The "present" again - when Siri and Remus are trying to flee to Europe

You cannot even fathom how much I wanted to get out of that house: I was sure it drove people to the brink – my parents were proof of that; I was proof of that. But I had to painstakingly wait for Remus to finish sculpting me a "prefect disguise". Let's be fair – when he did finish, I didn't look anything like the real me, but like one of those evil girl group managers that were popping up everywhere in 90's films, with my hair scraped back into a ponytail and thick horn rimmed glasses.

"Rems, you're a genius." I laughed, kissing his cheek. "Now, carry our bags to the Muggle vehicle."

By the time he'd managed to carefully balance all our cases on top of himself and place them in the trunk, he was panting, sweat beads delicately dribbling down his moist face. We were clearly becoming middle-aged.

"Someone's getting a bit podgy." I chuckled, poking his stomach and playing with his highly un-amused cheeks "How's my fatty, fatty, fatster?"

"I'm not fat, I'm very simply unfit. Besides, you should have carried some, Paddy."

"Please, don't call me Paddy." I sighed "It completely contrasts with the persona you've given me with this disguise - it makes me sound like I live in a caravan and commit incest on a regular basis."

He smirked. "Paddy, Paddy, Padster!"

I pushed him against the fence beside us and kissed him violently until he stopped trying to irritate me. Suddenly, he pulled me off.

"We're going to be late, get in the car!"

I sighed and slid into the passenger seat. A cold, sharp feeling prickled at my neck and, for the first time – I believe – in my entire life, I felt an odd kind of apprehension over something out of the bounds of my control. My body wanted to roll with convulsions; my heart wanted to leap from my chest, but I clenched desperately to the edge of my chair, bottling all of this feeling and locking it in place.

"Moons..." I muttered.

He nodded, eyes still fixated on the road in front of us.

"Moony, do you think this is wise? ... Doing this? ... I mean ... What if they find us? What if they work out it's me and send me back? What if they send you there as well? The Ministry is sure to be patrolling the borders as not to let me slip through their fingers once more. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if they took you too."

I felt his warm hand stroke my hair as if I was some kind of dog.

"That's exactly why we're using Muggle transport – if they are looking, they'd be trying to find a mad wizard on a broomstick or a beast, not a man with a well forged passport that goes by the name of 'Sinclair Woods'."

He turned back to face the road.

"You look totally different. They won't know. It'll be fine." He paused to take in air – very fact that he was worrying himself more than relaxing me was present in the slight quiver in his breath. "We'll be fine."

Eventually, we got to the airport and handed in the rented car, after emptying the load from the back. I squeezed his hand with mine, which had now become hot and clammy in my nervous state. Despite the many pastry-faced Muggles rushing around within it, the terminal was cool and open. The floors were polished and shone bright in the sunlight that streamed through the domed glass window at the top of the building. I had realised that most looks we were getting were because we were walking hand in hand with like a couple of foolish teenagers heading off for our first holiday without our parents and I looked like an out of date art critic. But still, I could feel the eyes on my back, crawling under my skin and scrutinising my every move.

We placed ourselves in the worn out seats at the end of the terminal and Remus leaned onto my side, beaming.

"There, I told you. We're here and no one is any the wiser."

"I know, I know. But I'm worried for you: I'm a liability. I don't know how you talked me into letting you come with me."

He laughed "I wouldn't have let you leave without me. I only just got you back and I'm not going to let you get away that easily. We're in this together whether you like it or not. I brought on whatever happens next, myself."

"You're so funny and cute when you go off on one like that."

"Shut up, Paddy!" He groaned.

"I thought I told you not to call me that."

"And I think that you shouldn't call me funny when I'm trying to be sweet and sentimental."

"You know that's not gonna happen."

"Whatever you say, Paddy, whatever you say."

Oh, and by the way me and Andraste would like to say Thanks to DragonMoonX (or something like that) for reviewing and reading all of our chapters :)