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Remus and Sirius • Grimmauld Place • Complete

Do you remember anyone here?
No, you don't remember anything at all
I'm sleeping, I'm flat on my back
Never woke up, had no regrets
Monday, April 8 • Evening

A cleaning service retained after the War had prevented Grimmauld Place from sinking into disrepair a second time once the Order had finished cleaning it up.

Would that something similar could be arranged for me, Sirius thought as he paged through what passed as one of his journals from ... before.

He hadn't been much inclined to writing, it seemed. The basics he could piece together, from the journal and from listening to people over the past year — what his parents had been like, which spare bedroom at Godric's Hollow had been "his," the names of some of the people he'd dated — but little of what he knew seemed real. Seemed his.
Breaking News
  • _wwn_

WWN Society News Update ~ In Progress

WWN Broadcast
Friday, April 6th ~ Evening

"This is Rita Skeeter, standing just outside, around the back, in an alley behind, the Three Broomsticks, where a reception for one of Hogsmeade's former most eligible bachelor's - and his blushing bride - is taking place, to bring you a WWN exclusive."

"Can it, Anastasia, I don't care who got the assignment from the boss, the story is Mine. Keep it up, and I just might forget to take that gag off before I leave. Understand?"

"Now, where was I? Oh, yes, the quicky wedding of hunky recluse and defense school owner, Harry Potter, to restaurateur and frump, Daphne Greengrass occurred weeks ago with almost no fanfare and a tragically small guest list. Once word of the marriage hit the streets, some of the most delicious rumors began to circulate over the mysterious circumstances behind the event."

"Some sources say the couple had been estranged, and were shocked to hear of the wedding when I told them, still others speculated on the need for such a rapid and quiet affair. So far there are no signs of impending motherhood - although the bride has been carrying a few extra pounds for quite some time - but one can't help but wonder if there might be a new member of the Potter family showing up soon."

"What? I said if, they can't sue us for merely voicing some of the public opinion, Anastasia. Stop being such a worrywart."

"As always, ladies and gentlemen, WWN is always interested in the comments and concerns of our listeners. More importantly, if you personally witnessed a sensational bit of scandal, owl me, Rita Skeeter, care of the WWN. The Wizarding Wireless Network now returns you to our regularly scheduled programing."
laying down

Remus and Izabel ~ Hogwarts ~ Complete

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
~ William Shakespeare
Wednesday, April 4th ~ Early Morning

Monday night's events had left Izabel a trifle - insecure - and that was putting it mildly. She didn't want to face Remus and see condemnation in his eyes. She realized what Severus had been doing. It didn't stop the urge she had to kick him a good one in the shins or throw something extremely hard at his head, but it did lessen it to a great degree. Sirius on the other hand - she could cheerfully have strangled.

Other than a quick visit, while Poppy was still there, Izabel had avoided Remus the rest of Tuesday. Quite successfully. She wasn't sure if that should worry her or not.

Late Tuesday evening, after checking with Schroeder to make sure Remus was asleep, she'd approached his quarters cautiously. When she didn't find it warded against her, Izabel breathed a little easier and had managed to slip into bed without waking him. The fact he was probably exhausted from the moon was something she'd counted on. Izabel was awake long before the elf returned to rouse her and with a small sigh, she moved to leave.

I wonder if I'll be able to actually face him today?

Izabel, Remus, Sirius and Snape :: Shrieking Shack :: Complete

I can see my lifetime piling up
I can see it smashing into yours
It was not as accident at all
Open those windows up - I hear you laughing
Monday, April 2 :: Night

The moon brought with it territorial instincts, heightening the need to grasp and claim what was his — which was precisely what Lupin must not do. Laying beside Izabel the past few nights had the long stretches of celibacy that characterized his early adulthood seem a trifle in comparison.

He was irritated when not around her, and ill-tempered when in her company, and all in all he simply thought it best to ward the Shrieking Shack for all contingencies, most especially last month's menagerie.

That done, Remus sat, disturbing a few dust bunnies, and attempted to read while waiting for Snape.

Doris, Harry, Dobby, Remus, Draco and Daphne ~ The Phoenix and Glen Hollow ~ Complete

Every time I close the door on reality,
it comes in through the windows.

Tuesday, March 27th ~ Morning

As Harry sat looking across his desk at Doris - who was droning on and on about things that supposedly needed his immediate attention - he was having a pleasant little daydream about being at home, in bed with his wife. Until his elbow - which had been used to support his head - fell asleep and threatened to collapse. He blinked his eyes, straightened up and shook his arm awake off to the side.


Another piece of paper was laid on top of the stack she'd already placed on the desk top and her mouth kept moving.


And yet another one joined it and the words were flowing faster than he could keep up with.


Izabel and Remus • The cottage • Complete

Home is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home — she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place.
I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time, before we were born
If someone asks, this where I'll be ... where I'll be
Saturday, March 24 :: Noon

"The staircase to the upper floor will go here. Down there's the cellar, which is mostly finished."

Sunlight gleamed through the clear tarp covering the window holes of the future living room, and the dust kicked up by Remus and Izabel's presence danced in the streams of light.

There wasn't much for him to show her yet. But the bones of the house, unfinished walls that could still be moved with judicious wandwork, were in place. A lot had been accomplished in a short time — the cottage had been the subject of his singleminded focus for the past month — but so much remained to be done.

And with another person in the house to give it a sense of scale, niggles of worry tried to whisper again that this place he was so very proud of was too small, that the layout was wrong ... that she'd see all this and come to her senses and go find someone to share with her a proper restaurant meal with tables and chairs, instead of a picnic here with raw lumber and splinters.

"What do you think?" he asked, turning slightly to catch the response on Izabel's face.

Izabel and Remus • Hogwarts • Complete

Ce que j'ai fait, ce soir
Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir
Realisant mon espoir
Je me lance, vers la gloire

Tuesday, March 20 • Morning

Remus had fallen into the habit of appearing at the meals in the Great Hall late, but this morning he was back to his previously punctual self.

Izabel had been as good as her word, and had left his bed very early. He'd awoken when she had, and had gone so far as to open his mouth to protest her leaving, when the entirety of the circumstances had been recalled. He'd whispered good-bye softly, and did not fall back asleep.

Instead, he'd waited for the leggy warmth that signaled the only remaining evidence of Izabel's presence between the sheets to dissipate and then made quick work of the rest of his early morning duties, starting with removing his fireplace from the Floo Network and warding his room against an all-too-welcome visitor.

Izabel and Remus ~ Hogwarts ~ Complete

There are people who put their dreams in a little box and say, "Yes, I've got dreams, of course I've got dreams." Then they put the box away and bring it out once in awhile to look in it, and yep, they're still there.
~ Erma Bombeck

Monday, March 19th ~ Evening

Schroeder - which was an unusual name for an elf anyway - had informed Izabel that Professor Lupin was asleep and that it hadn't taken long as he'd seemed very tired. He was also the same elf that was assisting Izabel in making sure the items she'd left in Remus' quarters continued to make their way back amongst his things, no matter how many times he tried to get rid of them.

Izabel had chosen one of her regular nightgowns to wear. Nothing overtly sexy, just what she normally wore when sleeping. She pulled a set of teaching robes over the gown and slid her feet into flats.

"Thank you, Schroeder. One of these days you're going to have to explain to me again where you got your name and what exactly a peanuts is - or are," Izabel said while making her way out of her chambers and closing the door behind her. She didn't meet anyone in her journey to Remus' quarters and took a deep breath before reaching out one hand to touch the knob.

At least he hasn't warded me out yet. Forgetfulness or hopefulness? crossed her mind as she stepped inside.

Group Thread ~ Glen Hollow ~ Complete

To celebrate the joining of Harry James Potter and Daphne Diane Greengrass in the bonds of matrimony.

Tuesday, March 13th ~ Early Evening

Hedwig had nearly flown herself into exhaustion, but each of the handful of invitations had made it to their intended recipients in record time.

The ceremony was small and quick. The bride wore the same robes her mother had been married in, the groom a suit. Their friends had gathered in the window room over looking the lake, and Severus Snape gave the bride away.

Remus • The English countryside • Complete

Well, you can learn to be sad
But you must practice like I do
Saturday, March 10 • Evening

The halls were dark and silent when Remus returned to his quarters, shrugging his coat off his shoulders and retiring to bed without checking for any notes from anyone.

He'd left early in the morning, walking through the mist that rolled softly of the lake to the boundaries of Hogwarts, Collapse )