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Remus's POV

Working with the werewolves was difficult. They didn't trust me, seeing as I lived among wizards. Working helped get my mind off of . . . certain things. I had thought once I banished her from my life, things would get easy. But they didn't. I had felt miserable, even more than I had thought was possible. My heart was aching, and at my weakest times I wished I hadn't sent her off. But then, I would remind myself that it would be worse if I lost her. And I was with the werewolves; I had to be alert at all times.

Molly had invited me to the Burrow for Christmas, even though she supported Nymphadora in our fight. She has been very cold to me, and I realize that, in her eyes, I deserve it. Yet Nymphadora is well from what I here, so the split couldn't have been too bad, could it?

It was Christmas Eve, and all of use, me, the other guests, and the Weasleys, were in the living room, listening to the radio. I sat near the comforting fire, and listened to the radio. Unfortunately, the number was "A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love," by Celestine Warbeck. I felt uneasy, as I listened to the music. It was the kind of music that Nymphadora liked. I stared into the fire as the guilt flooded in me again. The conversation floated around me, as I revisited old memories. A rainy date, kissing in the snow, joking with Sirius, and just being happy.

I was distracted by Arthur and Harry's conversation. They were talking about Severus and Draco Malfoy. I couldn't help but listen, as it erased her from my mind. I smiled as Harry seemed set on hating Severus. Well, with a father like James and a godfather like Sirius, it wasn't hard to find out why. I talked to him about trusting Severus and how I didn't like nor dislike Severus. After the discussion of Severus, we talked about the werewolves. Then I had admitted to Harry that it was the werewolf, Fenrir Greyback, who bit me.

Harry brought up an interesting topic, the Half-Blood Prince. I had no idea what who it was, but Harry seemed very interested in it.

Everyone headed upstairs to get some sleep. I always found Christmas exciting when I was a little boy. Now, I hardly expect presents. With Sirius and Nymphadora gone, and Molly mad at me, I was surprised at seeing some presents Christmas morning. Molly had given me a brown sweater. It was very warm, and I wore it to breakfast. My other gifts were nice, an assortment of clothes, books, and chocolate.

Everyone had sweaters at breakfast, except Fleur (which wasn't surprising). We were all chatting cheerfully, and eating breakfast, when Fleur made a comment to Ron.

Fleur snuck her nose in the air, "You are as bad as zat Tonks. She is always knocking—"

Molly was quick to defend Nymphadora. "I invited dear Tonks to come along today. But she wouldn't come. Have you spoken to her lately, Remus?"

I felt annoyed that Molly brought this up, especially in front of everyone. She just wouldn't stop, would she? "No, I haven't been in contact with anybody very much. But Tonks has got her own family to go to, hasn't she." I used her casual last name. I should be casual. She is just another member of the Order. Besides, the fun of calling her Nymphadora has worn out. I still think of her as a Nymphadora, but that name is just too painful. Too full of emotion. Call me crazy, but that's what I think.

"Hmmm. Maybe. I got the impression she was planning to spend Christmas alone, actually." At that, Molly glared at me. She said how I was too hard on her. How could I explain that I did it to protect her, not to hurt her?

My thoughts were broken by another comment, this time a question from Harry.

"Tonks's Patronus has changed its form. Snape said so anyway. I didn't know that could happen. Why would your Patronus change?"

I thought about how to answer this. I knew why her Patronus had changed, from what Molly said; she still loves me, even though I thought I had lied successfully (Why wouldn't she move on already?!). I was not about to tell this to Harry, so I carefully crafted a truthful, general answer. "Sometime . . . a great shock . . . an emotional upheaval."

"It looked big, and it had four legs. Hey . . . it couldn't be—?" Before Harry had time to put together the pieces, the Minister of Magic arrived. With Percy, who had disgraced himself last year by supporting the Ministry.

The Minister went on a walk with Harry, and we were stuck with Percy. Molly was fussing over him, but his siblings and father were regarding him with a suspicious air to them. Fred, George, and Ginny finally decided to throw food at Percy, and he left with a tantrum.

I know I wouldn't have to be with the werewolves forever, and I will have to return to meetings and do work with other members. The members of the Order all know what happened between me and Nymphadora by now. I just wonder how if it's so hard to forget when we're apart, what's it going to be like when we're together.