I don't own it. The POVs switch around a bit here.

The aftermath of goodbye. Covers the rest of summer and Dora's new post in Hogsmede; interspersed with Remus' job at the werewolf pack.

The next few weeks were hard. The two attended Order meetings, but avoided each other. Remus sat as far away as possible from her and avoided staying late. Kingsley attempted to corner him about it, after he'd talked to Dora. After that mission, Remus had gone so far as to try and set him up with Dora, when she kept trying to talk to the werewolf about the subject. Therefore, Kingsley was somewhat prepared. Remus redirected him with news about Dumbledore's most recent mission. Kingsley, sharp man that he was, realised the underlying message. "War is a dangerous time for everyone," he said neutrally and dropped the subject, but continued watching. He was friends with both of them after all.

Dora withdrew into herself in those first weeks afterward. She barely spoke at Order meetings in July and buried herself in work. Afterwards, she attempted to corner Remus but was unsuccessful. Molly cornered her instead.

"What you need is a good dose of my Prewett remedy. Sit, have a cup of tea with me and tell me what's wrong." Molly said, indicating a chair. At any other time Dora would have snapped at her, or deflected. But it wasn't worth the effort. Within a few minutes Dora was sitting with her hands wrapped around a mug of strong tea, pouring her heart out. "...and I told him I loved him and he just left!" she said miserably, "I know he feels… something for me, but the damn fool won't admit it!"

Molly frowned. "I'll try and talk some sense into him. Really, after all this..." she sighed. "He's hurting too. And his way of dealing with things is to lock himself away. But I'll try."
Molly Weasley was not easily shaken. She cornered Remus about it and gave him a blasting. "What gives you the right to just push her away like she means nothing to you?" she asked icily.

Remus sighed. "Molly... I'm too old for her. Too poor. Too dangerous."
Molly mouthed the words, momentarily stunned. "Remus Lupin! That is — how could you possibly—"
"I couldn't stand it if she got hurt because of me." Remus whispered. "She deserves better."
Molly frowned. "You're just being a noble idiot. She doesn't want anyone else." she snapped.
"Too bad," Remus snapped back. Would no-one agree with him?

September 1st came. A beginning of things for both of them. Remus had locked up Willowwood in mid-July and had been living "underground", integrating himself into – well – his kind's society. Now, he left for the camps in the north. He couldn't go to Greyback's actual pack; that was too risky. He went, instead, to a close ally of that 'man'. 'Brendan' was the Alpha of one of Greyback's beta packs, packs that formed when the main group of werewolves grew too large. Violent werewolves – werewolves who gave into the bloodlust and scorned human society – did not do well in overly large packs. Too little space. So they formed "beta" packs. Brendan was so enamoured by Greyback's teachings that he had, long ago, let go of his original last name. He called himself Greyback as well. Greyback tolerated it. He saw it as a form of flattery, as he had a perverse…interest in those whom he'd bitten, and who followed his ways. Now, Remus had to convince Brendan that he'd become disillusioned with human society and was seeking a new way.

Dora left for Hogsmede. A victim of Scrimgeour's political posturing. She wondered if he'd signed her up to get her out of the office and 'not-their-problem'. She'd not been herself, lately, after all. At that thought, Dora snorted. Ever since Remus' rejection, she'd been stuck in her natural form...but with mousy-brown hair. Remus had gone white when he'd first seen it. Dora scowled. There I go again! she thought crossly. She couldn't keep her mind off him these days. Sighing, she got off the Knight Bus, wondering how the post would go...

By nightfall they had their answers. Remus had fought and submitted to Brendan, as much as he hated to do so. As he cleaned himself up, he knew he'd still be watched. This was just the beginning. Dora had been reminded of the change in her Patronus. It was only the second time she'd cast it since it changed shape. Looking back, she supposed she should've expected it, given that her most recent happy memory was The Kiss.

Snape's comment still hurt though. Dora sighed and returned to her half-price rooms above the Three Broomsticks. Once there, she set up the gramophone. He'd loaned it to her; she might as well use it. She chose a record at random, setting the needle randomly also. Then she sighed. Of course it would be The Beatles…and Hey Jude at that. She thought.

"Mitch? What are you doing here?" Remus whispered, seeing the familiar face. Mitch jumped and stared at him, then sighed. "He threatened my family. Bobby was nearly caught last full moon... Then he cornered me and told him that I'd have to give up and come with him or he'd take Bobby away from us."

Remus sighed. Some things never changed.
Mitch glanced at him. "But Remus, what are you doing here?"
Remus sighed. "That's sort of a long story." he said quietly, then cast a quick Muffilato before beginning his explanation.

Use Greenholly's "Christmas in London" if you want a Christmas perspective. I couldn't think of my own... Besides, hers is so good that I had to adopt it!
Also, MrsTaters' "Moment of Truth" tells what Dora's first experience with her new Patronus was.