three things I came here for today. One of them is to tell you that Sirius Black is innocent of all the crimes he was accused of."
"Remus, are you sure?" she asked. "How do you know that Pettigrew's alive?"
"I've seen him," Remus said. "I talked to him. It all happened a year ago."
She shook her head. "I can't believe it," she said. "All those years, hiding. . . . What did he mean by doing that?"
"He couldn't let it be known that he had been a Death Eater," Remus said bitterly. "Better to remain dead and let the truth stay that way as well."
She looked at him for a long minute, then nodded. "You've always been honest with me, Remus. If you say it's true, I believe you."
"Well, you don't have to just take my word on all this." He looked down at the dog. "Sirius?"
Sirius looked up at him for a moment, then transformed. Mrs. Figg gasped.
"All that Remus said is true," he said quickly. "I would never hurt you or anyone else, Arabella."
She looked at him for a moment, then nodded. "When they told me what had happened, I was shocked. I never would have picked you for a murderer, Sirius."
"Well, I'm not," he said almost defiantly.
"I'm glad," she said softly. She looked back at Remus. "So, you said you have other things to tell me?"
"Yes," Remus said. "The next two are the reason that Dumbledore sent us here."
"You've seen Dumbledore?"
"I have," Sirius said. "Have you been reading about the Triwizard Tournament?"
"Of course," she smiled. "I've been keeping up with all that Harry does. He won! Did you know? I just saw it today. I couldn't believe how small the article was – everything else about the tournament has gotten far more coverage."
"That's because the Ministry doesn't want anything else about what happened getting out," Sirius said. "It's a long story, but we'll give you the summary. Harry was transported away from Hogwarts when he touched the Triwizard Cup. It had been planted by a Death Eater to take him to a graveyard where he was forced to participate in Voldemort's rebirth."
She screamed, and grabbed her chest. "He's back? You-Know-Who is back?"
"Yes," Sirius said quietly. "Harry witnessed the whole thing."
"But there's more," Remus added. "He's also called his Death Eaters back into service."
"So Dumbledore is calling us back into service," Sirius said. "He wants us to reform the Order of the Phoenix."
"Where do I need to go?" Mrs. Figg asked at once.
"You'd like to come back, then?" Sirius asked.
"Of course," she said. "I worked against him once before; of course I'm going to do it again. I've never stopped believing in Dumbledore. If he wants us back, I'll be there."
"Wonderful," Remus smiled, thankful that she had accepted all their stories without question. "We don't have any details yet, but we'll get them to you as soon as we can."
"I'll be waiting to hear from you."
"Well, that went well," Sirius said as they left.
"Exceedingly," Remus replied. "You need to transform before someone sees you."
"Yes, sir," Sirius grinned. He transformed, and they walked down the street to the point they had Apparated from.
"Now, this time we're off to Mundungus's house," Remus said. "Transform as soon as we get to his street again."
Sirius transformed back into his human form, and immediately Disapparated. Remus followed suit. They both reappeared in the rather shady neighborhood that Mundungus called home.
"Dung always did choose the nicest neighborhoods, didn't he?" Sirius said as he looked around.
"Transform!" Remus hissed. "A lot of wizards live around here! Anyone could see you!"
Without another word, Sirius transformed into the black dog. He again fell into step with Remus, who led him to Mundungus's house.
After a conversation similar to the one they had had with Arabella Figg, Mundungus was convinced of their story. He, too, agreed to join the Order without question.
"If Dumbledore wants us back, it must be serious," he said solemnly. "Thank you for letting me know. I'll be there whenever he needs me."
"That's what we're counting on," Sirius said. "Thanks, Dung. We knew you'd come back."
"Anything for Dumbledore," Mundungus replied.
"We'll be in touch," Remus said as they rose to leave.
Mundungus walked with them to the door. "I'll be here," he said as they left.
"Okay, so we know that Figg and Fletcher are in," Sirius said that night as he and Remus ate dinner together. "Anyone else you'd like to talk to about joining?"
Remus looked pensive for a moment. "I think maybe the Weasleys. They're like family to Harry; I'm sure they'd do anything for him."
"Right on both counts," Sirius said. "Molly and the oldest son – Bill, right? – came to Hogwarts to support Harry for the last task of the Triwizard. They believed Dumbledore and Harry in a heartbeat – even if Fudge didn't. They both said they'd do all they can to help."
"Good," Remus said. "They're a large and powerfully magical family – we need as many people like them as we can get."
"Maybe Moody will have some suggestions," Sirius said thoughtfully. "I'm sure he has a few Aurors who would be willing to join – people like Liv and I."
"He should probably talk to Liv," Remus commented. "She could get something going in France."
Sirius shook his head. "I still can't believe she's in France."
"She is for now," Remus said, watching him carefully. "But I'm sure she can be convinced to come over here for a visit . . ."
"Don't tempt me with more," Sirius said, holding up his hands. He sighed. "I don't know if I can stand it."
"I'll talk to her," Remus promised. "I'll arrange something as soon as I can."