Present - In the previous chapter, there is some sexy time cleaning the kitchen.

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I watched out of the corner of my eye as Moody took Harry from the 'prefects celebration', coaxing him off into the hall way and taking something out of his pocket. As of yet I hadn't quite worked out what he was trying to do, but I was sure he had the intention, like everyone else that entered in this house, of breaking my J-Harry Potter.

Carefully, as not to get spotted by Remus, I made my way over to fix the boy before the old man could do any more possible damage.

"What's that you've got there, Mad-Eye?" I called over the auror's shoulder, inspecting what he was now holding.

When I worked out what I was, it no longer bothered me that the boy had slipped away, motioning to Remus to take a look. He skipped over, arching around the picture as if we were all in some kind of drugs huddle.

"Ah... the Order days... apart from the fact that we both look rather dashing, why are you showing me this?" He sighed, cocking his head to the side in a face riddled with patronisation.

A quiet smirk spread across my features.

"Look what I can do..."

I jabbed at the photo, moving everyone but my younger self and Remus aside, pushing them together with the tips of my fingers.

"Fuck!" I dictated, a little, opened-mouth smile of anticipation playing on my face.

Neither of us seemed to look very impressed from within the picture, Remus with what seemed to be an exact replica of the expression of disapproval he was wearing this instant. I jabbed harder at both of our sides, pushing us so were basically on top of one another. My patience was wearing.

"Come on! Why won't you just fuck or make out or something?"

"Yeah, Remus?" Came a my tiny voice from within the photo. "Why won't we just 'fuck or make out or something'? I mean I swear the last time we actually screwed had to have been at least 2 months ago!"

"It was half a day ago, you sex mad freak!" Yelled the little Remus back again.

"Well maybe if you'd make it a little more memorable... or is it that you don't like it any more from me 'CAUSE YOU'RE TAKING FUCKING VOLDEMORT?"

I flinched slightly, recalling an argument we'd had that was very much along these precarious lines; stirred only by Remus' slow, sarcastic handclap.

"Well done, genius! You've managed to get a photo of our younger selves into an argument that'll probably ruin the photo for the next 20 years... Only you could do that, Siri... only you..."

I grinned at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, as not to cause any suspicion among the kids.

"And that's why you love me!"

"No! No... riddikulus! Riddikulus! RIDDIKULUS!" Came a shrill yell from the stairs behind us.

Remus instantly spun round and rushed to the drawing room, sensing the misfortune like he'd been dropped in a radioactive vat and came out with a really shitty superpower.

"What's going on? ... Oh ... Riddikulus!"

I watched as he turned Harry's bloody corpse into the moon and then to a wisp of smoke. Initially, I had thought that Molly had succeeded in breaking my Harry, and then I resided to stared at the spot where he had been, taking the fact that Remus' Boggart was the moon and not me walking out on him or being a werewolf as a very large insult, trying to will the dead body back with my eyes to take my mind off things.

"Molly," he sighed, moving towards her and crouching down to give her support, comfortingly patting the back of her head. "Molly, it was just a Boggart, nothing but a stupid Boggart..."

"I see them de-dead all the time... all the time in my dreams..." she sobbed, clutching onto his cardigan and covering it in her stinky tears that he would probably smell of tonight in bed. "D-d-d-don't tell Arthur. I-I-I don't want him to know... jus – hic – being silly..."

I couldn't help but muffle a laugh as he handed her a handkerchief that I distinctly remember jointly using as a fapkin – it didn't matter what state she was in, revenge was sweet.

"What must you all think of me? I can't even get rid of a stupid old Boggart..."

Harry gave a nervous smile. "Don't be stupid."

"I'm just so worried. Half the families in the Order, it'll be a miracle if we all come out of this alive... and P-Percy's not talking to us... what if something terrible happened and we d-d-didn't make up with him? A-and what's going to happen if Arthur and I get killed... who's g-going to look after Ron and Ginny?" she moaned, eyes spewing, snot dribbling down her face.

Remus tilted his head to the side, firmly licking his jaw forward and giving her a momentary look of distain.

"That's enough! This isn't like the last time. The Order's prepared, we know what Voldemort's up to."

She squealed at the name, holding harder on my fiancés shoulder in what looked like would give him a bruise.

"Oh, Molly, it's about time you get used to hearing his name... Look, I can't promise we'll a be fine, no one can, but there's more a chance than last time. You weren't in it back then, youd wouldn't understand, but we were outnumbered 20 to one and they were picking us off one by one." He reasoned, rubbing her back.

"And don't worry about Percy," I added, attempting to look like a good person too. "He'll come round when Voldemort comes out in the open, like the rest of the Ministry – begging us for forgiveness... And I don't think I'll be able to accept their apology..."

Rems smiled. "And as for who'd to look after Ron and Ginny, what do you think we'd do? Let them starve?"

She beamed, still a little soggy around the edges, clambering to her feet.

"Yeah, I'm just being silly..."

Once she'd left the room with Harry, I sidled over, giving Moons a dark look.

"By no means am I going to look after her fugly children!"

He raised an eyebrow at me and left shaking his head.