Title: The Five Ways Remus Loved The Lost
Author: Loony4lupin
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Remus/Lily, Remus/James, Remus/Sirius/James, Remus/James/Lily, Remus/Sirius and a bit of Remus/Tonks foreshadowing if you squint because I’m all about the canon baby—But nothing dodgy, I’m awfully creative.
Warnings: Sex (in all forms), slash (in all forms), Hurt/comfort sex, and canon freedom. Baby!Harry too.
Summary: Don’t ever say that Remus forgot what they meant to him. Because he loved them, he loved all of them; as absent or departed as they were.
“Remus…” He looked up from his Potions notes to see James perched on the edge of his bed, albeit very awkwardly. But after four years of knowing James, Remus knew that he wanted to speak to him about something. So he just waited with an arched eyebrow and what he hoped was an opened minded expression, Remus really wanted to get back to studying. Who knows what the potions exam would be like and he hadn’t quite read through his entire notes.
“I was wondering-” James cut himself off and rubbed his face with his hands.
“Whatever it is, out with it; it’s alright.” Remus scooted closer to James, furrowing his brow at the way he looked even more nervous.
“Haveyoueverkissedanyone?” Remus had to replay the sound clip over in his head several times before he could distinguish anything. It appeared James was having girl trouble… Remus just bit his lip and ran his hand through his hair.
“Well, if you count the time Sarah Triner attacked me then yes.” Unfortunately for Remus, James just looked even more uncomfortable. “But it’s not like I’m more experienced than you or anything, I’m sure Lily will come around even-”
“It’s not that.” Remus just clamped his mouth shut. He obviously was just making a fool of himself.
“I mean, have you ever kissed a boy?” Remus’ jaw promptly unclamped in the most inelegant way and looked a bit like a guppy. But James just plowed on looking more relieved to have said what he was trying to say than anything. “I’ve just been wondering, ya know? What if I- Lily does end up going out with me and I, well you know… I’m a poofer?”
Remus was torn between laughter and anger. James still thought about Lily, even when he was thinking about kissing another boy; which was the cause for the thought of laughter. James had implied that he thought that Remus, beyond any of their other friends, would have kissed a boy which was why he was sitting next to him asking him and not someone else; hence the nod towards anger.
“I was just wondering, if you know…” James stopped short and looked Remus in the eye, which made Remus shiver at the mix of intensity and vulnerability in those hazel eyes. “I just wanted to kiss you because if I was a poofer, you wouldn’t care or take the mickey out of me and if I wasn’t… well I know you wouldn’t tell.”
Remus just sat there. It was a lot to take in, especially since James just asked to kiss him, on his bed, in the late Sunday afternoon before finals of their fourth year of Hogwarts. James had just asked to kiss him.
“Sure.” It was out of his mouth before he could stop it. And even when he opened his mouth to take it back, the look of relieve and gratitude was too great on James’ face to even think of going through with his rebuttal sentence. Instead, he just leaned closer to James’ lips and waited for James to close the gap.
His lips pressed tentatively against his own before James tongue found purchase over Remus’ lips and mouth. They hands hung loosely at their sides and Remus tried to be a more active participant to the way James thrust his tongue along his teeth and the firm press of hard lines, of boy,but before Remus could really begin to realize just how wonderful James’ lips felt against his own they were gone.
Remus slowly opened his eyes and tried to focus on James. A James who was now staring at his crotch. Remus ventured speech at this point because its confusion was starting to fill the room up with all sorts of awkwardness.
“James, why are you staring at your crotch?” The boy sitting across from Remus quickly looked up from his crotch.
“Oh, well. I just wanted to see if there was, ya know… any reaction.” Remus nodded his head in hazy understanding. “Well, thanks mate. See you at dinner.”
And then James was gone.
Remus looked down at this own crotch to find his trousers tenting. He arched an eyebrow at this, picked up his potions notes and made a mental note to take care of his prick after his studying was done.
Remus never thought about kissing another girl ever again.
- - - - -
The Gryffindor Common Room was almost completely deserted, for the exception of himself and fellow prefect Lily Evans. The latter was sprawled out on the rug near the dying fire at his feet. Everything was in nice, blissful silence, until Lily got bored… which meant that Remus would have to deal with her complaining about James (which he had by now, figured out that she actually fancied the pants off of) or have her lecture about his own love life (which was currently being occupied by a gent by the name of Lawrence Chaplin).
“Have you touched it yet?” Remus shook his head, looks like they were talking about his love life. The only way to go was to fain innocence.
“Touch what, Lils?” He heard an indignant scoff, but kept his eyes glued to his book.
“Lawrence’s prick, you poofer.” He couldn’t help but chuckle, obvious Lily wanted something about of him. He shut the book and set it down on the couch, only to find Lily looking at him from her place at the floor, upside down.
“Yes I have.” Interested sparked in her eyes.
“Yeah…?” Remus just closed his eyes and made a motion with his hands. Lily just squealed. “What’s it like? Was it big? Did you make him come? Did you let him touch you? How far have you gone?”
All of this was in a huge gush of breath and he was pleased to see that Lily at least had the decency to look halfway embarrassed. But he knew she didn’t have any real friends in her own dorm, just a couple of girls, but most of her time she spent studying; usually with Remus.
“Brilliant. Medium. Yes. Yes. We’ve pleased each other… orally.” Then he picked up his book and continued where he left off, letting the new information set in before a second burst of questions. Lily seemed fascinated with his love life, mostly because all of her sexual encounters were with Muggles who she didn’t give a rats arse about, were slightly bad and embarrassing and of course, Remus was a queer and according to Lily; it made everything more exciting.
But Lily’s next round of questioning never came. Instead, after about ten minutes, Remus’ world went black.
“Lily! Get this thing off my eyes!” His hands dropped the book and scrambled for purchase over the Gryffindor tie over his eyes. But Lily’s soft hands stopped him before he found the right end of the tie.
“We are all about studying… right Remus?” He furrowed his brow at the nervousness in her voice, and could imagine the way she pursed her lips as she spoke. “And you trust me, right Remus?” He only nodded mutely.
“Then teach me.”
“What?” His mind tried to wrap around what she was purposing but the idea seemed foggy in his mind.
“Please Remus, teach me how to suck guys off.” Remus sharp intake of breath surprised him. But Lily’s voice was against his ear and a million images of the way Lawrence had looked on his knees in the library two days ago flashed before his eyes.
“I can trust you. I just want to know what it’s like, know what I’m doing, before I have to do it for real. And I don’t want to be a slag.” Remus found himself nodding before he had time to truly know what he was signing up for.
“Tell me what to do.” The words seeped out of Lily like a pray and Remus licked his lips. He felt Lily’s hands pop open the button on his fly and unzip his trousers, but as her hands crept to the front of his pants he stopped her.
“You… you need to um-”
“Make you hard?” Remus swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded.
“But I don’t have a cock.” The innocence in Lily’s voice was too much for him and Remus chuckled. He couldn’t believe he was doing this.
“Talk to me then.” Although he couldn’t believe he had just told Lily Evans, his best friend, to speak dirty to him he couldn’t take it back. But Lily had read enough smut to start her own dirty library, so he just sat there in silence and in slight anticipation.
“Alright. Imagine … imagine Lawrence.” The blond Ravenclaw, with his nicely toned thighs and pale skin slowly swirled into focus and he felt his cock twitch. Lily lowered her voice, and stroked his thighs. “And he’s naked and hard.”
Remus nodded, shifting in his seat.
“He’s panting, you’ve just tasted him. And he hasn’t come yet, and he’s begging you to let him. Begging you to fuck him.” He felt himself harden and he mewed when he heard her gasp. Remus felt her fingers trail across his cock.
“Watch the nails.” The pads of her fingers pressed harder, as if to apologize and she went on.
“Lawrence is on his hands and knees, pushing his arse back against you, begging to be your whore.” Lily was stroking him in earnest now and he let his head fall onto the back of the settee, imaging Lawrence tight arse in front of him, willing his imagination to play tricks on him.
“And you stick your fingers in his mouth and then your fingers in his hole, stretching him for your big cock.” He moaned when he felt Lily’s breath across his aching prick. He wanted to tell her to stop, that he shouldn’t take advantage of her warm mouth but he couldn’t because the image of a tight ass was all he could think about and willed himself to seek her mouth, nudging her lips with his cock.
“Please…” He heard his own voice, as Lily’s hand went to cup his balls as she tentatively licked the tip. And he imagined pushing the tip of his prick into Lawrence feeling that white, hot, heat wrapped around him, pushing back to get more of him inside.
Lily slowly took him in, inch by inch and it only added to Remus’ fantasy. But then she stopped, as if she was lost as to what to do. Remus tried to bring his fuzzy mind back to the ‘lesson’ at hand.
“Take your, tongue-” But she was already swiping the underside of his prick with her tongue and he let out an unintelligible moan as she hit a particularly sensitive spot. Then again and again. But she didn’t move her head.
“Bob your head.” Remus barely could choke out as she began to slide up and down him. But it wasn’t enough and he reach down to grab her hand with his on top, together fisting his cock in the opposite direction her mouth was going.
“Relax your throat, mind your teeth.” Remus tried to stay conscious, tried not to buck his hips and loose himself to his imagination but he was loosing ground fast. And before he knew it he was lost in his fantasy.
But something was different. The boy on his hands and knees had lost his pale, golden brown and turned more tan than normal. His back more rippled with muscle and his thighs pushed back stronger than he would ever imagine Lawrence being able to. Remus hips arched back and forth, fucking Lily’s mouth in real life, and fucking the most delectably tight arse he had ever seen in his mind. He could hear his own moans in his ears and faintly wondered if he were choking Lily but he couldn’t care because his fantasy was getting out of control and he could feel his balls tightening as his fantasy boy begged for him to go harder. And the mane of black hair seemed to rise up from his fantasy and squeeze his cock and shot his name and Remus was coming with a shout of his own.
“SIRIUS!!”
There was no basking in bliss of his orgasm, the best he’d had in awhile, because Lily had ripped off the blind fold. His come was still at the corners of her mouth as she probably hadn’t had any warning before he shot his load into her mouth. He felt guilt creep up into him and he went to wipe his spunk off her mouth.
“You just… You just screamed Sirius’ name when you came.” Remus felt the panic.
“Remus John Lupin, tell me right now how long you’ve been fantasizing about Sirius!?”
Maybe the better question was when would it end?
- - - -
It was the worst first date he had ever experienced in his life. Sirius was stuck in detention for half of it and when they did make it to Hogsmeade everything was closed except for a shady bar, where they ate stale peanuts and drank fuzzy ale. And they had been awkward and all sorts of knees and elbows and it took Sirius four tries to kiss Remus properly when walking up to the castle. Finally, Remus had taken control of the situation after Sirius had fumbled out that he had only done this once and spent most of the time wishing it were Remus and not some random muggle bloke. But it was okay, because it was with Sirius and they were half way to drunk and fumbling with buttons and door knobs and finally with bed hangings.
And it was standing next to the bed that Remus noticed James with his bed hangings open, as well as his mouth; and when Remus met his eye, while Sirius fumbled with the last buttons of his undershirt, he found something strange there. It was shock and acceptance and loneliness. It was something he couldn’t deny as something he’d felt before, before tonight and Sirius.
The Marauder’s shared everything.
This was no different.
So when Sirius sank to his knees in front of Remus, trialing words of love all down his belly, Remus locked eyes with James just as Sirius swallowed him whole. Remus winced and sucked in breath, because Sirius was all teeth and passion and no technique but it was still Sirius and that alone was enough to make Remus feel the tightening in his balls. It was strange to stand in front of the first boy he ever kissed and let the last boy he’d ever love fuck him with his mouth. And if Remus wasn’t so concentrated on keeping his eyes open and not coming when Sirius moaned around his prick; he would have thought of the irony of the entire situation. Instead he just hauled Sirius up for a kiss.
They fell back onto the bed in a way that only practiced lovers do, automatically rearranging their limbs to make room for the other. And when Remus found his way on top of Sirius, pressing his hips against his in sudden jerky movements. Sirius squirmed and moaned and begged until Remus couldn’t hold off any longer and licked his way down Sirius’ body, pausing to nip and suck on grooves and lines and history until Sirius was whimpering. Remus didn’t think there was anything more beautiful than Sirius coming undone.
So when Remus’ mouth found his pucker and worked his fingers into that hole of heat and lust, Sirius bucked and pushed and screamed until Remus thrust his cock into him with such force that both of them cried. And Sirius cringed and went limp while Remus tried to stay as still as possible, as he was engulfed by heat so incredibly consuming he could hardly open his eyes to meet James’ or murmur words of love and praise to Sirius. But when he did, James was fisting his cock with his face screwed up but his eyes locked onto Remus.
Only then did Remus move.
He pulled and pushed and Sirius screamed and moaned.
Remus couldn’t stop his hand for finding Sirius’ length and tugging until he felt the spurts of heat along his chest, the look of pure love and bliss crossed Sirius’ face and Remus felt like he was coming home. It only took a couple more thrusts until Remus was coming with Sirius’ name on his lips and he could faintly hear James come as well behind him, with Lily’s name on his.
And then it went black.
When he came to, James’ curtains were closed and Sirius was pressing kisses along his face.
“Umph.” Remus tried to move off of him, slipping out of his arse at the same time.
“You’re so articulate after a shag.” Sirius of course was sun shine and daisies, and it was perfect.
“Yeah, well…” he couldn’t find any more words to say, so he just buried his head into Sirius’ bony shoulder.
“Looks like we won’t have to tell Prongs.”
“Nope.” Remus tensed, what would Sirius say.
“I hope he gets together with Lily soon.”
“Me too.”
Remus felt Sirius shift a bit and wrap his arms around him as they both drifted off to the most peaceful sleep either of them had had in years.
- - - -
He couldn’t breathe. It was anger and love and betrayal and pain and need and guilt. It had been the longest month of his life, from the morning he woke up with James beside him in the hospital room and Sirius’ thousand apologies that Remus could not bring himself to accept yet. Remus needed to forgive, needed to make it better so he could feel whole again, so he could look at Sirius and feel human again. So when Lily came to him, with soft hands and soothing voices, he followed willingly.
Lily always made it better, she always made everything right.
She led him away from the Great Hall, her hand in his, with James in tow and Sirius’ gaze burning holes in their steps. But Remus just closed his eyes and allowed them to lead them where ever they were going, and ignored the pull to go back to Sirius; even if it was to eat dinner in stony silence.
The dorm room was dim and warm when they got there, the night spilling through the open windows. James sat and scooted onto his bed, pulling Remus with him to settle in between his leg, and he traced patterns over his shoulders and whispered into his ear. Things like: it’s going to be okay and let us worship you and love you Moony and please and human and beautiful and forgiveness and let us fill you.
And Remus did.
He leaned his head against James’ strong shoulder and let Lily undress him, kissing and caressing every single inch of his skin, licking all the scars away, all the wolf all the ugliness that had consumed him. Time passed slowly until the three of them were undressed. James’ hard lines and history behind him with Lily’s warm comfort in front of him and Remus began to feel alright because he began to come undone.
James lifted Remus to sit on his lap and leaned him back, spreading his legs wide as Lily kissed the inner parts of his thighs. Remus could feel James cock pressing against the curve of his arse and he pressed back, feeling the moan of appreciation vibrate against his back. Lily’s lips found Remus’ weeping head only moments before James’ fingers began to caress his hole and everything melted away.
It was just Lily’s lips and James’ hands and Remus moaned and squirmed, pressing down and letting James’ fingers thrust him into Lily’s mouth. Remus could feel the humanity seeping into him, could feel them pouring it into them. James was whispering the most delicious and naughty things in his ear, and when he added three fingers into Remus, stretching him and curling to hit his prostrate while Lily sucked furiously on his cock, Remus knew everything was alright.
And when James removed his fingers and Lily licked his cock one last time, he moaned from the loss of contact only to have his eyes fly open when he felt warm, blunt cock pushing at his hole and Lily’s eyes in front of his.
“Let us fill this.” Lily pressed a hand to his heart. Remus could only nod and James pushed his cock into Remus’ stretched hole. Remus’ mouth hung open in ecstasy and pain, he felt split in two and whole and when he finally, finally felt James’ balls against his ass he sighed. Lily pinched his nipples and kissed down his neck and James sat still, his hot breath coming in pants against Remus’ neck. Remus felt himself adjust and relax and he slowly rotated his hips and James hissed in his ear.
Lily’s hands eased onto his shoulders and Remus opened his eyes to Lily fingering herself as she watched James’ cock slowly move out of Remus’ arse and then back in again, Remus open and weeping on top of him. She was beautiful. Lily opened her eyes and settled against Remus, slowly aligning herself with Remus and sank down onto his cock.
Remus almost came from sheer love.
Suddenly it all wasn’t enough and James thrust up, pushing Remus up into Lily and Lily moaned, pressing down in return. Her lips against Remus’ neck and James’ mouth hot against his ear.
“Forgivehimforgivehimforgivehim…” A never ending mantra and Remus let himself loose. Thrusting up and back all at the same time, a hand twisted behind him into James’ hair and one twisting Lily’s nipples. Her hand snaked between them and rubbed her clit, their moans filling the room. James’ thrusts were getting harder and more erratic, loosing the rhythm they had found, Lily was bouncing up and down on top of Remus until he heard her screaming as she seemed to clamp down onto his cock in the most delicious way.
And James thrust up at just the right angle and Remus was coming in long, hot spurts into Lily’s clenched walls and screaming Sirius’ name on his lips and feeling James fill him with his seed. And they all thrust and rode out their orgasm until James’ slipped out of him and Lily slipped off.
Remus could feel the hot tears rolling down his face and when he finally opened his eyes he was met with watery and intense grey ones and all sorts of Black features. James and Lily’s arms were wrapped tightly around him and Remus fought the guilt that was threatening to creep in at the look of sadness and pathetic despair on Sirius’ face.
He had watched. Who knows for how long, he had watched Remus be loved and fucked in a way he thought he may never get to be able to do again in his life time. But Remus closed his eyes and opened them again, and realized that he didn’t feel filthy anymore and he certainly felt the anger was washed away with come and sweat. Remus felt the first genuine smile cross his face as he took Sirius’ face in his hands. It was punishment enough.
“I forgive you.”
And they were a tangle of tears and ‘I love yous’ when they feel asleep together, the four of them wrapped up in each others arms. And when Peter came up that night he slipped in with them. Because together they were whole and only together were they ever going to make it through life in one piece.
- ---
“Remus come here, look how big-”
“Sirius, I’m going to pretend you were not going to comment on the size of our Godson’s penis.”
“-he is for his size. I’m a bit jealous.”
Remus just shook his head. Why in the world James and Lily trusted them for a full night, alone with their only son, was beyond him. Baby Harry was hardly four months old and already the biggest focus of the Marauders’ life. Sirius and Remus had bought a flat closer to James and Lily’s when Harry was born and their life seemed to domesticate itself, even in the midst of chaos and war.
James was working full time for the Order with Sirius and Remus worked in a muggle book store in the mornings so he could watch Harry when Lily reported to the Order for duty at noon each day. When Peter wasn’t busy with his new job, some apothecary or something, he would stop by to have dinner or help baby sit. Some days their schedules varied but it all revolved on keeping Harry happy and safe.
Safe.
The war was climaxing. The Order was dwindling fast and Death Eaters seemed to be multiplying. James and Lily seemed to fight more often about safety and it was proposed that they go into hiding soon. James wanted to find some place soon, Lily refused to hide from a war she believed in… for a war everyone knew they were fighting for Harry. Doubt seemed to seep into everyone’s lives and Remus found himself wondering if Sirius was really going on Order missions or something far darker and deeper… like his blood. Remus recognized doubt and suspicion in his lover’s eyes more often than not when he would come home as well.
But when they were Harry, it all seemed to melt away. Baby Harry seemed to give life to Sirius that Remus had been struggling with. Harry reverted Sirius into a kid again and Remus felt himself relax and enjoy the time they could spend not worrying about what happens next and who is betraying them to the enemy.
A squeal of delight brought Remus back from his mental digression to see Sirius bouncing Harry with gentle flicks of his wand. He opened his mouth to chastise him, but when Harry squealed with mirth again Remus found he just didn’t have it in him to spoil the fun.
“Don’t get him too worked up; it’s almost time for bed.” Remus settled back into the couch and reopened his book but watching Sirius and Harry out of the corner of his eye and Sirius glared at his comment and cradled a giggling Harry to his chest. Sirius stuck out his tongue and then proceeded to spend ten minutes trying to teach Harry to do so as well.
An hour later the clock struck eight and Remus closed his book. Sirius and Harry were playing with shape shifting blocks on the floor, but Harry pouted more and more often and rubbed his tiny fists against his eyes.
“It’s time for bed.”
“Awww, but Moony!” Both Harry and Sirius were putting on their best puppy dog face. Sirius’ was natural but Harry had a little work to do. But all in good time.
“Nope. I’m not going to be subject to the licking I would get if you weren’t in bed on time Mr. Potter by your mother, and you should learn well from your Uncle Sirius’ mistakes.”
Sirius scrunched up his nose and winked at Harry, which sent him into a set of sleepy giggles. Remus just rolled his eyes, but scooped Harry up all the same. It was amazing how tiny he was, all skin and softness, except for the huge amount of unruly raven hair on his head and his wide, playful green eyes. Sirius shuffled behind him, grabbing a bottle on the way in.
With a wave of his wand the bottle was warm and Sirius was looking reluctant to give it up. Remus just kissed Harry on the top of his head and handed him to Sirius.
“I’m going to go clean up.”
But fifteen minutes later when Sirius hadn’t shown up in the living room, Remus walked back to the nursery. The crack in the door revealed that Sirius had fallen asleep rocking Harry to sleep. Harry’s tiny hands were clutching Sirius’ shirt and Sirius was snoring very loudly, it was a wonder Harry hadn’t awoken.
Remus crept into the room and slowly detangled Harry from Sirius and put him into his crib, Harry fussed and was on the verge of crying until Remus tapped his wand against the mobile and it began to turn and play a soft Irish tune. The wolf, stag, dog, rat and lily flower figurines turned in time with the music and lulled the fussing boy back to sleep.
Sirius was still sleeping soundly until Remus crawled into his lap.
“Mmm. You big oaf.” But it sounded less like a complaint when Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus and they settled into a comforting embrace.
“I want one.” Sirius whispered into the warm silence.
“Want one what?” But Remus already knew the answer, because it was the same conversation they had after every night spent with Harry.
“A kid.”
“I’m sure we’ll have to get our own soon, if Lily finds out the kind of bed stories you tell to Harry.” Sirius scoffed underneath him and snuggled closer to Remus.
“You mean the one about two boys who fell in love and had lots of great sex?”
“Yes, the autobiographical account of our life together is the one I’m referring to.”
“It’s better than the one Prongs tells.” Sirius had snaked his arms around Remus to get to his hand and entwined his fingers with Remus’.
“Well, James has every right to tell his only son heterosexual love stories; filled with long winded descriptions of red headed Goddesses.”
“Fine. We’ll get our own then.” Sirius pressed a kiss to Remus’ cheek.
“After the war; after the war and we can get as many as you want.”
There was only a murmur of agreement that was muddled by Sirius’ lips pressing against Remus’ before they both fell asleep.
- - -
A clap of thunder rattled the flat and Remus swirled the silver memories back into the pensive. The last one was his favorite memory, before everything in their life went to hell. Before betrayal led them all to suspect each other, before Remus had packed his things and left Sirius because he couldn’t stand the accusing eyes and the empty kisses. Before James and Lily left with Harry and went into hiding. Before Wormtail had written their collective doom.
Now things were different. Sirius was back, but he wasn’t the same man that Remus had fallen in love with and they had not rekindled their relationship. It was too different, and it was enough to just have him alive and innocent and forgiven on both sides. But some things had stayed the same; Harry was still Sirius’ first concern. He was currently living in a cave to be closer to Harry during the tournament.
They still loved each other and spent nights remembering their life together when they could, holding hands and gazes. But that was the extent of it all and part of Remus was alright with that.
The rain pelted the windows as he buttoned up his cloak. He spent his time, scouting out allies. Dumbledore knew that Tom Riddle was coming back and it was only a matter of time before Dumbledore figured out what all the pieces fit into, and Remus would bet it wasn’t anything good.
But today he had spent the day sorting through memories, he allowed two days in his year to be bitter sweet; today and Halloween. He swallowed the rest of his firewhiskey and stowed his wand in his cloak as he stepped into the hallway of his flat. The thunderstorm had swept upon London, the first real thunderstorm of the year, March. Today, above all days, he had to brave the rain to meet a prospective friend for Dumbledore. An Auror, who Kingsley Shacklebolt had recommended, Nymphadora Tonks.
It had better be worth while, because the storm was sure to ruin his cloak, no matter how many charms he had set it with. Stepping into the rain, Remus all but ran to the nearest Apparition point, the familiar squeeze settled into his bones as he found himself in an ally near the Ministry. Running across the street he found the bistro he was looking for, and in the window sat a pretty witch with pink hair in a blue t-shirt and ripped jeans.
Remus shook his head, not looking forward to sitting down with Sirius Black’s cousin… who he hardly knew but still, the Black family was tricky. But she may have something to offer, just then Remus noticed that she was studying her fingernails with vague interest. With a closer look, Remus saw that the nails were rapidly changing colors. A metamorphagus.
“Happy birthday to me.”
And with that, Remus stepped out of the darkness.
