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How did you survive all those fires and floods?
Saturday, July 21 :: Afternoon



Not too long ago Tonks wanted more than anything to get into this room. She wasn't a stickler for order or anything, but the state of Wilson's office went past a bit mussed into an outright detriment to anything they wanted to do.

He'd even had charms put on so the paper-airplane memos she sent never made it to him; they flew off to who knew where.

Nothing to keep her out of the supervisor's office now, though.

Tonks had made a couple of borderline-insubordinate comments this morning when Kingsley, who'd come up from London himself to direct the aftermath of last night's debacle, had suggested she go home and get some sleep after the initial interview were over.

It felt like the war again.Collapse )
 
 
 
 
 
 
Letting the days go by
Let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by
Water flowing underground
Saturday, June 30 • Early evening



Remus stood still on the bare sod that yet surrounded cottege, eyes closed. Apparating from London after taking a dosage of Wolfsbane required a moment's recovery.

When his head ceased swimming quite so much, he swallowed again to attempt to clear the taste from his mouth and moved to the door, his shoes making soft marks in the lane where a proper walk would soon be.

This would be his hiding place tonight, if not his home yet. No more Shrieking Shack, and no more Snape — although to be honest not having the Potions Master available to check over the other Apothecary's work on the new version of Wolfsbane was a bit worrying. There were more new elements to this moon than Remus liked.Collapse )
 
 
 
 
 
 
Some times there are sacrifices to be made.
Wednesday, June 13th ~*~ Afternoon




Daphne said her goodbyes to Anne Perks, and stepped away from the woman's hospital bed.

After hearing what had happened on Monday, she'd wanted to visit the two people that had gotten hurt. Guilt had eaten at her for the last few days even though she hadn't had any part in what had happened when Bellatrix died, but that didn't stop her from wanting to see for herself that Anne and Snape would eventually be alright.

Dealing with her guilt over Bellatrix's death would take much more, she knew.

She stopped to lean against her husband for a moment, seeking a bit of comfort and strength, before moving on to find Snape.

Covered in bandages and looking even paler than normal, he was propped up against some pillows in his bed, arguing with his Healer. That, more than anything else could have, served to reassure her.
 
 
 
 
 
 
The secret marriage vow is never spoken
The secret marriage never can be broken
Friday, June 1 • Morning



"I think we have it from here, Poppy." Lupin leaned slightly on Izabel's shoulder, grateful to be back at the castle. His voice was hoarse and low. "Thank you as ever."

They had a lot to be thankful for, as it were. The night had gone well, which meant Remus was ready to say goodbye to the Shrieking Shack, and the extra supervision he'd requested, once more.

Once the Mediwitch was safely out of hearing range, he confessed, "I think the walk from the Willow is considerably longer than when I was a teenager."
 
 
 
 
 
 
I'm tired of good-byes and burials
Friends I have known
Some I just met
Standing around
It's hard to forget - now isn't it?
Sunday, May 20 • Morning



He'd swung by Glen Hollow yesterday, before going out to work on the cottage, but by the time Remus had finally managed to leave his bed — for some reason, his wife had wanted him to stick around, and he'd been more than willing to oblige — Harry and Daphne were already off for the day.

Harry had owled back in response to the note Remus had left that they'd be at home on Sunday, and so Remus tried again.

An unpleasant job didn't get any easier by putting it off.

Remus let himself in the house and went looking for Harry.
 
 
 
 
 
 
He feels the presence of the wind around him
He feels the power of the past behind him
Friday, May 18 • Afternoon



I know, under the circumstances, that this can be but little comfort to you, but despite how it seems, I am sorry.

We both know it was no accident, and that any reasons I might give for what happened are just worthless excuses — there can be no justification offered for what was done to you.

Nor can you receive justice.Collapse )
 
 
 
 
 
 
A great marriage is not when the 'perfect couple' comes together. It is when an imperfect couple learns to enjoy their differences.
~ Dave Meurer

Sunday, May 6th ~ Late Morning



Since Izabel and Remus were at Glen Hollow and appeared to be disinclined to 'socialize', Harry hadn't done any work in his shop. Izabel was wearing the engagement ring again and the last thing he wanted to do was face a grumpy Remus when the noise filtered up to his suite.

Wouldn't want to disturb them while they're making up for lost time - so to speak, Harry decided with a chuckle. Wondering if Daphne was up and about yet he headed up the stairs to check.

If she is good and if she isn't - better.
 
 
 
 
 
 
If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.
- Abraham Sutzkever
Saturday, May 5th ~ Afternoon



Roger grabbed a bottle of ale and set the broom he had just dismounted carefully aside. Looking around he couldn't keep the grin off his face. Some friends, a picnic, a few rounds of Quidditch, and a cold ale to drink - there was no better way to celebrate your birthday in his opinion.

And the best was yet to come.

Roger made his way over to Vera, thinking of the surprise he had enlisted the house elves help in setting up back in his quarters. Roger couldn't stop smiling as he plopped down next to his - hopefully - future wife and gave her a kiss.

"And what have you been up to?"
 
 
 
 
 
 
Ah, the moon's too bright
The chain's too tight
The beast won't go to sleep
I've been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah, but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees

Friday, May 4 • Evening



Before he'd popped down to Glen Hollow after his final afternoon class to pick up a very necessary component to tonight's plans, Lupin had asked one of the house-elves to tidy his quarters for a private dinner for himself and Professor Sinistra.

In retrospect, the need to repeat himself that while yes, it was a special occasion but no, it wasn't a secret from Izabel and the elf didn't need to worry about that should have tipped Remus off; he returned to a set of rooms transformed.

Instead of the comfortable mix of old books and scrolls, occasional DADA object and, a recent addition, samples of paint colors and cottage plans — his quarters could now be photographed for Witch Weekly.

Remus whistled lowly and inspected the table that had been set up in the main room. Impeccable white tablecloth he was nearly afraid to touch, sparkling tableware, crystal candlesticks he didn't remember having seen in the castle's collection before, but then who knew with house-elves.

He walked into the bedroom, and his amazement turned into laughter; there were even mints on the pillows. The elves had apparently done their able best to change his humble quarters into a high-end hotel suite.

It was more than Remus had requested, but he knew better than to argue with the results.
 
 
 
 
 
 
I ... takes over slowly
But doesn't last very long
I ... no need to worry
Evr'ything's under control
Wednesday, May 2 :: Evening



Wisps of steam rose from the goblet containing the altered wolfsbane.

"Assuming the minor vomiting problem is taken care of without harming the potion's effectiveness ... there's one full moon after this one before end of term. I think to be safe, that should be spent here as well, even if tonight goes as expected. One last hurrah."

Remus tilted the cup toward Snape in acknowledgement and began to drink.

Over the summer there was the cottage to stay at, and there were few places in the British Isles quite so secure to keep a werewolf. By the time fall term rolled around, if things went well, if there were no setbacks, if he was completely sure of being back to normal ... perhaps the cage at Hogwarts could be used again.

Privately, Remus doubted he'd ever feel that secure. Full moons from now on would mean the cottage. It was close enough, and it was remote.

"And you'll not have to brew this potion for me again, Merlin willing."
 
 
 
 
 
 
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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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."
 
 
 
 
 
 
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?
 
 
 
 
 
 
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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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.

"Doris?"

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

"Doris!"

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

"Doris!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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, where one could Apparate at will.Collapse )
 
 
 
 
 
 
There is no remedy for love but to love more.
~ Henry David Thoreau

Thursday, March 8th ~ Evening



Trying to ease their relationship back to appearing merely friends wasn't easy, but it was what Izabel thought Remus could handle.

Until he breaks of course.Collapse )
 
 
 
 
 
 
Somebody calls you but you cannot hear
Get closer to be far away
Monday, March 5 • Evening



He was going to spend the night in his own quarters and not the Infirmary, no matter what Poppy said.

The expression on Vector's face when he'd encountered her in a corridor was a hint to turn around — Remus read the "You deserve a kick in the shins" change to "Dear Hecate, you look a mess" quite clearly in her eyes — but seeing as how he'd come this far, he thought he might as well keep on.

All in all, it was less awkward than the walk he'd made to the Front Gates after his first resignation, so really he was coming out ahead.

He could manage a walk though the hallways, just as he could handle most — well, half — a class schedule on the morrow, and the meals at the Staff Table.Collapse )
 
 
 
 
 
 
You and I - may kill ourselves
You and I - go straight to hell
Saturday, March 3 • Dusk



Up before dawn, simply because of restlessness and not because the moon called and would not be denied. Out to the woods, to fell trees and split lumber with an axe, not a wand.

Neither rocks nor words helped to drive the black dog off during the day's toil, but if Sirius wasn't smart enough to take care of himself, so be it. Ropes and a stunner served to make sure Lupin's trip toward Hogsmeade, when at last it came time, was made alone.

Remus slipped inside the Shrieking Shack, well before dark fell, to fashion a cage amidst the dust and shadows.

Bone-weary, half dead ... and knowing it hadn't done any good at all, that within hours the wolf would still be at full strength. He could feel its eagerness.
 
 
 
 
 
 
I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire
Don't touch me, I'm a real live wire
Tuesday, February 27 • Evening



The moon had transitioned into the first quarter, and now waxed fuller each night. With it, the remnants of the werewolf heart still swimming in Lupin's blood grew in power.

Or, at least, so Remus hoped.

It was possible, after all, that the memories floating through his head now at times — peering into windows, stalking a child, rending flesh, closing in on Rose, biting Bill, the night he himself was bitten — were pure invention, a melange of phantom smells and sights produced by a sick and ailing mind, and not the lingering legacy of Greyback.

Books indicated that the blackouts and ill temper that he could not control as well as before were a lingering symptom of the heart, which kept its power as a poison from one full moon to the next. He hoped that they were right.Collapse )
 
 
 
 
 
 
The words of love are not enough
Though sweet as wine, as thick as blood
Wednesday, February 14 • Night



They were together again in his dream.

Shifting, sighing, one blending into the other and neither letting go.

The new moon was approaching; in theory Remus was as much in control of himself as he would be this cycle. He needed to know how much of the poison remained, and he needed not to rely upon the sleeping draughts every night. Whatever the modified wolfsbane potion would consist of, it probably wouldn't be helped with all manner of other potions swimming in his system. Lupin hadn't consulted anyone; he'd simply decided to make himself a blank canvas.

Free of restraints, his sleeping mind had gone directly to Izabel.Collapse )