A [Location: 5721 Cunningham Road, Action, locked to not!family (Basini and Shilo)]

[Something was terribly wrong, and though he didn't know what, he could feel the wrongness even before he opened his eyes.  It wasn't that he was in a strange bed; in the past months he'd spent more time on couches and at temporary lodgings then he had in his room at ( Read more... )

They'd been on their vacation for two weeks, and every night Teddy crashed the moment he was in bed, sleeping soundly until morning when he was up with the sun, racing to go again.  Harry had been with them for a few days, and though it took Teddy a day to bounce back from missing him the boy was happier then Remus had seen him for a while.  This ( Read more... )

The first official day of their living together passed quietly and comfortably. They awoke in a tangle of limbs and shared a breakfast of crepes before heading to the Burrow. Bill was home, released by Poppy into the care of his mother and wife-to-be, and despite the funeral the previous day and the battle the week before the Weasley house was ( Read more... )

Dumbledore's funeral was a blur of images and emotions. It might have overwhelmed him, if not for the anchor of Dora's hand in his, holding tight the entire time. Escorting the children to the train had been almost as difficult; Harry, Hermione and Ron were all but glued together, and he knew that this was the last time he'd watch James's son ( Read more... )

Talking to Snape was never an easy thing.  Asking favours of Snape was almost painful, and something he could only do for someone else's benefit, not his own.  He was eternally grateful to Albus that he had been the one to ask (or, knowing Dumbledore, tell) Snape to make the Wolfsbane potion for him; even then accepting the potion every month was a ( Read more... )

He ran as fast and far as he could, his flight ended when he tripped over something and landed on his side on the forest floor.  Not thinking about running meant thinking about other things, and he hadn't even managed to halfway sit up when the contents of his stomach unleashed themselves on the base of a tree.  Wave after wave of dry heaves ( Read more... )

The water was hot enough to turn his skin red and burn the cuts on his hands, but he didn't adjust the temperature.  He felt dirty, not just from five days without bathing, but from all he had seen and all he had understood.  All the reading and interviews in the world couldn't prepare him for what a pack of werewolves was really like; the ( Read more... )

Two days.  He felt the weight of time on his shoulders, a pressing countdown that told him that everything that hadn't ended in the days since Sirius had died would be coming to and end soon.  In two days he would leave Grimmauld Place, and Dora, and everything that mattered behind and become the part of himself that he'd fought against since he ( Read more... )

Wolfsbane potion imbibed by a wizard now flowed through the veins of a wolf, calming him, keeping his more dangerous predilections at bay.  Sometimes the draught was enough to cool his blood and allow him to curl up before the fire and sleep, but not tonight.  Tonight he prowled the room he could not leave, thanks to charms he could not undo in ( Read more... )

With the last class of the day over, Remus was eager to clean up the lesson and get to the hospital wing to collect Teddy, who he had not seen since lunch.  He fed the lobalugs they had been talking about in this past class, as well as the pixies from fifth form, and made sure that both tank and cages were locked tight; it wouldn't do to have ( Read more... )