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amazed

Sirius and Harry ~ Grimmauld Place ~ Incomplete

Family isn't about whose blood you have. It's about who you care about.
~ Trey Parker and Matt Stone
Friday, May 4th ~ Afternoon



After kissing Daphne good-bye that morning, Harry started out on the bike toward London. He was planning on turning to back over to Sirius, but he had to admit he was going to miss it. A lot. Therefore, he wasn't in a hurry to get there.

I'll have to get my own and then we can ride them together.

It was a beautiful day and he tooled along the various roads, stopping for lunch in the pub he stopped in once before. The barmaid remembered him, but this time all he had to do was show her his wedding band. She was still friendly, but not like last time.

Gods, Harry decided with a shake of his head. I'm turning into a stodgy old married man - and I love it.

Probably better not let Remus know. I'd never hear the end of it.


Later, pulling up in front of Grimmauld Place, he turned off the motor and merely sat outside looking at the house for a long time. Memories of when Sirius had first come into his life and the offer to live here with him...

Lestrange took care of that quickly enough, but it was still my fault in the long run.

How can I ever make it up to him?


Getting off the bike and parking it next to the front steps, he walked up and knocked on the door.
Don't try it bucko

Izabel, Sirius, Snape and Lupin :: The Shrieking Shack :: Complete

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."
Charming

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 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."
BW

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.
Half-wolven

Izabel, Severus, Sirius and Remus • The Shrieking Shack • Complete

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.
could be

Daphne, Sirius and Harry ~ Glen Hollow ~ Complete

Do you see the thing-a-ma-bob that goes on this doohickey?
Sunday, January 28th ~ Early Afternoon



The area rug in the main sitting room probably wasn't designed with a motorcycle in mind and Harry had taken the precaution of putting a few repellent spells on it, but it probably would have been wiser to roll it up. He only thought about that after the first few things had been removed and spread around.

I should have stuck it with the furniture, he decided with a wince when the first few drops of oil hit it.

Who knew changing the plugs and oil would be so - complicated.

And what the hell does this thing-a-ma-bob do?


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Padfoot

Sirus and Remus ~ The woods near Glen Hollow ~ Complete

They just like monsters
they come to feed on me,
giant little animals to feed
Wednesday, January 3 ~ Night



Damn it. Damn!

You owe me more than just a few bits of pot roast for this, Moony.


Padfoot cursed his lack of memory as a bit of snow-covered brush came back and smacked him in the snout.

He was running, trying to catch Moony's scent and at the same time racking his brains to figure out just what the hell Remus was up to — as far as Sirius could remember, Lupin had never acted like this before, when they were back at Hogwarts ... but then, how could Sirius be sure? Even if he could speak, there was no one whom he could ask, other than the werewolf himself ... who was nowhere to be found.
Reg

WWN Hallowe'en Broadcast

A spider crawled across my face,
Spreading its web on the human race …
Mama Loi, Papa Loi
I see fire in the dead man's eye
Saturday, Oct. 28 ~ Nightfall to dawn





"... Get your fun in while you can, because a cold front will be settling in tomorrow. Tonight will be a busy night across the land, with pubs packed and parties in full swing.

"And why do you think it is, my dear listeners? Just because the holiday proper falls on a weekday? Oh, no, I hardly think it's that simple.

"Hallowe'en is Tuesday. All Hallows' Eve, Samhain, the night when spirits may breech the barrier between their world and ours with ease.

"Let all the good little witches and wizards have their fun tonight. Make it your own. For Hallowe'en ... does not belong to us."
Wolfish

Izabel, Remus and Sirius || Glen Hollow || Complete

I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
Monday, July 10 || Late night



Lupin had excused himself from the living room and made his way up to the bedroom.

Between classes at the Phoenix he'd torn through his books, looking for answers but as usual finding nothing concrete that would indicate what Vasily had been referring to when he said what he had to Izabel. By now all but the most subtle of traces of what the vampire had done should be gone ... which left the question of what exactly a werewolf's association with Izabel meant in the eyes of the fae.

To hell with them.

Remus drank down his Wolfsbane, then looked into the mirror.

They could sense all they wanted — this was one Dark creature who wasn't going anywhere.