Chapter 1: Good Life

"Gotta get me out of the junkyard heap
Kicking back in marigold summertime dream
It's a good, good life, we got the good life
Falling in love under the raspberry sun
Turn up the stereo, baby have some fun
It's a good, good life, we got the good life"

-"Good Life" by Leslie Mills from What a Girl Wants

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June 29, 2001: Willow sat calmly in The Three Broomsticks pub in the small wizarding town of Hogsmeade, waiting for a wizard by the name of Albus Dumbledore. She was dressed in a professional black, thigh-length skirt and a forest-green, short-sleeved blouse, the top few buttons of which were undone so that her gold willow tree pendant was clearly visible. She brushed a stray strand of her straight, shoulder-length red hair out of her face and tapped the toe of her forest-green high-heels on the wood floor impatiently.

It wasn't that she was particularly busy today—hence the job interview—it was just that she would rather be spending her free time with Oz and their beautiful, redheaded ten-month-old daughter Lily putting together their new apartment. The small family had only arrived back in London a week ago (they had spent two months there previously when Willow had Lily) and they were still working on moving in.

Oz and Willow had been traveling the world, searching for a cure for Oz's lycanthropy, since they had left Sunnydale back in April of 2000. They had spent some time in Tibet before Lily was born, before heading off to London for her impending birth. That September, the young couple and their newborn daughter had spent a few weeks in Egypt, where they met an interesting trio of magic-users who told them all about a secret community that was just for witches, wizards, and other magical beings. Intrigued by their stories, Oz and Willow learned all they could about this new and exciting world from the other young couple, and African wizard named Chase Chance and his black English wife Mya, and their redheaded friend (whose hair rivaled Willow's in color) Bill Weasley.

At the trio's direction, Oz, Willow, and baby Lily left the Gringotts (the wizarding bank) employees and began to travel the wizarding world. Along the way, both Willow and Oz picked up wands (willow, ten inches, with dragon heartstring for Willow and willow, eleven inches, with a griffin feather for Oz) and began to learn magic using their new wands. They also followed a couple of leads they received on a potion to help werewolves as they traveled this new and exciting world. Having finally traced the elusive potion to somewhere in the UK, Willow and Oz decided that it was time to settle down. So Oz went out to find an apartment for them while Willow contacted Giles (who, the previous winter, had confessed to being a wizard himself) for the job contact information he had promised her over their Christmas/Chanukah celebration. Since they were finally setting down, Oz decided to begin searching in earnest for his birth parents, as well as starting up his own band.

Which is how Willow found herself at The Three Broomsticks pub in Hogsmeade, waiting for Albus Dumbledore (the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry) to arrive and interview her for a teaching position at Hogwarts. She was getting rather impatient and was seconds away from getting up and leaving, saying "screw the interview," when an old, kind-looking man with half-moon spectacles who radiated power stepped into the pub.

Spotting the pixie-like redhead sitting alone, the old man walked right up to her. "Miss Rosenberg, I presume," he said kindly, a twinkle present in his clear blue eyes.

"Yes, sir," Willow replied, holding out her hand to shake his. "May I assume you are Professor Dumbledore, then?"

"Please call me Albus, my dear," said Dumbledore kindly.

"As long as you call me Willow," she replied with a smile.

"Of course, my dear," said Dumbledore. Offering his arm to her he added, "Shall we adjourn to the sitting room to discuss my offer in more detail?"

Willow took his arm willingly. "Lead on, Albus," she sad, smiling happily up at him.

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"So basically you want me to be an assistant teacher for this Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"That is correct, Miss Rosenberg," confirmed Professor Dumbledore. "This is not the first time Hogwarts has had an assistant professor in a subject, but it has been so long that many have forgotten that it is, in fact, allowed. My hope is that by giving you an assistant professorship instead of a full one, you will have the opportunity to pass on your own knowledge to the students while at the same time learning more about wand magic and the wizarding world. I believe you will become a stronger witch for it."

"I have to admit, the offer sounds wonderful, Albus," said Willow wistfully.

"But…" said Dumbledore knowingly.

"No, no buts," said Willow. "More like an 'uh-oh' or maybe a 'how's this gonna work.' No buts, though."

"What are your concerns, my dear?" asked Albus kindly.

"Well," she said, fidgeting nervously, "there's kinda three days a month I'm gonna need to have off."

"Oh?" said Albus, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"Yeah," said Willow, "you see my boyfriend has this—condition—and I kinda need to be around to take care of our daughter while he can't. Plus, I really hate to leave him alone for those days; he gets all gloomy and he's even more laconic and monosyllabic than he usually is and—"

"How old is your daughter, Willow?" interrupted Albus, effectively stopping her babbling.

"Oh, she's ten months old," said Willow happily. "She's so cute and she's really, really smart and—"

"How long has your boyfriend been a werewolf?"

"About five years," replied Willow without thinking. Suddenly realizing what she had said, she gasped and her hands flew up to cover her mouth. "Can we just pretend I didn't say that?" she said nervously. "I know you wizarding types are, like, uber-prejudice against werewolves—though I really don't understand why; I mean, they're human all but three nights a month—but I love him and I really need a job and I'm not gonna leave him cause he's so wonderful and sweet and he's all stoic and monosyllabic, but that just makes him even more cute and—"

"Willow!" said Dumbledore sharply, causing her to jump a little.

"Sorry," she said sheepishly. "I tend to babble when I'm nervous."

Dumbledore chuckled pleasantly. "It's quite alright, my dear," he said. "Now, as far as werewolf-prejudice goes, I believe that you will find that not everyone subscribes to it, myself included. The only reason I brought it up at all is because I have a proposition for you involving your boyfriend."

"Oh?" said Willow, raising her eyebrow curiously. "And what might that be?"

"Have you ever heard of the Wolfsbane potion, my dear?" the headmaster asked.

Willow shook her head. "Can't say that I have. What's it do?" she asked curiously.

Albus steeped his fingers and explained, "Wolfsbane is a potion that, when taken by a werewolf during the week leading up to the full moon, will allow said wolf to keep his human mind when he transforms."

Willow blinked once, twice. "You're serious?" she said cautiously. "This potion is for real? 'Cause Oz and I have run into a lot of hoaxy potions and 'cures' in the last two years and if this is another one of them then—"

"I am quite serious, my dear," Dumbledore interrupted, a small smile on his lips.

"I-I mean, we'd heard—there were rumors—but we never—this is for real?"

"Indeed, Willow," replied the headmaster. "What I'm offering you is, as part of your salary, access to the Wolfsbane potion for your boyfriend and—if he needs it—a safe place to transform as well."

"A-and this-this—this is really real?"

"Of course, Willow," replied Dumbledore. "I would suggest testing the potion over the summer, of course, just to be on the safe side, but everyone else who has used it has nothing but praise for it."

"This-this—This is just amazing," said Willow in awe. "I mean—wow."

"So, do you accept the job then, Miss Rosenberg?"

"Of course!" the petite redhead exclaimed. "I will have to talk to Oz—my boyfriend—about the potion before we decide on that—cause it's for him, you know—but either way I'll definitely take the job."

"Wonderful," said Albus cheerfully. "Has Rupert explained owl post to you yet?"

"Giles didn't, but some wizards we met in Egypt last fall did," replied Willow.

"Ah, excellent," said Dumbledore. "Well, do talk to your boyfriend about the Wolfsbane and owl me with an answer as soon as possible. I will make sure he gets some for the coming moon, if that's what he chooses."

"Thank you, sir," said Willow gratefully. "You have no idea how much this means to me—to us, really."

"Think nothing of it, my dear," he replied. "I will owl you when the Defense professor sends me his book list and lesson plans, my dear. I shall await you owl as well. Barring any complications, I shall see you on September 1st. Please do let me know if you need any help finding your way around the wizarding world."

"Well, actually, I do need to go to the Ministry soon," said Willow. "I was hoping to take my apparition test; I've been studying for it all summer."

"Let me know when and I can have someone take you there, if you'd like," Albus offered kindly.

"Thank you, Albus. I'll be sure to do that."

Both parties stood up and shook hands. "It was wonderful meeting you, Willow," said Albus, smiling at the redheaded witch in front of him. "I look forward to working with you this year."

"The same to you, Albus," replied Willow, returning his smile. "I'll see you on September 1st."
"Take care, Willow. I look forward to meeting your lovely family as well."

"Of course," replied Willow. "You take care too, Headmaster."

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Willow stepped into the small, sparsely furnished apartment and gave a sigh of contentment. "Honey, I'm home," she called out cheerfully as she slipped off her high-heels and hung up her jacket.

"Mama!" Willow was practically bowled over by the blur of red and green that was her baby girl. "Mama home!"

"Yes, baby. Mama's home," said Willow, picking her daughter up and hugging her. "How's my Lily-Cub today? Were you good for Daddy?"

Lily nodded her little head, her bright red hair (brighter even than Willow's) flopping adorably across her face as she turned her bright emerald green eyes (neither Willow nor Oz knew where that particular shade of green came from) solemnly on her mother and said, "Ly goo fo Dada."

"You were, were you?" teased Willow as she readjusted Lily's emerald green sundress, her own jade eyes sparkling with mirth. "And is Daddy gonna say the same thing?"

"Of course," said Oz, stepping out of the kitchen. "My princess was a little angel today."

"Oh really?" teased Willow.

"Yes, really," replied Oz. He came over and gave his girlfriend a peck on the cheek. "And how was your day?"

Willow smiled at her favorite lycanthrope. He had changed a lot since Lily's birth. Though he still presented his stoic, unflappable, monosyllabic front to the world, when it was just him, Willow, and Lily he truly opened up. "My day was wonderful," she said.

Oz arched his eyebrow at her. "You got the job?" he asked.

"I got the job!" squealed Willow, hugging Oz tight.

"Mama an Dada tush Ly!" squeaked Lily, who was being sandwiched between her parents.

"Sorry Lily-Cub," said Oz, fondly ruffling Lily's long, red hair. "You okay?"

"Ly otay," she confirmed, sticking her tiny thumb in her mouth.

"You'll tell me later?" asked Oz, turning his attention back to Willow.

"Yeah, after Lily's in b-e-d," said Willow. "There's something else I think you're really gonna like too."

"Oh?" said Oz, raising his eyebrow questioningly.

"Yup," said Willow, refusing to divulge anything else. "Did you get dinner? I'm starving."

"Ly hunwy!" piped in Lily.

"I got pizza," said Oz. "That okay?"

"Yay! Za! Za!"

Willow chuckled. "I think that's a yes," she said.

"Well, let's go eat then," said Oz, leading his girls to the kitchen.

"Za! Za! Yum za!" chanted Lily.

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After Lily was put to bed, Willow and Oz sat down on the floor in the living room, Willow lying with her head on Oz's lap as he leaned against the wall and stroked her fiery locks lovingly. "You were gonna tell me about your interview," said Oz.

Willow smiled. "I'm the new assistant Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," she said.

"That's great, Will," said Oz, smiling widely at the love of his life.

"Mm-hm," she said, "and there's more."

"Oh?"

"Yup. Albus—the headmaster—told me about this potion that will let you keep you human mind when you're the wolf."

Oz stilled. "Is that—is it—"

"It's real, Oz," said Willow. "It really works. Albus offered to provide you with the potion as part of my salary and he said that he has a safe place where you can transform, if you need it, and he said that you can try it over the summer and—"

"Willow," said Oz, covering her full, pink lips gently, "I'll do it."

"Really?"

"Why not?" said Oz, shrugging. "It's worth a shot."

"Yay," said Willow, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "I'll owl Albus first thing in the morning. So… how was your day?"

"Lily and I went to the zoo. She particularly enjoyed the wolves."

Willow chuckled. "Of course she did," she said fondly.

"We also made up posters for the band I wanna put together. I figured I'd put them up when we go to that wizard alley place Bill and the Chances told us about."

"Sounds good."

"Then Lily and I stopped by the Lawrence Adoption Center."

"Oh?" said Willow, quirking her eyebrow at him. "How'd that go?"

"Not too bad," replied Oz. "They gave me all the info they had on my birth parents."

"So have you looked at it yet?"

"No," replied Oz. "I'm not quite ready. Maybe in a few days."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

There was silence. "Do you want me to be there when you take a look at it?" asked Willow.

"That'd be nice," replied Oz, his pale face flooding with relief.

"Whatever happens, Lily and I will always be there for you, baby," said Willow.

"I'm so glad you didn't let me leave you back in Sunnydale, Willow," said Oz as he began to nod off against the wall.

"Me too, Oz," said Willow. "Me too."

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July 7, 2001: As soon as the sun had risen on the morning after the final day of the July full moon, Willow made her way into the spare room that had been converted into a safe room for Oz's transformations. When she approached the caged off portion of the room, she was pleased to note that human Oz was sleeping peacefully, curled up in a position that was so wolfish that Willow couldn't help but smile.

As Willow stood watching Oz sleep, the musically-inclined lycanthrope cracked open a stormy blue eye and caught her gaze. "Morning," said Willow. "How was your night? Did the potion work?"

Oz blinked the sleep out of his eyes, sat up slowly, and stretched leisurely. Last night had been the final night of the first full moon cycle he had taken the Wolfsbane potion, so he quickly took stock of himself, searching for any injuries or unusual pains. "It seems it worked pretty good," he finally said. "Can I have my pants now, please?"

Willow giggled. "It's not like I've never seen you naked before," she teased. Oz simply stared at her. "Oh, fine, ruin my fun," she huffed. She unlocked the cage door and handed him his pants. "When you're cleaned up and dressed, come to the kitchen. I'm making pancakes this morning."

"And sausage?" asked Oz.

"Of course," said Willow with a smile. "Now, go clean up and get dressed."

"Ma'am, yes ma'am!"

Willow rolled her eyes. "Just go, you silly wolf, or no sausage for you."

"You wouldn't," gasped Oz.

"Try me." Seeing Willow's infamous resolve face, Oz took off down the hall to the bathroom as quickly as he could. "Works every time," Willow said to herself once she heard the door close behind him.

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After they had finished eating Oz and Willow remained seated at the kitchen table. "What time do we have to pick Lily up from the Carters?" asked Oz, referring to the elderly couple two floors down who had been helping them out with Lily when they needed a sitter.

"Not 'til ten," replied Willow. "Are you gonna look at the papers?"

"Yeah," replied Oz. "I left them in the bedroom."

"I'll go get them," said Willow, jumping up from the table.

She returned less than a minute later holding a rather thin manila folder. "Thanks Will," said Oz, taking the folder from her. He slowly opened it up and began to shift through the papers.

Willow and Oz sat in silence as he leafed through the folder. Finally Willow couldn't take it anymore. "So? What's it say" she asked.

"My birth mom's dead," he said. "Apparently she and her husband were killed twelve years ago."

"And your dad?" asked Willow.

Oz flicked through the papers. "He's still alive," he said after a moment. "It's even got all his current contact information."

"Do you want me to get Cocoa so you can write to him?" asked Willow. They had purchased the barn owl a few days earlier when the groundskeeper of Hogwarts—a half-giant by the name of Hagrid—had taken them to Diagon Alley. "Is he even a wizard?"

"Yeah, he's magical. So was my mom. It says so in here—apparently Lawrence caters specifically to the magical community. And that'd be great—if you could get Cocoa, that is," said Oz, walking over to their computer desk and grabbing some paper and a pen.

"I'll be back in a minute," called Willow as she ran off to find their tawny owl. Oz simply grunted in response; it was far too early for all of this, especially the morning after a full moon.

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Remus Lupin groaned as he was woken from his deep post-moon sleep by an annoying tapping on his window. He tried to ignore it—he always found himself a bit ill, worn-out, wounded, and tired the first few days after the full moon—but to no avail. He groaned again and opened his amber eyes, squinting at the harsh afternoon light. The tapping was really getting on his nerves. He glanced over at the small basement window to see a tawny brown owl tapping on the glass. "I'm up, I'm up," he groaned, pulling his beaten and bloody body up off of the cement floor.

Remus made to stand, but found that he couldn't. Apparently he had broken his leg sometime during the night. He'd had worse full moons since that fateful night in 1989, when he'd lost almost all of his friends in one fell swoop, but he'd definitely had better too. Heaving a sigh of frustrated resignation, he began to pull himself along the stone wall of the basement to the high shelf where he kept his wand and clothes during the full moon.

He had just pulled on his pajama pants and was contemplating how he was going to make it up the stairs when he heard the basement door creak open. He looked up to see a familiar pair of twinkling blue eyes staring kindly at him.

"Good afternoon, Remus," said Albus Dumbledore, walking down the stairs and making his way over to him. "How are you this morning, my dear boy?"

"Not too bad, Albus," Remus replied. He couldn't quite suppress a wince when the headmaster's hand accidentally brushed against a particularly bad gash on his side as he moved to help Remus walk.

"Really?" said Albus as Remus winced again, this time from putting too much weight on his bad leg.

"Okay, so I think my leg is broken," admitted Remus, leaning heavily on the much older wizard as he helped him up the stairs, "but I've had worse, honestly."

"I know you have, my boy," said Albus as he led the werewolf to the couch and helped him sit down. "Now, you just sit tight and read the post that lovely owl brought you while I floo-call Poppy to come patch you up," he instructed Remus, handing him a small stack of letters.

"Thank you, Albus," said Remus. He had long ago given up on trying to push the meddlesome headmaster of Hogwarts away, so he simply took the post and began to look through it.

The Daily Prophet, monthly letters from Jessi and Regina (two of his few remaining non-imprisoned Hogwarts friends), bills from St. Mungo's for June—that full moon had been absolutely horrific—and May, a notice for termination from his job at Gudgeon & Thomas Books (a small bookstore in Diagon Alley run solely by Davey Gudgeon, Samuel Thomas having mysteriously disappeared years ago), several other random letters—most likely hate mail or death threats from previous employers and those they had informed of his monthly "condition"—from unfamiliar/anonymous names, and—

"Albus, what's this?" asked Remus, holding up a thick envelope addressed in emerald green ink and sealed with the familiar Hogwarts crest (Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus—Never tickle a sleeping dragon).

"Hmm," said Albus, his eyes twinkling more than usual. "Why don't you open it and see for yourself, my boy?"

Remus obliged with a suspicious look and read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Lupin,

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is pleased to extend to you an offer of employment for the school year of 2001-2002. We find ourselves, once again, in dire need of a competent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. We feel that you are extremely qualified for this position and we would therefore like to extend to you this prestigious chance to contribute to the education of the children of the wizarding world. Children are our future, after all.

In addition to your salary, which we will discuss once you accept this offer, we are willing to provide you with the recently discovered Wolfsbane potion. This potion will allow you, as a werewolf, to keep your human mind while transformed. This should help to alleviate your fear of harming the students and staff. The staff will, of course, be informed of your condition, but the students will not. In case of an emergency, the Shrieking Shack remains safe and available for your transformations. Once you accept, we will begin sending you the Wolfsbane potion post haste so that you may become accustomed to it before term starts on September 1st.

For the first time in many years, we have hired an assistant Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to help with your class. We hope that this will ease your guilt of having to leave your students every month. We would also like to offer you the chance to privately tutor a young witch who is just learning about our world. We are willing to pay you extra for this service.

Please reply by owl no later than 1 August with your answer. We look forward to working with you this coming year and we are more than willing to address any further concerns or questions you may have as well as any precautions you may deem necessary for the safety of the faculty, the students, and for your own peace of mind. Please enclose with your response a tentative book list.

Best wishes,

Albus Dumbledore

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster

Remus was speechless. "Albus," he said, "is this some kind of hoax?"

Albus sat down in the worn armchair across from the lycanthrope. "I assure you, my dear boy, this is most definitely not a hoax. I would not be so cruel as to do that to you, you know that."

"But how—why—I don't—I'm a bloody werewolf, for Merlin's sake, Albus!"

"Yes, I'm quite aware of that fact, Remus," said Albus. "You've been a werewolf for thirty years now—"

"Thirty-one last month," Remus corrected automatically.

Albus gave a small, sad smile. "Yes, indeed," he said. "My point exactly. You've been a werewolf for longer than I have know you, Remus. You've dealt wonderfully with your condition for so long, my boy. Tell me something, Remus: have you ever once killed anyone in your wolf form?"

"Of course not!" said Remus.

"And have you ever bitten anyone?" asked Albus.

"No!" said Remus. "But I don't see—"

"That's a lot more than most werewolves can say, especially when they've been afflicted for as long as you have, my dear boy," said Albus. "You should be proud of yourself that you are able to say that you haven't. I know that I am proud of you."

Remus's resolve fell. "Even still, Albus," he protested, "I couldn't possibly—what if something did happen? I'd never forgive myself."

"You managed wonderfully while you were in school," Albus reminded him. "You are a very responsible young man and I have every faith in your ability to continue to manage you condition just as wonderfully as a professor, especially with the help of the Wolfsbane potion."

"Albus I—wait, what exactly is this Wolfsbane potion?"

Albus's eyes twinkled merrily behind his half-moon spectacles. "I had hoped you would ask, my boy," he said. "This particular potion will allow you to retain your human mind during your transformations, making you virtually harmless and far less violent to yourself and less of a threat to others."

Remus frowned. He opened his mouth once, twice, as if to say something, but changed his mind before he did. Finally he spoke. "You're really making it difficult for me to refuse your offer," he grumbled.

Albus chuckled. "That's the idea, my boy," he said. "So, will you accept the job or do I have to search the world over for another semi-competent Defense professor?"

"It seems I have no choice in the matter," said Remus, a hint of humor in his voice.

"You accept then?" persisted Albus.

Remus rolled his amber eyes and shoved his shaggy, sandy, graying hair out of his face. "Yes, Albus, I accept," he said.

"Wonderful," said Albus, clapping his hands together as he stood up. "Now, Poppy will be arriving any minute now. I'll just go outside and wait for her; you sit tight, my boy."

"Like I can go anywhere anyway," Remus grumbled half-heartedly. Albus simply chuckled as he left the room. "I swear that man has spies," Remus muttered to himself as he began to sort through his hate mail while he waited for Poppy to arrive and heal him.

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July 10, 2001: "Dada!" called Lily, running through the hall to the kitchen. "Cocoa ada winnow!"

"Cocoa's at the window?" said Oz, translating Lily-speak to make sure he understood her.

"Ya," affirmed Lily, staring up at her black-haired father as she played with the end of her long, red braid. "Cocoa tum bat wiva weddew!"

"Show Dada," prompted Oz as he set down the macaroni box (Willow had gone to Diagon Alley to get supplies for her new job, so Oz was left in charge of Lily and her lunch).

Lily grabbed Oz's large, calloused hand and tugged him down the hallway to her bedroom. "See!" she said pointing to her window. "Cocoa ada winnow."

"Should we let her in, then?" asked Oz, quirking an eyebrow at his tiny daughter.

"Ya," said Lily, nodding her little head. "Dada wet Cocoa in-sy."

Oz walked over and opened the window, allowing Cocoa to fly in. The owl landed on Oz's head and held out her leg for him to remove the attached letter. After he removed it, Cocoa flew over and perched Lily's head, causing the little girl to giggle incessantly.

"Dada, Ly pway wiv Cocoa?" she asked, giving Oz her best puppy dog face.

"Sure, Lily-Cub," said Oz with a smile. "Why don't you give her some water? I'll call you when lunch is ready."

"Tay Dada! Fanks!" called Lily, skipping off to the bathroom with the tawny owl flying after her. Oz shook his head and smiled as he made his way back to the kitchen.

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Once the noodles were cooking, he sat down at the table and opened his letter:

Daniel,

I honestly never thought I'd ever hear from you, though I'm quite glad to be wrong for once. I'd love to meet you in person and I look forward to seeing you. I'll meet you at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade on Saturday, October 6th at noon.

Feel free to owl me whenever you like—I'll be changing residences shortly, but your owl will be able to find me wherever I am. I'll see you soon.

Best Regards,

Your Father

"Huh," said Oz, once he had finished reading. "That's cool."

"Waz coo, Dada?" asked Lily, coming into the kitchen alone.

"Dada's gonna meet Grandpa soon."

"Coo," said Lily, not really understanding, but happy for her father nonetheless.

"Yeah, Lily-Cub, it really is."

Story banner features Ewan McGregor as Remus Lupin, Seth Green as Oz, Karen Gillian as Lily Evans, Alyson Hannigan as Willow, and Abigail Breslin as Oz & Willow's Lily.