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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.
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."
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.
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.
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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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.
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."
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.
Making a list/Find the cost of opportunity
Sunday, June 25 || Afternoon

"Don't look like that. Even if they can't figure it out, it doesn't mean you won't on your own. I know who'd I'd put my money on."

"Gah! No licking — you want that extra roast we agreed on, or not?"

"Hey, if it were up to me you'd get a seat at the table, but there it is. We have a deal, right? Shake on it."

"Oh, I'm so getting you back for that."
Love is not blind - it sees more, not less.
But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.
~ Rabbi Julius Gordon ~
Thursday, April 13th ~ Evening

Izabel had waited outside the room after giving Remus a hug and kiss. She hadn't stayed the whole evening last month, mostly because she didn't want Sirius to feel 'pushed out' or get the mistaken idea that she was threatened by his presence. The latest development, however, made her a little less worried about infringing on their time together. With Sirius as Padfoot, the circumstances had changed slightly. And she did so want to see the wolf inside the man she loved.

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There is no coming to consciousness without pain.
~ Carl G. Jung ~
Sunday, April 9th ~ Early Evening

Daphne had asked him to show her some of the spells they would be teaching at The Phoenix. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to. It was one thing to teach a student he wasn't involved with. It was another to try and impart some knowledge to the woman in his life.

Can I be impartial enough? Is good enough really good enough or could I end up harming her in a way because I wasn't tough enough on her? Can't ask Draco - he'd have way too much fun tormenting her. Snape - no. Remus isn't teaching yet. So it's me.

The thought process hadn't taken very long, and he turned back around to give Daphne a wry smile.

"You're sure? I'm going to warn you - I won't be taking it easy on you. If you're going to learn this - you're going to do it right."
Oh, for the life of a dog.
Sunday, April 2nd ~*~ Very Early Afternoon

Daphne had been a little worried that Sirius might feel insulted when the ball was brought out and they'd begun tossing it around in the yard but he seemed to be enjoying himself.

She certainly was.

It was a beautiful day and the three of them - Harry and Sirius and she - had been running around yard playing for awhile.

Somehow Daphne ended up with the ball once more and shrieked as she realized both Harry and Sirius were bounding toward her.
Strange Bedfellows
Monday, March 20th ~ Evening

After making sure that the bar in the living room was fully stocked, Harry checked the snacks Dobby had prepared earlier and left out.

Damn. I need to talk to Remus before the others get here. I hope he got my owl in plenty of time to get here a few minutes early.

I really don't think he'd appreciate hearing about Sirius' condition in front of Snape and company.
If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.
Sunday, March 19th ~*~ Afternoon

Her face still burned every time she thought about Friday night at the pub. As if Malfoy's shamrocks weren't bad enough, she'd gone and gotten drunk tipsy. And then Sirius...

In atonement, Daphne had offered to make dinner for Harry and Sirius if he wanted some.

Her knife flew, dicing ingredients as she muttered to herself.

"Great impression I'm sure I made. Drinking like a fish and kissing strangers, shamrocks popping up behind me everywhere I went."

Bits were thrown into a large pot on the stove.

"Draco bloody Malfoy, thinking he's the greatest thing since floo powder. Someone needs to take him down a peg or two."
St Patrick's Day
Friday, March 17th ~ Evening

"...and to end our little salute to St Patrick, we bring you some little known facts about a drink I'm sure the majority of you will have consumed before the evening is over."

A slight rustle of paper is heard and a throat is cleared lightly.

"About 4000 years ago, it was the accepted practice in Babylonia that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer, and because their calender was lunar based, this period was called the 'honey month' or what we know today as the 'Honeymoon'.

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My chest is aching, burns like a furnace,
the burning keeps me alive
Wednesday || The Ides of March || Morning

Even in Hogwarts, dungeons were cold things. Or perhaps it was simply the adjustment away from a fur coat that made it seem so; all Remus knew was that it was usually the chill seeping into his bones that woke him.

Penance paid for another month.

He opened his eyes and studied the stones of the ceiling until he heard a noise in the hall, a clear signal to make himself presentable. A hand groped for the blanket.

After a moment, reluctantly, Lupin swung his legs over the side of the cot to sit up. The motion brought a wince, joints as always protesting the inhuman treatment they'd received.
Nothin' to do and no where to go-o-oh
I wanna be sedated

Tuesday, March 14th ~ Early Evening

Last month's avoidance efforts hadn't been terribly effective, especially when he heard the news of the children.

For days afterward there had been a sense of unease haunting him and Bill knew that drinking himself into a stupor wouldn't work again. When the skin tingling anxiety hit tonight he wanted to be absolutely certain that... That what, Bill? That you're not turning into raving beast and eating children? You don't transform, you haven't after all these years. No matter how much the need may torture your body and mind in the light of the moon, or how you want to. Yes, want to. Admit it, Billy Boy, if it will end the urges that mess so badly with your head, you would gladly give your body over to the wolf for one night out of the month to run free in the woods. To feel truly alive like the whispers in the darkness promise.

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Claiming Cousinship
Sunday, March 12th ~ Evening

Sirius left his room in favor of the living room, hoping that the change of scenery would clear his mind. The solitary atmosphere of the house was beginning to wear on him, and his thoughts -- particularly those that insisted upon remembering the what led him to be as he was -- left him feeling discontent.

He made himself a drink and nursed it for a while, before considering going for a walk. It would give him something to do, after all.
There is a party, everyone is there.
Everyone will leave at exactly the same time.
Friday, March 10 || Evening

They weren't due at Harry's for a while yet, but Remus was ready and knocking at Izabel's door.

It had been much too late to disturb her when he'd got back last night, and he was hoping for a moment of quiet talk before heading out to meet everyone.

And if she weren't ready yet and he got to sit on the bed and watch her prepare, well.

It was his birthday, wasn't it? He could do what he wanted.
Escape From The Manor
Thursday, March 9th ~ Late Evening to Early Morning Hours

Draco had lost his bloody mind. That was the only explanation he had as to why he was skulking through the Manor peeking in the guest suites while Potty, Lupin and Weasley waited a short distance outside the gates. 'Hurry Draco!' Like I'd grab him and pop downstairs for tea before leaving!


Draco frowned as he left another empty room. Surely he's not in the dungeons with all the press about the case? Spotting a sliver of light down the hall from a slightly ajar door down the hallway, Draco slipped quietly over to peek in.

Don't let me see Aunt Bella naked, I don't think I'd recover.
It's hard to make up your mind with a programmed brain.
Wednesday, March 8 * Morning

"I am Bellatrix Black Lestrange, and I stand before you an innocent woman."

She sat down sedately at the table next to one of her solicitors. Her carriage was upright, every line proclaiming her breeding. Bella's hair was sleek and smooth for the first time in years. Her silken robes were pressed; her manicure, spotless.

And equal parts rage and confusion pulsed through her veins.

She wasn't catatonic, nor was she dreaming — but she found herself helpless to move or speak of her own will. She was a puppet, pulled by strings she couldn't see.

As her hearing unfolded in front of her, she was unable to do anything to further her cause.

Bellatrix hated everyone and everything.
Family Ties

Thursday, March 2nd ~ Early Afternoon

The Malfoy Manor was enormous. Sirius wandered around for nearly an hour, and yet he had only covered a fraction of its halls. The more he explored, the more uncomfortable and lost he felt. The Manor was certainly filled with all sorts of expensive objects, but it was still empty. Empty and dark. Sirius didn't like it at all, and he knew that there was a reason for that. He would have returned to his room if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't bear to be confined to its walls any longer.

Despite the aura of the Manor, Sirius managed to sleep through the night. His dreams were more pleasant than they had been in a long, which he figured was due to the treatment he received the night before. The dreams still managed to grate his nerves, however. As he traveled through the Manor, he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to look for someone, that he wasn't making the right decision by remaining with Narcissa.

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The Puppy Is Found.
Wednesday, March 1st ~ Late Afternoon

How was it possible for Bella and the Dark Lord to bring him back? We may never know now. He is dead and she is - what she is and probably will always be.

Pleasantly surprised, Narcissa looked at the unconscious man that was laying on the settee. His clothes would need to be burned, the hair tamed and a bit of weight put on him before he was presentable, but the fact that he was alive and in one piece was amazing. Turning in the direction of the two men responsible for depositing their burden on her settee, Narcissa raised her chin.

"That will be all for today. You may expect adequate compensation in the normal manner as long as these proceedings remain between us."

Nodding their heads the two gentlemen left as quickly as they could.

Lumbering oafs. They left black marks on the tile in the foyer.

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