A/N: I know! Remus is a moron! But, he's our moron, so we still love him. Right?

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Family

Remus straightened his robes, wishing they looked a bit nicer. While dinner with the Weasleys wasn't exactly the social event of the year, he would have liked to dress up a bit for it. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed.

"What can I do?" he asked his reflection. "Werewolves don't have much money."

He glanced at his watch and realized that he was on the verge of being late. He Disapparated from his hotel room, and reappeared in the Weasleys' yard. His knock on the front door was answered by Bill, who greeted him with a grin.

"Hi, Remus," Bill said. "Are you ready for the chaos that is about to ensue?"

"Chaos?" Remus asked as he stepped into the house. "What are you talking about?"

"This family, Harry, Hermione, you and Moody for dinner? It's going to be insane."

Remus laughed. "Well, I think a little insanity might be what I need."

"All right," Bill said, leading him through the house to the back yard, "but don't say I didn't warn you."

Molly – or, rather, Bill and the twins – had set up several long picnic tables for the occasion. Ginny, Hermione and Fleur were busy setting the tables. Remus grinned to notice Ginny and Hermione avoiding all nonessential conversation with Bill's fiancée. The twins were standing off to the side with Harry and Ron, undoubtedly discussing some new product line. Arthur and Moody were sitting at one end of the table, talking quietly. A harassed-looking Molly came out of the house carrying a platter of chicken.

"Ginny, come here and take this, please," she called. She looked across the yard and caught sight of Remus standing with Bill. "Remus! Hello!"

"Hi, Molly," Remus called back.

This interaction called everyone else's attention to the fact that he was there. Ginny and Hermione, obviously using him as an excuse not to deal with Fleur, practically ran across the yard to greet him.

"Hi, Professor Lupin!" they said as one.

"Hi, girls," he smiled. He wondered vaguely what it would take to make them drop the "Professor" and call him by his given name. "How have you been? Enjoying summer?"

"Oh, yes," Hermione smiled.

"I've had better," Ginny said, shooting her brother a murderous look.

"Ginny, enough," Bill sighed. "I'm marrying her, so you need to get over it."

She stuck her tongue out at him, then ran off at a call from her mother. Arthur took the opportunity to shake his hand.

"Remus," he smiled. "So glad you could make it."

"Thank you for the invitation," Remus smiled. "I don't get to experience a family dinner all that often – at least, not a family dinner on this scale."

"Few do, Remus, few do," Arthur smiled.

"Lupin," Moody said, shaking his hand. "How's my girl?"

Remus's eyes widened slightly at what he thought the older man might be implying. "I haven't seen her in a few days," he said, knowing that it would be useless to pretend that he didn't know to whom Moody was referring.

"Alexander is working her too hard," Moody growled. "I'm not saying she isn't ready to run a mission. She certainly is ready for it – has been for some time now. I just think he may have started her off with something a little over her head."

"I think she'll do well," Remus said. "She seems very dedicated to doing a good job."

Moody nodded. "Oh, she'll succeed. I'll make sure of it."

"Hi, Professor Lupin."

Remus turned to see the Weasley boys and Harry grinning at him. He smiled back. "Hello to all of you." He shook hands around the group, ending with Harry. He gave him a wide smile. "How's your summer going, Harry?"

Harry grinned. "Excellent," he said. "I still can't believe I'm here and not back with the Dursleys. Dumbledore really came through for me." He paused. "And thank you, too, Professor, for coming with the group to threaten them. It really helped."

Remus smiled, trying to ignore the way his heart twisted to hear Harry using "Professor" to address him. The others had known him first as a teacher, but Harry had known him as "Uncle Remus" long before his tenure at Hogwarts. He doesn't remember it, Remus reminded himself. He was just a baby – barely old enough to walk or to talk. "I'm glad it helped," he said aloud. "And I'm glad that summer is going so well for you."

"Definitely better than last year," Harry grinned.

"Let's sit down, everyone," Molly called.

They all moved toward the table, where the younger Weasleys dove to claim the seats they wanted. Remus smiled to see Harry and Hermione readily partake in what he was sure was a family tradition. He had to hide his grin when he noticed that Ginny had placed herself between Hermione and Ron and across from Fred and George. She was clearly trying her hardest to escape from her future sister-in-law.

"Here, Professor, have a seat," Fred said, pulling out the chair next to him.

"Thanks, Fred," Remus said, sitting down. "You know," he said, looking around to include the twins, Ron, Ginny, Harry and Hermione, "you don't have to call me 'Professor' anymore. I haven't been your teacher in years."

"What else would we call you?" Ron asked with a bewildered frown.

"Just 'Remus' would be fine," he replied with a smiled.

The teenagers all looked at one another in shock.

"I don't know if we can do it," George said, shaking his head. "We can try, if it'll make you feel better."

"I'll take what I can get," Remus said, dropping his napkin into his lap.

"Have you talked to Tonks recently, Remus?" Molly asked from the other end of the table. "She was looking a bit off the last time I saw her."

"I was just telling Mad-Eye that I haven't seen her in a few days," Remus replied a bit uncomfortably. There was no mistaking what Molly was implying.

"I invited her to come to dinner today, but she declined," Molly pressed, giving Remus a significant look.

"I expect she's quite busy with work," Remus said evenly.

"Hm," Molly replied.

Harry, Hermione and Ron exchanged a worried glance. Remus looked at them questioningly.

"Problems?" he asked lightly.

"We're a bit worried about Tonks," Hermione confessed. "She hasn't seemed herself recently."

"She's been very busy," Remus said. "You can imagine how much work Voldemort's return to the public eye has created for the Aurors."

"I suppose that's true," Hermione said in a tone that clearly implied that she thought there was more to the story. "You've tried to talk to her, right?"

"Of course," Remus said, wondering exactly how much this very astute little girl knew, or what exactly she thought she knew. "She's just having a rough time of it right now."

Hermione looked at Harry. "I can understand that," she said quietly. "A lot of people lost something that night in the Ministry."

Harry rolled his eyes. "You can just say it, Hermione. You think that she's upset over Sirius dying."

"Of course she is," Remus said, seizing on this. "He was her cousin."

"I thought they weren't that close," Ron argued.

"Family always matters, Ron," Remus said lightly. "You should know that."

"Except when that family is a very pompous older brother," Fred said, using far more force than was necessary to cut his meat. "In that case, said older brother can spend the rest of his days trying to pull his head out of his arse without the help of his family."

Ron, George and Ginny laughed.

"Being family doesn't make you loved automatically," Harry said. Something flashed in his eyes. "Being related to someone doesn't mean you have to care about them."

"You don't care about your family, Harry?" Remus asked mildly.

"Not particularly," Harry said, trying to make it sound like he was bored with the entire conversation.

"I think you do care," Remus said. "You didn't leave your cousin to be kissed by the dementors, did you?"

Harry sighed. "I couldn't just leave him, Professor."

Remus smiled. "Even when we don't think we care at all about someone, we are rarely eager to see them hurt, to see them suffer, or to see them die. Do you see my point? Even though Sirius was indeed in Azkaban for most of Tonks's life, she still knew him as her cousin. She still cared about him. She never wanted to see him die. Of course she is sad that he's gone."

"See?" Hermione said, giving the boys a triumphant look. "I told you – she's terribly upset over the whole thing. Professor Lupin is right. Family does matter."

Although Remus was glad to have Hermione back him up, he inwardly sighed at the continued use of his former title. Retraining this group could take quite awhile.

"I'll tell you one thing," Ginny said in a low voice, "I don't care if she is marrying my brother – it'll be a cold day in hell before I acknowledge Phlegm as my sister."

Fred and George both laughed.

"Ginny, I really think you're overreacting."

"Fred, I really think you don't live here anymore," Ginny replied. "I really think you don't see what happens every day."

"And I really think you've been telling me that Mum is going to put a stop to this marriage before it can happen," George said. He chuckled dismissively. "Isn't that what you said? That she's been trying to get Bill to leave Fleur for Tonks?"

Remus stopped himself just before choking on his water. He put his glass back down on the table and took his time wiping his mouth.

"Well, you find me another reason that she keeps trying to get Tonks to come over!" Ginny said defensively.

"Ginny, I really think she's just trying to be nice to Tonks," Fred said. "You know how Mum is. She'd adopt everyone in the world if she could. Why do you think these two are here?" He jerked his head toward Harry and Hermione. "She's already pretty much made Harry and Hermione family members, so she needed a new project. Enter Tonks."

"Well, I still think she's trying to get rid of Phlegm," Ginny said stubbornly.

"Stop using that name, or Mum will hear you," Ron said. "You know how she is about it. We do not need a scene at dinner."

"I disagree, Ronnie," Fred said. "I mean, George and I came all the way here for dinner. I think we deserve a bit of entertainment. A floor show, if you will." He looked at Remus. "And, we have guests! Even better. Free entertainment for the whole crowd."

Remus smiled. "I'll be fine without the show, thank you. I've seen displays of temper before."

"But not like Mum's, you haven't," George grinned.

"You'd be surprised," Remus said, thinking of Sirius.

They made it through dinner without any displays of temper. After the meal, they all sat chatting companionably until Moody realized how late it was.

"I'd best get home," he said. "Thank you, Molly, Arthur. It's been wonderful, as always."

"You'll have to come again soon," Molly said. "Oh, Remus, are you leaving, too?"

"Yes, I'm afraid I have to," Remus said. "Thank you, Molly. Everything was wonderful."

The younger members of the party all shouted farewells to Remus from across the yard. Bill and Fleur were sitting together in conversation and the others were going to find brooms to play an impromptu game of Quidditch, Fred yelling to Bill that "only old men sit out Quidditch to talk to their fiancées."

"Have you had time to think about what I said?" Arthur asked in a low voice.

Remus smiled sadly. "I've made the right decision."

"Is that why both of you are miserable?" Molly asked pointedly.

"I've already gotten this from Olivia," Remus sighed.

"Well," Molly said, "maybe it bears repeating."

He shook his head. "By the way, your children think you're trying to get Bill to leave Fleur for Tonks. They think that's the reason you keep inviting her over."

Molly laughed. "Ah, if only," she teased. "No, Tonks and Bill are good friends, but I know it won't go anywhere from there. Even before there was Fleur, I knew he would never date her. For one thing, I just don't see any chemistry between them. And even if there was something there, she dated Charlie, and those two boys have a strict policy against dating each other's former girlfriends. They're afraid it would come between them."

"Makes sense," Remus said.

She nodded. "Besides, I know that her heart belongs to someone else."

Remus gave her another sad smile. "Good night, Molly. Thank you for everything. You, too, Arthur."

"Come again anytime," Arthur said. "You know you have an open invitation."

"Thanks." Remus smiled one last time before Disapparating.

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"So, that's it?" Dana asked. "You're through with her?"

"I don't know if that's the right way to put it," Remus said mildly. "I wasn't ever really with her. It's not as though we've broken up."

Dana and Laura were helping Remus and Olivia move into their new flat. Dana and Remus were arranging the third bedroom into a library, while Olivia and Laura were organizing the kitchen. Dana was using her time alone with Remus to get the full, unabridged version of what had happened between him and Tonks the week before.

"Remus, I know you had feelings for her," Dana said, taking books from a box and stacking them up on the floor. "Don't try to tell me that this isn't hard for you."

"Of course it's hard for me," Remus sighed as he slid the desk chair across the room to join the desk under the window. "But, Dana, it was the right thing to do. She deserves so much more than me."

"I don't know how anyone could possibly be 'more than you,'" Dana said. "Remus, I don't understand how you can't see how wonderful you are."

He smiled slightly. "You're biased."

Whatever comment Dana would have made was cut off by a shriek from the kitchen. Remus and Dana looked at one another for a second, then bolted for the kitchen, both pulling out their wands as they ran.

"He's coming, he's coming, he's coming!"

Remus and Dana stopped short at the doorway. They both stood there as though dumbstruck, watching Laura clutch a piece of parchment to her chest while she jumped up and down. Olivia laughed at them.

"We're not under attack, so you can put your wands away," she said. "Laura just received an owl." She shrugged. "Apparently, it's good news."

"Mum!" Laura yelled, bouncing to her side. "Look! Pierre wrote me back and said his parents gave him permission to visit! He'll be here next week!"

"That's great," Dana smiled. "Does he say when he'll get here?"

Laura looked back at the parchment. "He'll be here on Friday afternoon."

"Well, that gives us plenty of time to get ready." She looked at Remus. "How about coming over for dinner on Friday?"

"Just tell me what time, and I'll be there."

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Promptly at four o'clock, as prearranged, Remus knocked on Dana's front door. The door was thrown open so quickly that Remus was certain that Laura had been standing in the foyer waiting for a knock. He grinned at the disappointed look on her face when she saw that he was the one standing on her doorstep.

"Not sad to see me, are you?" he asked, kissing her cheek.

"No," she smiled. "I just thought that you might be Pierre."

Remus glanced at his watch. "I thought he wasn't due for another half hour."

"I was hoping he might be early."

"He still might be."

She nodded. "Mum's in the kitchen, if you want to say hello."

"Thanks, love."

Remus left her alone to hold vigil for Pierre, and made his way to the kitchen. Dana was in the midst of making dinner, throwing spells around so fast that it nearly made Remus's head spin.

"Do you think what you're doing counts as a battle technique?"

She jumped and turned to face him. "Gracious, Remus! You nearly scared me to death!"

He laughed and crossed to kiss her cheek. "Sorry. That wasn't my intention."

She ran a hand through her hair distractedly. "Is Laura still waiting by the door?"

"Yes."

"She's been there since three," Dana sighed. "I hope Pierre isn't late. I don't know if she could stand it."

"I'm sure he'll be here on time."

Dana bit her lip. "This whole thing makes me so nervous, Remus."

He smiled. "I know, love. But you'll get through it. Everything will be fine."

"I hope you're right."

"I am. If James's parents could handle meeting Lily and accepting that their little boy was dating her, you can certainly do the same for Laura."

She smiled. "I guess you're right. They did have trouble with the idea that James was old enough to do much of anything."

Remus smiled again. "Everything will be fine," he repeated. "Now, what can I do to help?"

They worked together in companionable silence for nearly half an hour before they heard a knock on the door. Seconds later, they heard Laura squeal.

"Well, let's get this over with," Dana said, brushing her hair back from her eyes.

"Wait a minute, Mum," Remus said, catching her arm. "Let's give them some time to say hello."

She looked at him in surprise. "Remus, this is Laura's boyfriend. She brought him here to meet me. I have to go greet him."

"Yes, of course," Remus said. "But, give them a minute to say hello to one another first. Don't you remember how it was when we were at Hogwarts? It was so hard to leave our significant others for holidays. Remember how desperate you were to talk to Aidan alone after time apart?"

"I suppose you're right on that."

Remus smiled. "It wasn't that long ago that we were that age, Dana. We have to try to remember what it was like. It helps us understand her better."

"Right," she said with a nod. "We'll give them some space."

"Good."

She glanced at her watch. "How long do we have to give them?"

"Two minutes," Remus said, knowing that she would explode if he suggested any longer amount of time.

"I think I can live through that."

"I think so, too."

The two minutes had nearly expired when they heard Laura's voice.

"Mum?"

"Thank goodness," Dana said. She raised her voice to respond to her daughter, "We're in the kitchen, darling!"

The door swung open, and Laura entered the room, followed closely by a young man. Remus's initial impression was of his height. Pierre stood at least a head taller than Laura; he was several inches taller than Remus. He smiled nervously as Laura introduced him to Dana in French.

French.

Remus had never considered this problem. While Dana and Laura were fluent in the language after living in France for so many years, he only knew a few words – certainly not enough to keep up with this rapid-fire conversation. Dana glanced at him and smiled sympathetically.

"Does Pierre speak English?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," Laura said. She looked at Remus and blushed. "I didn't think about it – we always speak to one another in French and you speak it, too, Mum … I'm sorry, Uncle Remus." She paused for breath and smiled. "Pierre, this is Remus Lupin, my godfather."

"I am pleased to meet you," Pierre said in heavily accented English. "Laura always speaks of you very highly."

"And of you," Remus said, shaking the young man's hand. "I've been looking forward to meeting you."

"Laura, why don't you show Pierre where he'll be staying? We'll have dinner in a few minutes."

"Okay," Laura agreed. She turned to Pierre and said something in French, and he followed her out of the room.

"Oh, this could be a difficult meal," Dana sighed. "I never thought that we'd have to remind them to speak English for you."

Remus smiled. "Maybe I should have learned French when I had the chance."

She shook her head. "He can obviously speak English fine. They just have to get used to speaking it while they're here."

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Dinner was, as Dana had feared, a linguistic nightmare. Laura and Pierre frequently lapsed into French. Each time, it took several moments before Dana would realize that they had switched languages and remind them to speak English while Remus was there. By the end of the meal, Remus felt as though his head was spinning and his ears were ringing. He had never spent so much time being so confused by normal conversation in his life.

After dinner, Remus and Dana cleaned up while Laura showed Pierre around the neighborhood. The two teenagers were under strict orders to be home before dark. Laura immediately agreed, knowing that while Diagon Alley was safe enough during the day, one could never be too careful at night.

"You don't have to bother forcing them to speak English while I'm here," Remus said. "I don't want to make them uncomfortable."

"Oh, no," Dana said, her eyes flashing. "She's being inconsiderate, and I will not have that. And, Remus, this is for you. I've never seen her refuse to do anything for you before." She shook her head. "I don't know about this."

"He seems like a very nice, well-mannered young man," Remus said soothingly. "Just because he speaks French in front of me doesn't make him a bad influence on her."

She shook her head. "You're right, of course. I just can't quite think that anyone is good enough for my Laura."

Remus smiled. "Well, he still has time to convince you. How long is he here?"

"Until Sunday night." She smiled. "I hope we can all make it that long."

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"Laura, I need to run out to the store," Dana said in French, popping her head into the living room where Laura and Pierre were playing chess. "Will you be all right on your own until I get back?" Speaking French had become second nature during the few days that Pierre had been with them.

Laura rolled her eyes before responding, also in French. "I think I can handle not burning down the house."

"I'd appreciate it," Dana smiled. "I'll be back in about an hour, I'd say."

Laura nodded, her main focus the chessboard in front of her. "Fine."

Dana shook her head, and left the house. She hurried her shopping, hoping to be home sooner rather than later. While she trusted her daughter not to "burn down the house," she was a bit nervous leaving her alone given the current security issues the country was facing.

Surprisingly, the idea that she had just left her teenager daughter alone with her boyfriend never entered her thoughts. She had taken Remus quite seriously when he had suggested that it would help if she remembered what it was like to be a teenager. For some reason, all she could remember was giggling in her dormitory with Olivia, Lily and Kathleen over the fact that Aidan had asked her to go to Hogsmeade with him. The raging hormones that led them to snog in broom closets were somehow forgotten.

She finished her shopping quicker than she had anticipated, and made her way home. She put her purchases down in the kitchen, and went into the living room to tell Laura that she was back.

Laura wasn't there.

Dread filled her. Where could she be? She knew enough not to leave while Dana was out, and certainly not without telling her where she would go. If she hadn't left on her own, that only left one alternative.

Panic threatened to seize her, but she refused to allow it to take over. So she wasn't in the living room. She had to be somewhere. Although her first instinct was to scream for her, her Order training had taught her never to call attention to herself. She pulled out her wand, and began moving through the house as quietly as possible. If Laura had been attacked … if the Death Eaters were still there, surprise was her best ally.

Dana made it through the first floor without finding her daughter. The panic rose up in her throat as she climbed the stairs. Maybe she's just in her room.

Laura's bedroom door was closed. Dana hesitated a second, terrified of what she might find inside the room. She gripped the doorknob, and slowly turned it, opening the door, staring in shock at the scene playing out before her.

She would almost have rather found her daughter being tortured by Death Eaters.

Laura was lying on her bed, with Pierre on top of her, snogging with completely abandon. Utter horror filled Dana at the sight. The only positive she could find in the situation was that both teenagers were still fully clothed.

"Laura!" she shrieked.

Pierre jumped off Laura, who sat bolt upright. Her face, which had been flushed as a result of her recent activity, turned beet red.

"Mum," she whispered.

"Don't you 'Mum' me!" Dana exclaimed. All thought of speaking French to make it easier for Pierre was gone. High emotions always forced her back into her native language. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Er …"

"Haven't I taught you better? Don't you know – how could you – how dare you – what were you thinking –?" There were so many questions to ask that they all ran together.

"Mum!" Laura finally yelled. "How dare you? This is my room! You can't just barge in on me! You need to have some respect for my privacy!"

"Not if this is the way you're going to behave when I give you privacy!" Dana yelled back. "This is completely unacceptable behavior!"

"I don't see why!" Laura yelled, her eyes filling with tears. "I wasn't doing anything wrong, Mum!"

Dana's eyes sparkled dangerously. "You know very well what you've done wrong, Laura."

Laura remained silent, but held her head up. She was not going to let her mother make her feel ashamed for kissing her boyfriend.

Laura's silence almost scared Dana more than anything she could have said. She collected herself. "Downstairs. Now."

"Why?" Laura asked mutinously.

"Because that way I'll be able to watch what you're doing for the last hour of Pierre's visit."

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"So you caught them snogging?" Olivia asked, trying to keep the laughter from her eyes.

"Yes," Dana sighed. She buried her face in her hands. "It was one of the lower moments of my life, I can assure you."

Remus grinned. "How did Laura take the whole thing?"

"I think 'not well' would be the understatement of the year. She barely spoke to me before he left, and she hasn't spoken to me at all since then."

"What's that, about sixteen hours?"

"Something like that."

"I don't see why you're so upset," Olivia shrugged.

"Liv, my daughter is giving me the silent treatment!"

"No, I mean about catching them snogging. I know it must have been awkward, but I think we've all snogged someone in our parents' houses. Am I right?"

"I'm sure I never snogged anyone in my parents' house," Dana said. She shook her head. "I'm in half a mind to make her break up with him."

"Whoa," Remus said. "Dana, I know you're upset, but you can't do that. It will completely ruin your relationship with her. She'd never forgive you for something like that. And, honestly, do you really think she'd obey you? They go to school together, you know. They could very easily just call it off while she's home with you, and then pick right up where they left off when they get back to Beauxbatons."

She gave him a half-hearted smile. "I could always have her transfer to Hogwarts."

"With the threat Hogwarts is under?" Olivia shook her head. "Don't even consider it."

"I know, I know. I just wish there was something I could do."

"Dana, all she did was snog him," Olivia said. "Is that really so bad?"

"Liv, this is my daughter. My little girl. I can't handle … if I think about the fact that she's snogging him, that opens the door to the idea that she's doing far more with him."

Olivia sighed, realizing that she would have to be the voice of reason. "Look, Dana, if she's going to shag him, she's going to shag him, and there's nothing you can do to change that."

Dana's horrified eyes swung from Olivia's face to Remus's.

"She's right, Dana," Remus sighed. He glanced at Olivia, then back at Dana. "We're not all like you. Not everyone waits for marriage to have sex."

"She's fifteen!" Dana cried. "I doubt that either of you were fifteen when you …"

"Seventeen," Remus said.

"Eighteen," Olivia said.

Dana paled. "Tell me we were older than that."

"Sorry," Olivia shrugged. She grinned. "Seventh year was fun, wasn't it?"

Remus smiled tolerantly, dimly shocked by how easily he was confessing the secrets of his past to his friends. "Dana, the point is, she's going to make her own decisions. You've had fifteen years to teach her all that you could about the way you think she should act. Now, she gets to show you how much she's learned."

"I know that. I just wish that I could be sure she would actually let me know how much she's learned," Dana said miserably. "For as much as she talks to me now, I doubt that she'd even tell me if she were pregnant. Do you realize that she dated him for a year before she told me? And then she only confessed it because we were moving here!"

"Do you want me to talk to her?" Olivia offered. "I'm not her mother, so it might be easier for her to confess all to me."

Dana shook her head. "Liv, you know she loves you, but you're one of my best friends. She'd think that I sent you in after her. She'd never open up to you. Someone else has to talk to her."

"Don't look at me," Remus said. "That would top the list of awkward conversations. No teenage girl wants to tell her father figure that she's sleeping with her boyfriend." He turned a bit green. "And, to be honest, I'm not sure I'd want to hear her confession."

"Why don't we ask Tonks to do it?" Olivia asked thoughtfully.

"Tonks?" Remus repeated, his face flushing slightly.

"Yes, Tonks," Olivia said. "She's a friend of yours, obviously, but she doesn't really know Dana yet, so it won't seem like an ambush orchestrated by her mother. She's younger than we are, so it would probably remove some of the awkwardness. And, we already know that Laura thinks she's cool. She'd probably be willing to talk to her – especially if Tonks would be willing to share some of her own experiences." She glanced at Remus and giggled. "We can tell her that she's not allowed to talk about anything she did with you."

"Nothing happened between us," Remus muttered, his face flaming red. "We kissed a few times, but it never went farther than that."

"Then she won't have to worry about censoring herself," Olivia said.

"I like it," Dana said. "I think you're right. Tonks is the perfect person to send in as a spy. Can one of you talk to her? Like Liv said, I don't know her that well."

Remus cleared his throat. "Tonks and I aren't exactly on the best of terms right now."

"I'll do it," Olivia said quickly. "I'll see her at work tomorrow. I'll try to organize something then."

"Thanks, Liv," Dana said, beaming at her. "You're a lifesaver."

Olivia smiled. "That's what friends are for."