DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline, all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property. Glorioux

Thanks for all the reviews. More characters will be introduced to set the stage. Remus is the first, and more will come along. By the way, I know that I wrote this story, yet this chapter makes my blood boil. There are miilions of Roses out there, they come in all sizes, religions, countries, and from all walks of life. They all share their belief that they are the only ones who know, who are good, etc, and do terrible things in the name of whatever they deem correct, their way is the only way.

Remus and Nasty Visitors

Serpens Remembers

Serpens Malfoy was nearly 100 years old, but had always lived a healthy live. He was a Hollywood handsome, young mid-sixties Muggle, same as his wife. Although, his once platinum locks were mostly white, he still carried himself with the Malfoy's aristocratic bearing. The deaths of his son and grandson had been a big blow to Thalia (Thilly) and him both, but seeing the younger generations made them happy.

Thalia was 51 and six months pregnant the day of Octan and Sofia's car accident, the day before Lucius was born. The tragedy took its toll, the pain proved too much, and she had lost their son. In reality, Voldemort had been responsible for the death of three Malfoy men so far. Thus, Serpens, understandably, had no love lost for the Dark Lord, and he was willing to participate in a war against him.

He remembered Octan's reactions around Sofia, they had been fascinating. After sealing the contract, they had driven him to France, but only three more times before the animosity between Germany and France made travel impossible. During the summer, when they had been by the girl's house, there were no major dramas when saying goodbye.

But he was nearly seven the first time they went back, and she was around Draco's age at the time. Octan just played babysitter carrying Sofia and letting her have her way. So, it was probably a matter of waiting for Draco to get a little older. Draco was very young and the little witch was as well. He did not envy the young parents.

Wait, he wasn't right. There had been a number of fights involving Octan and older boys while visiting. And come to think of it, he had been accused by an older stable hand, of beating up several boys because they were teasing Sofia. They had dismissed it as a story of the man, but it sounded plausible now. The boys were big farm boys, and it sounded ridiculous, yet, who knew?

Of course, it was the Veela thing; how funny, it had just downed on Serpens, after all those years the truth was in front of him. Well, there were several years for Draco to grow up, and even then...At this last thought, he decided to research in the Manor's library. He had read about another young Veela, maybe five? But never of one not yet four; what a delightfully challenging situation, such a young powerful creature, his baby Draco; he was a Malfoy thru and thru. He would fight for the boy with his life.

Serpens had also indicated that he wanted to come over, to stay at the Manor for a while. He had concerns of his own about Draco since his wife had been dreaming about danger. She had seen terribly dark creatures looming over their heir. In her dreams, there were other two children, one was the little girl, he was sure of that. The other she didn't recognize, she thought he might not be real but a symbol; he was a small child with messy raven hair, cleary injured, and neglected.

At first, they had been unhappy to hear the girl was a Muggle, but after finding about her powers, they decided to give it a chance.

When he inquired about the other young child, nobody knew of such a child, and had decided to come in a few weeks after closing their house in the Loire until Draco was at Hogwarts. No harm was going to come to their heir or his mate, because any harm done to her, and in the worse case her demise, would be the death of the little wizard. Once Lucius went home after the Grangers, he Floo to let them know the events during the visit, and Serpens decided to be there by Sunday, on time for the meeting.

Narcissa was thrilled to have them over, and Lucius felt better about the prospects ahead.

Nasty Visitors

Remus settled in their home. Grant loaned him clothes that were too large on a very thin Remus. He had been living as a vagabond since the terrible night at the Potters and was underweight and gaunt. He looked at the garments, pulled out his wand to make minor modifications, but it wasn't his area of experience.

"Remus, I hope this room is suwitable for tonight. Tomorrow when Mrs. Garcia comes, I will ask her to get you the Mother-in-law blue suite ready. You will enjoy it; it is on the first floor and has an independent entrance through the terrace. You will have privacy, and you can consider it your own apartment."

Remus eyes opened in surprise and gratefulness when he entered the room. It reminded him of his parents' home, before all the tragedy set in, but in a greater scale; even better, it felt like home. It was elegantly appointed but with home touches; the handmade quilt, the flowering plant, a small desk and a soft chair, a large wardrobe, and even a Muggle TV, it was all there, more than suitable. A luxury room after sleeping outdoors, eating out garbage cans and hiding on full moon days, it was more than enough; he felt humbled and very lucky.

"Thanks so much, this is more than suitable, I don't need more." His voice was laden with emotion.

Jeanie shed a tear for the younger man, well he was probably her age or maybe a year or two younger, and he just looked so vulnerable. She'd felt his pain and his dark thoughts, and saw him hiding in corners with a large dog behind him. He had seen something horrible, an explosion and friends getting murdered. She felt people's thoughts more often than she cared. She shook her head to clear it.

"Nonsense, you will be helping us, and you deserve a good accommodation. We will discuss your pay and benefits tomorrow. Of course, it will be more than we paid Rose since you will also be tutoring our daguhter, and we were going to pay for a tutor in any case. I hope the pay meets your expectations; albeit, if you need more, we can make additional arrangements."

And now with clean clothes, a full stomach, and a nice soft bed, Mr. Wolfy fell asleep near the people that would be with him for a long time to come. A feeling of home welcoming sorrounded him.

The next day Mimi walked to see her new nurse, Remus Lupin. Actually, she woke her nurse up.

Little fingers were poking at his face, touching his mustache, and lifting his eyelids. Moony alerted him of the intrusion. Ah, Moony recognized the cute pup and wanted to nip the little hand to teach her respect. He knew that she could see him past Remus' face and wasn't sure why.

She was whispering loudly still dressed in her pajamas; her hair was wild around her face; and she was looking at him intently. He had to bite his lips not to smile.

"Young lady, what time is it?" He grabbed the little hand and pulled away from his eyes, No, no nipping the girl, behave. Remus admonished Moony internally.

"Dunno, but I think it's not late or early. " He smirked at her statement.

"I don't know, but I think is neither late nor early," he corrected her, and she giggled.

"That's what I said, and tells Mr. Wolfy not to make rude faces, it isn't polite."

He was amazed, how did she do it? Moony was guffawing, whatever. He noticed his name had improved, some.

He looked at the clock on top of the night table, it was 6:25. Jeanie had told him they were up by 6:50, left for the surgery at 8:10, and the little witch was up around 8:00, aha. Not a chance, not today, she was too excited to sleep any more.

"Why don't I take you back to your room, and you try to sleep a little more?" He asked hopefully, wanting to get a little more sleep since he had truly enjoyed sleeping on the nice bed.

"I am hungry, and you know somefing Mr. Remy? You are very pretty, I like the marks the nasty wolfy made on you, and I want some." She said running her little fingers along their path.

Remus face went pale. "Mimi what do you know about the other wolf?" Nobody could have told her unless Lucius had said something, and he doubted it.

She shrugged her shoulders, "Dunno, I just do, he's fermir or somefing, he is sad...hmm, poor bad wolfy, and he might likes me." Remus was aghast and a weird feeling of foreboding ran through him.

"And, I am still hungry," she concluded, all other thoughts dismissed.

He gave in, wrapped her in a small blanket, and carried her to the kitchen where he sat her on a junior chair. He was familiar with a Muggle kitchen, but it had been a while. He knew a toaster, and fixed her a toast with jam and a glass of milk. She ate it fast since she was hungry.

No wonder, after yesterday she had probably burned a lot of energy with the magic performed. While he was putting the dishes away she fell asleep at the table, so he took her into the drawing room, placed her on the sofa, covered her with a throw, and sat by her.

He dozed off only to be woken up by a phone call from Lucius. Later, owls would become their form of communications, they were safer.

"Remus, may I talk to Grant?"

"I think that they are still asleep, should I inquire?

"Not necessary, but please tell them I have already arranged for a couple of our people, you understand?" Lucius wanted to know if Remus understood that it was a reference about wizards.

"You mean like the students at our Alma Mater." Remus didn't like talking to Lucius, and he was struggling to be civil.

"Yes, correct, I am going to the Ministry this morning, I need to see one particular person. It will be difficult. Hmm, if I were to need your assistance, hmm, never mind, I'll let you know. I will call later this week to arrange for a visit prior to taking the children to the show. If anything happens let me know, don't hesitate if you are in need of help. I will be sending you one of our owls later today. Please keep her; Grant indicated there is a place where she might stay. She answers to Hera. Tell Mimi is a gift from Draco, she likes fresh mice, but loves chocolate biscuits, bacon, and apples." Both wizards laughed at that.

Grant stepped-in the room at that moment, so Remus passed the phone to him.

"Not a problem, we will wait to hear from you…Friday to the show…Saturday should work…If something comes up we will contact you…Owls, an owl? Hmm, yes, I will ask Remus, hmm, yes, … take care of her. …Yes, I get it— when you will send us one? Hmm, Draco wants to come before?—We can talk...aha...—ok , bye Luc."

It was a few minutes to 8:00, and they had finished eating the toast, poached eggs and tea that Remus had fixed for them while Hermione was still asleep in the drawing room. They were talking about the night before when the doorbell rang. The Grangers were leaving, so Remus opened the door.

Standing at the door was a sour looking, pinched-face man around on his late 30s, dressed as a cleric; next to him stood a harridan around 50 or so. Her hair was fixed back in a tight bun; she wore a dark skirt, a white jumper, a thin string of pearls, and her lips were no thicker than a line of pure disgust. She looked like a Victorian matron full of judgment and bile. Remus glanced at the key ring that she was hurriedly putting back inside her handbag. Aha, he thought.

"And who are you?" The woman asked in a threatening tone whilst trying to push her way in. Remus blocked the entrance at once, at 6' 3" even if he was slender; he was strong. And with Moony almost at the surface, he no longer had a friendly appearance. The vicar took notice and quickly stepped back a couple of steps.

"That was my question. May I inquire who may you be? And how may I help you? And please, I have not invited you to come in," he said looking at Rose. He knew who she was, and Remus took an instant dislike to her, but not before Moony, who was already surging inside, and fixing to growl. And heaven forbid, he was ready to defend his ward or in Moony's terms 'his pup.' If Moony attacked, Remus would need to Obliviate the dislikable couple.

Unfortunately, Jeanie had decided to come by to see Remus as she readied to go through the side door, towards the garage. She though it might be an early delivery and decided to take a peek.

"Remus, we will call you in a while and...Rose?" Jeanie's color left her face, and she looked ill at once.

"Mrs. Granger, this rude young gentleman was blocking our way in. This is Reverend Phillips, our Vicar, and he came to check on Miss Mimi." Rose looked at Remus with defiance.

"Please come in," Jeanie said meekly because the church figures intimidated her.

Remus started to move out the way with great reluctance.

"No, you are not welcome to come in." It was Grant. "We are leaving for the surgery and have early appointments. You know very well that we would normally be gone by this time, and only Mrs. Garcia would be here. I am not sure of your intentions, and you don't want to hear what I am thinking. Please leave and if you need to see us, you must call us first. Once you do, we will let you know when we can fit you."

"Grant, perhaps Miss Rose is here to return keys she forgot to return?" Remus' remark made Miss Rose blush, but she ignored the taunt. Although Grant didn't miss any details, he was silent. He had already called the locksmith but duly noted, he was thinking the same.

"You must be Dr. Granger, sir I am Reverend Phillips, and you must talk to us in the name of our Savior." The man had the eyes of a fanatic, and, strangely enough the Vicar didn't offer a handshake...hmm, Grant noticed he was holding something in his hand.

Grant started, "I am afraid we have nothing to talk about, and-"

"Miss Rose, why are you here, you left. You don't need you cause I have a new nursey, he is Mr. Remy, my wolfy, and he thinks I am a nice good girl. He made me toast, and Traco was..." It was Hermione peeking from behind Remus' leg.

Remus rolled his eyes in frustration, time to quiet the pup. He bent and picked up the child, who climbed up his chest. She held on to his neck while looking a Rose. Remus could smell her fear and could hear the loud thumping of her heart. She must have heard the adults talking, damn.

"You have a man taking care of a young lady, simply indecent," the Vicar observed and Rose added, "Indeed Reverend, I told you there is something wrong at this home," her eyes full of righteous indignation.

"I see," said the Vicar, "I see what you mean, the hair in the child crackles with dark spirits, a clear indication of evi_"

"If you say one more word, I swear, you will be sorry. There is nothing wrong with an innocent child." Jeanie looked ready to kill, Remus thought she looked scary, and he smirked.

"She is evil, she is possessed and a wicked child, the things she does are evil." Rose started screaming.

"I am not ebel, wick or pasessed, I am a good girl." Mimi's lips were trembling, a little pout had formed the one that said I am ready to cry, her body was shuddering, and her skin was now clammy and very cold.

Remus felt Moony as a growl rose to the surface, he looked menacing. What on earth was wrong with people at large?

Jeanie descended upon Rose like an avenging angel and slapped her face with all she had, with such force that Rose stumbled and nearly went down. Jeanie's hand was coming down on its way to do it again, when Grant stopped her.

"Jeanie don't, not in front of our baby girl, please." Then he turned around, "You two leave our home NOW, before I do something that I will regret." He looked menacing.

The Vicar pulled out the Holy Book readying himself to read a passage. Seeing his intentions, Remus passed the now sobbing girl to Jeanie while holding her little hands. He had felt the magic cursing through her, and this was not the time for magic displays. Jeanie understood; she held her little hands close to her chest; and took her daughter inside their home.

"Grant, let's show our unwanted callers to their car." Remus said, his voice low and threatening.

Remus took the book away from the vicar, and the item that he held, some kind of symbol. Then with deliberation, he grabbed him by one arm. While he dragged him towards the car, Phillips ranted and raved things that shouldn't had been said around a child; it was good that Jeanie had gone inside with Mimi. Remus wanted to hex them both - Phillips and Rose.

Grant had Miss Rose, who was screaming bloody murder, threatening to call the Bishop, the constables, and the whole bit. "Call the constables, and you will be the one going to jail."

Across the street, pictures were being taken in rapid succession from inside a parked car.

"If you dare to come again, I will personally make sure you regret it," Remus said in a low menacing voice and emitted a low growl and a hair rising snarl; after hearing it, the Vicar let his sphincter go. He was furious afterwards because he had to drive with wet trousers, the long two-hour ride back home. War had been declared.

Phillips would be telling everyone about the wicked family, and the young man who was the devil himself. Rose would feed his zealous fire. They would need to learn to mind their own business. The bishop would remain neutral much to the vicar's chagrin; it was due to the power of a very large contribution. Yes, they should have forgotten about Mimi Granger, you can be sure of that.

It took Remus hours to calm the little girl, however, playing outdoors, reading, and laughing, finally calmed her down. Remus was sick with the unfairness of it all. Grant indicated that he would call his father and Lucius, as soon as he had a free minute.

These people were worse than Death Eaters, poor his little witch. They were the very reason the Wizarding world hated Muggles. The time for this to happen couldn't be worse, the Death Eaters could really use this propaganda to fuel their war. For now, they needed to wait to make a comprehensive plan after careful deliberation.

Meanwhile, Remus was grateful for a daily full meal plan of hot food, and having a warm bed. Moreover, he was fascinated with the brilliant little girl with powers he thought impossible. Mimi often kissed him, brushed his hair, and called him my wolfy. Each kiss and every smile were a soothing balm, healing his injured soul; he looked stronger and better with every day at the Grangers, who were turning into very good friends.

He spent the week making wards around the Granger's home and bought a giant lock for the gate after the locksmith changed the master lock. Later during the week, an electronic gate system was installed. Now the access would be restricted, a good move as it was later found out. It was a gift from Grant's parents, who also paid for a security service to come 24-7 when called. They were not taking chances with their granddaughter.

Lucius came during the week with Wolfbane's potion, gave him tips for advanced wards, and they briefly talked about the next full moon. Lucius had offered him a place in the dungeons for the next time, padded and ready. Remus wanted to say no, but thought of the alternative and graciously thanked him, not without reservations.

Hera arrived, she was a small sized, snowy owl from a magical breed, their origin was said to be Avalon, but it was just a theory. She was very friendly and Mimi fell in love with her at first sight. She saved her half of her food for the bird, hoping she would not go after the 'poor' mice, "I'm sure she doesn't like raw mice, yuck."

"Mimi, be kind to poor Hera, you are going to make her so fat that she will not be able to fly. Besides mice are better than your entire food plate…" Remus kept laughing at the begging owl, apparently she had a sister which Draco had also favored, and he fed them junk whenever he ate.

Remus did not trust Lucius at all, albeit he understood his vulnerability. Besides, Remus was young, hopeful, still willing to take chances and to accept help. He wanted to see James' son and wanted answers; hence he decided to turn down the Saturday outing, and to go to Diagon Alley to look around.

The Grangers had paid him quite generously. He wasn't aware that part of his pay had come from the grandfather. He had been informed that Lupin was providing security as well, and was paying him as a Jr. Officer on top of his regular pay. Remus was at the top of the world, he wanted to change the Ps into Galleons, to drink a good firewhisky, to buy new robes, and to do a little spying to find out about Harry. He hadn't seen so much money together in a long while.

The Grangers, he realized, had some talents of their own, which Grant recognized not as magic but telekinesis. The later was strong and advanced, and he also has what he called a sixth sense. He could move from one place to another, which sounded like Apparation, but he explained as advanced body projection. Jeanie also had a talent to feel water in places; it was uncanny hearing the things she had done. She could 'see' into the minds of people most of the time, which sounded very much she was reading their minds. Maybe Muggles explained magic as some phenomena; and he wondered how many magical people were out there.

Remus needed to go to Hogwarts and to ask to use the library. He decided to go there after Hogsmeade.

A/N- Any volunteers to do something to Rose? How sly, she had the house keys ready to get herself in.